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[mykoreanlove]

Who Are You Dating?

Your friend was sitting opposite of you with crossed arms and pouting lips, being visibly upset with you.

“I just don’t understand why you are keeping this a secret from me! Don’t you trust me, y/n?” You laughed sheepishly.

“Of course I trust you. But just like I said, now is not the time to reveal his name. Not yet.”

Your friend sighed in annoyance.

“Fine. Keep your stupid secret then.” She gulped her drink in one go and thought about her next move for a minute.

“Hey, y/n!” You leaned over the table, paying her your utmost attention. “Since you won’t tell me the name of your famous sweetheart… can you at least tell me what he’s like? Is he treating you well?”

Your lips turned up into one big smile. Was your boyfriend treating you well? Was he paying attention to you and your needs? You took a sip of your drink and nodded, smiling nonchalantly.

“You could say so, yeah.” Your friend got up from the table and strode over to the bar, leaving you alone and confused. She came back with a bottle of soju in her hands and determination in her eyes.

“Do you know what this is?” You looked at her bewildered. “Soju”, you answered.

“Yes. Soju. This is a special kind of soju. With each shot we take, I get to ask you a question about your secret romance guy which you have to truthfully answer. Got it?” You admired your friend’s determination – she always had been stubborn and now was no exception.

“And you think you will figure it out that way?”

She smirked at you, then proceeded to pour the first two shots. You were nervous, yet amused. Would she figure it out? Or were you smart enough to keep your idol boyfriend’s identity a secret? You leaned back in anticipation and mustered the shots.

“Game on.”

Your friend clanked her glass with yours and both of you downed the bitter tasting alcohol in one go.

“Waaah”, she sighed in relief. “Nothing beats soju if you ask me.” You on the other hand winced in dismay as you weren’t the big drinker your friend wanted you to be.

You heard your friend clap her hands together, signaling that it was time to start her questionary game.

“Question one, and I’ll go easy on you with that one, is: when and where was your first date?”

You thought back to the first time you met him, smiling unconsciously.

“Well, it had to be months ago. Oh I know, it was the beginning of April. Shortly after my dad’s birthday. Even though I had met him weeks prior our first date was in April.”

“You met him weeks prior? What? Was he too shy to ask you out?” You threw your head back laughing.

“No, not at all. He asked me out right away – he didn’t waste any time on making clear that he liked me. However, it took us some time to meet up because he had to work non-stop. He was out of the country a lot and all his plans to take me out fell through. But then-”, you stopped with a big smile. “Then, it kind of happened spontaneously.”

Your friend looked at you skeptically. “Spontaneously?”

“Yeah. He was alone in the office, working on his music. It was late at night, so he ordered a cab for me and met me in his company’s building.” Your friend looked disappointed.

“That’s not the love story I wanted to hear, y/n.” You laughed in amusement.

“But why? He worked with what he got. He found some mats and a blanket and used those to imitate a picnic. He literally got all the snacks the office had to offer and he even found some fairy lights that he hung up to set the mood.” You smiled warmly, thinking back to how your boyfriend looked in those golden lights, admiring you just as much as you admired him.

“We talked all night and even slept there until we got woken up by the sun. I know it sounds like it wasn’t that much but it was actually very romantic.”

Your friend smirked. “Did something remarkable happen?” You blushed and looked down at your lap. “OMG, y/n. Spill the tea!”

“He, uhm, he actually showed me what he was working on. It was a love song, a very sexy one, too. And I loved it – he is so great at his craft. After he made sure that I loved the song he confessed to me – he actually wrote it for me. And then he kissed me.” Your cheeks grew redder by the second.

“No way, that sounds so lovely! He wrote a sexy love song for you? Can I hear it?” You chuckled silently.

“You already have.” Your friend’s eyes grew wide in surprise.

“What? No way? I have? He actually published a song he wrote for you?!” You smiled proudly while nodding your head. Your friend clasped her chest in amazement. “Damn.”

You took the bottle of soju in your hands and poured the next shots. After your friend had composed yourself you downed the next round. “Okay, now tell me. What is his best quality? And leave no part out!”

You leaned back in your chair, thinking about an answer that would do him justice. His best feature? You thought about his exceptional good looks – driving not only you, but thousands of fans crazy. He had those beautiful, yet intense eyes that could pierce right through you with just one glance. He had that cute nose that you could admire all day. You thought of his very sweet and kissable lips that you loved to hang unto. As you pictured your boyfriend’s face you automatically started recalling his body. The muscles on his back or his well-defined arms turned you on indefinitely. His strong legs or selient abs made you weak, as well as his cute little tushy did.

But was that his best quality? No, far from it. He was a very handsome man on the outside, but even more so on the inside. You admired his intellect, especially his emotional intelligence. He always knew how to take care of you and what to say to soothe your wounds. You admired his hard work and determination – you had never seen someone so ambitious and goal-focused as he was. You thought about his kindness – no matter how hard the day had been or which brutal lies had been spread about him, he always wore a smile on his face and treated the people around him with kindness and compassion.

“Hello? Earth to y/n? Are you still debating on his best quality?” You laughed at your friend. “Hey, it’s hard. He is such a great person. I-”

Suddenly you thought back to a moment in which you were laughing hysterically together about the most profane things, holding your stomachs while gasping for air. What you admired the most about your boyfriend was his humbleness – he never forgot where he came from and he always tried to stay down to earth while being his best self. A proud smile covered your lips again.

“His best quality is that he’s real.”

Your friend re-filled the shot glasses while monitoring the remaining soju. “Alright, I guess I have about 2 questions left, so I better make them count.” You both downed the next shots, which you started to regret immediately as you felt yourself getting dizzy. Your chest got warmer, you tongue got looser and your impulse to overshare grew quickly.

Your friend cleared her throat before posing her next question. “Is he dominant or submissive?” You nearly choked on your own spit after hearing that one. “What? It’s something your best friend should know!”

By now your cheeks were dark red – a mixture of the soju in your blood and the shyness you felt in your body. You were no prude but talking about your sex life made you feel awkward. Especially in a public place like a bar. About your super famous boyfriend that nobody was supposed to know about. You tried dodging the question but your friend was merciless.

“So?”

“Kind of both I guess?”

“I guess? I guess? Who is fucking him? You or me? What do you mean I guess?”

“Oh my god”, you whimpered as you lowered your head and hoped that the floor would swallow you this instant. How were you supposed to answer that?

He was in fact both – most of the times he loved to take on the dominant role. Usually he was the one seducing you, mounting you and having his way with you – which you totally loved. You loved getting on your knees for him, begging him to make you feel good and give you what you wanted. You loved when he was using his strength over you, pressing you into the mattress until not only your legs shook but also the walls around you. You fucking loved it when he was degrading you, being rough with you until it was over and he would pamper you like a princess.

But sometimes it was reverse – sometimes the responsibility of his work took a toll on him and he was happy to be submissive. He enjoyed being indecisive, not balancing the world on his shoulders for once and then he behaved like a brainless puppy that followed your every word. A pussydrunk boy that would burn the world down if you asked him to.

Your friend watched you debate your answer for what felt like eternity until she smirked naughtily. “You’re thinking about him fucking you for like 5 minutes and your face tells me everything, y/n. You don’t have to answer me. Lucky you though!” She stuck her tongue out and erupted in laughter afterwards.

You were eyeing the bottle of soju which was nearly empty. “Thank god”, you mumbled under your breath.

“Oh”, your friend pouted. “The bottle is almost empty. This game is so much fun – why don’t we get a new one after?” She beamed at you in excitement which you shut down immediately.

“If we get a new one, you’re the one answering questions, missy!” She rolled her eyes at you in annoyance.

“Drink up!”

Just one more question. You just had to answer one more question and you would be released from this torture. You did well until now, you had not said his name so far. You grinned at yourself proudly, congratulating yourself for your willpower.

“So, your special secret guy. Has he been in love before you?”

You felt your chest tighten. The alcohol in your blood made it impossible to hide your true feelings, so it was written all over your face. “Shit, wait. Is this a touchy subject?”

It was. In fact, it really was.

You sighed in dismay, taking your time before answering truthfully. “There has been someone before me that he was deeply in love with. His feelings were reciprocated and they shared a very beautiful, yet intense time together. It didn’t work out because there were a lot of obstacles in their way, rendering their love impossible.”

Your friend watched you silently for some time. “Y/N, it’s over between them, right? Why are you so disturbed by this?” You chuckled awkwardly.

“It is over between them, that’s true. And I shouldn’t be jealous or pissed off because of it but I find it very hard not to be. Especially when he sees that ex every day.” Your friend’s eyes widened in shock.

“Every day? Was he dating a staff member or something?” You shook your head.

“No, he was dating one of his members.” Your friend’s jaw hit the floor, leaving her silent for the first time that evening.

“You got to be shitting me. He was in a relationship with one of his members? Holy fuck. I thought those boy on boy ships were made up by crazy fan girls but they actually exist?”

“Of course they exist. Imagine spending years with someone that you like. You go through thick and thin, that person understands what you are going through like no other. It’s only natural to develop feelings in that scenario. Especially with all those sexy dances and touchy photoshoots.” Your friend nodded in agreement.

“Does he know?”

“About my insecurities? No. I try my best to hide them. What’s done is done, right?”

You glanced over at the bottle of soju. “It’s almost empty.“

“Almost”, your friend poured the remaining sip into your shot glass. “This is like half a shot. Do you get to ask me half a question then?” you grimaced.

“Haha, smart ass. Save those comments for your boyfriend. Let me think. We’ve covered your first date and his best qualities and we’ve talked about him in bed and his history with love. Oh! I know.” Your friend looked at you with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. You looked at the shot in your hand for the last time this night and downed it in one go. It actually didn’t taste so bad after four of them.

“Does he love you?”

Did he love you? You grinned the widest grin while thinking about all the ways he made you feel loved every single day. You swore yourself to secrecy in the beginning of the game but after all that soju you couldn’t help yourself. You gestured your friend to come nearer to you.

“Pssst”, you whispered, “Want to know how he loves me?” Your friend nodded while you checked your surroundings like a criminal that was about to confess his sins.

“Okay. He says ‘I love you’ obviously but you know that words are words and actions are what I’m about, right? Listen to this. When I wake up alone I always get a sweet good morning text. He randomly sends me songs that remind him of me. He loves to cook my favorite dinner. He gifts me presents all the fucking time. He calls just to hear my voice. He buys me lingerie only to take it off in 5 seconds. He sends flowers to my house just because I like flowers. He brings me soup when I feel sick. He even kisses me when I have a runny nose. If I complain about something that’s broken in my house he makes sure it gets repaired. He always asks about my family. He always compliments me – on my body and my character. He leaves random notes in my house. He always has the snacks I love most. He tracks my cycle and gets me pads and chocolate when my uterus is out to kill me. He leaves kisses all over my body. He helps me studying Korean and is so patient with me while I’m literally slaughtering his native tongue.  He always checks in on me and reassures me when I feel insecure. He teaches me his dances and pretends I’m good at it. He laughs at my jokes – I mean obviously he does because I’m hilarious, but it’s like he laughs extra hard. And when I’m sad or down the drain he makes sure that I laugh a little bit more. He always makes sure that I know how proud he is of me. Even if I have to date him in secret right now I know that he loves me with all of his heart.” You looked at your teary-eyed friend.

“So, did you figure it out?”

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[tangylemonade]

𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐). (𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚍 ☺︎︎)

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷.𝟾𝚔

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 & 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Your head turned to the door the moment you heard the sound of the code being entered. The phone that you’d been mindlessly scrolling on completely discarded as you jumped up and made your way to the door excitedly. It was nearly 3 am and your boyfriend was only just getting home.

“Hanbinnie!” You said excitedly, falling into his arms the moment the door opened.

Between you being busier these days with your ever increasing workload and Hanbin working on his comeback you two found yourselves constantly missing each other. This was due to either partner being asleep when the other came home or leaving before the other could awaken.

His arms wrapped around and squeezed tightly while walking you two deeper into the house and closing the door with his foot.

“What are you doing still awake babe?” He asked, his voice close to your ear as he nuzzled his face into your neck not wanting to release the hug.

You giggled and gently pushed on his chest so you could look at him. Once he reluctantly let you go you leaned against him, looking into his eyes.

“Well I got your schedule…“ You started to say but before you could finish your sentence he cut you off with a soft kiss against your lips, his index finger and thumb gently cradling your chin.

Your eyelids fluttered as you tried to recall the rest of your sentence.

“Sorry I couldn’t resist.” He said softly, his lips still tantalizingly close. “You can continue now.”

“Huh? Oh.. yeah I…uhm.. ugh, you can't just kiss me mid sentence. I don't even remember what I was trying to say.” You huffed.

He softly laughed at you “You were saying you got my schedule…?”

“Right. Yeah uhm I got your schedule and…uhm…”

The way he gazed at you made it impossible to finish a thought. “Oh forget it.” You said, exasperated by how flustered your boyfriend still made you after all this time.

“The point is my schedule is clear tomorrow and so is yours.”

“Really? There were like 7 meetings I had to be at tomorrow.” He questioned all while his hands slid lower and lower down your back.

“Moved.” You said simply, becoming more and more distracted the lower his hands traveled.

It actually didn’t matter to him how tired he would be tomorrow, looking at you right now made him realize the level in which he missed you. Your gorgeous smile, your melodic voice, your beautiful laugh, your sexy body, all which were enough to keep him wide awake.

Your eyelids became heavier as he leaned in closer to you, your lips mere breaths away from touching when he suddenly pulled away and made his way to the bedroom.

You glared at him when you caught sight of the smirk that playfully teased the corner of his mouth.

“I’m gonna go shower, it’s been a long day.” He said before disappearing through the door.

You did the last bits of cleaning in the kitchen and then went and got a towel to throw in the dryer to get warm for him. A little something you liked to do for him ever since he expressed to you how much he didn’t like being cold. The laundry machines were in the bathroom so you quickly grabbed a towel from the dresser and brought it to the dryer.

He was already in the shower and you could see his silhouette through the fogged glass, aiding in working you up more than you already were. He was humming and paid no mind to you entering the bathroom like you always did. You turned to exit the bathroom but paused when Hanbin called your name asking if you could pass him the shampoo.

You got the shampoo from the sink cabinet when a mischievous smile blossomed on your face at a thought that had just sprung into your mind. You slowly pulled your tee shirt above your head tossing it onto the floor along with your underwear. You held back a giggle as you snuck over to him.

You slid the glass quickly yelling boo, bursting into laughter at his startled face. He frowned at you but you continued to laugh until you felt his hand wrapped around your wrist. Suddenly you found yourself pressed against his wet, warm, hard chest… the hot water from the shower now flowing down your back. You looked up at his dark eyes causing your breath to stop in your lungs. His expression was one of pure infatuation, your naked bodies completely flush against each other.

“It seems we had similar plans.” He said.

You tilted your head inquisitively and he gestured to the open shampoo that was already in the shower.

You gasped dramatically, “You planned to pull me in the shower all along didn’t you?”

“And you already planned to join me.” He replied with a smirk.

You shrugged nonchalantly before bringing your hands to his face, caressing his cheek with one and moving his wet hair out of it with the other.

Without another word your lips quickly tangled with his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His hands that craved to feel you now relished in their victory.

Hanbin caressed your every curve taking extra time on your ass which he was ever so obsessed with. He squeezed your hips and thighs before playfully giving your ass a slap, the water making it sting more than usual. You gasped into his mouth and he used that as a chance to slide his tongue in and take control of the kiss. He pulled your leg over his hip and you felt his hard member against your core, making the heat of your desire much more intense.

He pressed your back against the wall continuing in his plans to ravishing your supple flesh. His soft lips bounced from one spot to another, never forgetting to give attention to all the ones he knew you loved. A particularly hard suck against your bosom earned him a playful slap against his shoulder which to your secret delight encouraged him more than discouraging him. You loved to be marked by him, to have something to remember him by while he was away.

His hands massaged you as his kisses and kitten licks traveled lower and lower, down the valley of your breast, over the beating of your heart, past your navel, stopping right at your aching heat.

Hanbin lowered to his knees in front of you, your leg lifted on his shoulder while he continued his work. You threw your head back, almost falling the moment his tongue entered you. Your fingers laced through his hair and pulled with every flick of his skillful tongue causing him to moan against you, the vibrations making everything more intoxicating.

Your breathing became more rapid and your moans more desperate, the sensation of his mouth against your pussy beyond mesmerizing. And just like that your body shook as your orgasm rushed through you. Hanbin held your hips still as he lapped up your juices, overstimulating you in the process.

Once Hanbin pulled away you quickly tried to catch your breath but he clearly had other plans. His lips crashed against yours, your leg back wrapped around him. He braced you against the wall just before pushing his length inside of you, stretching you ever so deliciously. You cried out as tears pricked your eyes, the intensity of the post orgasm sensitivity paired with the sudden fullness was disorienting.

Hanbin slowly began to move inside of you while he littered breathy kisses against your damp flesh. Water poured between your bodies and he held you tightly so you wouldn’t fall. You could hardly process anything as he pounded into you, the pleasure already balling in your stomach. Your cries echoed against the shower walls and his breathy moans filled the remaining pockets of quiet.

Hanbins movement stuttered and you could feel that he was getting closer. You were practically whimpering when your coils finally snapped again, rippling through your body stronger than the last. Your juices mixed with his pre cum and dripped from your swollen pussy down his cock. He pulled out and watched as the water carried your essence down your thigh. Hanbin hissed through his teeth at the sight. He could never get enough of you.

He used his index and middle fingers to tenderly push the juices back into you before using his cock to stuff it deeper. This time you collapsed into him, the intensity being too much for you to handle. You were sure you didn’t have anything left in you but as he began to move you felt the tightening feeling of another high approaching. His hips snapped into you and you felt as if you would split open. He reached so deep inside of you, his body pressed up against you as he stretched you more than ever.

“Y/N…” he grunted. “You have no idea how much I've missed you.”

You responded with your lips against his, too disoriented to do anything else but messily kiss him.

You could feel him twitching in you already signaling his quickly approaching release. Hanbin spilled into you and with that once again an orgasm shocked through your body. This time your body was completely exhausted so he had to hold you up against him so you wouldn’t fall.

Your labored breathing was what sobered him. You could tell he felt a little bad by how gingerly he washed you, holding you up in the shower. Hanbin took the warm towel out the dryer and wrapped it around you before carrying you into the bedroom and laying you on the bed. He knew how much you hated dry skin so he diligently helped you lotion before pulling one of his shirts over your head, kissing you furrowed brow when you grimaced from the movement. He finished by pulling a pair of panties onto you, giving your butt a gentle smack after you had rolled over and reached for the covers.

Hanbin finished up with himself and then slid into bed with you who was drifting off. You rolled into him and he rubbed your back, shushing you comfortingly when he heard you grimace from the movement. You knew you were gonna be sore as hell in the morning but you didn’t care.

“I love you.” You whispered in a half slurred voice.

“I love you more, babe. Sorry, I got a little carried away.” He said rubbing your hip to sooth you.

“Don’t apologize, I loved every bit of it.” You said snuggling into his embrace.

“Naughty girl.” He said playfully tickling you until you used your last bit of energy to swat him away.

“Only for you.”

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[vinyl-head]

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It’s the only way I can enjoy it

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[heavenlydark]

ikon music discourse is so funny to me, you have people saying hanbin did not write ikons songs alone he had help from other producers... as if thats not how writing songs work lmao as much as people want to erase hanbin from ikon, 95% of ikon’s discography is written by hanbin and are still performed by ikon to this day, thats also how music ownership works but denying hanbin’s effort is not it because he not only wrote songs for them but fought for ikon to have multiple comebacks a year, was it not him that went twice to yg to have love scenario released?

ikonics saying the rest of the members contributed to love scenario success too it wasnt hanbin alone like yes thank you for singing, singers. nothing against ikon its just that treating hanbin as if he was merely ikon’s producer and not part of ikon while also doing his producing job is just insane to me. man went through war to make sure ikon was not neglected and they’re saying so what? hanbin got credited, didnt he? thats like the bare minimum of what hanbin deserved

#ikon #hanbin #b.i #i have more thoughts on this #like the impact can still be seen till this day #theyre performing the same songs for every festival and concert #imagine having only 5 new songs in the span of 3 years #its ok to admit hanbin contributed more for them to have songs to sing #doesnt erase the fact that theyre neglected by that company just give credits where its due? lmao

[seokwoosmole]

Hanbin reading thirst tweets: ohhh...very ✨creative✨

#😭I am suffocating in my blanket rn #the secondhand embarrassment #is so real #he's so embarrassed by how filthy fans are but then his inner writer/artist creeps out and he's just like oh wow so creative #what a punch line #how imaginative #lmaooooooo #Kim hanbin #hanbin #b.i

[kpopreac-tion]

SEND IN REQUESTS!

hello beautiful people. I am finally back (kinda) so send in requests for:

REACTIONS

PROMOTS

SCENARIOS

AESTHETICS

INSTAGRAM EDITS

RULES:

You can request one group per question

If you want to request individuals, you can request up 5 individuals

I don’t do smut

I refuse to do anything sexist, racist, degrading or anything rude

BOYS GROUPS:

EXO

GOT7 (Hyung Line Only)

SHINee

NU’EST

TVXQ

DAY6

NCT 127 (Excluding Haechan and possibly other members of NCT)

SEVENTEEN

Stray Kids

Monsta X

GIRL GROUPS:

Red Velvet (Excluding Yeri)

Girls Generation/SNSD

f(x)

LE SSERAFIM

Blackpink

CO-ED GROUP:

K.A.R.D

SOLO ARTISTS:

Eric Nam

Ailee

Chungha

BIBI

B.I

AleXa

(If you want a different group or artist, let me know and I can see if I can make it happen)

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #tvxq scenarios #tvxq imagines #nct imagines #nct scenarios #shinee scenarios #shinee imagines #le sserafim imagines #b.i scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop imagines

[cryingatships]

Kim Hanbin.

Kim Hanbin.

Kim Hanbin.

Kim Hanbin.

KIM HANBIN

KIM HANBIN.

KIM HANBIN-

GOd I'm gonna slip and start writing drabbles about this man.

I've never done xreader before and I will now. Cause of this man.

Tumblr has corrupted me

Kim Hanbin-

#kim hanbin #b.i #hanbin #writing #I'll write xreader scenarios and imagines for this man #someone save me #actually no don't

[xonepeacelovex]

I think it’s time to slowly put down my pen.

Hello, this is user xonepeacelovex or M (or Em). I would not go into my personal details but I am currently a medical student and forever a KPop fan. This is the first time I am introducing myself in Tumblr after years of using this platform. (I also don’t know why.)

I can’t say I am a writer though I write stories that are in my head, rent-free. So one day I decided to put it into words and post it like any other normal human being would do. Just to get it out of my system than it occupying my mind 24/7. Thankfully and I am forever grateful that people, readers like myself, read, love or relate to my stories.

Ha! I am saying this because...

I think it’s time to slowly put down my pen.

This has been on my mind since last year when I started medical school but I can’t bring myself to decide right away because I love telling stories and I know I still have stories in my mind that I want to write. So like my very indecisive self, I push it at the back of my mind. Hence, I post stories once in a while and I feel really sorry about the inconsistent updates or for waiting for too long for an update. (Though to be clear, no one is harassing me to update.) Definitely, it is not because I am in medical school though that takes a lot of my time and writing also takes a lot of time and effort. (So to all the writers out there, I appreciate you all.) I will not abandoned my unfinished stories. I will still write endings to all of them. But after writing the last update, I don’t think I’ll write any more stories. This makes me very emotional because these stories that I decided to share in the world are very dear to me. These stories are where I hide and feel safe. These stories are regrets, like a time travel where I can write my own happy ending. These stories are also memories I want to keep forever, for one thing or another. I thought I write them because of people that inspires me but I realised these stories are love letters for myself especially “The Wedding Planner”. Thus, I find it very hard to write updates for TWP now that I am no longer in that place. I am no longer Y/N. Before, I write because it hurts. (The reason I rarely write fluff stuffs.) I write and write until all the pain and sadness were gone, until I feel empty again. I can’t say I am no longer in that state right now but I think I write enough that writing became healing.

In the future, when I finally post the last update of The Wedding Planner. I wanted you to know that it’s the ending I needed but not wanted. (Is this a spoiler? I don’t know.) I’ll take this opportunity to show my gratitude to my friends Kia and @chans-starlight​, Lexie, who also write stories (Check her out!!!). I’m sorry for ghosting you guys. Thank you for everything. Luv yah! I am also thankful to all the readers of my stories and followers of this blog. This has been a great journey with all of you. (I will not delete this account but I will be inactive unless there’s a comeback, then I needed an outlet to scream.) And to all the blogs I’ve been following, you guys are amazing. Finally, to my fellow “writers” (I still don’t think I qualify to call myself one.) or to people who wants to write but are afraid, just keep writing and keep putting it out in the world. The world needs stories to keep it going. Disclaimer: I am not a successful writer nor a popular blog but I enjoyed writing. That’s what matters right? See you in my next story. Luv y’all! <3 You can check out my stories here.

#hi #xonepeacelovex #xonepeacelovex personal #y/n #kpop writer #kpop writers #stray kids writer #got7 writer #day6 writer #b.i writer #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop oneshots #kpop series #kpop stories #stay #ahgase #igot7 #myday #ikonic #stray kids au #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfics #kpop fanfics #stray kids oneshot #stray kids series #got7 au #got7 imagines

[multiphandomunnies]

ikon

reactions

harry potter headcannons

s.o sends an inappropriate photo

imagines

jinhwan

look

air

yunhyeong

bobby

you’ve changed

i missed you too

b.i

bf! b.i

why did you leave so soon?

awkward

and you are?

june

dk

coffee shop confession

chan

#ikon #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop reacts #kpop reactions #ikon fluff #ikon imagines #ikon scenarios #ikon reacts #ikon reactions #jinhwan #kim jinhwan #song #jay #song yunhyeong #bobby #kim jiwon #b.i #kim hanbin #dk #kim donghyuk #june #koo junhoe #chan #jung chanwoo

[ghostvalleymasters]

hello! 🎶🌹when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶

Thank you so much for the ask!!!! ❤️❤️ I love you for sending this to me.

This is hard for some reason though. I mean only 5? 😭 Let's do this.

1. BTBT by B.I (I've been listening to it nonstop, it's too good)

2. Tattoo on my ring finger by txt (that one video of Yeonjun singing live lives in my head rent free)

3. Demons by Imagine dragons

4. Frost by txt

5. So beautiful by DPR Ian

#ask games #isvisomewhere #i know its all kpop #don't judge me #i am just going through a phase #i'll get over it eventually #hopefully #😅😅😅😩😩 #no but for real txt are growing on me #their songs are so good #txt #b.i #imagine dragons #dpr ian #dpr #i have so many more songs though #😅😅😭

[captainmera]

Wait a damn minute.

HOLD ON A MINUTE.

IS KING A GOD DAMN GRIMWALKER?? I MEAN I KNOW HE WAS IN AN EGG BUT.. I mean...... aren't Titans technically already all the ingredients? KIND OF??? Maybe that's why Hooty couldn't determine what he was because he dips into all of them? Titans are a breed of their own after all.

And I mean, Titans went extinct too- so--- don't get me started on the Titan hunters and all the gigantic skeletons around their island. HOW BIG IS THE DEMON REALM FOR THAT TO EVEN WORK?! there must be..... other islands... with knowledge....

ALSO... DID BELOS DO THIS TO HIMSELF 'CUS HE KNEW PAPA TITAN HAD IT?

I MEAN WHAT DID BELOS KNOW? HE CLEARLY KNEW *THINGS.* HE KNEW THE COLLECTOR BY NAME WHEN HE FOUND THEM. He clearly knew things about B.I. history that wasn't common knowledge.

Maybe he found out about Titan hunters and stole books from them about... things? Like historical things. And grimwalker stuff. And Titan glyphs. And- and-

I'm going insane with this damn show. I want to throw my brains against the wall. Help.

I'm probably clawing at the walls here, and this theory makes no sense but WOULDN'T THAT BE A FUN SPRINGBOARD OF POSSIBILITIES AND PLOT. HUH?

IMAGINE...!

IMAGINE....✨️

#toh #toh theory #ignore me Its 10:30 and I just had my first caffinated coffee in two weeks

[tangylemonade]

Middle With You

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 in a private area. (𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚍 ☺︎︎)

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷.4𝚔

♡ My dear 𓆉 anon I am so so so sorry for the wait. I feel so bad because you requested a fic like months ago and I only just now wrote it. I was on break at work and I remembered that I hadn’t finished writing so I tried to finish it quickly because I’m going on hiatus for a month tomorrow (lol as if I haven’t been MIA for basically the whole 2023). Anyway that’s all to say I’m sorry for the delay and I know this isn’t good so I own you one and an apology. Either way I’d love to know what you think! I hope you’re having a great day! ♡

The wind brushed across your skin and fluttered the fabric of your clothes around your body. Your toes curled in the soft grass. Taking a deep breath, you centered yourself while the sun warmed your wind chilled skin. You felt strong arms wrapping around your waist and you leaned into the embrace closing your eyes.

“Do you like it?” Hanbin softly asked you. He pulled you even closer, cuddling you.

“It’s lovely! How did you find this place?” You said excitedly, turning around and facing him.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He chuckled before kissing your face. Your nose scrunched at the ticklish feeling, your adorable expression melting his heart.

Hanbin couldn’t help but mentally applaud himself for planning this. You always talked about how much you loved nature and wanting to go camping. You would tell him stories about how back home you would always go camping in this hill that you were certain only your family knew about. Ever since you moved you missed those moments.

He had spent weeks looking for a place like the one you showed him in photos and everything else working itself out was pure luck.

The weather was beautiful and the smile on your face was worth every moment he spent traipsing up and down landscapes. This particular piece of land is owned by the sweetest elderly couple who were happy to rent it out when Hanbin told them about why he wanted to surprise you. Their only condition was that they got invited to the wedding.

He spent the morning setting up the camp site while you walked around in bliss. Every now and again you would try to come help him and he would send you away. After the tenth time of him scolding you, you gave up and went to enjoy the view.

You couldn’t believe he actually found a place like this. Everything was perfect. The butterflies were friendly, the birds were singing, the grass was soft and smelled sweeter than the nectar from the flowers that ruffled in the wind.

Once Hanbin had finished up he led you back over to the campsite. He beamed with pride at the look of joy on your face while he showed you everything he prepared.

The tent was cozy and the cooler he brought was packed with food and your favorite wines. He had prepared a picnic basket with lunch and you guys would cook dinner together later.

“You can pick the spot.” He said picking up the basket.

“Oh!” Your eyes lit up as you grabbed his hand and pulled him along. “I know just the place.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you dragged him back up the hill you marveled at moments ago. From up there you could see across the way where the owners kept horses and even a little stream where frogs had gathered to play.

Hanbin laid out the blanket and you helped him unload the basket.

Sitting down you popped a grape in your mouth. Hanbin laid his head on your lap opening his mouth as he waited for you to give him one as well.

“Sit up first, I don’t want you to choke.”

He laughed but repositioned himself on your lap so he was leaning against your chest. He opened his mouth again and you fed him the long awaited grape. You continued on that way with you feeding him while you told him about your stressful week. He listened intently while he took in the beautiful way your face lit up with every expression.

Hanbin suddenly sat up and pulled out a banjo from the basket. His fingers strummed away at a tune while he hummed along to the melody forming in his head. You were used to him and you knew right away that a new song was spinning around in the genius brain of his. Without him having to ask you pulled out your phone and recorded a voice note for him.

“I like it. It’s pretty!” You said while clapping when he was done.

“I was thinking of you.”

Blush bloomed in your face and you looked away, unable to hold his heart fluttering eye contact for much longer. He set down his instrument and his fingers smoothly slipping between yours.

“Did I mention how stunning you are?”

You looked back at him, your blush still raging in your face.

You caressed his face, gazing into his sunset kissed eyes.

“Thank you for this. I really needed to get away and clear my head. This is all so perfect.” You said, never looking away from his eyes.

“You deserve it. And besides I needed this too. Just me and you. We don’t get time like this often.”

“So…” you said, a mischievous look now twinkling in your eyes.

“So…?”

“What should we do with all this time?”

Hanbin could feel the shift in mood with the way you looked at him with hunger.

“I can think of a few things.”

You smirked as you slid your hand up his leg.

“Really?”

He caught your hand, pulling you closer to him as he laid back on the soft grass.

He gazed up into your eyes, his fingers softly grazed your cheek before playing in your hair and resting behind your neck.

His lips ghosted across yours as he took a moment to savor your presence. When his warm lips finally embraced you you felt the warmth spread through, igniting in your core. You leaned into the kiss, swallowing his every movement.

Hanbin's hands danced along your body as he tried to see just how much of you he could hold at once. Your fingers combed through his soft hair as you let his touches consume your every sense.

His fingers caught onto your zipper and the next moment you were laying atop him bare. The gentle breeze caressed your back but it was the way Hanbin's strong hands felt against you that sent shivers through your body.

Holding on to you he rolled you over. Now sitting up he pulled off his shirt before he finished pulling your clothes off of you. A moment hadn’t before you felt his lips hot against your chilled skin. Your perked nipples, a focus of his attention along with your collarbone he always marked with love.

At some point he had completely striped down and you could feel his hard cock against your thigh. Your heart skipped beats in anticipation. Lifting your legs around him you shamelessly begged him to fill you. Feeling just as desperate, he didn't bother to tease.

Hanbin held onto your hips, lifting you closer to him. The feeling of him slowly filling you was already enough to send stars scattering through your mind. His emotions mirrored yours as he felt your warm walls tight around him. Both of you were completely lost the moment his hips moved against you.

You held onto him as you tried to process the moment all while his every stroke sent your mind spinning wild.

“H-Hanbin…ah” you mindlessly muttered.

The way you said his name was dangerous and the only response he could manage was a grunt against your sweet skin. His mind was consumed by the way you squeezed around him. The was your soft kiss bitten lips pouted with delicious sounds hanging from them. The way your lust flushed cheeks glowed in the parting sun. The way your lush body felt against his.

“I’m so close….” You moaned as your climax approached.

“Let go baby.” He whispered in between dustings of feather-like kisses and soft moans.

Coasting along his sweet voice you let the waves of pleasure crash against you in pulses. Your breath was knocked out of you as he chased his own high which followed soon after.

The haze of pleasure faded away and he pulled out of you before resting next to you.

You rolled onto your side facing him and he followed suit, your hands naturally grasping each other.

His deep brown eyes now weighed heavy with satisfaction as he traced your features in his mind. Your eyes fluttered as you fought to stay awake and you two eventually headed back down to the tent to avoid falling asleep in the grass.

The warmth of the setting sun bathed the moment in golden love as Hanbin held you as close as possible.

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[horanghoe]

home comforts - (VICTON) Seungsik/Hanse/Reader smut

main masterlist

group/members: VICTON  - Seungsik & Hanse

pairing: Reader (loosely fem perspective) x Seungsik x Hanse

genre: heavy smut, fluff, really rough pwp, wouldn’t be me without comfort themes heh, established background relationship with the entire group, implied 7VICTON f*ck buddies, implied idol life for the boys, implied/mentioned member x member,  dacryphilia for the reader (crying due to pleasure = kink), dirty/praise talk, size kink & teasing and flirting between the two boys!

!! minors dni !! warnings below the line !!

word count: 3546

~ Quick A/N~ I know there aren't many VICTON stans / ALICE's in general but there seems to be even less over here on the writeblr kpop space ahahah!!!! but likes/comments/reblogs are still greatly appreciated and keep me motivated! And hey, u may not know the members, but it's a bit of a fun hehe ~ but truthfully, this was an indulgent drabble for the few VICTON fans that it reaches. I luv u, keep shining angels ~ ~ ON THAT NOTE ~ I wanted to forcefully tag @flowerboykun >:] due to being the reason I (1) discovered the group (2) fell in love w gender icon Hanse and (3) further became an alice <3 ily mimi

~ & a special thanks to my pals & beta readers ~ @gyukult - @slightlymore - @raibebe - @kthpurplesyou - @sanjoongie MY BELOVED <33 - and my fav alice hehe @atiny-piratequeen

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - (Cigarettes After Sex)

BTBT - B.I & Soulja Boy ft. DeVita

Say It - Flume, Tove Lo

Sweet - Brockhampton

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

Blow - Jackson Wang

Heart Burn - SUNMI

Fever - ENHYPEN

my type - brb.

Freaky Deaky - Tyga, Doja Cat

Slow Motion - AMARIA BB

Best Lover - 88rising, BIBI

T/W’s : Heavy three-way smut. Stuff happens between the boys (member x member x reader) but is not intense. Power dynamics are for you the reader to decide. Light restriction. Voyeurism. Dirty/praise talk, size kink. If you squint there’s a praise kink in there (definitely not a self-insert lkasdjmfdks). Dacryphilia. Reader doesn’t orgasm per say, but hits peak arousal from penetration >;) All safe and consented ~ just happy filth <3 Enjoy

(Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

Seungsik’s large hands pressed heavily at the curve of your hips, pushing you to lay even further flat onto the counter with your hands underneath you. Your palms spread wide against the counter's cool surface, face contorted into pleasure.

Each outward drag and push inwards against your tight walls caused you to whine, quickly falling apart despite your best intentions. 

“Breathe, babe.” Seungsik laughed sweetly, slowing to rock against you. “You’re so tight.”

You heaved a breath, releasing a breath as your body relaxed its grip on him slowly and with every shallow jut into your guts. Your thighs jumped at a sudden shallow thrust, Seungsik snickering behind you. His hand kneaded at your ass before leaning ever so slightly over your smaller frame to mumble against your cheek.

“Gotta stay quiet if you don’t want Hannie to notice, baby.”

“I know, dammit!! ” You cried out breathlessly. Dropping your torso and forehead to the counter with a choked sob.

Seungsik chuckled behind you, hands back in position as he set a slow, heavy pace fucking directly into you as he pressed your stomach firmly into the counter. With his tall frame, his hips stayed at fuck-height to the counter, and the downward pressure of his arms caused the soft of your belly to press his dick tighter into you; lewd sloppy sounds unmistakable as you felt him in the pit of your stomach, your mind forcing you to imagine his length pushing up against your lungs.

“Seungie, fuck - ah- so deep - fuck, ngh -”

“Shhh, baby, you’re so loud, fuck.” He shushed your high pitched whines through an airy laugh. But the longer his steady pace lasted - pulling out and dragging back in at a far-too-lazy speed - the more broken and drawn out your moans became. 

“Seungie - please - faster -” The pitch of your voice hit an all-new high, making Seungsik grunt softly, pressing your hips to keep them steady as you twitched in greed.

It was up until this point that Hanse had been minding his extremely peaceful and otherwise private, business.

The open space in the centre of the dorm left a lot of people’s doings out in the open; privacy being a precious and rare currency around here. 

The kitchen was reasonably large with a kitchen island in the centre that separated the smooth tiles from the carpeted open room of a lounge. 

In which, Hanse had been resting. With his head and spirit buried deep into lyric forming and rap-making. Tapping out beats from his head with a pencil onto his notebook. Humming to himself as he listened to a multitude of songs, writing then re-writing lines until he was content.

In the brief moment where his mind wandered to the area around him and his music waned between albums - your patterned gasps drifted into Hanse’s cognizance and he had to will every cell in his body not to spin around immediately.

Attempting to calmly assess the situation, he made a choice not to change his position - if you truly were … doing something behind him, then he didn’t want to spook you. And mostly, he was intrigued.

Truthfully, the 8 of you fucked like rabbits. 

And so he wasn’t unused to those beautiful, song-worthy notes, just a little surprised and disturbed to hear you doing shit in the kitchen of all places. And, right behind him…

With slow hands and delicate movements, Hanse moved very slightly to pull his sound-cancelling headphones away and onto his cheek.

But they didn’t stay there for very long. 

Hanse’s eyes drifted to the table in front of him.

The water in his glass was wobbling.

With a scrunched nose - somewhere between humour, disgust and annoyance - Hanse removed his earphones completely, moving to turn the 90-degree spinning chair just to the edge, facing the two of you.

With Seungsik’s head thrown back and his soft grunts muffled by his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, you were the first to notice Hanse’s puzzled expression and stiff defensive posture.

In a sentence: he was riled up. Hard as wood and huffy as hell.

But you knew it wouldn’t last; moaning openly now that you had been found out, biting against your fingers with his name forming on your lips before you could help yourself.

He shifted in his seat, arms crossed over his chest with his head tilted as he watched you. But his expression was gentle. He could never be truly angry with you. Especially when you whimpered so beautifully for him. Your eyebrows pinching with each thrust, voice flowing in high-lilted tight gasps, torso rocking gently and your fingers reaching out ever so slightly towards him.

“You’re so fucking loud, babe - I swear, you truly want us to get caught - maybe you enjoy being used like a fuck-toy, sure seems like it right now…” Seungsik groaned as his eyes shut, gripping one ass cheek in each hand as he switched up his pace, head down with a concentration that wiped Hanse from existence.

Hanse may not be able to stay pissed at you, but he sure as hell had the capability to become insatiably annoyed at the large-horny-puppy-male behind you, ploughing into you like no tomorrow.

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me. Kang Seung-sik. You’re insufferable. Seungwoo is going to beat your ass if he catches you.”

Seungsiks heart jumped up and into his throat, hips jutting a yelp out of you before blinking at his younger flatmate with a quickly forming grin and snicker. 

“Hello to you too, Hanse Do.”

If Hanse had hackles, they would be raised.

“In the fucking kitchen - of all places, Sik?”

Seungsik simply snickered, securing the curve of your spine again with one hand before looking back up with his tongue against the corner of his mouth and head thrown back. 

“Like you didn’t do anal on the sofa last week?”

He didn’t miss the wobble of Hanse’s adam’s apple or the twitch in his leg. 

Seungsik reached to delicately comb some hairs from your neck to leave a kiss, before returning as he was before. 

Hanse wanted to kiss - punch - that smirk straight off his elders' face.

“We eat on there! You fuck!” Hanse cried, smothering his face in frustration.

You moaned softly in thanks to the scattered kisses placed on your shoulder blades and curled your arms into yourself. Washed from head to toe in buzzing warmth. Hanse’s eyes met you with a softened brow before Seungsik’s voice pulled him back.

“If you can eat out Chan’s ass on that leather sofa, I am fully within my rights to fuck our pretty angel on the kitchen island. Sorry, I don’t make the rules, babe.”

Hanse gripped the armchair with a disgruntled noise. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel his aura like a cat ready to pounce. But in true Hanse nature; he laboured a calming breath that lasted four strokes, choosing to glare up at the male with fury behind his eyes, instead of enacting physical violence. Though, it was considered.

“Just - hurry up and finish off before they get back from rehearsals. I’m not explaining to Sejun why your cum is all over a random communal countertop, again, Seun.”

“Again?” Seungsik scoffed, biting his gums as his hips twitched, slowing his pace to resist cumming too quickly. “You literally refused to swallow.”

Hanse sucked at his teeth in a sharp noise of annoyance. Shuffling to kick his feet up onto the table in front of him. Breathing away his irritation and combing through the long neck-length hairs of his black mullet.

“Woo will beat you into next week if he catches you.” Hanse’s sly cat eyes met Seungsik’s, a spark of competition forming as the elder squinted over at him.

“You’d love to see it.”

Hanse chose not to respond.

The silence instead was permeated by your sniffles, forehead against the counter and whimpers accompanying the friction of your bare chest on the countertop. Skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex saturating the air. 

“Seunie -” You whimpered, fucked dumb and breathless. “It hurts so good…”

Seungsik slowed to shush you, sliding his hand over the back of your palm on the counter to interlock his fingers between yours. His large palm hid your hand and his chest stayed at your back for a moment, letting you catch a break to kiss at the nape of your neck and bite at your ear. Your heart fluttered deep in your core as he leaned back, hissing at the newly presumed pace.

“Easy, angel. Not yet. Let Han catch up, hmm? He’s aching to join in, look at him.” 

Hanse’s jaw ticked at your soft sighs, and how attentive he knew Seungsik to be in an intimate setting. He was proving to annoy Hanse through second-hand kindness; pulling up to stare at the younger male, moaning airily through open lips.

And as Hanse considered the shame of what he so desperately wanted to do next; his older band member provoked him further.

“How long have you even been watching, Do? Such a perv.” Hanse’s sharp eyes remained unmoved, his face entirely clear of amusement.

Seungsik released a slight chuckle before a teasing statement that made the younger male moan shyly out loud. You smiled against the cold counter, squeezing enough for Seungsik to swipe very weakly at your backside.

“You love catching us just as much as our precious angel here loves being caught." His smugness showed even between laboured breaths, his grin as evident as the sweat in his hairline from the effort not to plough you into oblivion. 

“Could’ve - said something, Han. Instead of watching like a damn pervert.”

Hanse was surely made of spiritual bricks and mortar. 

Choosing to remain stubborn and resist the elders' teasing, even if his cock throbbed painfully. 

He only wavered at your fucked out expression; Seungsik’s grip on your scalp making you cry out dumbly, letting him pull you up for Hanse to see, and knowing you loved the way it burned.

“Wanna leave a review, Han? Seems like you’re enjoying the show.” At this point, your legs were shaking from an elongated build-up - not even searching for an orgasm, but being driven to tears via the quick snaps of his newly inspired hips into your soaked entrance and throbbing core.

Even despite the new speed, you tried your best to bite at your gums and swollen lips, sighing as the boys bickered above you. They fucked. And you had all openly experimented with your dacryphilia kink as couples. So your sniffles were radio buzzing to the bickering between the boys. 

“Do one, asshat. I’m purely loathing over all the shit I’ll have to disinfect when you’re done fucking Y/N with no rubber in the middle of the kitchen island, is all.”

Seungsik dropped your head as soon as the first tear fell; allowing you to fall over the edge under two sets of eyes. 

Hanse almost creamed his pants as your beauty was painted by sin, just for him to spectate; your tear dropped onto the counter in one solid drip, which proved enough for his brain to fuzz over momentarily and cock to throb even harder in his sweats.

“You sure? Pretty sure you’re just mad you’re not tall enough to rail someone on the counter without a kick-step. It’s giving -” Seungsik groaned softly, before huffing out the last of his teasing sentence, thrown off by your loud whine and shifting hips.

 “- terribly pitiful short guy syndrome ~”

“You’re full of shit!” Hanse laughed immediately, momentarily breaking the tension. But he re-centred with a heavy gaze and finally moved to press his palms against his clothed cock with a groan.

“I’m literally less than an inch shorter than you, asshole - I simply do not care for fucking anyone on our only sanitary eating surfaces.”

Enough was enough. Emitting a loud whine before pulling your neck up, face scrunched in pleasure as you fought to speak between Seungsik’s stupidly beautiful cock forcing the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

“Both - of you - please - shut - the fuck - up - or I’ll - squirt - in the sink - and make - you clean -” Seungsik’s thrusts came quicker and pushed harder against your smaller and securely held frame as you spoke as if to break you on purpose.

“ - fuck - Seun, ahh - Hanse, please - join in - ahh, please, fuck -” Your hands now pushed your body up on shaky supports, causing him to push on the soft area inside of your core that made you tingle from head to toe.

Hanse didn’t take your words to heart - but he did watch as your tears dipped to your collarbone, dripping off your breasts onto the elder boy's veiny hands.

“You’re going to make her cry all through aftercare again.” Hanse commented in a bland tone, poker face immaculately covering the tugging of his jogger strings, making the scene seem like more of a chore than anything.

“Pretty baby loves it though, don't you sweetheart?” Seungsik’s chest pressed against your back as his hands held you; thrusts less in length but he fucked up into you without remorse. You cried out, lips wobbling as you bit to keep them closed, your comfort placed in the scattered feather-light kisses on your shoulder. “Love to be fucked into such a mess hmm? Pretty angel, so beautiful when she cries ~” 

Seungsik’s voice was floating around your head, his hot palms manhandling you into safety with a gentle giant of a man in charge of your pleasure. He barked loud and frequently; but didn’t have the heart to ever bite.

“You’re not the one who has to deal with the aftermath of blowing her back out, dickhead. Better make her cum or I’m stealing all of your shit out of the fridge for the next week straight.” 

Your eyes slipped open at Hanse’s temperate sighs, lost to the throws of pleasure as Seungsik buried his face into the crook of your neck, humming a confirming sound and setting to work.

The sight in front of you was one the God’s wished to write home about.

Hanse was the epitome of a soft, dark male with a heart full of gold. And he was beautiful in every sense. His femininity caught everyone's eyes; even your own, as his painted black nails, pumped his cock with his head thrown back and joggers barely tugged down.

“Feel good, angel?” He grunted softly, tongue poking to play with his piercing, lip bite quickly followed. At first, you simply nodded, before you called out wantonly, his name slipping from your lips. 

“Good, Hannie -” You managed in a pathetic attempt of a response. Hanse smiled at you lovingly, maintaining eye contact until you crumbled forward like a goddess made out of soft chalk; mind through the roof and pleasure consuming you whole. 

“Pretty when you cry, baby.” Hanse mumbled gently, fist unconsciously wrapping tighter as his head tipped back, soft puttering groans finally hitting deep and lengthier in tone.

“Not as pretty as when you beg to cum, Do. Shit’s insane.” He snickered, palm smoothing over your flat spine, before starting that thick sickening pumping inside of your core that made your toes curl. 

Hanse was pissed. Again. Silence speaking louder than words; but not louder than the wet sounds connecting you and Seungsik or his own fist pumping him until his chest flushed with heat, a hand straying to feel his chest over his shirt.

Seungsik shook his soft blonde hair out of his face, chuckling to himself. 

“Which baby will cum first, I wonder?” He wondered out loud. “How long can you go before you explode?” Statements followed by Seungsik chiming innocent laughter. "One's already crying, but the other's not far behind."

But the innocence was fake with a capital F; a competition now struck up between him and Hanse, even if nothing needed to be said.

It didn’t take long for you to pull up from the counter, crying through heaved breaths. Seungsik used you as a viewing model, but you loved it. Hanse’s eyes stuck to your bodies and the way they connected as he winked at your bleary, tear-flooded cheeks. 

Seungsik’s hips grounded up in deep but very slight thrusts as he held you to his chest via one hand squeezing your breast. The other held your hip against the counter not to fall; the burn of the counter merely collateral damage to getting your back blown the fuck out.

With a small outcry and a folding neck, you came hard, sobbing through breaths as Seungsik grunted, using every ounce of his soul to cum only after you had hit hypersensitivity.

Hanse watched on with loud breathy grunts and a gripped fist, already knowing how hard you would fall by the tears on your chest, mind blown wide with erotic, sinful satisfaction that made your muscles buzz like static. 

Once you began to twitch, hips moving involuntarily and sharp whines of shock pressing through your sniffles; Seungsik buried his face into your shoulder to cum hard.

It was overdue and followed in tandem by Hanse who did his best to contain it with the other palm in the throws of passion. It was only a matter of time before you crawled to him for comfort; Hanse being your comforter in the emotional sense. Whereas Seungsik knew all the right ways to make you cry in the first place.

“Mmm - enough, Seunnie… practice… clean…” 

It was funny how quickly your body sagged with fatigue; back literally and figuratively blown and head completely fuzzed over. Seungsik kissed your cheek gently, lowering your feet to the floor as he slipped out; your moan unmissable as his slick slipped down your thigh.

A nearby tug of kitchen roll was not so beautifully dabbed at your core, the fabric swiped at your thighs until his cum was nowhere to be seen, the action full of love. Seungsik cleaned quickly as he tapped at his phone - swearing under his breath, as under the very late evening time read multiple texts from the boys saying they were heading back from the studio and if you three wanted food.

“Yeah, go sit with Hannie baby, I’ll clean up -”

“And for fucks sake please use the bleach,” Hanse grunted from the couch, shaking the haze from his eyes to quickly clean up. 

Thankfully, having somewhat of a clean-freak-maknae (at least, in the standards of 7 men living together, so not really), meant disinfectant wipes were always nearby and a lined bin in every room. Not that they got emptied, but that was beyond the point.

“I don’t care if it smells like the aftermath of a crime scene lab, I will literally never eat in here again if you don’t fucking disinfect everything.” Hanse punctuated his statement by chucking the wipes into the nearby metal bin, enough to make it spin and clatter back into its space, his joggers tugged up and his shirt smoothed down his chest.

Seungsik mocked Hanse childishly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. His hands guided you out of the way of the island until you were ‘stable’ enough to push forward and reach Hanse’s outstretched hands. “Go on baby, you were perfect, as usual.” He whispered, kissing your ear as you left, palms sliding away from your skin.

But Hanse was right there to catch you; cooler, calloused palms and cool metal rings sliding over the skin of your ribs, thumbs briefly padding over your nipples, and a breath catching in his throat; before your body was accepted into his bubble on the large armchair, Hanse using his larger frame to keep you from falling. His breath brushed over your cheek - as much as you wanted to make out right now, you were overridden by tingling fatigue - face buried into the fabric on his shoulder.

“Legs, angel.” He mumbled against your hair dotingly, tapping at the legs you seemed to have left behind, half sitting and standing. “Can’t leave those behind. Come here ~”

You giggled a shy “Oh…”, before allowing Hanse to grip your thighs and place you over his legs rather than his crotch. Your ass dipped between his thighs, forehead bumping his chin and both knees tucked up against his opposite shoulder.

He was just so soft. Comfy. Safe.

Hanse's breathing was always deep and pressed into his belly, and your palm pressed against his belly unknowingly to feel his comforting breath, slipping into sleep unreasonably fast. Your lips puffed open as Hanse nuzzled his cheek against your forehead, humming gently. You responded through your sleep, knees pulling tighter towards you until he released the chair spring, allowing you to practically lay on him in a curled position.

He also quickly fell into a light slumber.

Awoken only when the boys entered from practice, stretching sleepily under questioning eyes at your naked and very-much-passed-out-snoring form, and the intense questioning for the intense bleach smell, ‘with no open windows’, loving the panic in Seungsik’s face as he squeezed you closer, reaching for his headphones to slide them over your head.

Hanse watched the boys as they bickered until your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Sliding your fingers between his, falling asleep with a hand pressed to each other’s heart.

Well would you look at that: updated 10/August/2022

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Platinum Bones Week 2023 - 01/04 - Day 2 : Throne

Here we go onto day 2! I picked "throne" as the prompt this time, and I'm quite proud of this one, hehe.

The premise is Collector in this future has repurposed the archives into a sort of educational history review of all the things the B.I didn't know but really should have learned! And one of the items now put on display is a throne carved by the trappers as an offering to their "huntsman".

Collector stared at the throne with a silent defiance, anxiously twirling one of his fluffy pigtails between his fingers.

It was too big, and cold looking, and although the symbol atop of it looked cool to him, it was all too hostile to him, knowing this was Titan Trapper work.

"This isn't for me." Collector grumbled quietly.

But an exhibit was an exhibit, and he could not deny the citizens of the Boiling Isles knowing their history. All of it. He had shown the other artifacts from the Isles' past before. This should be no exception.

He sighed and swiped his finger in the air, lifting the throne up into a platform, and then snapped his fingers to summon a glass case around it. Another twirl of his fingers and a plaque appeared, describing what the item was, its origin and date.

They put their hands on their hips and continued to stare at it. It wasn't for them but... why did they feel strangely compelled to try the seat out? For just a second wonder what it would have been like to have the trappers bowing at their feet?

"Collector!" King's voice calling to him made him jump a bit, his pigtails poofing up.

"Oh, hey, King! You wanna come in?" Collector offered, knowing King had been calling from outside the room, but he expected the answer already.

"Maybe another day." King was still outside, hesitant. "Can you come over here?"

Collector sighed and walked out the titan war memorial room, to meet with King anxiously whipping his tail and grabbing his paws and looking around the hall.

"What's up?" Collector leaned on the wall, arms crossed.

"I was wondering if you still had that titan bound songbook..." King played with his claws shyly. "I know I can't tell what it says very well, but maybe you could help me?"

"Oh!" Collector perked up hearing that. "Yeah, yeah!"

He flicked a finger and an old book bound with matted fur and claws and soft scales for pages came to King's paws, heavy and worn, but intact, mostly.

"Sweet, thanks!" King wagged his tail as he looked at it, already opening and staring at the pages. "Are you OK to go now, or are you busy?"

Collector paused and his eyes shifted to the room behind him. The throne wouldn't leave his mind. Why wouldn't it leave his mind?

"I'd rather wait a bit more, I'm completing some new additions to the exhibit." Collector gave a grin.

King lowered his head and hummed a bit, observing Collector's strange behavior.

"Well, I'm gonna be hanging out at Wilderness Square, we can meet up there later!" He decided to leave it alone though, and started on his way.

"O-okay! See you there!" Collector waved, until he saw King disappear through the hallways.

He walked back into the room and let out a deep sigh, then looked at the throne again.

With a snap of his fingers the entire platform, glass and plaque were gone, and the throne was back to the way it had been in its first arrival.

He stepped towards it, and eventually, lifted himself up to sit on it. He shivered. As expected, it was cold stone, nothing comfortable about it, and although he could change sizes to fit it, right now in his usual adapted form, it was way too big for him, his arms barely reaching the actual arm rests, the back of it extending far too high.

He closed his eyes and allowed his height to adapt, growing longer, and his carefully put together modern outfit disappeared into more regal robes.

The lights in the room dimmed at his mental command, and he opened his bright red eyes.

He imagined the many titan trappers that would be in front of him, worshiping him, hands and faces touching down on the ground in devotion, not daring to look up.

He grinned, and readied a speech:

"You lowly mortal forms, writhing beneath me, calling for my blessing. Do you even know how little you mean to me?" He growled.

"You are nothing. You are filth. In your search for power and divinity you have done nothing but taint this earth and dishonor my name. Others may have surely thanked you for your sacrifice, but of them all I remain, for my love has saved me. You of course could never understand, warring scum that you are, spilling divine blood of the kindest creatures for your own selfish wishes." He went on.

"Well, no more." Their hands gripped the sides of the throne. "For now I distribute justice and rip apart your bones, razing the earth to feed the felled titans with your blood, eye for an eye."

The visions in his mind, illusions that they were, exploded into screams of despair as they erupted into mounds of burning flesh.

They sat back, satisfied, watching the spectacle they had created.

As they disappeared, Collector was left with nothing but the dark and silence of the room.

They sighed, putting a hand on their chin and leaning sadly. In the real world, King had begged them to not actually kill the trappers, only give them a good scare, as they ransacked and took as much as they could to form the exhibits they now held on titans, the war, and their history.

He shrunk down, clothes adjusting back into his comfortable combo of a long jacket, t shirt and baggy jeans. He hugged himself, remembering he was alone, the titans gone, and he couldn't even avenge them properly.

All that was left was to remember them was these memorials, these exhibits, making the Archives into something finally useful, educational, for preservation.

But that wouldn't bring them back, but then again, killing the trappers wouldn't either. Collector and King were still chasing them out from hurting anyone whenever possible, and helping those questioning their beliefs.

Collector wiped a tear. Moping around wasn't doing them any good either, they ought to pull themself back up and go meet King.

They got off the throne and snapped their fingers, putting all the exhibit back into place again, and left.

.......

It was under a quiet palistrom tree at the park aptly named Wilderness Square that Collector found King resting, reading the book with a furrowed brow as if he could understand it.

The park had been created as a new area of greenery for all to enjoy, a celebration of wild magic and a departure of the old ways of controlled covens. Now, it made all creatures who visited it feel at home.

"King?" Collector called, walking up to him and leaning over with a smile.

"Oh! Hey, you took a bit. I've just been trying to read the book, er, emphasis on trying." King smiled sheepishly.

"Well let's take a look." Collector sat down next to him, and stretched their neck to get a better look at the pages, those soft cast off scales of ancient creatures that had had ink dipped feathers write titan language on them.

"This symbol..." Collector tried to reach an arm over King's, having to stretch it quite a bit.

"Do you want to sit on my lap?" King offered nonchalantly.

"What?!" The offer definitely took Collector by surprise.

"Come on, you're stretching to get a good look, it's just more convenient." King reasoned.

"I..." Collector was trying to hide their embarrassment, puffing their cheeks. "I can change my size you know!"

"Yeah, but I like this better." King gave a mischievous grin at them. "Now I'm the one getting to grab you around."

"Wow." Collector swallowed, still clearly flustered. "You waste no time getting revenge, huh?"

King grinned wider and grabbed Collector by the sides, growling playfully. "Collectors and titans, fighting again! Who could have seen this coming?"

Collector gave a squeal and giggled nervously in surprise, and before they knew, they had been whisked up and sat comfortably in King's lap. In protest, they bit the titan's arm, growling back.

"Hahah, alright, settle down. Look." King adjusted the book to now rest in front of both of them, now being seen clearly in both their fields of vision. "That's better now, right?"

"Huh. Yeah actually." Collector had to admit, this was more convenient.

They could see both current pages the book was open at.

"Alright... a different one. I think I can only tell apart like three symbols. We need a less complicated one." Collector told King.

He obliged and turned the pages.

"This... I know this one, I think." Collector pointed.

King hummed. "That looks a little like the symbol on my old collar."

He then reached out and pointed to a circular symbol with a dot inside. "This one."

"Ah, that makes the sound sol, it's also the titan symbol for sun, light, gold, and titans themselves." Collector explained.

"That's a lot of really different meanings, though, how do you know which one it is?" King asked, scratching the back of his skull.

"You have to look at the context. This one seems to be a song about the morning light." Collector traced the symbols over the pages with their finger.

They had to admit they were glad they were doing this with King. That old throne had been cold, but King was warm and soft and reminded them of the present and the bright future they had.

There was nothing better than being here, than knowing that despite all the hurt and everything that had tried to come between them, they were safe and happy together. This was Collector's real throne. Where he fit and where he belonged.

"And you knew this one?" King asked.

"A little. From the time I got to spend with them, I learned some of the songs, but I was always sloppy with getting the individual words and symbols right. They said it was okay though." Collector responded, leaning back into King's stomach.

"And I believed them." They sulked and turned slightly while sat on his lap, burying their face in his fluffy fur. "I thought I had all the time in the world to learn. Can't ask any of them now about it, though."

King fell quiet, also looking sadly off to the side.

"Hey." He finally spoke. "My aunt's a historian, you know. I'm sure maybe with your knowledge, and hers combined, and her connections in history, you could start on figuring out this language for good."

Collector's eyes lit up, and they turned to face King. "Really? We could bring back Titan language!"

"We could! That would be a fun exhibit we could make together, right?" King grabbed onto Collector's hands and held them happily.

"Yeah." Collector gave a bright smile.

They then turned to the book again. "So, about the song. I know what it is, and I sort of remember the melody, but I don't really remember the individual bits. Just like... it as a whole song."

King pat their head. "That's okay, I just wanna hear it."

Collector felt warm hearing that, and got comfortable in King's lap again, facing the book. They began to sing, slowly tapping back into their memory of singing with the titan pack that had taken them in once.

King stayed quiet while listening the whole time, Collector couldn't really tell what the titan was feeling, he wasn't even looking.

He stopped singing. "That's it, I think. It's a pretty simple song, it was for kids, y'know, like a good morning song."

"It's beautiful. Thank you." King told him, though he sounded very melancholic.

He sighed and put a paw up to his jaw, looking away and getting lost in thought.

Collector couldn't say he wasn't also made sentimental, having felt a knot on his throat while singing. He wasn't even sure if he was fully remembering or pronouncing it right.

But something about sharing that with King had felt healing, like he'd been holding in this precious knowledge all these years and now he got to share it.

He listened as King attempt to repeat the song now, and laid back into his chest, breathing softly.

"Hey, it's not a lullaby. It's a good morning song." King interrupted his singing to tug on his best friend. "Don't fall asleep."

"Sorry, it's just nice. You were getting it right, though." Collector nuzzled, not really bothering to seem any more awake.

King smiled to himself and began to sing again, letting his power give the song strength, golden light all around them.

Collector hummed happily. Yes, this was way better than any cold old throne.

#the owl house #the collector #king clawthorne #toh collector #platinum bones #toh fanfiction #Commander's orders #art

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Boyfriend headcanons

Gojo satoru ♡

Listen to After hours by weekend or btbt by B.I and Soulja Boy while reading this and imagine fake scenarios...trust me bruh..find da links below 😫 🤏🏼

Gojo satoru × reader (gender neutral)

No warnings,

He would tease the shit out of you..fr...doesn't care if you're in public or at home..it's his love language

Takes pride in showing you off("wear anything baby,i can fight...I'm strongest afterall..")

Absolute mess..please call him yours and see the strongest sorcerer blush like this 😳....but ends up whispering in your ear asking to say that again...may lead to other things 👩‍🦯

He loves the way you talk to him(especially when you rant to him about your day and work at the end of the day)

Still can't accept the fact that you are real...call him pet names (when you call him toru he is on cloud nine)📈📈

He won't cheat on u ( no one can can convince me on that particular fact okay!?cuz...he would have talked to many girls but never made a serious commitment or got into a relationship before because he thinks it's special and he was unsure of finding someone like you before he met you)

my man is probably tired of being strong 24/7 please take care of him :( he was lonely as a teen...he was the type of guy who would be there for everyone yet ended up having no one to go to when he felt low

(even if he portrays himself as a cool and carefree manchild he drops his mask when he's with you

He adores you👁👄👁he looks at you like this⤵️...he believes that you're some type mystical creature sent from heaven

Takes care of you (he's especially concerned about your mental health as he knows what it's like to undergo shit...ke kinda understands where you come from..he doesn't want you to feel alone as he knows what it feels like

Tbh as a child and a teen he didn't even have a person to go when he was feeling low...this is where the cool facade and carefree attitude started to develop...now everyone calls him annoying

He's very clingy and doesn't hide it..can't sleep without you beside him..please understand him and let him be vulnerable...

he opens up to you once he's sure that he's the one for you as this man thinks that he doesn't deserve you...

He probably wants to be with you 24/7😫he likes to cook for you ...bonus points if you hug his waist from behind

And the last one...he Apologizes to you first after arguments ....cuz he loves his baby more than anything else..he would LITERALLY give up anything to keep you close

🎧 listen to this

Or this ..trust me😌

Part 2???

#gojo satoru x reader #jjk imagines #gojo x you #gojou satoru x y/n #jjk men #boyfriend #jjk x y/n #headcanons #btbt #after hours #weekndvibes #hanbin #Spotify