#but this song just came up on shuffle and fuck.

[running-in-the-dark]

okay I love Fast Car, just like everyone else, but I just heard For My Lover for the first time and now I'm so mad I didn't buy this album on vinyl that one time I almost bought it (I had it in my hands!! I'm so stupid) 😫 oh my god.

#like. I mean fast car is GREAT. though tbh I actually prefer the christian kane cover of it 😬😬😬 #but for my lover is. god it's doing things to my brain #I didn't want to listen to the rest of the album until I buy the record annnd then I stopped buying records so I just tried to ignore 6 #*it #but this song just came up on shuffle and fuck. #I want the record so bad now. I'm still not gonna listen to the rest until then! because I'm stupid that's why! #I wish it wasn't so expensive but fuck it I'd pay that much just for this song. #might even call the closest record store tomorrow to see if they have it. need. need need need it. #okay back to not writing any actual words for my thesis ugh #personal #(and I'm like 99% sure I've already heard most of the album already buuut. not on purpose so it doesn't count) #(and okay they're just. both perfect. but this one is new to me right now so it's extra awesome lol)

[thekidsarentalright]

i've got a lot of friends who are stars but some are just black holes

#insane fucked up lyric of all time that is SOOOOOO stardust it makes me insane #listening to fob on shuffle and 3 folie songs just came on in a row spotify is trying to kill meeeeee aughhhhh #txt #p: 100

[gothwizardmagic]

My little tower, seal my fate, help me pay back - end their hate. Black oceans beneath, come and swallow me! One direction; down, down, down ... pitch black night for my old town, black oceans beneath shall now swallow me.

White Pearl, Black Oceans... - Sonata Arctica

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmdgifs #ofmd gifs #ofmdaily #blackbeard #ed teach #edward teach #stede bonnet #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #lmao i was listening to music w my sister the other day and this song came up on shuffle #and the first verse played and we just fucking. Looked at each other and we Both Knew #so some credit for this goes to her hahhah #this was a big learning experience colouring wise that third one was a NIGHTMARE #rowansgraphics #rowans gifs

[heybaetae]

i am Not doing well folks

#cried last night bc i was subjected to pics of taehyung in that fucking camoflauge already #sobbed this morning while watching jimin choke up about his hair #woke up crying again when jungkook turned his live on #bawled to yes or no for some reason #W E P T when take two came on shuffle literally harder than i've ever cried to that song (which is many times) #i had to go jump in the shower to drown out the sound of me audibly crying in case anyone heard me #then i was like. Bent over in there and when i got out just fucking. Standing there crying and crying and crying #this is all so heartbreaking and dramatic like imagine just being able to watch this happen with a neutral attitude #it's hitting me in bursts that gradually get worse #anyway i'm already compiling clips for Another vmin gifset

[vvitchy-succubus]

No one ever understood or accepted me the same way you did, goob. This is killing me.

#this was our song #no one else in our family loved music the same way that drew and i did #it was one of the first things we bonded over #i showed him blink 182 when he was 3 #i took him to his first concert at 14 #whenever this song came on we sang it together at the top of our lungs #no matter where we were #one time i was cleaning my bathroom and it started #i facetimed him and he immediately started singing along in the middle of a cookout with his friends #it just keeps coming up on my shuffled likes #i fucking miss you kid #it's actually killing me #i love you to the moon and back #and even farther #Spotify

[skinnyscottishbloke]

the way December 1963 still crushes my soul...iykyk

#bbc sherlock #johnlock #iykyk #genuinely it just came up on shuffle and i went oh god not this fucking song #mofftiss really did a fucking number on us huh #my post #mine

[cinnabeat]

i still cant get over how fucking incomprehensible filament fevers music is like theres five different songs happening there, theres several toaster dings (which i love) the tempo changes in THE MOST awkward places and yet it somehow all fits together and also sounds COMPLETELY like white noise when the lyrics are layered over it

#i dont even hear it anymore like as music its literally just background noise #im sure theres a rythym there #i used to be able to hear it but i cant anymore #when that fucking song came out and i was literally baffled by everyone going oh my god this is so good #like ARE YOU SURE?? #like i love the song now dont get me wrong but the singing COMPLETEY carries it for me #i wanna know what goes on in a persons head to make this #like what are they thinking when thwy compose something like this #someone in the comments was like i love electric swing or something and im like???? what fucking music are you listening to???? #like i swear i love filament fever but also that song is like. 80% noise and the singing is amazing enough that i dont even register it anym #anymore #before when i first started listening it couldnt come up on shuffle without me being immediately aware just cuz of how incomprehensible it i #is but now i can go through half the song before realizing what im listening to #thats what i call stockholm syndrome #in my list of fave wxs comms im sure this would be down there in the list #i should make one actually #brb #michi tag

[girlcavalcanti]

one must know that when let's dance starts playing you in fact have to lock up your worries & issues in a tiny drawer at the bottom of your brain for 7 minutes & 37 seconds and put on your red shoes and dance the blues

#that song is healing #fuck me if i know why #is it the sax? is it the woodblock? #is it the very unnecessary but notheless very sexy way he sings the word flower? #no fucking clue #but it's a fact that one day god sat at his desk on the clouds #wrote a letter #and mailed to david bowie #in there there was the riff of let's dance #bowie was like okay cool! and then wrote it #is just so. you Have to put on your red shoes and dance the blues #the other day i was cooking while listening to music on shuffle #when it came up i ran into the basement & looked for my red shoes #top 10 songs that are cathartic experiences for no fucking reason #anyway #david bowie

[krizkrozapplesoz]

give \o/ ∞

I WANT TO SHOW YOU THE WORST THINGS ABOUT ME not out of anxiety, but out of pride and you'd laugh and you'd say "I'm so glad you're mine."

5H4D0W H34R7Z by Ada Rock

#ear strain #warning for the song just in case #cause its pretty heavily distorted #thats a lot of my favourite music hehe #i fucking loooove 5H4D0W H34R7Z its like one of my all time favourite songs i listen to it so much #so happy it came up on the shuffle #fucked up ear straining music by trans women means everything and more to me #i feel seen by these people like by nobody else

[jesuisgourde]

#when i was driving home from work tonight this song came on and then immediately after that venus in furs by velvet underground came on #it was the best mp3 player on shuffle experience i've had in a while #those two songs just have the same fucked up on drugs and fucked up in general sadomasochistic break with reality vibe

[wndaswife]

LOL 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 (rips hair out) (laughs until im crying) LOL!

#rae rambles #and fuck this song from the smiths that just came up on shuffle why do they want to see the worst for me #but it’s good #it’s called asleep what a good song it’s my first time hearing

[sunnibits]

Hullo can u elaborate on dimitri

*aggressively whips out my PowerPoint presentation* WHY I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED NONNY!!!! so crazy that you would ask me that omg it’s not like I specifically begged people to ask me about it or anything-

As you may have noticed, recently I started playing in my very first dnd campaign, and Dimitri Kazriel is my character!! He’s a chaotic neutral tiefling warlock - (except, like, on all levels except physical he is a rogue, because he honestly should be one based on his whole personality and backstory but uhhhh he’s a warlock okay).

here are some various sketches of him!!! (ignore the fact that his design keeps changing slightly lmao)

Now the fun thing about our campaign is that it’s actually set in the realm of Norse mythology, with pretty much all the kingdoms and lore and stuff completely home-brewed by our incredible DM who is literally descended from Vikings (or so he says, lmao). So, Dimitri’s warlock patron is actually Loki, the god of mischief himself!!

He grew up as a thief on the streets, but he eventually made a deal with Loki and basically just became his little errand-boy-slash-spy-slash-mischief-maker in exchange for magical power and security.

But there’s a bit of a conflict going on in the campaign now when it comes to this arrangement… the thing is, Loki is planning something that I don’t really know about, but Dimitri’s been doing his job as a lil errand boy. Butttt ummmm well. Odin the Allfather himself decided to talk to Dimitri and offer him a different deal to go behind Loki’s back and work for Odin instead, in exchange for essentially taking over Loki’s position and getting a shit ton of power. Butttt of course Loki found out and was not happy… so now there’s tension between Dimitri and Loki, there’s a whole complicated thing with Odin, Dimitri doesn’t know who to chose, he’s scared of Loki’s wrath and meanwhile my poor guy still does not have a clue what the Big Plans far beyond him even are.

Sooooo Dimitri’s whole thing, essentially, is being used as a tiny pawn between these two gods, a minuscule player on a giant fucking chess board that he doesn’t understand :D

And that’s not even getting into his newly created backstory, which is a whole other can of worms… but I’ve already rambled enough so if anyone wants to hear about that…… let me know 👁️👁️

anyways thank u for asking I’m literally obsessed with him he’s my little baby blorbo and he has sooooo much trauma :))))

#sunny’s ocs #dimitri kazriel #ask box #I was gonna talk about his backstory but uh. thsi would be so much longer LMAO #godddd I love him tho he’s so fucked up #ALSO TELL ME WHY ONE OF MY MOST DIMITRICORE SONGS CAME UP ON SHUFFLE WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS #OUT OF MY WHOLE MUSIC LIBRARY. SADDERDAZE BY THE NEIGHBORHOOD JUST APPEARS #WITH THE STEEL CHAIR.

[darkhopping]

ok its hilarious how severely songs of war put me off like magical corruption tropes or something . fucking . local motherfucker eats a croissant so bad they swore never to eat a croissant again

#slightly exaggerating #[reads a magical corruption thing that wasnt catastrophically bad] wow i wish songs of war did this #WOW OST - TALK OF PRIMES CAME UP ON SHUFFLE JUST AS IM WRITING THIS POST !! OKAY !!!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS #songposting #me voice wow zanes agency in his ice chapter corruption was never tackled? #its alright at least it wasnt tackled Really Really Badly #well #ninjagos cant tackle consequences disease is like . weirdchamp #like beyond just zanes agency ice chapter events . weirdchamp #like hey that . thats fucked up actually #but at least they didnt pour gasoline on their existing trashfire like sow !!!! lmfao #the bar is on the ground

[waywardsalt]

every so often i remember that i have a rpg maker demo and that the only project ive actually used it for was making a map of hyrule for an au

#i should. touch that up. the lost woods are way too fucking big #salty talks #im just thinkin abt the au associated to it bc where is your rider came up on shuffle and thats The Gimmick Au Song

[memoryoflife]

sad about inside job again :( yeah i know it got cancelled months ago but hhhhhhhhhh i've literally never vibed with a show as hard as that one and it got cancelled because of netflix's stupid ratings demands

#ell shut up #the worst part is that it literally got greenlit for s2. but then they fucking cancelled it after s1 p2 dropped #and i was devastated #i think im thinking abt it again bc of a dream recently abt a hypothetical s2 #and then the song i titled my one ij fic from came on shuffle today #and i just got whacked with emotions #sigh. sorry for deviating from your usual twst #but also (points at the multifandom sign) #tbd #maybe. idk. #i want to rewatch the show someday but it hurts thinking abt it bc of how it won't ever get its proper ending

[tasteracha]

kinktober - day thirteen

kink: camcorder with minho ft. chan

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. threesome (kind of), chan is a perv, afab!reader, teensy bit of manipulation

chan didn’t think this would happen when he asked minho to borrow his camcorder a couple days ago - all he wanted was to record some practice videos to upload to youtube. he didn’t think before he took it, didn’t think before he looked through minho’s old footage of his dancing that he keeps for memories, didn’t think before watching what he watched. 

it was a video of you. and minho. 

in his defense, the storage on the memory card was almost full and chan was just looking for something that could be deleted to free up space - and wouldn’t minho check the storage to see if there was anything he didn’t want chan seeing first? if anything, this is minho’s fault. 

sure, it’s minho’s fault that chan is one second away from jerking off to the sight of you getting fucked into oblivion by his best friend, the grainy pixels leaving little to nothing to his imagination. your moans sound tinny from the low quality speakers, minho’s grunts accenting the sounds coming from your mouth as he fucks you up against the studio mirrors. your breath is fogging up from where your face is pressed against the glass, sweaty handprints from the both of you staining the surface. minho better have cleaned those mirrors after that, chan’s delirious mind supplies as he continues watching the footage he should have turned off minutes ago. 

the video is from the same angle as their dance practices, the same walls on display and oh fuck chan doesn’t think he’s been this hard in his entire life. that’s the room that he dances in, he’s leaned up against that exact mirror, panting and overexerted, he’s been yelled at by minho for messing up the choreography in that exact place. 

he tries. he tries so hard to forget what he saw, to get the image of you shaking apart when you came out of his head. to stop thinking about the way your skin went white from where minho was gripping it. to restrain from gripping his cock in his hand under his blanket with his eyes screwed shut and the symphony of your combined noises playing in his head like a song he couldn’t get off of repeat. 

but how could he when he had to go back into that rehearsal room just a few days later to practice? what excuse could he possibly give his members about why he wanted to switch rooms from this one? the room that’s full of their most precious memories, full of laughter and tears and piles of sweaty cuddles on the floor? no, he couldn’t. what he could do was avoid that spot like it was poisonous, standing on the farthest edge of the room after practice was over, chugging water and thinking about how you both have probably fucked on the floor there, or those couches, or by the closet door. 

he doesn’t notice you at first, sliding into the room to hand minho a cold water bottle and press a kiss to his cheek. the other members were slowly trickling out, passing tired greetings to you as they shuffled past, eager to go home and shower. when only minho and him were left, you went to approach him only to find his eyes already on you, glazed over at you but not really seeing. 

he looks at you and all he can see is the way you were pressed up against the glass, your tits squished but somehow still bouncing, the screwed up features of your face when you were overwhelmed in pleasure. all he can hear are those metallic sounding moans, all he can feel is the urge to fall at your feet-

“bang chan,” minho snaps, jerking chan out of his fantasy. “where is my camera? you’ve had it for a while, i wanted to record the new choreography.”

“oh!” chan is starting to panic, he didn’t think that minho would ask after the camcorder so soon. he didn’t have time to prepare, didn’t have the energy to create an excuse. “there was too much storage on it, so i didn’t get to record what i wanted and i forgot to ask you about it.”

he’s biting his tongue now, cursing himself for saying too much. couldn’t he just have said he would give it back tomorrow?

“i didn’t think about the storage,” minho starts, not sounding like he had anything to hide. did he truly not know about what he had left on that camera for chan to find? “did you see anything interesting?”

he knows. he knows. chan is beginning to sweat, he can feel it in his hair and under his arms and he wants to bury a hole by his feet so he can jump into it and never climb out. 

“haha, no,” he says, packing up the rest of his bag so that he didn’t have to look at minho. or you, who’s been silent since you walked in, watching him carefully. for all he wasn’t scared of minho and his adorably empty threats, he was terrified of you. “i didn’t even look. just saw that the storage was full, you know?”

he sounds awkward. he is awkward, right now. 

“chan,” you trail a finger down his arm, speaking for the first time since you arrived and he’s gone, your touch leaving raised hairs in your wake. you should be angry, you should be livid, why are you touching him like that- “come over tonight to mine would you? we wanted to have you over for a while, minho wanted to cook for you. and you can give him the camera back then.”

“oh,” chan is sure that his face is flushed completely red by now, but he nods anyways. “sure! i’m free tonight. i’ll be there at seven? or whenever is good for you, i’m free. wait, i said that already-”

“perfect,” minho purrs, taking one of your hands in his and laying the other on chan’s shoulder. “seven is perfect. see you then, chan.”

--

he gets to your place early and sits in his car for 30 minutes, chewing at his fingernails and tapping his leg at an alarming pace. the more he thinks about it the more he overthinks - did they just want to yell at you in private instead of at the company building? did they really not know? what if he confessed and they didn’t know? what if they never speak to you again?

he has to take several deep breaths before leaving his car, and again before he knocks on your door. he’s ushered in by you, bright smiles on yours and minho’s faces as you take the camera out of his hands, and by the time he has a glass of wine in his hand and he’s sitting on the couch while minho puts the finishing touches on dinner he’s almost fully relaxed. he’s been here so many times, your apartment being a refuge to all the boys when they wanted to get away from the dorms for a bit. this is normal. 

“let me put something on for us to watch,” you say at the same time minho asks chan if he wanted more wine, and you sneak the camcorder towards the tv while chan was distracted, sniping at minho that no he doesn’t want a second glass he’s not even halfway through the first one. you plug it in, smiling when it connected to the right input immediately. you scroll through the files, fingers calm on the remote even though you were shaking in anticipation inside. when you get to the right file you click on it, turning up the volume. 

the image of you and minho takes over the tv, sounds coming out of the tv in a much better quality than what chan had been used to. his head whips towards the tv, wine forgotten and eyes wide as he takes in the video that you put on.

“what?” he asks, almost in a gasp as his eyes flicker back and forth between the tv, you, and minho, who had finally exited the kitchen and joined you in the living room.

“we thought since you loved it so much, we would watch it together,” minho explains, much more casually than one should be when playing a video of them fucking their girlfriend in front of their best friend. “why, is something wrong?” 

“i-”, chan cuts himself off, panic choking his voice. “i’m so sorry-”

“hey,” you move towards him, sitting against his side and taking one of his hands in both of yours. “that isn’t what this is about. we don’t mind, okay?” 

“we couldn’t let him sputter on for a bit more?” minho pouts, crossing his arms at you. “it was funny.”

“min, be nice,” you scold, smiling at chan. 

“channie, i would have beat you up when i found out if i wanted to,” minho relents, siting on chan’s other side, sandwiching him between you both. “she likes that you watched it. i like it. okay? just relax and be good for us.”

minho’s words wash over chan, leaving him in a sort of daze. be good for us, minho had said. he could do that, chan was so good at being good. he melts against the couch, the heat from both of your bodies enveloping him as he takes in the video he’s seen over and over already. 

“you planned this?” he asks, breathless and mesmerized. 

“of course i did,” minho scoffs, squeezing one of chan’s thighs in his warm hand. “you think i would just let you watch that without planning it? i’m not that stupid.”

you’re not, but maybe i am, chan thinks, and he only realizes that he said it out loud when you start giggling and lean your head into his shoulder to hide your laughter. 

he wants to retort, to somehow defend himself, but then video-minho changes his angle and starts fucking video-you even harder than before and whatever words were in his throat stayed behind the lump there.

“do you want to do that to her?” minho asks, hand trailing up chan’s thigh, leaving behind phantom pinpricks of sensation. he lets his blunt nails rake over chan’s leg, the delicate material of his workout pants providing no protection. 

“can i?” chan breathes out, looking at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. 

“please,” you wiggle your legs open a bit, a clear invitation. his hand comes to rest on your thigh and it’s so big, so much bigger than minho’s. he slides it up, to the hem of your oversized shorts, dipping his fingers closer to your panties and -

he stops. 

“but, i also want…” he ducks his head down, trying to hide his flush before glancing at minho through his lashes. minho’s brow furrows, confusion clear on his face before he puts it together. 

“oh, my channie,” he coos, running a hand through chan’s hair. “we can do that too, i promise. but my girl has been waiting so long for you, you don’t want to make her wait even longer, do you?”

chan shakes his head, entire body swaying with the force of it, reenergized by minho’s promise of more. he turns towards you and you feel your breath leave your body as you turn weighless for a moment, landing back on earth to find yourself straddling chan’s lap. 

“you’re strong,” you praise, feeling up his biceps as you get comfy in his lap, ignoring minho’s indignant yelp next to you. chan beams up at you, both of his hands cupping your ass and using it as leverage to pull you closer into him. his dick is hard in his pants, poking against your crotch, and you both let out lewd moans when you grind into him a bit. he glances at minho, a little insecure and still kind of uncomfortable, but minho just pulls him in and kisses him deeply. it’s a sight to see, like a movie playing out right in front of your eyes, the love of your life and his best friend making out right in front of you. chan tenses a bit but melts into the couch even faster, letting minho lead him into blissful submission as he cups his face and moves it right how he wants it. 

when they part, chan’s lips are cherry red and so wet, glistening in the light from the lamps decorating the room. you can’t help but kiss him too, licking minho’s essence off of him and reveling in the way he bucks up into you like he can’t help it. 

chan slides his lips to the right, peppering kisses to the corner of your lips, across your jaw and down your neck. he sucks at the spot right under your ear that makes you see stars, heat bursting in your lower belly. he was utterly intoxicated by your scent, your clean, floral body wash taking over his senses until he was all but panting into your neck. 

it almost hurts to pull back from him, it’s like a stab right to your heart when he makes a wounded noise at the loss of contact, but you need more from him. any thoughts that you might have had of seducing him, of wining and dining him and showing him how much you really wanted him, died out once you felt his hands on you. you’ve been crushing on this man for almost as long as you’ve been crushing on minho, and you weren’t going to give this opportunity any time to ruin itself; you knew chan, knew how his self-consciousness and second-guessing worked, and if you wanted him you needed to take him now before he changed his mind. 

you reach for the drawstring on his pants, pulling it open and sticking your hand in, rubbing him through his boxers. next time you’d have more decorum, you’d suck him off until he was right on the edge and make him sob when you refuse to let him come, you’d let him fuck you into the mattress and let him pin you down, but not right now. 

“on the couch?” chan asks, eyes wide as they flicker back and forth between you and minho. 

“you know we’ve done it in worse places,” minho says, humor lining his words as the lust takes over his eyes at the thought of what was about to happen. a burst of affection takes over you as you look at him, your perfect soulmate who understood you and your desires and shared them with you like you shared everything else. 

“never knew you were such an exhibitionist,” chan snipes back at him, gasping when you tug him out of his pants and boxers, the stretch of his waistband making it easy. you only have to stroke him a few times until he’s fully hard, his cock red and leaking where it curves into his lower belly. 

“minho, help me,” you ask, blinking at minho through your eyelashes, and he knows what you want immediately; he hooks his fingers through your shorts and panties at once, pulling them down to your knees, just far down enough for you to be able to rub your bare pussy against chan’s cock.

“god, you’re so wet,” he curses, throwing his head back and sighing in time with the movement of your hips.

“for you, channie,” your voice cracks when his cock catches on your clit, and both of them are smart enough not to say anything about it. minho moves though, ever impatient, and lines chan’s cock up against your hole with practiced ease. 

“thought about this a lot, did you?” you tease, knowing very well that both of you thought about this a little too much, sharing fantasies in hushes whispers when you were supposed to be asleep. . 

minho clicks his tongue and presses himself up behind you, still fully clothed even though his dick was rock hard in his jeans. he places his hands on your hips and pushes you into chan, driving his cock deep into you. you collapse against chan’s chest, a surprised yelp leaving you at the unexpected fullness. chan echoes you, burying his face into your neck with a shudder. 

“tease me again and see what i’ll do,” he says darkly, hands still in a death grip on your waist. you take his threat for what it is, knowing that he would follow through with his words, and you start grinding into chan in slow circles. his hands circle your waist, fingers tangled with minho as they let you set the pace. 

“please,” chan whimpers, his breath tickling your neck. you want to tease him so badly, but how could you when he asked so politely? you shift your knees further onto the couch, gaining leverage so you could lift your hips higher up. you drop back down onto him and you both moan in unison. 

you lift back up and drop down, again and again and again, finding a rhythm that fits both of you perfectly. it’s like a dance, moves that feel practiced and eased, spurred on by minho’s soft whispered praises towards the both of you. the video playing on the tv had reached its end, and every sound coming from you was heightened. 

“what a pretty show, all for me,” minho moves away and finally takes his cock out of his jeans, fisting it and immediately starting to stroke himself off at a fast pace. you can’t see him, you miss the warmth of him against your back, but chan can’t take his eyes off of him, transfixed by the sight of his best friend jerking himself off to him and you as you’re bouncing on top of him. 

you’re shaking apart on top of chan before you realize it, orgasm taking over you as you continue to ride him. you clench around him hard, and he’s spilling into you a second later, jerky little thrusts shaking your body on top of his. minho curses as he comes a moment later, too keyed up to extend his pleasure for long. this wasn’t about him anyways; at least, not this time. 

you lift off of chan with a hiss, sending him a look of sympathy when he shivers in overstimulation. you don’t make it far, pulling him down to lay against you, your back pressed up against his front. both of your pants are still halfway off, but you can’t be bothered to care right now - you’re utterly exhausted, even from just one orgasm. 

the both of you barely register minho draping a blanket over you before settling on the floor in front of you, leaning his head on the couch right by where chan’s hands were around your stomach. it’s so domestic, the three of you drifting towards one another so naturally that it just feels right. later, you’d get up and eat the now-cold dinner minho had painstakingly prepared, but for now you were content to lay in comfortable quiet.

“wait,” chan breaks the silence, and you have to resist the urge to groan at him. “how did you know that i watched it? what if the storage really was just full?”

“please, you’re too obvious,” minho teases, voice soft and drowsy, and you can hear the smile in it. “plus, you were watching it in the dorms, idiot. you’re lucky it wasn’t jeongin that caught you.”

--

kinktober masterlist

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #bang chan smut #bang chan imagines #minchan #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader