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jisooupssss · 5 months

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Plot: you being the best girlfriend ^^

Warnings: None

Pairing: OT13 x Reader

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AN: I’m so glad I finally came up with an idea I was about to be gone for like ten days😭😭

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Seungcheol: Kissing his dimples. It just became an habit one day, one day you were laying down together you told him to smile and kissed his dimple. So now when he smiles he expects an kiss on his cheek it gets him all shy and giggly it’s so cute

Jeonghan: Teasing him back. It makes him freeze up and stand/sit there in shock with his mouth half open. Tries to tease you again only for you to make another comeback. Turns away so you can’t see his cheeks turn pink only for you to plant an kiss on them

Joshua: Being an gentleman/women to him. like you would tell him to stay in the car and run to the other side and open the door for him. He would be caught off guard but laughs it off as if you don’t notice the heat rising to his cheeks smiling to yourself

Jun: Letting him ramble. Like he will be so focused on his topic then he starts paying attention to you. Seeing how your eyes lightly lit up looking like you have small stars on your eyes, and that soft smile he loves on your face. He then apologize for talking to much but you reassure him that it’s okay he gets all giggle and buries his head in your neck getting shy

Hoshi: Being apart of his Horanghae gang. Like you were apart of it when y’all first started dating you had no choice. But just knowing you accept his for his tiger-I’m sorry my mind was in a goofy mood

Buying him tiger print things. Knowing how much he love tigers you need to buy him tiger related things. It gets him all warm and cozy and any positive thing you can think of inside

Wonwoo: Reading with him. It brings him so much comfort and being with you in comfortable silence makes him warm inside. He loves the feel of being with you at those type of moments any moment’s really but those moments and very special to him

Woozi: Being in his studio with him. It gives him so much more motivation and puts him to harder work. He also loves when you tell him things like he’s doing great or the beat hi made so sound awesome and amazing and that good stuff. Your what keeps him going

DK: Being weird and silly with him. He loves that you don’t think of him differently when he starts randomly doing the most outrageous things instead you join him. He loves when you start doing silly stuff out of nowhere it makes him pull you close to him and just give you as many kisses he desires while giggling

Minghao: Complimenting his paintings. It gives him a little confidence boost. He asks if you won’t to learn how to paint some day and when that day came it didn’t go so well but hey…at least you tried. Giving you a long passionate kiss and thanking you for the compliment OMG I LOVE THIS MAN BRO

Mingyu: Not getting mad at him for his clumsyness. He has officially earned the nickname ‘clumsy’ from you(like the guy from Smurfs) not just because he’s clumsy but you find it cute. But he break something that he know would make you mad, would you tell right away but you can’t get mad not with how his eyes are starting to look like puddles of rain so you just kiss his nose and hug him and tell him it’s ok

Seungkwan: Gossiping with him. Like when you comeback from work you already you both have some boiling hot tea that’s ready to spill. Sometimes set up snacks and drinks because of how long it takes for you both to be done. Sometimes fall asleep talking without realizing you guys might talk in your sleep

Vernon: You randomly saying anything. Like you can be like “what if the sun just exploded right now” he would be like “we die” because he’s just so used you blurting anything out is the most randomness times. Sometimes it catches him very off guard he can’t think so you have to tap him a few times to make him come back to earth

Dino: letting him hold you in his arms. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you from anything out there even just thin air. He holds you so tight like he’s afraid if he let go you’ll just turn into dust and get blown away but the cool breeze. Loves to hold to hold you when y’all first wake up gives you little forehead kiss as time goes by

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AN: THANK YOU GUY FOR ALL THE LIKES ON MY MINGYU POST ILYYYYYSM😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰

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thedeior · 2 months

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#seventeen #svt #mingyu #the8 #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #hoshi #say the name seventeen #wonwoo

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babyitalianstay · 2 months

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#kpop #fan edit #tiktok #fanmade #seventeen ot13 #seventeen edits #going seventeen #seventeen #seventeen carat #scoups #svt scoups #svt leader #svt #say the name seventeen

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seventhcallisto · 6 months

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HIS COLOGNE.

— seventeen(ot13) x reader. idol!seventeen x non idol! reader. soulmate(s) au. polyamorous.

His hand is soft against the mid of your back. He's not shy when he presses his fingers closer to the slight opening that drops all the way down to your tailbone. His hands are warm and strong, and his grip rests so surely against you that you shiver just slightly as you breathe. You hear the ruffling of clothing, but when you turn around, a suit jacket is presented to you proudly. "Here, put this on," a whisper to your left ear says, hands sliding it over your goosebumped shoulders. You're only able to mumble a quiet 'thank you' when you realize. the jacket smells so intoxicating, suffocating your senses. You didn't know cologne could smell this good.

A/n+cw+tags: sorry but this fic kinda has a/b/o themes.. ex; marks(soul marks), heightened smells of each other(enhances the attraction), protectivness, possessiveness, sexual tension... kinda has a bunch of a/b/o themes without the a/b/o yknow. Sorry yall this is so self indulgent. Some world building. Kinda ooc for everyone involved but no one knows them like they know themselves. Mature themes ofc. Smut. Fluff. Angst. All that jazz.

All the content in this story is fictitious. This is an original work of fiction made by seventhcallisto. Do not steal, copy, or plagiarize my works.

Prologue. — ♡

Chapter ⅰ

Chapter ⅱ —

Chapter ⅲ —

Chapter ⅳ —

Chapter ⅴ —

To Be Continued.

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00angelyoon · 8 months

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- ☆ angel of the night

𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆- 𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

“너를 품은 달”

“𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.”

☆ “𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼.”

☆ featuring: husband jeonghan x afab reader.

☆ tags: est. relationship, newly weds, smut and fluff.

☆ notes: reader is whipped for jeonghan but i mean who wouldn’t be ?this my first smut ever.

☆ warnings: petnames (darling, baby, pretty, pretty girl and angel) mean dom!jeonghan sub!reader degradation also slight praise kink multiple orgasms fem receiving! oral fem receiving fingering lingerie swearing teasing fluff towards the end mentions of food at the end, newlywed jeonghan x reader and they’re in london not proof read intentional lowercase porn with barely there plot.

mdni!

you’re jacket was practically useless to the numbing cold but you were so drunk on love you couldn’t feel anything. the smell of cigarettes and fresh coffee suffocating the air. and the talk of others but you knew the only thing you can hear was jeonghan’ charming voice the only thing you could smell was his versace eros cologne the only thing you saw was his angelic features the only thing you craved was his soft bewitching lips only him, only jeonghan.

he was a

𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

Truly he was, most definitely.

“are you cold darling.” jeonghan whispered to you almost seductively or you were just too unbearably horny for this man that practically anything he did turned you on, “no, not at all.” It wasn’t a lie how could you focus on anything other than yoon jeonghan the man that you miraculously just married.

”you’re lying through your teeth.” He chuckled gently the sound made your heart compresses so tightly it hurts, he shuffled across the bus bench to sit more comfortably “come here.” he pulled you to his chest “you know you can tell me if your uncomfortable your not a burden.” “hope you know that baby.” He cooed “could never be.” He kissed your forehead then moving his head slightly to look at you “ever.” he reinstated.

“you’re bewitching me it has to be illegal.” “has to.” he laughed so gently it was killing you “really i’am?” you hummed in response “wow really.” he reiterated while nodding his head twice “how long till the bus?” He turned his head and looked at the led display of the time of the busses “its says due.” he says calmly you hummed in response and got up.

“finally get to get out of this cold.” he says you only nodded at him because you couldn’t bring yourself to speak you were too overwhelmed by your happiness, you got your prince charming your happy ending. you stepped on the bus you both tapped your cards you sat on top of this double decker bus it was packed you sat in the back of the bus together next to each other your white dress was covered in water in a pitter patter pattern you rested your head on his shoulder and looked outside at the window.

he turned his head to look at you “were here baby.” he sighed, you wondered how could you be pretty if he was right there you barely even remember what happened it felt like a fever dream but the next thing you know is your lying on top of the hotel bed like prey in only a negligee while jeonghan stared at you with hooded eyes full o lust but laced with love and appreciation “my pretty you’ve been ignoring me the whole time on the bus.” “why?” he cooed kissing the side of your neck “don’t think you deserve to touch me.” he sighed

“was planning on rewarding you but you’ve been so bad to me.” he whispered so adorably while sloppily kissing your abdomen like he just had to “see you still are.” he pouted so adorably “jeonghan.” you moaned as he slowly flicked your clothed clit “m’so sorry.” he chuckled “are you really?” he questioned “i’am.” “you know i’am” he then removed the piece of soaked fabric. you groaned at the feeling of the cold air hitting your burning cunt he then removed the negligee and your bra the air hitting your tits. you screamed out in pleasure when he licked the first fat stripe of your wet pussy “you like that huh?” “such a whore for me.” he chuckled “i’m so lucky aren’t I” your breathing echoed throughout the room you arched your back, grabbing the sheets, when he added 2 fingers you were full on riding his face with no shame thats what he did to you, he thought you looked so pretty like this. he was whispering something about he can’t believe your his, only his and how he could die in between your thighs.

he started to twist your hardened nipples

you felt a knot forming in your abdomen it was begging for release “m’gonna cum.” “then do it .” “cum for me.” he then brought up his head to attach your mouth to another wet needy desperate kiss.

that was all it took you hit a mind blowing high he was lapping at your juices full on making out with your cunt it was so hot. he came up to kiss your temple “jeong.” “han.” you sighed all you could think about was him splitting you open with his fat cock, “need you so so bad right now.” you sighed in pleasure “what do you mean pretty girl i’m right here.” he chuckled, the tightening in your chest returning but being over shadowed because of your insatiable lust for jeonghan.

“I want you to fuck me and you know it.” you bit back he sighed “I’d suggest you cut the attitude if you want me to fuck you like a bitch in heat .” whispering in your ear biting your earlobe you don’t know what it is but that traveled straight to your core you bit your lip and whispered back into his ear “please cant take anymore of the teasing.”

he sighed and swiftly removed his clothes climbing on top of you alining his tip with your entrance you were so wet that it was so easy for him to enter. he immediately started thrusting into you your back arched in pleasure your eyes fluttered close overwhelmed with the pleasure, “open.” he groaned so obviously satisfied it made you beam with happiness “your eyes.” he grabbed your chin and made you look at him “so so pretty aren’t you.” he continued “such warm tight cunt, fucking perfect for me.” he groaned in a raspy way it was so sexy, you were so close.

you could understand from his strangled moans and erotic now uncoordinated thrusts, it was so messy but felt so good, he kept hitting the right spot again and again, he was as close as you were. you started rubbing your swollen clit, he took your hand and replaced it with his much more slender leaner ones he was so much better “m’so close jeong.”

“han.” he started to kiss your tits it felt so unbelievably good, “then cum, cum all over my cock.” he pulled the hair out of your face, “to show that your sorry.” he kissed your nose “do it.”

he started thrusting into your g-spot repeatedly. you felt your high coming he thrusted on more time and it happened you had the most mind fucking blowing orgasm ever, you clutched onto his shoulder.

he thrusted and kissed you so sweetly to help you ride your high. he came seconds after “𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” jeonghan panted “so gorgeous.” he kissed you now more softly now “aren’t you.” he pecked both of your nipples gently “𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.” he insisted “come on.” he sighed “didn’t forgive you, just for you to ignore me again.” he slowly removed himself from you. little did he know your mind was still hazy and your tongue forget everything except his name.

“jeonghan.” you pant out lazily

“𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹.”

that was all you were able to spit out. jeonghan stood up and went to the bathroom and brought out a towel and started cleaning you up.

you snuggled into his chest when he slept next to you, he brought his arms around you and pulled you into an embrace “what do you want to eat.” he hummed afterwards “how bout pasta.” you suggest “sounds good.” jeonghan agrees.

his eros cologne still clouding your smell he is always clouding your senses.

“𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼.” you command

“𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.” he reiterates

that was better than a thousand unsaid “𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”𝘴

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dosa-sambhar · 10 months

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Another episode of the Seventeen's Gose editors being iconic

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cherries-jubileee · 4 months

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loose laced and camera ready

pairing : choi seungcheol x stylist!reader

summary : trying to be professional while working with a long-distance partner can be difficult under the best conditions; the situation changes a little when your partner happens to be the choi seungcheol

cw : suggestive language/actions, idiots in love, long-distance relationships, reader is a stylist for marie claire magazine, reader and coups don't know how to act in public, jubilee has no idea how magazine photoshoots work cheers

wc : 2.2k

choi seungcheol was going to be the death of you.

the feelings you were trying to wrestle with were new as of that morning; you were absolutely over the moon when cheol told you that he was going to be shooting for marie claire at the studio you worked for, after not seeing him for months. going long-distance had been a decision you made mutually, between his hectic schedule and your hesitation at passing up a job opportunity so good despite it being in another country, but that didn’t mean you liked it. if anything, you despised being away from cheol; you hated that there was only a few hours within the day that you were both free to talk if you both had the time; hated that the time difference between you was still so disorienting after two and a half years; you especially hated it when he insisted on video-calling you despite being exhausted from work, forcing himself to stay awake for even just a few minutes to look at your face.

you’d always tell him right away to go to bed, and he’d always give you that sappy, tired smile, before eventually caving with no real fuss. honestly, if it wasn’t for cheol insisting you take the job, you probably would have refused just to avoid the stress of an overseas relationship.

and yet, here he is now, not fifteen feet away, standing there in an outfit you styled for him, practically glowing because for once – for once, maybe the only time ever – the makeup artist did him up right, and you’re standing there like a fool, staring. the corset fits him so well, sits snug against the outline of his body – when was the last time you’d seen him from the shoulders down? three months? four? even before that, maybe, when they were still in the beginning stages of preparing for their comeback?

do you think he’d sign your album if you brought it to him? you picked it up from the post office earlier that morning – it doesn't matter that he’d sent it already signed, right?

fuck. breathe.

you’re trying, really – and yet, breathing is easier said than done, however, when seungcheol finally glances your way, away from the crowd of hairstylists and coordinators surrounding him and fidgeting with his clothes, and offers you a warm, giddy smile that says i love you, i miss you in every language you know. your heart does something in your chest that you aren’t quite sure is healthy, and you press your lips together, trying very hard not to giggle and blush like a high schooler with a crush.

it seems like an impossible feat to approach him, and you wonder briefly if even being in the same room as him meant everyone knew about your relationship, but at the end of the day, you were the main stylist for this photoshoot – it was your job to make sure he looked good. you always tried to be so meticulous at your job, and you’d never before shied away from getting a little personal with other models; realistically, it shouldn’t be any different now. all of your assistants had already finished fiddling with his outfit, there was only you left to give the all clear for the shoot to continue.

there’s only a few moments when there’s some semblance of silence as you cross the floor to stand in front of him, reaching up to adjust the knot of his tie. without you having to say a word, seungcheol tilts his chin up ever so slightly, exposing the column of his throat so you can fix the placement of his collar – you question your own faith in your resolve for the nth time in the same hour, but fumbling in front of cheol would be infinitely more embarrassing than anything else in the universe. you have to pull through, if only for your own dignity.

it fits so snug against his neck, your fingers brushing against the warm, smooth expanse of skin with every miniscule movement. though you try your best not to stare too hard at him – try being the operative term – you can’t help the way your eyes zero in on his throat, watching the way his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. you can feel his heart beating furiously as your thumb rests against his carotid artery; cheol looks as if he’s trying not to breathe too deeply, and you’re sure you aren’t doing much better than him. still, it’s nice to know he’s just as nervous as you are, if not more.

it isn’t long before you’re satisfied with the look of his collar, though you continue to fuss over it just to draw out this interaction together. “i’m going to adjust the placement of the corset next,” you say, just as much for your sake as it is for his. maybe you aren’t mentally prepared to be placing your hands on him in such an intimate way – least of all in public – a fact that still doesn’t stop you when seungcheol nods infinitesimally in your direction, and it’s such a small motion that you almost don’t register it in your mind.

your hands tremble a little bit, two fingers on both hands tucked between the soft, white button-up and the dense fabric of the corset. his chest expands faintly beneath your fingers – now you’re sure he’s holding his breath. calming your nerves is at the forefront of your mind, and even though you’re sure it’s not going to work, you still tell yourself ‘you’re just the stylist that’s clocked in for this shoot, it’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything.’

the last part has you fighting for your life to suppress a panicked smile. you really aren’t prepared to be doing this, at all.

what do they always say about relationships? absence makes the heart grow fonder?

“how’s the fit?” you manage to ask, voice soft, too afraid of drawing attention to the two of you to chance anything above a whisper, “it’s not too tight, is it?” asking such a question is inconsequential at best, because you already know the answer; you were the one to tailor all the outfits, after all, and you would have bet the house if it were ever up for debate that you somehow managed to get seungcheol’s measurements wrong – especially when he was your mannequin for the two years you were dating him while you were still in design school.

it’s still a relief to see that miniscule shake of his head, to hear the thoughtful hum that comes with it. “it’s perfect,” he murmurs, and you wonder if it would be too weird if you had to take a lap around the studio before finishing up. you’re suddenly very aware – and very thankful – of the fact that nobody else is touching cheol now; you don’t exactly want anyone else putting their hands on him when he looks good enough to devour. you don’t want to be labeled as the jealous girlfriend – your relationship isn’t even public – but you can’t help but think that you’d try to throw someone out of a window if they got cozy with him right now.

this contact alone isn’t enough for you. you wish you could drag him back to his dressing room, lock the door or have cheol shove you up against it and have you in a way you could never confess in church. it’s been so long since you’ve seen him in person, and you think he’s been going to the gym more since then; you’d like to test that theory, if you could. and yet you still have to wonder if your job would be worth twenty minutes of bliss, because it’s too much to ask for half an hour instead.

as much as you’d like to stay standing like this forever, trading knowing glances with cheol and studying the more subtle details of his person with your hands alone. you want to tell him everything that’s happened since the last time you two had the chance to speak – you especially want to tell the story of how you almost got on your hands and knees and begged your boss to give you this shift, nearly fought off half of your department for it. except you know that this entire photoshoot is still on a time limit, and you’d like to not be known as a stylist who can’t keep their hands to themselves.

so you let go, as herculean as that feat is, and pat your hands awkwardly on your shirt.

“just let me know if you have any trouble with the corset,” you tell him, eyeing the black fabric warily, “if it’s too tight, i can rebutton it right now.”

cheol smiles. there are butterflies battering against your ribcage. “it’s perfect,” he says again, “you did a good job. thank you.”

if you weren’t flustered before, you’re sure you look seconds away from hysterical now.

“i swear, i’m never working with you ever again.”

“oh, come on! i was just as nervous as you were!”

you sip the beer clenched in your hand, fixing cheol with a moody stare over the grill between you. in exchange, you receive a very familiar pout and a set of glossy, pleading eyes that make you unsure of why you were ever upset – fake irritation or not – in the first place.

truthfully, you hadn’t been expecting more time with cheol after the photoshoot. you knew he had a busy schedule, that he would probably have to fly back to korea immediately after, and you had accepted that and tried to make the most of what little time and privacy you had with him. even just seeing him did wonders for you and your waning morale.

so having him show up at your door just as the sun began to set, clad in a comfortable set of clothes and a conspicuous blaze-orange beanie, claiming that he was taking you to dinner, was almost more than your poor heart could take.

“i know,” you grumble, watching him tend to the grill, resting your head on your hand, “i’m just embarrassed. i swear i thought i was going to have a stroke.”

“you were blushing that hard just from seeing me?” you don’t have to look up to see cheol’s teasing grin reflected on your eyelids, “aww, princess, you could have told me you missed me that much. i would have bought you a plane ticket. you could have come home for a few days.”

it’s your turn to pout now – though it doesn’t have the same immediate effect that cheol’s does. “neither of us has enough time for that,” you mumble, watching as your boyfriend starts piling thin cuts of beef onto a plate, reaching over the grill to pass it to you. this restaurant is one of your favorites in the city, but the wait-list is long and just paying for one person costs more than you can afford on your current salary. you never go – not without good reason, which comes few and far between.

cheol knows this, you know he does. it’s the whole reason he brought you here specifically, when there are a dozen restaurants closer to your apartment than this one. you’ll have to think of some way to thank him for this.

“i would have made time,” he tells you, “i can always make time. the universe doesn’t revolve around when the next album is coming out.” and he sounds so sure of that statement that you can’t find it in yourself to refute him.

maybe because you know it’s true – very little will stop seungcheol when he’s set his mind to it.

so instead of arguing, you say, “i know,” and busy your hands with sauces and side dishes. “i know but, you know, it’s not much longer until my contract ends.”

cheol nods, ever understanding.

“and six months really isn’t a long time when you think about it. i mean, it’s half a year, which sounds like a long time, but after that it’ll be over, and i’ll be on the first flight back home.”

“and then you’ll be working with us. now that i’m thinking about it, chan has been asking when his ‘stylist noona’ is going to be coming back.”

a smile spreads across your lips. “i miss them too. i miss you, mostly. i don’t know how i did this while i was in university. living alone in a foreign country is…it’s not pleasant.”

cheol reaches over the grill for him, and you meet him halfway, as he clasps your hand gently in his. there’s a twinge in your stomach when you don’t instantly recognise the planes of his palm with your fingers; there are calluses there that you don’t remember, and it pains you sincerely that you don’t yet have enough time to memorize them again.

“six months,” he repeats back, leveling you with a familiar, loving smile, “that’s it. we can do six more months.”

you think, while your fingers trace delicately over his nails and your anxieties melt into the floor, that you believe him.

#jubilee.txt #seventeen #svt #scoups #choi seungcheol #choi seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #remember that marie claire photoshoot scoups did #blonde corset scoups moment #literally have not stopped thinking about it since then #say the name seventeen

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steadypandaperson · 11 days

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SEVENTEEN RIGHT HERE

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talkingsaxy · 12 days

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SEVENTEEN S.COUPS

please don't repost, requests open!

#kpop moodboard #kpop icons #kpopccc #scoups #choi seungcheol #seungcheol #svt #say the name seventeen #seventeen #seventeen moodboard #scoups moodboard

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0nlyjinri · 5 months

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Hey hey, how are you? :)

I really enjoy and love your Moodboards! <3

Can you do a The8 moodboard? :)

📨 𝗠𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 : Hii! Im fine, hbuu?? Tysmm^^ Here's your request!! I hope you like it!! (If u don't like it I can do it again^^)

Btw pls repost and like🥹💞

❝𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼 🪪❞

𝗡𝖺𝗆𝘦 : The8/Minghao ( SEVENTEEN )

𝗗𝖺𝗍𝘦 : 7 December 2023

#minghao #the8 #say the name seventeen #kpop #kpop aesthetic #kpop icons #kpop moodboard #kpop edits #fyp #kpop boys #moodboard #caratblr #carat #seventeen #like #follow

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danceyreagan · 3 months

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CALLING ALL BLACK KPOP WRITERS!!!

Im calling on our community to help me find some Seventeen fanfics by black writers. Im a fairly new Carat (6 months) and Ive been sort of looking around but I haven’t found much and I know we exist.

Please signal boost this, tag yourselves, add you fic recs or your own work, and so on.

Feel free to talk to me about your Bias, and so on.

I wanna shout out to

@panjakes and @sugarbaybeetexts they are dope and should get recognition.

My bias line is

S. Coups

Wonwoo

Seungkwan

Jeonghan

Woozi

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jisooupssss · 3 months

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hiiii!!! i love so so much your works, i would like to ask an ot13 x reader meeting for the first time??☹️ just if you get the inspiration and you like the idea<3

Heyyy!!! So I couldn’t do them all together because it was an STRUGGLE and I found separately way more easier so I’m very very sorry 😞 😞 and sorry for late response I have a lot of school work to catch up on and I hope your okay with just the 95 line I’m so sorry I couldn’t do all thirteen

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Plot: 95 line meets reader for the first time

Warnings: None

Pairing: Non idol-95’ Line x Reader

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Seungcheol- When he first saw you it was only supposed to be a quick glance but he just couldn’t look away. But when you felt an pair of eyes on you, you decided to look up and his life flashed before his eyes. He waved hoping you don’t find him weird after getting caught staring but little did he know that you saw him first and was staring as he was walking into the restaurant. By the time you were leaving he was already out the door and when he saw you he decided, he wanted to start and small talk and ask for your number.

Jeonghan- You had bumped into him not paying attention texting an friend and made him spill his coffee. And in panic ofc you offered to buy him a new shirt and more coffee. He said it wasn’t an big deal and and used the napkin he got with his coffee to get some of it off his shirt. He looked up and smiled and started to try to calm you seeing you panic. He found you cute the you stumbled over your words because your worried, the face you made when you bumped into him. He just couldn’t take his eyes off you at the moment

Joshua- Your Brother brought his best friend over for the first time. You Heard an knock on the door and opened it. To be faceto face with his best friend. You were caught off guard and started staring a little before your brother pushed out the way. Later on that day you were sitting on the couch minding your business watching tv. When Joshua came and sat beside you and introduced himself and you introduced yourself back and apologized for staring at him. You guys had an amazing short conversation and started to become closer by second. By time he was leaving he gave you his number in hopes of seeing you again.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #fluff #seventeen #seventeen reactions #say the name seventeen

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thedeior · 1 month

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vernon taking a picture with a cow

#vernon #seventeen #gose #svt vernon #say the name seventeen

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babyitalianstay · 2 months

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#kpop #fan edit #tiktok #fanmade #seventeen carat #say the name seventeen #seventeen edits #rap line #svt #carat #scoups #mingyu #wonwoo #vernon

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seventhcallisto · 6 months

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Prologue.

—His Cologne.

It's said there is nothing truly perfect in this world. Yet the thought of two people coming together and finally tying the bond is considered so. It took you by surprise. Truly, was that really the most perfect thing?

When two (or more) people get together. And their bonds glow. It's perfect, and they live happily ever after. The end. But it is never really the end. You grew up with two of the most proclaimed and promising soulmates. Childhood friends from a run-down neighborhood. Being mischievous and biding time skipping school. Tied by time. Yeah, pretty perfect.

But as they grew, they dabbled in things they still have yet to tell you. (You have a clue) And began getting into terrible relationships. When they finally reconnected, they noticed the marks on their wrists glowed a beautiful violet. For a while they were content, quietly living for months. During that time you were conceived. After a while they met their third and final soulmate. mere months passed, they were worse together than they were apart.

Three young souls were burdened by the world of men and women who tore their innocent hearts and made them ruthless and savage. You'd wake up most days to screaming and yelling. Fighting and crying. Makeup breakfast and all three of them pretending to sweep it under the rug. Like clockwork. You wondered if it was just your soulmate parents. Or maybe it was an occurrence for other people. You didn't know. Sometimes, when they fought, and you'd cover your ears and pretend they didn't. You wished they had never met.

But the thought made you feel terrible. How could you wish something like that? How could you wish to tear people apart from each other; or their destined person? It turned your stomach. You cried yourself to sleep most nights they fought, not because they were fighting. But because you wished they had met different people, had different soulmates, or even.. didn't have a soul bond at all. Even going as far as to curse whoever made the marks. Truly why would God-knows-what put three mentally unstable and unwilling people together when they can't even cope around each other? You didn't get it, you would never get it.

It was a hot June day, you stepped into the house after school. Tired from the walk in the heat. You step into the hallway and then. You think. Yeah. It was then you were determined to never want a soul bond. You overhear your father. He who was the last one to be welcomed in the bond. He's hushed on the phone. His sobs pull your heart apart, he confides in your aunt. He cries through his words. He tells her 'i feels unloved, unwanted' 'i feel like a third wheel' and he doesn't know what to do about it. You hear your aunt on the other line, you can hear her worried voice and tone. He said he tried for years to fit in, but he'll never feel as close as his other partners who grew up with each other.

He doesn't even know if your two biological parents even genuinely love him. He doesn't know if he can find it in himself to even love you. The child he raised alongside his partners. His supposed soulmates. You, the kid of those two people- remind him everyday, that he's an outsider. That you'll never truly be his kid, but the kid of two people he desperately wants to love him back the way he wants. You don't eavesdrop anymore. You don't eat dinner that night. You don't even wail like you should. You're numb. Your head meets your pillow as you drift into thoughtless summer.

You don't believe in soul marks, you don't believe in the fact someone can love someone because a bodily detail told them so. No. You don't. You don't want a soulmate and you don't want a mark.

Your eighteenth birthday rolls around. Still no soulmate marks. 'You're a late bloomer,' everyone tells you. You could care less. You're ecstatic at not having one. Your birthday party ends in your parents fighting. Something you're used to by then. you're moving out sooner than a month later. Biding farewell to your run-down neighborhood and childhood friends, some of whom have their soul partners hanging off their arms. Every glance you make at their soul bonds makes you queasy. Deep down your gut, still twists at the thought of it somehow appearing. A sudden bloom of a mark catching you off guard. You shake those thoughts away.

Your new apartment is centered in the city, even though you aren't a big fan. Anything to get away is fine with you. It's small, homily, with good lighting and a small balcony that you spend most nights reading by. Your bedroom is not even two steps away from the kitchen. You can't complain though. It's mostly modern for the price you're renting it at.

You're more than settled when it's three and a half years later. You've just earned a promotion at your job. Your passion for graphic design really blossomed into what you wish it would. You find yourself becoming satisfied with the way your life is. Maybe a pet would make it better?

You've thought about it most days. You slip into the bathroom, brushing your teeth. You don't mind your reflection. You know what you're gonna see when you look up. It's warm enough to wear spring clothing. A long dreadful winter has passed once again. You spit the remaining toothpaste and wash it down with some mouthwash. You know every nook and cranny of your small apartment. Finding your dresser and pulling clothing out.

Before you shimmy it on. You're looking in your reflection. Your heart drops. A single mark on your left shoulder. A mark in the shape of a rose. You're out of breath as you scrub and scrub. All you leave behind is a red mark. You cry silently to yourself all day. The city lights glimmer and shine upon your tears on the balcony. Your pants ride up your calves. You haven't gotten dressed since earlier that day, a loose hoodie and a plain pair of grey sweats you threw on frantically to cover up. of course, on your day off, you get this terrible news.

It was so rare that someone wouldn't have a soul mark. Deep down, you prayed you would be a part of those rare people. How silly of you to hope you'd be spared from this. You're mindlessly scratching your ankle, tracing a pattern. For some reason, your head drops down to look at what you're doing. A gasp gets caught in your throat.

There on the curve of your left ankle that's propped up on the chair with you: is another mark. The infinity symbol with two dots on each side. You pull away like it burned you, foot slamming onto the concrete beneath you. You're rushing into the apartment like you can run away from it. Slamming your sliding door behind you. You're striping off your clothes frantically, only left in your undergarments. Not soon after you stand bare in front of your mirror. Tears welling up in your eyes.

There are four more symbols you can spot immediately. 3. in the center valley of your breasts, it mimics a tattoo. it's the arrow of a bow. 4. Another on the front of your right hip is a seventeen percent full waxing cresent moon. The rest is filled in with black to simulate the shadow. 5. flushed on the front view of your left hip, four distinct fingerprints, they connect like constellations, short bursts of lines. It's curved to mimic where a hand would press flat.

6. On your stomach, right below your belly button. A tiny figure of a man lays on his palms, he's no bigger than an inch. He's etched out like a sketch. His features are small but extremely detailed. His torso is bare, showing off his lean muscles, his hair fluffy, and it pools around to caress his blurred face. His left leg is tucked under his extended right that drips off like it's plunged into a body of water that creates ripples. Across his lap is a blanket. 7... seven? You take a sharp breath. It's brand new. It wasn't there a second ago. How'd you miss it?

The seventh mark is on your left thigh, it's a twisted branch that flowers hang from, there's no color but if there was; red would be the color of every pedal, it almost covers the whole front of your thigh. You pray that's it. You pray there's no more. You turn around to check the rest of your body, oh no. Just your luck. When you pull your hair over, you catch sight of the 8th soul mark. A dragon, how silly. But it's just a dragon, wings spread wide and it crawls up the length of your neck. Barely out of view, hidden by your hair or clothes when you wear some, an inch and a half at most. Next, 9th. A butterfly thats missing a corner of its wing, Nestled on your left shoulder hanging to a flower. 10th. An outline of a tiger ready to strike right between your shoulder blades.

11th. Your collarbone, new and appearing before your eyes. An acurate black hole swirls right where your collarbone would be/is. 12. A shooting star, its on your right wrist. 13. A goldfish on your left wrist, swimming in a circle. 13...

You're a wreck. You counted 13. Thirteen marks. Soul marks. Soulmates. You have thirteen. What kind of sick joke could this be on you. When you finished counting you threw a fit for the first time in your life. Even when you were a kid, you were never fussy. How the tables turn. Hyperventilating and kicking anything closest to you. You acted out to gain any sense of control. By the time you were done screaming at the world, towards the sky, and whoever above. You fell into a heap on the floor. Tears streamed. And streamed. And streamed.. until you couldn't cry.

You got dressed, made yourself comfortable, all silently. Then went to bed.

Your neighbors weren't very happy. Actually- they're nice people, almost called the cops though at your outburst. 'I'm fine, really. I thought I saw a roach,' you joked. Not a roach, but the feeling of thirteen marks on you made you feel uncomfortable with yourself as if there really was one. The week following was the lowest in your life. You did enough research to kill an interviewer. Soulmates dont really have divorce. But you can remove a soul mark, If you do, it will hurt. Forever, actually. You'll always feel empty. And lonely without your soulmate, under the wiki is a soulmates therapy helpline. Slapped into your face in bold red letters.

God. Your head hurts. Last week made you feel like you were on a roller coaster. You're all out of excuses that allow you not to attend anything. You need time to think about what you're gonna do, how you're gonna avoid this. No way are you gonna bunker down with thirteen people, and somehow find a middle ground and live happily ever after. You don't usually run away from your problems.. but maybe this time, you can get away with it.

Your name is called, and you blink back into reality. "Yes?" You respond, glancing up at your boss. "We're gonna go grab some dinner. Do you wanna come?" She smiles, Eunha is on the older side. Her smile lines are beautiful, and her clothing always fits perfectly. "Sure, let me grab my bag." You smile politely. Food has surely gotta get your mind off this. Even for a moment.

The restaurant is bustling with life. Everyone from every office has a table, smacking of lips and laughter rings out. Clinks of glass surround you. You find yourself in the center of it all. Yet you can't help but feel farthest away. Your fingers pull at a loose thread on your blouse. To avoid suspicion, you converse as much as your mind will let you. Drink as much as you can, and eat as much as you can stomach. All the while drowning in your own thoughts.

"Hey, is that your soul mark?" Taejun points out directly at the goldfish poking just under the cuff of your blouse. The hue shines brightly, almost as if a black light is on it. He's always been nosy. Yet your stomach sinks, and your smile falls away. He notices, of course. "Sorry. Touchy subject -" You're cutting him off. "I gotta go to the - the restroom," you pull away abruptly, grabbing your purse. Pushing your cuff down. You smooth your hand over it a couple of times ferociously.

You hope that glowing hue isn't what you think it is. You excuse yourself past people, moving towards the exit of the establishment. Just your luck, you bump into someone, their drink spills all over your left arm. "Sorry -" You go to apologize just as they do. Your wrist catches the corner of your eyes. The goldfish swims animated. It's so bright in such a dimly lit area. You can't hide the shine it creates. An orange glow casts off your face and the man you bump into.

Your eyes pull up like magnets to the man. His face is hidden behind a black mask, and an equally black hoodie is pulled over his head. Dark hair pools around his circular glasses. Your breath catches in your throat. He doesn't move an inch. His eyes search yours. His words are lodged in his throat. "I.." he speaks first.

"Wonwoo!" Dokyeom calls for his friend, his soul mark glows vibrantly, and he feels a connective pull to the brunette man. Wonwoos eyes pull from yours, glancing to his younger member.

You take the opportunity. It takes every ounce of strength to pull yourself away from the gorgeous man. You feel like Cinderella, God - why are you pulling away? You're pushing against people and finally make it out the door. "Wait!" A voice calls. A hand grips your own. The same left wrist, it glows brighter than before. The marks are connected despite you wishing they weren't.

"No!" You cry out, like it'll stop glowing. It's blinding. You feel like you can't breathe. The man from before pulls you back from the door. His eyes are squinted from how bright the connection is. People gasp and bump into each other, flash-banged by a sudden- unsee before soul flash. You wiggle out of his gasp.

Then you run, and you run. And you don't stop until you've made it all the way home. A drive that would take 10 minutes at most through the city. You block out every street lamp, every step of stairs you take, every person you bump into. You block it all out. You're running away again.

And you feel deep down that this time... it wasn't the best idea.

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00angelyoon · 8 months

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-⟡ sort of like romeo and juliet ?

(a teaser)

sorry I didn’t kiss you, i wanted to though ?

⟡ synopsis: “you love me?” you questioned “i’d be insane not to.” he replies confidently “why?” you mumble “don’t you want a perfect quiet housewife.” he chuckles softly “I don’t, i want you.”

⟡ featuring: chwe hansol x journalist afab reader

⟡ warnings: fingering, begging, praise kink i think, kind of public sex, soft dom vernon, sub reader, (angst, sexism and misogyny not in this teaser) kissing, swearing, petnames (pretty, pretty girl, good girl, sweetie and sweetheart), this fic takes place in the 70’s, big dick energy from hansol and intentional lowercase.

⟡ tags: coworkers to lovers, seventies, smut, fluff, angst, non idol au (18+).

⟡ notes: i really love this theme, saw this pic of hansol and i just clicked, i really didn’t want to say bridal style. 🫶🫶🫶

mdni!

“hansol we can’t do this here.” you pull out of the sloppy kiss, you were sharing with hansol a line of saliva connected both your lips. everyone left the office a while ago but you and hansol had to finish an article together, you were from the journaling department, hansol was from the marketing department, he was supposed to help you get people to read your article but that man was so much of an endearing airhead you guys ended up drinking wine and making out after he confessed his crush on you, your not complaining though.

he was carrying you bridal style in his lean arms. he brought you to his office “there’s no security cameras in this room.” you joined your lips with him again. he smelled like coffee brewing in the morning, he tasted like the cheap red wine you both were drinking, he was so fucking enchanting.

he placed you on the desk. “you’re sure.” you questioned “you’re sure, that no one will see us.” he chuckled softly “i’m sure.” he pulled up your skirt to your hips, he pecked your lips one more time gently. he pulled off your soaked panties revealing your glistening folds, “oh pretty.” hansol whispered into your gummy walls, the praise sent blood to your head, “hansol please.” he hummed in response. he brought two of his fingers to your mouth, “open your mouth.” he commands, you open your mouth for him, he circles his fingers around your mouth “good girl.”, he took his fingers out of your mouth and moved in between your thighs.

hansol then kisses your upper thigh, “so pretty even down here.” he compliments. “hansol please.” you mumbled underneath your breath “please what?” hansol moved up to your face, “please what pretty girl.” he pushed one of his fingers up your entrance, you screamed out in pleasure “hansol.” you stutter, you don’t know if it was the pleasure you were experiencing or was it the two glasses of wine you drank, you weren’t sure.

“again.” he added his other finger “please what sweetie.” he pumped his fingers in you, you let out a soft moan “hansol, please fuck me.” you grabbed his shoulder “please.” you whispered in his ears. he laughed softly “i was planning on doing that sweetheart.”

-⟡ sort of like romeo and juliet ?

(a teaser)

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