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we would be so lost without garlic

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I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

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AAYYEEEE FREN IS BACK Y'ALL

tumblr finally fixed my account, so here's my new k-pop sideblog weee @bad-euph0ria

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reminder to:

straighten your back

go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT

go take your meds if you need to

drink some water

go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while

maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)

reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about

maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?

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but I've done nothing wrong (😏)

LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEEEEE, WHAT'D I DO TO DESERVE THISSSSSS! IT'S NOT FAIR, THIS IS TORTURE! AND ACROSS PLATFORMS TOO!! I'M BEING BULLIED RN! I AM A VICTIM!!

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who me?

DECORUM?! SANITY?! HELP???!! WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME 😭😭😭

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what was it again? chaps? ..cowboy hat?? (I sent you smth)

I told you it was coming

|| friends || l.hc (teaser)

pairing: hyuck x fem!reader

genre: "sex dream about my platonic friend", smut (not in teaser)

warning(s): profanity, cheating (?), fingering, light dom/sub action, the rest is a secret🤫

wc: 472 (teaser)(full word count tbd)

a/n: this derived from a convo I had with @thesafecafe about cowboy concepts and..well, here we are😈 the beginning of your demise is here. teehee🤭 you guys lmk if you want to be on the taglist or noottt (not proofread)

you're slightly swaying to the music, sipping on a soda, alone in the kitchen with a house full of people- which seems odd, but you'll take it at this point. you can't figure out what's going on with yourself. what's so different about tonight.

🎶you make me want to leave the one I'm with, to start a new relationship with you~🎶 

he doesn't even finish the lyrics as you whip around, looking at him in bewilderment. 

"what?" he glares at you with a similar look, "you were literally just dancing to it. what, do you not even know one of Usher's most well known masterpieces?"

you scoff and shake your head, brushing your thoughts away. "no, you dickhead, you singing the lyrics just threw me off.."

he takes a peanut from his handful of trail mix and throws a peanut at your face, "oh I'll show you a dick head." his laugh rings out before he can even complete his crude joke.

you're supposed to laugh along with him- or something, but you glance down at the front of his leather briefs, before clearing your throat and looking away.

"woah woah woah," he hops off of the counter to stand in front of you, "what the hell was that??"

you cross your arms turning away from him, "what was what?" your eyes shoot down to look again, now that he's standing, and rather close to you.

"THAT!" you look off to the side, tapping your heel as you grow anxious, but he turns you to face him by the chin, "no no mamas- you've been checking me out all night. in front of your boyfriend might I add."

you open your mouth to deny it but he shakes his head before you get the chance, "I've been a good boy staying your friend– just your friend.." you can't explain why that stung, but it did.

"but if you're gonna keep looking at me like that mama- well, that just might change tonight." 

your eyes grow wide and your eyes frantically dart everywhere but at his face, the scenarios and possibilities flooding your mind, "n-no we're-"

"Sunshine, you know I'm the one you keep telling your boyfriend not to worry about." 

you want to get mad at his matter-of-fact tone, but the fact of the matter is– he's right. 

you'd been going on and on to your boyfriend- whom you cannot seem to locate, that he had nothing to be weary of. that he was just a friend. 

you keep mulling in your head how badly you want him to touch you the way friends should not touch one another, a barely audible whimper leaving your chest.

hyuck stands in front of you, staring you down- your heels making you about eye level.

"God, how long are you going to fucking edge me?"

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Gotta get this off my chest before I go to bed.

To black women who are ALWAYS fighting against injustices , you are no one’s mule. Take a break. Step back and breathe.

Collect your thoughts feel and work through your emotions and continue with your life.

I know it sounds bad to say but it’s clear that we have to live life for ourselves.

Do so and see just how chaotic the spaces who don’t need or appreciate us become.

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|| friends || l.hc (teaser)

pairing: hyuck x fem!reader

genre: "sex dream about my platonic friend", smut (not in teaser)

warning(s): profanity, cheating (?), fingering, light dom/sub action, the rest is a secret🤫

wc: 472 (teaser)(full word count tbd)

a/n: this derived from a convo I had with @thesafecafe about cowboy concepts and..well, here we are😈 the beginning of your demise is here. teehee🤭 you guys lmk if you want to be on the taglist or noottt (not proofread)

you're slightly swaying to the music, sipping on a soda, alone in the kitchen with a house full of people- which seems odd, but you'll take it at this point. you can't figure out what's going on with yourself. what's so different about tonight.

🎶you make me want to leave the one I'm with, to start a new relationship with you~🎶 

he doesn't even finish the lyrics as you whip around, looking at him in bewilderment. 

"what?" he glares at you with a similar look, "you were literally just dancing to it. what, do you not even know one of Usher's most well known masterpieces?"

you scoff and shake your head, brushing your thoughts away. "no, you dickhead, you singing the lyrics just threw me off.."

he takes a peanut from his handful of trail mix and throws a peanut at your face, "oh I'll show you a dick head." his laugh rings out before he can even complete his crude joke.

you're supposed to laugh along with him- or something, but you glance down at the front of his leather briefs, before clearing your throat and looking away.

"woah woah woah," he hops off of the counter to stand in front of you, "what the hell was that??"

you cross your arms turning away from him, "what was what?" your eyes shoot down to look again, now that he's standing, and rather close to you.

"THAT!" you look off to the side, tapping your heel as you grow anxious, but he turns you to face him by the chin, "no no mamas- you've been checking me out all night. in front of your boyfriend might I add."

you open your mouth to deny it but he shakes his head before you get the chance, "I've been a good boy staying your friend– just your friend.." you can't explain why that stung, but it did.

"but if you're gonna keep looking at me like that mama- well, that just might change tonight." 

your eyes grow wide and your eyes frantically dart everywhere but at his face, the scenarios and possibilities flooding your mind, "n-no we're-"

"Sunshine, you know I'm the one you keep telling your boyfriend not to worry about." 

you want to get mad at his matter-of-fact tone, but the fact of the matter is– he's right. 

you'd been going on and on to your boyfriend- whom you cannot seem to locate, that he had nothing to be weary of. that he was just a friend. 

you keep mulling in your head how badly you want him to touch you the way friends should not touch one another, a barely audible whimper leaving your chest.

hyuck stands in front of you, staring you down- your heels making you about eye level.

"God, how long are you going to fucking edge me?"

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@atinystaypixie 😘

Tramp - Stamp

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yuta x chubby!reader

Synopsis: After years of silently admiring him from afar, your friends have finally convinced you to break the ice with the guy who's been the subject of your secret crush: Yuta Nakamoto, the renowned tattoo artist. His mere presence sends a wave of excitement through you...all of you. luckily you happen to have a particular design in mind—a tramp stamp—that you've been itching to get inked onto your skin.

WARNING: Smut, unprotected p in v ( use protection kids), choking, spitting, hair pulling, mirrors (hehe), crying, begging, needles, smoking, Yuta is mean but sweet (lol), READER IS CHUBBY!! stretch marks, love handles, back rolls, stomach rolls etc. (if you don't like it, don't read it), Reader calls Yuta "Daddy", Yuta calls reader "bunny".

A/N: I have nothing against lower back tattoos or tramp stamps. I plan to get one myself actually. however, the term tramp stamp will have a different meaning in this fic.

I apologize in advance for any typos. Enjoy!

"Finally!" Minhee, your best friend of five years mutters, exasperation dripping from her voice.

Your bottom lip juts out in distaste. "What do you mean finally? I mentioned this to you just a couple months ago."

"Yeah, Y/N, but come on, you usually back out of these things, y'know?" Minhee explains, a playful smirk on her lips.

You sigh, not bothering to argue because you know she's right. There was a good reason, though. You grew up sheltered, and because of that, you just shied away from things that would draw attention to you.

For example, a tramp stamp.

Minhee squeals and shimmies her shoulders in excitement. "So… who's gonna do it?"

Huh… You hadn’t really gotten that far in your thoughts. You just figured you would go to a random tattoo parlor with good enough reviews.

You shrug. "I'll just choose somewhere with great reviews."

Minhee looks at you quizzically, tilting her head. "Good reviews? Why? Yuta's sho—"

You hold your hand up, stopping her mid-sentence. You roll your eyes. "Don't even think about it."

Minhee mimics you, rolling her eyes as well. "Y/N, you've wanted to fuck the guy since high school."

You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassing memories resurfacing. "Minhee, please," you beg.

Besides, even if you did allow Yuta to tattoo you, there was no way in hell he would do anything more. You weren’t his type. He didn’t say that to you, but after years of stalking his social media pages like a creep, it was obvious you were definitely not his cup of tea. And it bothered you more than it should have.

"But Y/N, how will you get out of your shell without trying something new?" Minhee pleads. "Just trust me, the worst thing he can do is just give you the tattoo and never talk to you again." She shrugs.

You bite your lip in contemplation. That is true.

Fuck it.

"Fine, I'll do it."

Another squeal. "Yes! I'll book your appointment."

After some taps on her phone, she says, "Friday, 12:30."

You exhale, already hearing your heart pounding in your ears.

~~~~~

It was Friday, 12:15 PM.

You stood outside Yuta's tattoo parlor, teetering on the edge of decision. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the cloudy sky reflected your inner turmoil.

Minhee had called you earlier, her voice a mix of encouragement and threat. "Just spread your wings a little. See where it takes you," she had urged over the phone. "If you back out, I'll never talk to you again."

Hopefully not an embarrassing fall from grace, you thought.

Sighing, you wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and pushed the door open. The chime above the door announced your arrival with a soft tinkle, and you stepped inside, your heart pounding in your ears.

Your eyes darted to every corner of the shop within your sight. Holy shit.

It was dark. So fucking dark.

The parlor was an extension of Yuta himself. Black leather furniture, dark wood shelves, and posters of intricate, shadowy designs adorned the walls. Even the decorative plants were a deep, almost black, green. The only color contrasts were the neon signs casting an eerie glow and the cherry red telephone on the receptionist's desk.

And, of course, you.

A horrible choice to wear a baby pink crop top. You had hoped not to stand out, for crying out loud.

"Spread your wings," you muttered to yourself, taking another deep breath.

You made your way to the receptionist, pretending not to notice her staring at you since you stood outside. Her gaze was intense, but her smile was warm and welcoming.

"Hello, how may I help you today, sweetheart?" the receptionist asked.

"Hi, umm, I have an appointment? I'm Y/N for 12:30."

The receptionist nodded immediately, typing away and glancing at her computer screen. "Ah… 12:30 with Yuta." She looked up, waiting for your confirmation.

You nodded.

She smiled again. "Go through that door and wait; he'll be right with you."

The door she pointed to was, of course, dark wood, almost black, adorned with posters of various butterfly tattoos. A gold name plate read, "N. YUTA."

You exhaled once more, your heart hammering in your chest, and made your way toward the door, each step echoing in the dimly lit room.

The door opened with a soft creak, and my gosh, the light almost blinded you. Such a contrast from the waiting area.

The walls were a dark red with random splashes of black paint, all four sides adorned with even more sketches. Butterflies, swords, cartoons, and so much more.

a stool, and a bed -where you assumed customers lay down or sat on when getting tattooed- stood in the middle of the room. A table right beside the stool stood with different inks and the tools Yuta would need to tattoo someone. And, of course, there was a huge light standing over the bench and stool.

You awkwardly took a seat at the edge of the bed. The second you sat down, the door opened again, revealing Yuta.

His head was down, focused on his phone screen. You took this opportunity to look at him. Like, really look at him.

His black hair was grown out just above his shoulders, framing his face with an almost rough ethereal beauty. He was clad in all black—black pants and a black crop top that revealed just the tiniest bit of his butterfly tattoo and a fucking belly button piercing.

fuck me.

Finally, he looked up, and you quickly looked away.

his eyes were darker than you remembered.

"Y/N, right?" His voice was smooth and rich, with a hint of amusement.

You turned your attention back to him and nodded. "Y-yeah, I'm Y/N."

He nodded, a confident smile playing on his lips. "I'm Yuta. I'll be tattooing you today," he said, taking a seat on the stool in front of you. he smelled like cigarettes and faintlu of cologne.

it made you dizzy.

"Yeah, I know that. So, umm, I have my design—if that's okay?" you stumbled, trying to keep your composure.

The way he was staring so deeply at you like he could see through you.

It almost made you want to hide.

like a predator stalking its prey.

He stared at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before saying something that made your heart nearly stop. "You're still so shy after all these years, bunny?"

Bunny?

Did he just call you... No.

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of his words. Had he recognized you? Your cheeks flushed as old, buried memories began to resurface. You had known Yuta back in high school, but you never thought he’d remember you. Let alone a nickname you thought he had long forgotten.

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. "Y-you remember me?"

Yuta chuckled softly, a dark, almost predatory look in his eyes. "Of course I do. Some things you just don't forget."

butterflies erupted in your belly as you felt your finger tips tingle

You wanted to be under him so badly that your body ached.

The room seemed to close in around you, the walls pulsing with your heartbeat. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, peeling away the layers you had built around yourself over the years.

"Well then," he said, leaning forward, his eyes never leaving yours. "Let's see that design."

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the paper with your design on it. You handed it to him, your fingers brushing against his. His touch was warm, sending a jolt of electricity through you. For a brief moment Yuta's body stiffened.

Holy fuck.

Did he want you too?

He examined the design, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. " You drew this?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak.

he looks up at you quizzically causing your breathing to hasten

"do i still have to remind you to use your words bunny?" he asks his tone joking but his posture changed. from slouching to upright and his jaw was clenched. his eyes were a little darker and a little more demanding.

You realized that he wanted to hear you and he wanted it now.

your breath hitches before squeaking out a quiet "no"

he smiles, relaxes his posture and nods approvingly "Good girl"

This was unfair.

you wanted to affect him as much as he affected you.

Yuta looked up at you, his dark eyes boring into yours. "it's nice. it suits you. where do you want it?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "on my back please" you whispered.

Yuta raises a dark eyebrow in question "This seems a little small for the middle of your back bunny."

"no no, you don't understand" you you chuckle nervously

he looks at you expectantly, crossing his arms at his chest and tilting his head "Well make me understand sweetheart"

"I'll just show you" You get up from the bed and turn around

lifting our shirt revealing your lower back just above your ass.

you reach behind you and attempt to point to that spot "right here. I want it right here please."

A beat of silence passes, and another and another before you decide to turn around slightly.

his eyes lazily looked at you from head to toe.

He swallowed thickly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and curiosity before he replied in a strained voice,

"A tramp stamp?"

You smiled, feeling a rush of boldness, and with a flicker of hesitation, dropped your shirt, fully facing him now.

"Yes," you confirmed, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves within you. God, he made you so jittery.

He clenched and unclenched his jaw, his eyes still fixed on you, observing every move as if he were deciphering a complex puzzle.

"Who's it for?" he questioned, his tone tinged with the same strain as before.

Confusion flickered across your features as you met his gaze. "Me?" you responded, the uncertainty evident in your voice.

He chuckled, though the humor didn't reach his eyes. "Fucking hell, you're trying to kill me."

" A tramp stamp just for your own amusement, bunny? And you want me to do it?" His words carried a mix of disbelief and a hint of something deeper, perhaps longing.

With a resigned sigh, he walked over to his stool and took a seat, motioning for you to shut the door.

It was common knowledge that when Yuta worked, he kept the door cracked, but shutting it completely? That was unheard of.

You decided to comply, despite the uncertainty gnawing at you. Closing the door softly behind you, you approached him with slow, steady steps, stopping in between his parted legs.

"A tattoo on your lower back," he mused carefully, his hands moving to grasp your love handles possessively leading you to the bed.

"You're putting ideas in my head." he whispers still staring at you hips.

His words were laced with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His eyes bore into yours so intently it made you heart race and your heart clench.

Did he want you to beg for it?

fine, you came prepared for that anyway.

'Please...ruin me. Fucking ruin me.'

is what you would have said if you were brave enough, instead all you could get out was

"oh..i-"

Yuta chuckles "flustered?"

you clear your throat and look away

a finger lifts your chin causing you to meet his predatory gaze again

"I'm gonna be real with you here bunny, I want to fuck your brains out. not professional of me I know but I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't know you wanted it too"

~~~~~

your fingers clawed at his back as he fucked you against the wall

his balls rhythmically slapping against you

you looked down enjoying the sight of him fucking into you , his cock branded with a white ring of your cum.

"Yuta," you gasp, breath hitching, "I want more."

“Oh, you want more?” he responds with a smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I can definitely give you more."

The motion of his thrusts causes your stomach to quiver, muscles trembling in response as your body matches his rhythm. Each movement is intense, sending waves of sensation through you.

Your throat feels raw from all the shouting and moaning—so much so that you can barely voice how close you are. Instead, your grip tightens around his arm, fingers digging into his skin in a desperate, wordless plea, silently telling him that you’re right on the edge.

"Already, Y/N?" he taunts, not even slowing his relentless pace. His voice is a mix of amusement and intensity, each word vibrating through you.

Before you can process his words, the sensation crashes over you, making your toes curl, your back arching away from the wall. Your mouth falls open, releasing a silent scream as the overwhelming pleasure grips you.

The release is so intense that tears spill down your cheeks, your body trembling under the weight of it all. But he doesn't stop—his rhythm remains the same, drawing out every ounce of sensation, leaving you breathless and barely able to think.

have you ever been fucked so hard you stomach started to hurt?

but fuck, you didn't want him to stop

soon you started to feel the burn of it all, our body twitched and trembled.

you fought so hard to speak but you couldn't even form a thought

suddenly it was all too much.

your head spun , your eyes rolled back and your body shook with one more orgasm

"Yuta please!" you screamed your hand instinctually trying to push him away from you and he only responded by gripping both your wrist in one hand.

"behave!" he growled out biting your nipple as a form of punishment but all that did was give you another orgasm.

"Ah! I'm-oh...please...fuck me daddy....please" you cried hysterically.

It's embarrassing what a good fuck can do to the mind

"Fuck bunny, such a dirty fucking mouth" he whispers as he bring his hand to your face gripping your jaw.

"open for me baby" he coos

you mouth is wide open not even a millisecond later and oh my hell

you died and came back when he spat in your mouth.

"swallow that shit" he thrusts deeper and harder.

"SHIT!" You scream out as he reaches a spot that you never had touched

he smiles at you mischievously "found it"

and just like that you had two more orgasms before you realized,

Yuta didn't cum yet

which could only mean one thing

"I'm not done with you bunny. I want you from the back"

You shook your head, still in a daze. " T-tired....t'much...mmm"

he kisses your temple oh so sweetly as anything but sweet words fall from his lips "i know baby but I want to see you cry some more when i fuck you harder. besides, don't you want daddy to cum all over you baby?

you look up at him with tear filled eyes "yes daddy"

he smiles showing his teeth "then be a good bunny and get on all fours for me"

~

"ah fuck" was what he said when he finally sank into you again.

his hands roamed your back squeezing and giving attention to your rolls

"You were fucking made for me" he moaned out in utter bliss.

looks like you did affect him like he affected you.

he was relentless with his thrust.

so fucking eager.

the room was just filled with the sound of your ass meeting his cock and oh was it music to your ears

"the view from here is fucking amazing baby"

he slaps your ass cheek repeatedly and you already know its bruised red.

from the mirror on the wall you could see him rubbing his hands all over your stretch marks as he mouths an inaudible "fuck"

You also see that he's going to take it up a notch when he lifts one of his legs up on to the stool. giving him a deeper angle as he pummels into you

"you grip on the white sheet on the tattoo bed as you scream

"I'M GONNA CUM!"

you fall on your chest as the strength leaves your arms. your eyes blur with tears for the the umpteenth time and you bite your lip so hard you taste blood

"I know baby me too" he pants out chest heaving as he tries to maintain his pace

"mmm-I'm cumming...i'm cumming- ah shit!" you manage to get out as your stomach tightens.

you feel Yuta swelling inside you but he pulls out just intime as white ropes of cum are painted over your back.

you barley can keep your eyes open as you see Yuta use his hands to spread his cum all over your stretchmark- filled ass cheeks

"holy shit: he says collapsing on top of you.

you're quiet for a moment not finding the strength to speak as yet

"i should've taken you on a date first bunny" Yuta says filling the silence

you sigh contently "you still can."

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just read this for the first time since posting it..WHY DID I LOWK SNAAAPPPPPP

|| valencam || k.dy

pairing: bf!Doyoung x gf!reader

genre: smut, romance minors dni

warning(s): filming/camming, sex tape, profanity, spanking, marking, ass eating, cunnilingus, PIV, "love making"

wc: 2.3k

a/n: ik I'm on hiatus but I made a committment so I will not let 2/14 end without posting this. happy v day y'all <3 (not proofread)

“You look radiant, Angel.” A smile can’t help but make its way onto your face as your feet pad on the way to your kitchen, “I am only just out of the shower.” His face is focused, eyes soft with a hint of fire behind them, “That’s what I adore most. How perfect you are no matter what you do.” There’s something in his tone that has you biting your lip and looking at him on your phone screen oddly, “What’s gotten into you?”

He’s silent before angling the camera for you to see the obvious tent in his sweatpants, “Oh.” Running his fingers through his hair there’s a sheepish chuckle and nod as he sucks air through his teeth, “Yeah. That’s what’s going on.” He lets out a heavy sigh as he leans forward, yet again tousling his hair, “You’re so tempting in that robe, I wish I was there to touch you.”

Based on the rhythmic motion of his arm, he’s begun touching himself. Propping your phone onto the counter you put on a seductive, pouty act, “We could always..do something else?” Just as you’re peeling back your robe to expose your breasts, someone bursts into his room and in the midst of his panic he moves to protect the view of your naked body before his own. “Jesus Christ-” 

You take the next few moments to redress yourself as Doyoung rushes the intruder out of his room before returning to you with a sigh. “I’m sorry sweetheart, my manager said we have to go now.” There’s a bitter pout on your face as you mutter a response to him, “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

His eyes soften almost painfully as he brings the camera close to his face, “ ‘m sorry baby, I’ll make it up to you, okay? I love you, Angel.” Without awaiting your response he kisses the phone and hangs up.

“This always happens.” Grabbing your favorite Haagen Dazs bar and treading to the couch, you put the tv on Love Island Games in hopes to feel better cheering on your favorite couples.

Smack dab in the middle of the juicy part of the heart rate challenge, your doorbell goes off a few times. Not in a rush to get whatever it could be, you stay put..until it goes off yet again.

With a groan you press pause and head to the door tightening your robe as you look through the peephole to be safe. Once seeing it was clear you open the door to see a variety of gifts planted below you. A basket of your favorite snacks, a giant stuffed bunny, and a large case of your favorite drink. 

It genuinely makes you giggle, but more lost than anything you look around outside before bringing them into your home. Looking for a card to clear up your confusion, you find nothing but a fancy “Surprise” written on it, and like clockwork- the doorbell rings again.

You open the door and gasp as your tummy instantly flutters with butterflies. There, Doyoung stood with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Angel.”

Your arms fling around his neck, him moving the flowers away to keep from getting crushed. “What are you doing here??” You tighten your hold on him to emphasize how joyful you are to have him in your arms again. He carefully guides you back through the door, one arm tightly wrapped around your waist, “The guys dropped me off to surprise you.” 

That’s when you hear a honk and lift your head to see Mark, Haechan, Jaehyun, Johnny, and Jungwoo all waving to you. Being the little tease he is, Johnny yells out as Doyoung’s hand drifts to your ass, “Be sure to use protection kids.” You flip him off and yell a ‘happy birthday’ to Jaehyun as they drive off before closing your door. 

He picks you up with one arm, your legs automatically wrapping around him as he carries you to the kitchen. “I missed you so much.” You sniff, voice muffled in his neck. You feel the counter now beneath you where he also places the bouquet at your side, “I missed you too Angel. I couldn’t let you be alone during this time.” Simultaneously your heads lean forward, lips briefly reuniting with relief.

His hands snake up your thighs, moving into the warmth of your robe which causes your body to jolt and move closer to the edge of the counter. “Babe, your hands are freezing.” A shudder courses through you as his lips connect with your neck, fingers kneading your flesh,

“Sorry love, but you’ll warm them up, right?” You nearly give in but hold your own as you grab his wrists pulling his hands away, “Not until. you wash your hands.” He stands there momentarily. Simply just staring at you and leans in for a deep but quick kiss before pulling away, “Okay sweetheart. Meet me in your room.”

You nod wordlessly as he walks to your bedroom- a little dazed if you’re honest. It had been so long since you last saw him and for him to kiss you like that- you were beginning to get hotter and more excited for the night.

“Babe- what is this??” Soon after you’d followed him to your room, you see the tripod setup with your laptop propped onto a short stool. He flinches at your sudden presence and stands up straight, now seemingly sheepish. “Well.. I thought I could make up for our call getting cut short today..” You look at him trying to read between the lines, but your brain isn’t keeping up.

Rather than it frustrating him, he just smiles lovingly and approaches you, hands resting on your waist. “I was thinking we could have a session. You know, for old time’s sake?” Instantly excitement bubbles inside you and you’re nodding eagerly. His smile brightens as he nods along with you, “Yeah? You’d like that?”

You’re borderline bouncing off the walls as your hands squeeze his arms, “Yes! Let’s do it.” The both of you arrange the room to the setup you want and stand facing one another again, “Is it really okay for you to do this?” There are beats of silence as he delicately secures the lace mask on your face. “This is to celebrate us,” he pauses to cradle your head and press a firm kiss on your lips, “and to show you how much I’ve missed you.”

Once the camera’s on and the stream is live, your fingers ghost his chest after unbuttoning his black top. No words spoken as you bask in one another’s presence, quickly forgetting about the viewer's comments. “I love you.” His lips whisper against yours as his own fingers leave trails of heat on your bare skin. “I love you.” Based on your earlier excitement, you hadn’t expected the pace of things to be this slow, but you could appreciate it.

You appreciate him taking his time to love you. Adore you. Words are minimal as he guides you to bend over the bed, ass perfectly propped in the air. His hands palm at your cheeks, spreading them as he greedily buries his face into your heat. Your moans are soft and whispered as your back arches and your fingers grip the comforter.

He lets out moans of his own, his mouth wet with your slick, “God, you always taste so sweet.” You feel him inhale deeply through his loud slurps, “I missed your scent so much.” There is an unfamiliar sensation as he tongues your never-before-touched second hole.

The firm press of his flat tongue slowly dragging from your clit up to your clenching ass has your body racking with moans. “Doesn’t she look enthralling?” His question is directed to the viewers commenting on how arousing the slow burn foreplay is.

You feel the wind meet your exposed soaked cunt, wiggling your hips in need for something to be inside of you. Chimes symbolizing large donations mix with the wet sounds from shaking your ass and fill the room, "You're so damn irresistible." His primal nature takes over when he growls and not so gently marks your cheek with a bite.

One of your hands reach back and spread yourself for all to see, “P-Put it in.” You slightly slur, already drunk on the thoughts of him being inside you after so long. “Doi-” before you can get out your nickname for him, he presses your head into the mattress just as he eases into you. 

His head is buried in your sensitive spot on your neck, below your right ear, “You trying to get me in trouble, Sweetheart?” As you shake your head, he knows you never would, but your response to his words is too good to not indulge. “Oh? The way your pussy’s gripping me says otherwise.” His hips are slow, deep, and intentional, “You want us to get caught, don’t you?”

The chat dings with a flood of comments at his overheard words:

.stealuarxse🌹: caught???

.stealuarxse🌹: does this mean one (or both) of you are cheating??

bloomingputhy🍑: are you famous?

channiehae58: are you in a forbidden relationship?

“The only thing forbidden is how tightly she’s squeezing me at the thought of fucking me behind her best friend’s back.” Doyoung lifts his head with a hazy look in his eyes as his hips pick up pace, smirking and licking his lips at your gasps.

“I’m just kidding..he’s my best friend.” More comments fly in but it seems your hold on him isn’t as strong as his on you. While the man is fucking you speechless, he is all laughs at his own lies. Your moans turn into pouty whines, nearly tearing up at how little power you have in this situation.

He can immediately sense your mood shifting and turns all his attention to you, though making sure the camera picks up his words. “Don’t worry baby, you know I would never share you with anyone else. You’re mine, and mine alone.”

You can’t tell if it’s the vulnerability in his tone, or the words themselves, but your body is arching more like a feline as your first climax hits you.

“Ohhhoho, baby likes it when I claim her doesn’t she.” His words are whispered in your ear as his teeth tug on your earlobe. “Yes.” Is the only harsh whisper that leaves your breathless mouth as he lifts one of your legs, somehow flipping you mainly onto your back- but your other leg gets tangled in between his. “OW ow ow babe, my leg is stuck.”

He pauses his movement and awkwardly takes the time to remove your leg, massaging it to make sure you aren’t injured. “You okay?” A giggle can’t help but leave your throat as you nod and cover your mouth in embarrassment of the mishap being caught on live stream. “You’re losing your touch, sir.” 

His lips kissing on your ankle nip at the skin sharply before he repositions himself inside of you again. Playful energy now surrounding you, he pushes your leg further back; reaching a new angle. “Oh shIT.” You don’t even have the words you were going to say anymore. 

It’s been a while since you felt him against your favorite spot. “Shit, baby, right there.” He raises an eyebrow at you, reminding you of your previous words to which you smile and attempt to kick him, but he tightens his grip on your ankle, dragging his tongue along the sole of your foot. “You’re s-s-so na-asty,” his expression is awestruck as he takes in your rolled back eyes and quivering legs on his shoulders.

“So much for a lost touch huh?” You will your eyes to open and focus, darting between his hips connecting with yours and his face. “F-Fuck you.” Both hands land resounding smacks on the back of your thighs, causing the bottom half of your body to lift off of the mattress. “D-Do it again.”

He wordlessly spanks your flesh again, bringing his face down to your own as his perfect pace is joined by the perfect amount of force. “Baby, baby- fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum.” Your declaration warrants encouragement from him, “Yeah? Cum for me baby. Let go, let it all out on daddy’s cock.”

Your eyes meet his closely; intense and full of everything you feel for him, “Can I? A-Are you gonna fill me up too?” A growl escapes him, followed by angelic moans into your ear, “I’m gonna fill you up baby, so can you do something for me?” You obediently nod, hand gripping the back of his neck. “Finish for me. I know you deserve it.”

That’s all it took before your body both tensed, and went slack against him as your second orgasm is messier than the first. He tightly secures his arms around your body. Engulfing you. Molding your figure with his as he, too, releases. “God I love you so much.” His whisper is solely for you to hear, and the tears welling in your eyes reflect the feelings you cannot catch your breath to say. 

It’s not until both of you have calmed down that you notice the silence. When you look over, you see the stream had ended after the max donation total was met. “Dang it. They missed the best part.” Doyoung looks at you with a weird expression, “..round 2 in the shower??” You both grin and he’s snatching your masks off before carrying you into the restroom. 

And the camera’s still rolling.

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no way..I genuinely have no words...genuinely......

like.. should I have known??

Hi everyone! i know a lot of you might know jasmine aka xuhuihuis (formerly jasminexox5) who was a writer on here (she has deactivated now) but jasmine was a minor. 17 years old and writing smut for the past 2-3 years. As bad as that already is, however, that’s not the only thing she’s done. She's lied about her entire life to us.

- she claimed she was a lawyer working in a law firm but she was supposedly 23 at the time and you…cannot be a lawyer at 23.

- she made up a fake Korean boyfriend named Jaehyun (also the name of her nct bias…how ironic.)

- and not only that. she lied about being pregnant. she told people she was pregnant and made up a full story of how her being a bitch to everyone is due to the pregnancy hormones (dot dot dot.) she lied about a lot of things like the stolen ultrasound pic, her saying that her dad was racist and her saying that her mom wasn’t supportive of her pregnancy and then faking a gender reveal. It was a lot.

- To top it all off, we found out that not only is she fucked up, she’s also a minor. She faked being a 2000 liner when in reality she was born in 2007

she was someone i was close to for a while but i noticed her lying about very little things and it made her look really suspicious but then when she pulled out the pregnancy test pic i KNEW. it was fake. she proceeded to send ultrasound pictures that were taken from the internet

she even took it as far as faking cutting off her parents because they don’t approve of her pregnancy (which wasn’t even real)

she lied about having a bunch of tattoos only to later send a picture of her fake baby bump and there were no tattoos in sight.

we called her out and she immediately deactivated her tumblr and has not once spoken since. though everytime i did try to call her out on her pregnancy facts being incorrect, she’d just blame it on the baby and her pregnancy hormones which made absolutely no sense.

she was a writer for zerobaseone, nct and seventeen. i will keep an eye peeled in the tags and if she tries to come back, i will update.

this serves as your reminder to not believe everything someone tells you on the internet and be cautious of who you talk to out here.

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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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If you aren’t feeling the best today, I’m here for you. Even if we don’t know each other, just know someone’s here to support you anyway. My asks are always open, my DMs are always open. If you need to talk, need a virtual hug, or just a silly meme to make you smile, I’ve got you. It’s gonna be okay 🩷

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NCT as Husbands Series: Johnny Suh

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!johnny wc: 830 nct as husbands masterlist

Johnny is such husband material!! He's genuinely soo thoughtful and sweet! like I always think about jcc and how he picks things to do based on who's in the video with him and what they would enjoy doing. which is why I would say one of his love languages is for sure acts of service! like he would always do the little things for you, that you may not even notice.

Also really big on communication. Anytime there's conflict in your marriage he's sitting you down and talking through it until you find a good solution. which I think is also a way that he shows he loves you because usually he can just brush things off, but with you he makes sure you're both on the same page and fully understand everything from each other's perspectives.

Johnny as a husband is also just so much fun! like there's not a day that goes by where he doesn't flirt with you like crazy. You could be twenty-five years into your marriage and he's still making you blush. He also loves to travel with you. He's always loved traveling and having someone who he can experience the world with is soo precious to him!!

I also feel like he would be in a constant battle with himself on how to impress you more and more by his good husband skills. Like he became a husband and all of a sudden it’s his life mission to make you the single happiest wife on earth. Especially with making sure you're taken care of!

Johnny enters the front door, too tired to even properly lift his feet causing them to drag. The combination of not getting enough sleep and dancing for hours straight was taking a toil on him. He knows immediately that you're not back from work yet, the atmosphere in an empty home just feels different somehow. He figures that you must be working late again. If he wasn't married, he would probably just go to bed right now without properly taking care of his needs, but he is married and he knows that you'll be hungry when you get home. He quickly checks in the kitchen to see if there's something easy to cook, but he doesn't find anything. He settles on taking out his phone and ordering takeout. He has a page on his notes app of all your favorite things to order from different restaurants just for situations like this. Yes, he could just ask you what you want, but sometimes being surprised with your favorite food just made it taste that much better. He places the order and then walks into the bathroom to wash his face, in hopes that it might wake him up a bit. However, once he flips on the light switch, he notices one of your face masks laying on the counter. "She must not have had enough time to do it last night." He thinks to himself, making a mental note of this as he brings his cupped hands full of cool water to his face. ⸻ It's not long after the food arrives that you come home, just as exhausted and hungry as Johnny figured you'd be. He gives you a sympathetic pout before he brings you into his embrace, letting you stay for as long as you want. It's two whole minutes into the hug before you finally notice the smell of your favorite takeout. You pull away from him and place your hands on his shoulders. "Did you buy me food?" "Maybee." He says, giving you his sweet smile. All your energy must have come back to you at the thought of food, because you rushed into the kitchen to grab a plate for the both of you. "Actually, I was thinking we could put on face masks together, sit on the couch, and eat while you tell me about your day." "Genuinely Johnny, I would love nothing more." You say, following him to the bathroom. "Actually, this is perfect because I was wanting to do one yesterday but got too tired." "Oh really?" He says, pretending like he hadn’t seen the face mask earlier.  You two put your sheet masks on in the bathroom and then go over to get your food. You sit on the couch in a criss-cross position as you tell Johnny all about your day. Actually, one of your coworkers recently had a very dramatic breakup with her boyfriend, so Johnny was all ears. "You know, It's actually so hard to eat with a sheet mask on, baby." Johnny says, adjusting his mask that started to slide down. "But it's worth it, it feels so nice," You say, setting down your food and helping him with his mask. You get it back into the right position and then kiss him on his temple which puts a proud grin on his face because he knows getting you food and doing face masks together made you happy. 

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Yo fam we ought to talk. Don’t expect rock hard abs from idols. When they lift their shirts up- hope to see a nice plump lil tumtum from eating good and staying healthy m8. Aight? Aight.

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"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic