#[��] — jun hard thots

[junkissed]

soooo I can't stop thinking about ocean's view 😭 like I loved it sm 🥹 can you spare some thoughts.. about what happened after 👁️ I hope they didn't live very far away from each other 😭 also wtf jun is so romantic for saying he imagined himself with you at the altar like wtf boy do you want me on the floor for you and your cuteness 😭

yes ofc!! so it's implied that they're from the same city because they're at the same wedding so it would make sense that they both live close to the bride & groom, and therefore close to each other. probably nearby but not too close, and because reader doesn't go to many parties it would make sense they haven't seen each other before even though they share mutual friends. i imagined it as opposite sides of the same town so they're probably like 15 to 30 minutes apart at most :) so still pretty close and they will definitely get together officially once they get back home! i had a couple extra scenes planned at the end (that i didn't end up writing because i didn't have the energy and i just really wanted to get the fic done lol) so i'll put it in bullet points under the cut :)

member — junhui x reader word count — 0.9k warnings — fluff, bullet points, slightly suggestive but no details read the original fic: "ocean view" here! this is a continuation of the story so it won't make sense if you haven't read the fic so go do that first lol

jun sits at your table for the whole reception and you have really great conversations getting to know each other

at some point joshua comes around asking if anyone has seen where he's supposed to sit because he can't find his name tag. jun points him towards his old seat and slips joshua's name card into his pocket when he's not looking, so they did successfully switch and no one found out lol

there's eating, dancing, more secret kissing in the corner once it gets dark and no one can see them

but it gets late, so you and jun decide it's time to part ways. and obviously this time you make sure to exchange phone numbers and info before you leave because there's no way you're throwing away this opportunity twice in a row

you tell jun you'd love to spend the night with him again, but that you have to leave for your flight tonight. jun laughs and says it wouldn't have worked anyway; his flight is also tonight, and he suggests that you carpool. you still don't know that you're from the same city, so you assume he's just joking and you give him another kiss (a very passionate one that almost makes you rethink turning down the carpool offer) but then you both go back to your hotels to pack.

you get to the airport that night and you've just gotten through security and you're walking around looking for your gate and guess who you bump into? and he not only happens to be headed to the same city as you, but he's also on the same airline, the exact same flight at the exact same time!

you sit in the waiting area together and laugh about fate and coincidences, and you're starting to believe what the tarot lady said because the circumstances are too perfect and everything is working out a little too perfectly

you keep chatting until the plane starts boarding, and you get called up to board first so you assume this is (finally) where you say goodbye. you wave and give him a hug and promise to meet up again once the plane lands

you're settled in your seat, pulling out your phone to text him and see where he's sitting, when you hear a voice beside you and you look up and there he is again

he makes a joke about how you just can't seem to get rid of him, and you tell him that you wouldn't want to get rid of him even if you tried, because you already did try and you're glad that the universe had other plans

turns out you're not just on the same flight but your seats are also right next to each other, so there's no need to bribe anyone to switch this time hehe

it's a long flight but it passes by quickly because you have such good company :) lots more talking and getting to know each other

maybe towards the end of the flight he starts to get a little handsy, because he's wanted you so bad ever since he saw you again at the wedding but he was trying to be polite and all that tense sexual energy is finally getting to him

but you manage to hold off until you make it off the plane, and since your house isn't too far out of his way anyway you do decide to actually carpool home

now it's your turn for payback and you're teasing him the whole time he's driving

then you finally arrive at your house and you can't keep your hands off of each other any longer so he decides to spend the night... and you can imagine the rest

you ignore a whole bunch of texts from jeonghan who is demanding to know all the details because he saw you leaving the wedding with jun and you had the biggest smile on your face and he needs to know whether you reconnected with your mystery man or not

another fun detail that i wanted to add but didn't end up writing: for the bachelorette party the night before the wedding, they hired a stripper named hoshi and he was wearing a tiger print thong giving everyone lap dances

i won't be writing a sequel to this fic since this is basically all that i had planned and i've already put it into bullet points, but i hope you liked this little extra snippet!! i always love sharing stuff that didn't make it into the final fic so always feel free to send asks like this <3

no taglist since this isn't really a fic, but you can always join my permanent taglist here!

[wonjns]

Imagine Junhui putting male reader in a maid dress, that's it that's the thot

now i’ve never been one to think about maid dresses but this is totally something jun’s ass would do, getting giddy seeing you all dolled up on one (especially if it’s his favorite color).

he’d probably ask you to do a bunch of little tasks for him just to see the red tint on your cheeks of slight embarrassment, and that would only stir him up more until he can’t take it anymore and he’s got you bent over the counter and flooding your ego with all the compliments he could think of.

it’s not really my thing but if he asked i don’t think i’d be able to tell him no 🤭

[cheolism]

hello my beloved jupiter i would like to peek at the kinkiest jun thots inside ur brain pretty please 🤓

THE SCENT OF YOU

✰ wen junhui x reader ✷ wc is approx 1.5k ✰ warnings: nsfw! salirophilia and olfactophilia (attraction to the state of being dirty; attraction to body odor/scent). ✷ notes: based off of that one thing napoleon allegedly wrote to his wife asking her not to bathe before he came home. thank you mars (@onlymingyus) and junie for helping me w the names of the kinks!!

i.

jun wakes up to the uncomfortable feeling of being terribly warm.

the summer sun blazes through the bedroom windows, peering through the blinds and casting its light. the aircon kicks on in the next room, the box fan -- set on top of a dining room chair jun had dragged into the room -- whirling gently, casting a slight breeze onto jun's face.

he's still unbearably hot.

the two of you had gone to bed at midnight, the temperature dropping considerably compared to what it had been that afternoon. you turned the aircon to the perfect temperature; jun switched on the fan. he tucked the duvet around your figure, giggling alongside you as you wiggled your toes underneath. and then he had ducked underneath the covers, pressing his body to yours and tucking his face into your neck.

naturally, cursedly, time crawled on as the two of you slept and eventually the sun rose into the sky, coloring it a lovely blue. the room had heated up, despite the aircon doing its best, and so jun woke with his shirt sticking uncomfortably to his arms and his mind hazy with heat.

irritated, he throws off the duvet and swings his feet over the edge of the bed. he had stopped cuddling you sometime in the night, and perhaps that is why he's truly pissed.

he checks the temperature outside -- eighty-seven fahrenheit, what the fuck -- and then adjusts the thermostat. the aircon kicks back on, and he stumbles back into the bedroom.

you're frowning at him from the bed, lips in a pout and brow pinched. "why'd you leave?"

jun jumps back into the bed, throwing the duvet back over his figure and latching onto you. "was hot," he explains, and then he's ducking his face to press it against your neck.

his nose nuzzles into the baby hairs at the back of your neck, breathing. his hand settles onto your hip, and then he's sliding his fingers underneath the waistband of your boxers. jun doesn't do anything more, just keeps his fingers against your skin, warm from your body.

he presses his face against you, lips skimming over your warm skin. you're wearing a tank top, and he thinks, faintly, that just like the boxers the tank top is his.

you sigh as his mouth dips to your collar. he presses his lips against your skin, pushing his tongue out and feeling the hard bone hidden beneath.

he moves again. jun presses his face into the valley between your tits, concealed by the tank top. it's hot there, heat radiating off of your tits and trapped beneath the tank top, which in turn was covered by the duvet.

you're hot there, and when jun noses along the gentle curve of one of your tits he can smell you.

it's the smell that comes from sleep and heat. it's a smell that is so inherently, distinctly you. it's the smell of your soul, he thinks, his dick beginning to swell in his boxers and his fingers twitching down down down, until the tips of them are touching the hairs of your cunt.

"junnie," you hum, reaching out and looping an arm around him. he catches a whiff of that gentle scent of sleep and heat, and then he's mouthing at your tits through the fabric and settling his hand against your pussy.

ii.

"i'll be home late," you murmur into your phone. he can hear the noise of the conference through his phone speaker. you had told him, before you left, to prepare for as much; had, optimistically, said that it would be over at four but seungkwan had booked a room with a karaoke machine so you may end up staying longer.

"are you having fun?" jun asks, bracing against the counter with his free hand and glancing over the ingredients he had set out. he'll have to put the pork back into the fridge, package the chopped veggies and hope they'll be as fresh tomorrow. really, though, it's for the best; he's low on egg roll wrappers and doesn't know if he'll have enough for a full meal.

"yeah," you say, and he can hear the smile in your voice. it's like bottled sunshine, the way it seems to settle within him and lighten his soul. "we got free pens."

"holy shit," jun says, and you laugh. eventually, though, you hang up; he can hear seungkwan scolding you for being on your phone during a company conference before you manage to end the call.

jun packs away the veggies and pork, snapping the lids onto the plastic container and stacking them in color order in the fridge.

he throws two packets of ramen on the counter; checks on the rice in the cooker. with thirty minutes left for the rice to be done, he leaves the kitchen and begins wandering about the apartment.

there's a sock in the hall. he swoops down, grabbing it and balling it into his fist. he rounds into the bedroom, and he begins picking up your discarded sleep clothes.

he throws your shirt over the crook of his arm — it once belonged to choi seungcheol, but the man had left it in jun's gym bag when he borrowed it once and so it had been put into rotation as a sleep shirt for the both of you. you wore your own panties and shorts to bed, and he picks up those, too.

they're one of your favorite pairs. they’re on the side of nearly too-raggedy, the elastic loose around your hips. jun remembers the first time he saw you wear them, nearly two years ago; remembers how he had pulled them down your thighs; how they had been soaking wet from your cunt, how he hadn’t been able to resist the urge to bring them up to his nose and —

jun presses his thumb into the flat seat of your panties, stretching them. whatever wetness that may have been there from your cunt had long dried. he can see the faint bleaching from your fluids on your panties. 

he lifts your panties up to his nose; breathes in. he smells you, still, hours later. jun can smell yoru essence, the very fabric of your being. slowly jun slides his hand down his stomach, fingers gliding over the veins of his hips and following down down down. 

iii. 

you look, jun thinks, absolutely destroyed. 

the half-assembled desk still takes up a majority of the second bedroom, metals bars sticking straight up and wooden surface flat against the floor. you’ve paused the music you had been blaring for the past hour, staggering into the living room with your phone in hand and a scowl on your face. 

“you want help?” jun calls, setting his own phone flat onto his bare stomach and stretching. 

“i can do it,” you snap, dropping your phone onto the lazyboy. your hair is pulled up off of your neck, strands escaping and flying about. your face gleams from sweat and your natural oils. you’re wearing a baggy shirt and pants, and when you lift an arm to grab at the ceiling fan string, he can see a patch of sweat on the armpit of your shirt. 

you are destroyed; you had attempted to build the desk and came out of it sweaty and ruined, pissed and unsatisfied. 

jun pats his thighs, sitting up a bit. you huff, and then you’re waddling over to him. you throw your leg over him, knee digging into the cushions as you settle back on him. 

your jaw drops, and you reach back and slap his thigh. “what the fuck are you hard about?”

“you’re beautiful,” jun says, taking you in once more. you’re messy and sweaty, and he wants you. 

his hands go to your thighs, settling. he smoothes his hands over your sweatpants, grabbing, groping, feeling you. 

you roll your eyes. jun moves up, wrapping his arms around your body to keep you in his lap. he presses his face into your neck, and you groan something out about being too hot for this. he can smell your sweat, your stink; he can feel his dick swell in his pants, can feel it strain and want. 

“wen junhui —”

jun pushes his tongue out, sliding it against your skin and tasting the salt of you. you let your head fall to the side, and jun slides a hand into your hair, feeling how hot and sweaty they are at the very start of them. it takes some shifting to get your sweatpants down your thighs, to tuck them under your knees and give him some space, but he does. 

and then jun is shoving his hand against your cunt. it’s hot and sweaty here, too, just like he had hoped. he can feel, through your underwear, how wet you are. the cloth near the elastic, damp from sweat; the cloth covering your cunt wet from your juice. 

jun pushes back again, and then your shoulders are against the cushions and he’s between your thighs. he pulls your sweats and underwear the rest of the way down your legs, discarding them next to the couch. jun lowers himself, pressing his face against your hot, sweaty cunt and breathing in. 

[thotsofintrusion]

can we just,,, talk about cockwarming for a minute?

like,, not soft non-sexual cockwarming. nonononono i’m talking about fully sexual, fully torturous cockwarming, where he just won’t let you off his cock, but he won’t move either. personally, i see this best with beomjun, (separately but together is also an interesting thot) two men who take way too much pleasure in seeing you lose your mind on their cocks.

beomgyu, he loves watching you suffer and squirm and beg him to help you until there are tears in your eyes. so on nights where he games, oftentimes before he starts he’ll work you up a little. he’ll strip you bare in his lap and kiss you breathless. he’ll pull and suck on your cute little nipples until they’re hot and hard to the touch. he’ll pinch your clit and tease your entrance until you’re dripping and begging for more. and then he’ll finally sink you down on his cock and log on to his game. while he’s logging in and getting ready he’ll let you bounce on him, he’ll even let you cum if you can get yourself there. but right before the first round starts, he stops you. he holds you down on his lap and reminds you of the rules for the night: 1. you are not to grind bounce or move on his cock in any way, 2. you are not to make any sounds - if you need something you use a safe signal and 3. you don’t cum without his permission. this last rule is one that had to be established after your first couple sessions. we all know beomgyu likes to run his mouth, and that doesn’t change when you’re on his cock. the first couple of times he played this game with you, he ran his mouth so much and got you so worked up that you managed to make yourself cum just by clenching on his cock and listening to him degrade you. and while he thought it was absolutely amazing that he turns you on that much, it’s not exactly what he has in mind for these nights. no, on these nights beomgyu wants you crying and desperate and begging him to touch you even just a little. on these nights, gyu wants to watch you break down while he denies you any pleasure until he’s satisfied. and it’s going to take at least a few hours and denied orgasms to satisfy him.

with yeonjun, it happens after a round or two, on a night where he’s spent the day worked up and needs to let it out on you, but still wants a bit of a break during. it happens on nights where he’s not done with you yet, but he wants to let you catch your breath and come back up to the surface a bit so he can push you right back down. he always makes sure he has you in missionary for this, because he loves being able to just lay right down on you after he fills you up, so you can’t get away from him while you keep him warm. he cums deep inside you and just flops right down on top of you and tells you that you’re going to keep him and his cum warm until he’s ready to go again. you can feel that even though he softened up a little, jun is still very much hard inside of you, and this sends you reeling. you’ve already cum at least three times and his size, even partially soft, is enough to make you feel nice and full, and when you try to wiggle your hips to feel something other than him filling you up, yeonjun just smacks your thigh and tells you not to complain. he tells you to use your safe word if you don’t want this, but he knows you won’t. he knows you love when he keeps you at his mercy for as long as he sees fit. and he knows being impaled on his cock is one of your favorite pastimes. so he’s going to keep you there for as long as he wants.

[onlymingyus]

hi mars!! i love u i hope u are well :) now. i bet you think i am bringing you hard thots about jun huh. well i am NOT!!! because instead i am bringing you hard thots about mingyu and woozi and voyeurism. perhaps also some lingerie. do with this what you will. have fun teehee i love u

You are a literal demon.

So I thought about this for far too long and thank you for @wonwussy for helping me to brainstorm.

A little backstory to lead in to how I see this happening -- Jihoon and Gyu are in a poly/perhaps fwb-esque relationship with the reader. Maybe they haven't moved into a full relationship with her (writing this as afab) but perhaps they all live together, have separate rooms so say horny Gyu hears needy whimpers from his room....(the way I put too much thought into this for them).

Jihoon raises a brow seeing Mingyu standing near your door. It wasn't open fully but enough that you had to know he was there even if you weren't acknowledging him. You always did love an audience and Jihoon wasn't stupid. He could hear your whimper and he was sure that was what had drawn Mingyu to you as well.

Smacking the taller man's arm so he would move slightly, Jihoon raised his brow and stifled a groan to what Mingyu had been keeping to himself. "Fuck you, Mingyu." The words were barely whispered, both men afraid to bother you though again they knew you knew they were watching you, a smirk on your lips as your fingers slid past the lace covering your already swollen folds.

"I don't want to fuck you, I want to fuck her...but god she's so pretty to just watch. I swear to god, I'll fucking cum in my pants if I wait much longer." Wrinkling his nose, Jihoon rolls his eyes to Mingyus words though he could sympathize especially when you arch your breast into your hands, your fingers sliding the lacy bra down to expose the pert nipple to the air.

"If one of you doesn't fuck me soon, I really will fuck myself. I have so many toys...I'll lock my door next time."

Mingyu almost trips over his feet to start moving causing Jihoon to scoff into a laugh as he moves with much more grace to your bed grabbing your wrist pulling it away from your pussy up to his lips to suck your fingers clean. "Greedy little whore. Don't you fucking dare."

Hard Hours Open

[rationalisms]

okay i'm still (slowly lol) watching extraordinary attorney woo, and - the relationship between young-woo and su-yeon is super romantic??? young-woo calling her spring sunshine????? hello???????

I KNOW MY JAW DROPPED AT THAT SCENE IT'S UNREAL.......... it doesn't get better from there tbh you have a lot of hatecrimes ahead of you i'm sorry to say. even the things in the upcoming plot about them that are ostensibly supposed to be about heterosexuality just read unbelievably gay.

it's so hard for me to take it seriously whenever they try to make the het between young-woo and jun-ho happen because they are always going FULL OUT with the slow-mo and the romantic music and everything and i'm just like "they were still outclassed in romantic chemistry five minutes ago when woo was talking to choi sorry not sorry"

i haven't finished s1 yet (i still have six episodes left bc i'm just watching one a week) but i'm excited to hear ur thots on it once we both finish :^) i have A LOT of them (and most of them are positive!)

[wonusite]

Lets talk about the x in the nsfw alphabet because i am bored af (when i say avarage i mean around 5 to 6 inches or 12-15 cm lenght and 3 and half inches or 9 cm soft thickness. I'll mostly use cm because thats easier for me lol)

Seungcheol definitly has a thick one, not sure about the lenght but absolutely thick, probably has avarage lenght tho, i dont think he is below avarage by any means

Jeonghan is avarage lenth and thickness and i cant see him any other way, maybe a little bit longer than avarage, could be 16 cm maybe

I feel like joshua and Hoshi has long but not-thick-at-all dicks and maybe Seungkwan but he is probably a little bit shorter and thicker then these two

Jun definitly has a long and beautiful dick, idk if youve watched sex and the city but sam describes one of her fuck buddy's dick and says "it was long and as beautiful as a rose" or smt like that and i think this is jun

Wonwoo is definitly a monster cock, around 20 cm (7.8 inches) lenght and 12 cm (4.7 inches) thicknes (i thought about this is soft but then it would be neat impossible to take and i dont wanna make this unrealistic so yeah)

Jihoon is THICK and i dont really think he is longer than avarage but he definitly THICK

Seokmin is long and thick but not monster somehow? He is 17 cm (6.6 inches) and 12 cm (5 inches) thick when hard

Mingyu... Just like Wonwoo he is above avarage all the way and i wont take any disagreement. Around 20 cm again (8 inches, too lazy to write fractions) and 15 cm (6 inches) thick

Minghao is just like jun, he has a beautiful one. Definitly above avarage length but not too much, maybe 17 cm at most and avarage thickness but i repeat he has a beautiful one and idk how to describe it he just has a beautiful one

Vernon is just avarage, may be a little bit thicker than avarage but not much

Chan is thicker than avarage, a good 2 cm (1 inch) thicker AT LEAST but avarage length, 15-16 cm

All of these came from just wanting to write about how both Hoshi and joshua has "long but not-thick-at-all" vibes lol

Also i can confirm that idubilu is my fave song, Minghao singing the line "i dont understand but i love but i love you" kills me everytime, i am officially addicted

And i am on my period so if you dont mind it i will probably send some asks about how members would be like when their partner in on their period and who would be into period sex because why not

this wrecked me so bad omfg 😫

and i absolutely love that line too like it just hits different idk 🫠

ofc i don’t mind bb. i will be waiting patiently for your thots 👀

[lnterrobcng]

ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴏ …

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Atlas Kanade NICKNAME: n/a (yet? feel free to call him whatever you want) BIRTHDATE: [ coming soon ] AGE: twenty seven ZODIAC: [ coming soon ] GENDER: cis man PRONOUNS: he/him SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORENTATION: gay asf ETHNICITY: japanese/indonesian LABLE: the mongoose LOYALTY: White Crocodiles OTHER: he’s a replicant

[ tw for non graphic mentions death, parental death, and drug use ]

INTELLIGENTS ...

OCCUPTATION: owner of ralphs boxing gym OCCUPTATION HISTORY: n/a LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, japanese, mandarin, cantonese, french, spanish, portuguese, russian, probably more if he really wanted to

SKILLS: he’s very naturally talented at most if not all things he tries, he’s just that skilled idk what to say. definitely isn’t any sort of programming. / hyping up and interacting with a crowd. / networking with other people. / good at thinking on his toes. / more coming soon ... WEAKNESSES: anything artistic rip. / really bad at reading people. he’s very un-insightful. / attractive men will always be his biggest weakness. he’s just a thot. / he’d rather be anywhere than doing work. he’ll do it, but he will complain the whole time. / more coming soon ...

PSYCHOLOGY ...

POSITIVE TRAITS: outgoing, friendly, strong willed, intelligent, quick thinking NEGATIVE TRAITS: self serving, dramatic, arrogant, bad listener, oblivious MBTI TYPE: tbd ENNEAGRAM TYPE: tbd MORAL ALIGNMENT: tbd... TEMPRAMENT: Sanguine MENTAL ILLNESSES: n/a

TROPES: [ coming soon ] CHARACTER INSPIRATION: artemis fowl (artemis fowl), young jun (warrior), nydas okiro (critical role exu: calamity), more coming soon ...

HISTORY ...

[ what actually happened ] ... he was created and programmed in a lab at stoneage industries ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ███████ ███████ █ ████████ ██████ █████ ███████████ █████ ████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ███████ ███████ █ ████████ ██████ █████ ███████████ █████ ████ ... [ what he believes happened ] he was born to parents Kento and Eka Kanade in Tokyo Japan where he lived until he was about ten years old. After working hard to earn the money his parents moved their small family to New York City where – like with many foreign parents – they encouraged their son to do the best he could, and integrate into their new home as best as he could.

[ what actually happened ] ... atlas was programmed to be a skillful individual that specialized in bodily-kinsthetic intelligence, linguistic intelligence, and logical-mathematic intelligence ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ███████ ███████ █ ████████ ██████ █████ ███████████ █████ ██████████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ███████ ███████ █ ████████ ██████ █████ ███████████ █████ ██████████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ███████ ███████ █ ████████ ██████ █████ ███████████ █████ ████ ... [ what he believes happened ] atlas did well in school. a little too well at some points, finding it mostly boring, and pointless. Like many kids who were not engaged he ended up acting out, getting in trouble, and falling in with the wrong crowd. Despite this he managed to keep his grades up and graduated at the top of his class, though nothing much came from his education beyond that.

[ what actually happened ] ... ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ███████ ███████ █ ████████ ██████ █████ ███████████ █████ ██████████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ███████ ███████ █ ████████ ██████ █████ ███████████ █████ ██████████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ███████ ███████ █ ████████ ██████ █████ ███████████ █████ ████ ... [ what he believes happened ] it wasn’t long after graduation that Atlas’s parents died in a car accident. It was this that frayed what little connections he had to any responsibility, and ... he left. He took the money he got from his parents life insurance (a very large sum) and he left his home that he had almost no connection to, he left his friends that were not very good friends to begin with and traveled the world. He hopped from party to party across the globe. doing nothing but using, drinking, fucking, and fighting. what else was there to really do in life?

[ what actually happened ] ... ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ███████ ███████ █ ████████ ██████ █████ ███████████ █████ ████ ... [ what he believes happened ] eventually after a blur of five years indulging in self destructive behavior anywhere that would have him, he found himself back in NYC.

Everything previous to that is a bit fuzzy, but somehow he found himself living in an apartment above some boxing gym called Ralph. Ralph was the older man who owned the gym, and his apartment. He was wise, he was kind, and he took a look at what a mess Atlas must have been and helped him become ... well, nothing to really shake a stick at, but at least less of a mess. Atlas had a mind for money, and business, and was good with crowds of people. In no time at all the small Ralph’s Boxing Gym became a fun place to come Friday nights to spend a little money on your favorite fighters – under the table, of course.

When Atlas was around twenty three Ralph passed away, leaving him fully in charge of the gym, and anything that might happen with it. Uncertain of what to do, and on the verge of panicking at all the new found responsibility some people he’d made connections to through the fights stepped in and offered to help. To run the betting (unbeknownst to Ralph who likely would have disliked the idea) Atlas had formed a few connections with the White Crocodiles, a local organization who specialized in things like that. After Ralph’s death those connections did nothing but grow stronger. Atlas found himself a member of the organization himself, and allowing not only them to run the betting, but use the gym for other activities, the location fully becoming White Crocodile territory for the past five years.

Not only has the gym thrived in the past five years but so has Atlas, integrating easily within the White Crocodiles. It was difficult at first, as he does not exactly come across as a strong individual, but he’s proven himself time and time again to be a worthy asset for the organization, and they have proven themselves good friends to have for Atlas. Things are going smoothly, he can’t complain.

CONNECTIONS ...

PARENTS: kento kanade [ father, deceased (non existent) ], eka kanade [ mother, deceased (non existent) ] OTHER FAMILY: n/a POSITIVE CONNECTIONS: [ coming soon ] ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS: [ coming soon ] NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS: [ coming soon ]

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

[ hook ups, fuck buddies, friends with benefits, etc ] this boy puts the ho in homosexual. so if you are interested in anything like this whether it was a one off thing, or regularly happens. he has no inhabitations and is always down to clown.

[ drinking buddies, party pals, etc ] when he’s not working, he’s out getting wasted, and partying. what else are you going to do? it’s not like he sleeps all that much for some odd reason. so any characters who work at bars, or clubs, or just go out a lot it’s very likely they would know atlas well.

[ white crocodiles ] please

[ stoneage industries ] so he would not know anything about these people, beyond what he might have heard in the news. but I have a very clear idea of someone from stoneage industries that does know who he is, though he has no idea who they are. maybe just some random person he’s run into, that he’s become friendly with. maybe they are keeping tabs on him, maybe they are checking in on him, maybe they really did just randomly run into him. I think it would be an interesting relationship to form. someone who knew everything about him (more than he actually knows about himself), and him having no idea who they really are.

[ a mentor figure ] this boy does nothing but look for people to help him know what to do, because he does not know what to do on his own. likely someone within the white crocodiles, but it can be someone neutral, or from stoneage industries perhaps.

[ more serious relationships ] I mean either platonically or romantically. I don’t think he would have any currently, but I’d love to see him struggle to form one. he is not the type to really legitimately connect with a person on a serious level. and maybe this really all depends on dash chemistry, but if you are interested let me know.

[ enemies ] simple. let’s do it. he’s a bit of a brash guy, stubborn, and does not read people well. I can imagine anything from annoyances, to really being legit I will kill you if I see you again enemies. I’d love to come up with some chaotic reasons for this.

[asbestieos]

holds microphone up to u Thots on junkana . also kohaai bc ive been thingkging abt them

AGAUAHAHHEHEHEH!! HUEUEHESUH!! hi melty hehe ehejdeh eh GO TO SLEEP SOON but hi ♡

junkana

AGRHRHRGRGR RHEGAUAH I O HGAA WUAUAGAA A A AWUU O O Y U O I U UUUUHUU U U U U H U UUUU HUUUU UU UHU U UU U O UU

KANAJUN JUNKANA MY WORLD.. please they never had a chance they shouldve been inseparable they shouldve had everything.. theyre like asuka evangelion.. the way kaname clings to and relies on jun when he initially demoted to ns student.. and how theyre both a little tsun so its hard for them to even get around to realizing they think of each other positively… sorry i cant be normal about guy who admires his friend’s tenacity and sees the good in him + guy who has never ever been looked up to or loved ever, i know jun would be kaname’s #1 fan and support if he were there at the metamorphosis live 💔 please the casual homosexuality between them is insane. pheromones. sexy pheromones. theyd be so annoying and obnoxious together, can you imagine? take my hand. ill show you. they come to starbucks and hold up the front register for five minutes. kaname’s too anxious to order he doesnt even know what drink he wants and hes whining to jun about what drink he should get and jun has Never Fucking Been Here Before. hes staring at the pastry case. he thinks he wants a bagel. kaname does not want to eat he wants something to drink. jun suggests a drink kaname rejects it for too much sugar or too bitter he somehow knows the flavor profile of the entire menu despite having only ever ordered caramel frappuccinos (and i should know i have watched him regularly enter). they continue this cycle with every single drink on the menu. it has been ten minutes. the line’s backed up to the door. kaname settles on a caramel frappe. what size. venti. no, grande. actually no venti jun split it with me. youre splitting it with me. actually could you make that a caramel crunch frappe? could you make it decaf? how much? 6.02. both kaname and jun take out debit cards. they spat over whose paying. it has been fifteen minutes. the line is backed up into the parking lot. they pay. five minutes later theyre kicked out of the cafe for disturbing the peace and making out so sloppily their drool could be used to polish the table tops. end scene

kohaai

yeah ♡

edit: kohaai is so everything to me because fate really did bring them together.. its funny i hc that before he was put in the zashikirou, kohaku literally told aira everything about his situation like being an assassin and everything and aira straight up thought it was fake and he was just being 9 and an edgy emo boy weirdo GDJDBDJ like kohaku is funny because he comes off as the type of sixth grader to type very seriously. He tries to act really mature on the internet. He uses perfect grammar and verbose vocabulary and whatever the hell and youd never expect hes some little scrungly with an accent. i think when they first realized they met irl aira was like NOOOO HES 100% DISAPPOINTED WITH ME IN HIS HEAD ISNT HE HE SECRETLY HATES ME NOOO and kohakus like heheh 😊 he is my sun ☀️

they mean much to me they simply adore each other and its so sweet.. auagauagaugh a aahaug ygau guaga ga a aga a im getting cavities

honest opinion ship ask game

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

I posted 6,222 times in 2022

That's 276 more posts than 2021!

570 posts created (9%)

5,652 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,184 of my posts in 2022

#mdzs - 562 posts

#mo dao zu shi - 532 posts

#original thots - 412 posts

#wangxian - 201 posts

#writing attempts - 106 posts

#wwx - 63 posts

#incorrect mdzs quotes - 36 posts

#mdzs incorrect quotes - 36 posts

#lwj - 14 posts

#same - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i honestly see lxc as an example of how lack of information/lack of depth of information and excessive trustworthiness can misguide someone

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Wei Ying has his fear of dogs, Lan Zhan deals with it the best he can by shooing the dogs away and he gets kisses in return plenty

But my personal headcanon is that both the fearsome Yiling Patriarch and his illustrous Hanguang-Jun have a shared fear/disgust of spiders

Fierce corpses, ghosts, ancient beasts? Fair game.

Spiders?

Nah, they don't fuck with that.

"Lan Zhan, you saw it first, you deal with it."

"No."

"What do you mean no?! Aren't you my husband? You're supposed to protect me!"

"Mn. But you are also my husband, so, likewise."

"This is ridiculous. You're Hanguang-Jun, the Second Jade of Lan. That's just a stupid spider!"

"You are also the Yiling Patriarch, the grandmaster of demonic cultivation."

"Lan Zhan, come on, we can't stay up on this table forever. Just kill it!"

"Killing is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses."

"A whole lot of things we do are forbidden in the Cloud Recesses but that never stopped you before!"

"Mn."

"No 'mn'!! You have to do something about it and quickly, unless it..."

"Wei Ying?"

"The...the spider...I don't know where it is, it's gone!!"

"Gone?!"

(Sizhui comes to visit and finds his two most respected parental figures in battle stances, Chenqing is out, talismans float about and the two very graciously stand on their spiritual swords safely away from the floor.

Sizhui kills the spider.)

985 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#4

"Ask me now, see if I would deny you anything." is the most romantic, erotic, emotional, heart-wrenching, devotion-filled, loving sentence I have ever read and I will never recover from it

1,030 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#3

AITA for getting punched in the face?

So I (16, M) am betrothed to a girl (16, F) I don't really like but my mom and her mom made the arrangement before we were born and neither of our dads (or us) get much say in this because our moms are scary.

Anyway, I really don't like this girl. She's just average and the only reason we're supposed to marry is because our moms are sworn sisters and we're from powerful, noble families. Not to brag, but I'm exceptionally good-looking and highly skilled, and I don't think a girl so meek and ordinary would be fit for me at all.

I don't see the point of hiding my disdain for her. Anyone with a good pair of eyes can see how different I am from her and there is no point in me pretending I feel any different about her.

To preface, I don't think I'm the asshole and I want to prove I'm not the only one who thinks that.

Onto the story:

Some friends were talking about pretty girls and such, and since I don't necessarily care for those discussions, I kept silent. One of them then mentioned I am not saying anything because I am already in love with my forced fiancee and see no other girls as interesting.

I simply responded like I did above: that I find her unappealing and she's not at all my type. Which prompted her almost-brother (long story, but the guy isn't even adopted in the family, just hangs out around them and somehow ended up as head disciple) to punch me in the face. Hard.

I am not weak at all but the hit took me by surprise and led to me walking around with a swollen face for several days. The guy got punished but not without him and my fiancee's actual brother both calling me an asshole.

Could you all convince them I am NTA once and for all?

Edit 1: To update you all, I actually did marry my fiancee (not resulting from the arranged marriage, it was annuled and then we ended up falling in love on our own) and she's an amazing, kind and beautiful person with whom I am going to have a son in a few months.

I was an arrogant, annoying, entitled, incel-esque piece of shit two years ago but thankfully, I got better and am on the way of becoming a decent person and hopefully a good father!!

I love my wife very much and I regret I didn't treat her right from the start, but I now have the rest of my life to make it up to her although I know she has already forgiven me anyway.

Growth is a wonderful thing and I think everyone should embrace it. I used to really hate my life and resent my parents for the environment they have raised me in as an arranged marriage couple that was never really happy. I thought the same would happen to me and I projected all of that onto my wife for no reason - but now I am happily married and feel so loved and appreciated that I can't help but model after my wife's kindness and good character.

Edit 2: My son just came into the world a few days ago. He is happy and healthy and I am fighting with my wife about who gets to hold him more!! I can't wait for his one month celebration, I'll try to make up with my wife's brothers and make sure my son has all his uncles in his life! I'll update you all with pictures after the event!

Last updated: 15 years ago

1,304 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#2

Wangxian is like

WWX, perfectly capable of defending himself: Lan Zhaaan save me!!

LWJ, perfectly aware that WWX can defend himself: *saves him with no hesitation*

And then they kiss

1,652 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Wei Ying is a trophy wife icon

Does not have a job

Husband pays for everything

Spends time with the kids all day

Gets dicked down silly every day

Can focus on his hobbies and interests without needing to work

Is insanely pretty

1,914 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

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[junkissed]

need to ride jun's abs so bad this isn't funny anymore . 💤

i soooo get you but also... what if you were riding jun's cock and right before you're about to cum he lifts your hips off of him and ruins your orgasm and instead makes you ride his abs and you have to cum from that before he'll let you have his cock again. honestly i think he would be just as into ab riding as you are, if not more (and trust me i am very into ab riding). it gives him a rush knowing you can easily get off merely by grinding against his stomach. he would hold onto your hips so tightly and drag your pussy back and forth, making sure your clit touches every single ridge of his toned abs. he would tense the muscles so it would give you something nice and hard to grind against and the entire time he would be praising you at how well you ride him (but also at the same time lowkey bragging about how good his abs are; we've seen his lives lolol and we know he loves to tease us about his abs). "does that feel good, sweetheart? which do you like more, riding my abs or riding my cock? silly question- i know it's a tough choice, baby. you want both. and i'll let you have both, if you keep being such a good girl and cum all over my abs. then you can have my cock, hm?" and then when you do finally cum, he'd make you move so you can see the trail of wetness you've left all over his body and he'd coo about how you're always so wet and beautiful and desperate for him. and only then he would let you ride his cock again

[sluttyminghao]

thots ab jun going down on your for the first time??

“How will I know if I’m making you feel good?”

His question makes you laugh, but it fades out quickly when you realise he’s being dead serious. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek and lower yourself onto the bed with your legs spread, his eyes widening at the wonderful sight before him.

“Oh, trust me, you’ll know.”

He leans his body down onto the mattress so that he is parallel to you and keeps your legs open with his large hands. You can feel his warm breath fanning against your thighs and it makes you shiver, not going unnoticed by your boyfriend.

You don’t notice the smirk, or his tongue poking out to wet his lips, but what you do notice is his mouth finally making contact with your cunt, his plush lips wrapping around you and sucking just hard enough to have your legs clenching and your eyes rolling.

If he hadn’t told you he was basically a virgin at eating someone out, you would’ve thought it was his day job. With the way he licked, sucked and even occasionally nibbled, he had you seeing stars within only moments, and you weren’t sure when you started tugging on his hair, but his small grunts of appreciation seemed to spur the both of you on even further.

“You feeling good sweetheart?” He brings his mouth off you briefly to gauge how you’re feeling, but brings one hand to your clit and lets his thumb rub small, quick circles on the bud to keep you on edge. He smirks when you don’t reply to his question, instead bucking your hips up uselessly and whines endlessly falling from your lips.

“Gonna...cum,” you manage to stutter out, and that only makes Junhui more inclined to speed up his fingers and tongue to bring you over the edge. The situation became so heated that the feeling of you pulling on Jun’s hair gets him hard and he begins grinding into the mattress, small moans emanating from him and consequently sending you over the edge of your orgasm with a loud moan.

Your legs were shaking and your mind fuzzy, but you had a dopey grin on your face and your boyfriend looking at you with love and awe. He brings a rag down to clean you up, but you stop him before he can start cleaning you. He looks at you with a quizzical expression.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

[sluttywonwoo]

i was just thinking about it but then the thought™ snowballed into several thots™,, what kind of cosplay or outfits do you think would turn the members on the most?? bc i totally...didn't envision seungkwan...getting hard...from seeing you in a a volleyball jersey...haha what pshh...

seungcheol: playboy bunny!!

jeonghan: a classic professor look would really do it for him (bad boy who needs to be punished, you get the idea)

joshua: an angel costume (or maybe demon) is a good way to exploit his corruption kink

jun: maid outfit (even though he’d probably rather be the one wearing it)

soonyoung: do i have to…

wonwoo: his favorite video game character would have that man’s eyes bulging out of his head

jihoon: bruno mars hmm a ceo look or pretending to be his boss would get him going

seokmin: i’m thinking poison ivy or harley quinn

mingyu: maybe a sexy chef… or just like an apron with nothing on underneath

minghao: an artist who’s looking for their muse/a nude model to pose for them (involves paint and gets very messy)

seungkwan: definitely the volleyball uniform 100%

vernon: hooter’s server. you know i’m right.

chan: power ranger. the pink one.

[taehyun-s]

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[tauremornalome]

jc/lwj? this had not occurred to me but i'm thinking about it now and i am Intrigued. it seems extremely sad, which i like about it.

disclaimer, i am Really Bad at talking about things i like in fiction because dhdgsjdhdj Words Difficult (and also its almost 2 am rn)

BUT aaaaa yes!! extremely sad and angry, both of them. excellent mixture. let them argue and also kiss about it.

imagine you are jiang cheng and you lost Everything and you have like 3 relatively calm years to get your shit together. your sect, kinda isolated from others by the fact that you are not sworn bros with 3zun. your nephew, who is a baby and then a toddler and whose existence reminds you about everything you've lost. your own emotions - haha, good luck getting that in order lmao. for the expected period of time (or maybe a lil longer) you wear mourning robes, ONLY for your SISTER of-FUCKING-course (and you will whip anyone who suggests that you might be also maybe grieving wei wuxian).

also you saved that spooky flute and you rlly don't know what to do with it so you Repress Emotions Even Harder. and maybe hope someones gonna come and collect it (someone whos NOT jin guangyao, that lil snake. fuck off jin guangyao you are NOT getting yiling patriarch's flute. Stop Breaking Into My Chambers And Trying To Steal It)

and then. and then lan FUCKING wangji leaves his seclusion in Dramatic and also Very Fashionable Mourning Robes and you are like, ohhh master lan did someone die at the cloud recesses?? but wangji shoots you The Glare and of course you know who he is mourning. and you try very hard not to lose ur patience, right, and you wait for him to like maybe Stop and Get Over It, come on. but he doesn't, and also looks at you like you should be ashamed for not doing the same as him.

(also wangjis got a kid now and you perhaps remember a toddler running around the burial mounds, and you listen to the lan clan go "oh yes its hanguang juns illegitimate son, mhm. his name is Lan Imissweiying" and you are like. HOW is anyone buying this dumb story)

Yeah now imagine you are lan zhan and There Is No More Joy In Your Life, Birth Is A Curse And Existence Is A Prison, and you leave your seclusion being still depressed as fuck, and theres that guy who basically kind of killed wei ying. and even if he didnt kill him he still, you know, attempted. so. and that guy is apparently now famous for hunting demonic cultivators for sport??? for who knows what purposes but rlly probably nothing good considering he's whipping them with sexy lightning whip. and you are like, hey, i am ALSO gonna hunt demonic cultivators. No I Dont Know What Imma Do With Them. maybe ill find wei ying, u kno, since i lost my purpose in life anyway.

for the record, jiang cheng is probably also not sure what for hes hunting demonic cultivators. he has NO idea what hes gonna do if he actually finds wei wuxian.

So they probably keep running into each other??? And being VERY pissed off about it. knowing jiang cheng hes gonna yell at lwj for everything Except nightless city, and knowing lan zhan hes gonna reply "mn. btw u killed wei ying" to every single sentence jc says to him.

Yeah look I AM WEAK and also i read way too much foe yay not to want this to turn into Angry Depressed Desperate Making Out, u kno.

so they are both angry, repressed and depressed and well dressed so they have sex about it instead of going to therapy and Somehow it helps. Not because of the Depression-Curing Dick trope which i hate but because they look at each other afterwards and go "uh, fuck, things have gotten REALLY bad if im sleeping with HIM to forget about it"

and then they probably have sex again and again because they are still fucking stupid

other thots i have about jc/lwj include:

- them begrudgingly working together to bring down some wwx impersonator while still hating each others guts

- jc confronting lwj about sizhui and the Dumbest Cover Story Ever

- idk yet im thinking bout this but i Really need a situation where its CRUCIAL that wangji uses musical cultivation but doesnt have his guqin bc some dumb reasons and jc is like, here, catch this and gives him freakin Chenqing and wangji wants to Murder him but plays the damn flute bc otherwise they are gonna die and as jc pointed out sizhui will be left alone in the world

- lwj IS DEFINITELY GONNA FIGURE OUT THE GOLDEN CORE THING come on. wangji is hurt or sth and jc uses spiritual energy to heal him and suddenly wangjiis like WAIT A MINUTE I KNOW THIS SPIRITUAL PATTERN WHATS GOING ON bonus points if hes like. Delirious and starts calling for wei ying and jiang cheng invents 23 new swearwords to let him know what he thinks about him

- jc at some point awkwardly tries to give chenqing to lan wajgji but lwj gives it back to him

yeah and at some point they Stop having sex about it, and they both kind of.... Calm Down, and wangji is still wearing the mourning robes but hes less obnoxious about it, and jiang cheng still whips ppl but now he has a better idea of what hes gonna do if he finds wei wuxian.

and they are... friends.... now? neither of them will say it out loud but like. They Are Friends Now.

and then when they are basically almost done with Unhealthy Grieving Mechanisms wei wuxian actually comes back to life and ????¿??¿??¿¿¿?? Fuck, thinks lan zhan. Fuck, thinks jiang cheng.

......ahem. SORRY, this has gotten slightly out of hand. Im Emotional about it.

theres one fic on ao3 that i really love and which expresses a lot of the things about this that i couldnt express; i will link it in the replies when i find it

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TL;DR they are both too angry and have their brains Fucked Up by wwx's death, they are not willing to go to therapy so they should at least kiss about it; also go read the fic i linked in the replies because its excellent

[myuheru-archive]

imagine being just any other regular student at gusu lan and hearing wwx’s story from an outside perspective like the kid who was clearly crushing on the star disciple gets kicked out for being too annoying and then a couple years later in the midst of war u hear that he started doing evil flutist necromancy so hard that he died and then over a decade passes and u learn that he was actually resurrected in the body of the local gay lunatic and after he exposed the biggest scandal and political crimes in the sects recent history he got married to THE hanguang jun who everyone thot hated him also they have a son