#( thread;; Hyungsik)

[vienrose]

I have old ongoing threads in my drafts with some of you so I would like to know if you still want me to reply to those. Please like or answer on this post.

@lunaxriax Hyungsik and Jisoo click here / Jisung and Damian click here @collectivemesses Alvin and Damian click here @jjongribo Seongmin and Chanwoo click here @thesquad-rp Minhee and Chanwoo click here

Thank you!

p.s sorry I'm so late with this.

[parkminijiminie]

Idk why everyone always brings up saeon into this when he clearly stated he's not a part of the community.

I personally believe jm has very few frnds or he likes to keep only few people close cause of past incidents. Jm was seen with sungwoon too but since he's in a military i think jimin simply hang out with the person who's left and is close to him.

Jm's other friends have also shared his clothes I have seen a thread one time wish i could link it but it was long back.

Jimin was also seen with someone else too hanging out some say it was bangchan but idt like idk where did they came up with that. The body from behind looks like bangchan but correlation him nd jm has? Nothing we know of.

Enwoo and jm ain't a thing at all it's just pjms love the idea of so they joke around and they love pissing off jkkrs so they make those threads of jm-enwoo and jm-saeon. I have seen it pjms admitting it that they love pissing us off so they do it. They want to prove that jkk's bond ain't any special lol.

Tae always hang out with wooga but there's this one guy in wooga who's an actor apart fron seojoon hyungsik or something like that is his name and that guy is always with taehyung doesn't matter if they're hanging out with grp or not you'll always see them together. He's seen with that guy the MOST out of anyone till now so am i supposed to think they're dating? I mean they do give each other kisses on cheeks and all. Just because saeon worked in bl drama does not mean they have to have a relationship cause the guy clearly said he's not a part of the community.

I guess now that JK has been (almost) confirmed to have been with a girl, people really want to believe that JM also has a partner?

To be honest, I'd love it if JM had someone special but we shouldn't bring Saeon too much into it. He did after all say he's not queer and even if he is in the closet, he doesn't want to be seen as more than an ally . We should respect his decision.

[thewildfl0wer]

En la pequeña oficina, frente a esa avenida ruidosa con carruajes y carretas tirada por caballos, Henry Maywood tenia en sus manos la carta de su querido amigo quien se encontraba en Chipping. Al escuchar el timbre, se acercó a abrir la puerta, encontrándose con aquella bella y elegante mujer que le dejaba sin palabras con su presencia y lo dejaba petrificado en el portal del apartamento. 

—Oh! J-Justo esperaba su llegada, Ms. Eunice, entre, entre— Reaccionó con torpeza haciéndose a un lado para que pasara. Aún estando un tiempo trabajando juntos, aún no sabia como actuar con ella en muchas ocasiones.—L-Llegó la correspondencia, incluso una carta de Sullivan ¿Quiere leerla conmigo? Requiero...de sus saberes en medicina—

@waideweik​

[sunwinea]

‘  hey,   jinri noona!   did you know i can see into the future?  ’    hyungsik says as he keeps up with her strides in a light jog,   goofy grin apparent on features.   the look in his eyes are almost concerning.

@sugaredz​,    hyungsik  &  jinri!

[hyuckcherie]

I’ve seen my mutual do this and although this is a little bit different,,

Every time we ( me and @sunsetsoobin ) miss bambi eyes (park hyung sik, minmin) we shall add to this thread🤧

[hanvbin]

ycosik.

🕊️

el de tez morena se encuentra ensimismado en un rincón de la biblioteca, larga jornada de búsqueda apenas empieza. tantos años deseó volver a ser normal, común y corriente pero ahora siente que está incompleto. “ no, no, no ” eleva entonación cuando ve manos ajenas cerrar libro sin marca páginas colocado. “ me llevó toda la mañana encontrar dos oraciones con la información que todes necesitamos ” expresa con frustración, tristeza. deja caer su cabeza hacia atrás, brazos a su costado. “ ¿por qué hiciste eso? ”

‘ era la página mil quinientos cincuenta y… nueve, si aún te interesa ’ aunque en un inicio sólo se encargó de memorizar el número en el pie de página, ahora que lo piensa con detenimiento, debió tomarle una cantidad de tiempo considerable llegar hasta ahí sin scientia, lo cual explica la frustración explícita en los vocablos masculinos. ‘ ¿no creerás que soy tan descuidado con tu trabajo, cierto? ’ sonríe con sutileza, posando ambos brazos alrededor de su cuello para recargar momentáneamente su peso en él. ‘ lo que quise decir cerrando este libro es: deberías parar. ¿aunque quizá eso se traduce a entrometerme en tus asuntos de una forma demasiado descarada? ’, medita, apartándose del mayor para retroceder. ‘ es decir, la cifra de ejemplares aquí es monstruosa. lo que sea que nos propongamos no lo lograremos en un día, así que… es suficiente mientras nos esmeremos en hacerlo lo mejor que podamos ‘ supone, ‘ no deberías extenuarte tanto. ’

[sunsetslvrs]

hyungsik + mason tag dump

[omuse]

𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  yejun  song was  known  as  the  sensitive  &  amicable  king’s attendant  with  a  reputation  for  being  a  park  hyungsik  doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born  unaffiliated  seelie  has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather  clumsy  &  distracted  .   let’s  see  how  long  the  merowech  native  will  last  during  this  war  .   after  all  they’re  only  twenty - five  /  immortal .   +  he / them  &  demi  male  ,   original  character.

hullo, it’s kay again, this time with an oc ! to introduce myself again quickly, i go by she/her pronouns & i’m 20 ! i’m super excited bring yejun, an odd boy, who is a seelie fae. he works at the merowech castle as the king’s attendant & takes care of the gardens as well — i would love to establish plots & connections w him, so feel free to hit me up OR give this a like and i will head your way ♡ more abt him as well as some plot ideas are below the cut !!

BIOGRAPHY

his mother a servant before him, yejun was brought up in the castle. he wasn’t noble by any means, but his mother was a well-regarded attendant of the kingdom, and he was brought up similarly to those of his peers. he had the chance to get education with nobles sometimes, and on other occasions, he helped his mother around, smiling and helping her arrange the garden.

his mother passed away when he was sixteen. it was sudden, leaving him alone in the world. however, his peers in the castle and the royal family was kind enough to let him continue work and get his education there. yejun is forever grateful to them, and worked hard to get where he is now. he is a diligent worker, even when he can be distracted other times, when he is focused, he will get the job done the best he can.

right now he is working as the king’s attendant, helping with his itinerary and whatever else he might need. the favourite part of his job is tending to the gardens. he often uses his magic there to tend to them, and he feels connected to his mother through nature. even when he isn’t working, he can either be found there or in the forest.

in many ways, he has grown closeted to the outer world and what it holds. he doesn’t know a lot about other species or people, but he is ever so curious to learn. on one of his trips to the forest, he met remi, and continuously grew more and more fond of the other. it soon turned into full fledged love, and yejun adores him so much. it hurts to be parted, there are many questions in his mind, but even an hour spent with him makes him smile for days to come.

he is a spring fae with light pink wings. yejun is quite tall, and gangly in stature, tending to trip over his feet when he is excited. the boy can be often easily distracted, and when he is wrapped up in his own mind, it can be exceptionally tricky to get him out of it. other times, he is very friendly, charming and excited.

PLOT IDEAS

clumsy boy, he ran into yours running around

he is easily convinced so myb s/o who fools him 

friends !! acquaintances, annoyances

other species he is curious abt

other ppl from merowech he knew since he was a kid

potentially his dad he never knew

ppl who knew his mom who died 9 years ago

anything & everything !!

we can also brainstorm off of these or nplan ew things !! and like i said above ! i would love to establish connections / plots / threads so pls hit me up or like this and i’ll come at ya ♡

[hyacinthva-blog]

( park hyungsik, cismale, he/him ) — welcome back, YEON EUNSOO. i’m surprised you’re still a FIELD AGENT ! congrats ! you’re TWENTY SEVEN years old ? our agents usually don’t last that long ! :O I see you’ve been given a FINNISH SPITZ. funny how it seems they work harder than you ! can’t wait for another lovely day of you being ADROIT. though, if we’re being honest, we really know you’re more RESTLESS. welp, have a good at work, agent HYACINTH. i really don’t care ! i’m a robot, i have no feelings.

— hullo everyone ! i’m kay and super duper excited to be here~ to introduce myself quickly, i’m 20, reside in the gmt+3 timezone and go by she/her pronouns. i’m available over tumblr im and almost always on d.scord, which is why you should def add me @ kay#5119 ! i’m going to be roleplaying as this hyperactive ball of energy, eunsoo, the oldest of yeon brothers && a field agent for 6 years now ! you can find more about him under the cut, but i would also loove to plot some connections & threads, so please don’t hesitate to hit me up or give this a LIKE ♡ and i will slide into your dms ! aaand without further ado, you can find more about him here —-

ABOUT

— their father disappears when he is only 2 years old, with a baby brother newly born. as expected, their mother has a lot on her plate; trying to take care of two boys and juggling work at the same time. however, eunsoo still has a happy childhood, even if he has many more responsibilities than his peers, he doesn’t mind.

— grows very protective over his family, especially his younger brother, eojin (ie. dongguk), and tries to help his mom as much as he can. from a young age, soo has an untreated adhd / hyperactivity disorder he deals with. 

— he has troubles with concentration and sitting still, but not wanting to cause more problems to his family than they already have, he directs that towards sports. he is a very good soccer player, plays whenever he can. as he gets older, he begins picking up any part time jobs he can juggle with his high school studies. 

— as he nears the age to go to a college, he has no idea what he wants to do with his life; thinks maybe he can get into a subpar university with a sports scholarship, but he isn’t sure if he should simply get a proper job instead — since their family needs that a lot more. 

— however, the answer comes to him instead when he gets an offer to join hwarang’s training program, having been noticed during one of his sports matches. it offers a lot more than what he can do by himself, so of course, he agrees to join training when he is eighteen. it takes him a bit longer than three years to graduate as a field agent, but he is over the moon when he officially becomes one of them.

— personality wise, he is very energetic, hectic and worrisome. wants to get things done quick, and he is very talkative, almost annoyingly so. it’s a good thing that he has a lot of stamina; since he can get things done with only a few hours of sleep, as long as he doesn’t crash. on the other end, he sometimes has problems concentrating still, especially when he has something else on his mind. however, luckily enough, he is very mission oriented, wants to make good work within the agency, so he works hard, as hard as he can to get the results he wants.

PLOT IDEAS

— training partners: this would be around 9-6 years ago, could be friends, could be rivalry, or maybe they didn’t get along well at all.

— partners in crime: people he works well with on the field. maybe they compliment each other well, and your muse doesn’t mind soo throwing ideas at them.

— in plain sight: maybe soo has hesitated during a mission, and your muse picked up on it. it depends on them what they would do with it!

— messed up together: the mission was a complete bust, and they are lucky they made it out alive, its either a reason to get closer, or they got more distant from one another. 

— mentor: esp when he first joined the agency, eunsoo was very lost. didn’t know what he got himself into, didn’t know what was expected of him, someone close that helped him on his way to become an agent would be great. eunsoo would trust them a lot, and look up to them a lot!

— car crash hearts: like i said, he is prone to crash when he lets things buble up, doesn’t sleep for a couple of days and has too much stuff on his mind. maybe your muse has witnessed him freaking out about something, or it was the first time you saw him so calm and upset, either way, it would be very interesting to see where it would lead!

— intimidated: perhaps your muse has showed their displeasure while eunsoo kept talking, or they are of high rank that he can’t help but feel intimidated with. it’s a tense relationship, but you can clearly see eunsoo trying to avert his eyes whenever ur in the same room.

— best friends: pls!!! soo is very affectionate, but doesn’t open up easily behind his cheerful façade. to have someone like this would be very interesting, soo has their back for sure!

— romance/exes/crushes: up to plotting! maybe exes who didnt work out, or maybe they slept together once, didn’t mean anything, or maybe it meant a lot but they can’t admit it to one another. i love pining, or something more established would be great as well! like i said before, soo is a handful & p affectionate, but he means well ;;

aaand i think that’s it ! i hope it made sense ! i would love to plot things, so if any of these strike your fancy or you’d like to brainstorm, feel free to hit me up, or GIVE THIS A LIKE ♡ and i’ll slide into your dms ! ♡ ♡ ♡

[1soos]

bonne nuit

genre: fluff, smut

type: one shot, photographer!au (though no photos are actually taken??) 

pairing: jungkook x female reader

warnings/things to look for: established relationship, brief mentions of misnaming (misnaming not done by reader or jungkook), hand job, ab play, reverse cowgirl, partially clothed sex, hair pulling (a lot of talk about hair in general), pussy slapping

length: 3.1k

summary: After a long day at work, you come home to relax.

Coming home has always been your favorite part of the day. The deconstruction of your office-self one piece of clothing at a time. The relief of stepping out of your heels right inside the door. The pure ecstasy of peeling a pair of control top pantyhose off your lower half before you even make it to your bedroom, followed quickly by your blouse and camisole, the deep xylophonic clicking of the zipper on the back of your skirt coming undone. Finally, reaching behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra to set your breasts free and being able to breathe deeply in a way that you haven’t since early in the morning.

You rub gently at the harsh red, indented lines that temporarily mar your skin from the pantyhose and the bra before finding one of Jungkook’s big white t-shirts to throw on. The neck of this one is so stretched out that it dips down below your collar bones. The peaks of your nipples apparent through the worn-thin fabric that falls down, down, down to just below the curve of your butt.

You slide your red, veiny feet into the absurdly fluffy house slippers that became necessary after starting this new job. The rubber grips on the bottom clack against the hardwood floors, that turns to muffled shuffling across the living room rug, and then back to noisy slaps against the kitchen tile. Jungkook isn’t home and you don’t feel like cooking, so you grab an apple from the bowl on the counter, the jar of peanut butter from the pantry, and a spoon from the utensil drawer and scoot your way to the couch in the living room, plopping down in front of the tv.

You take a bite from the apple and turn on Suits. A little Hyungsik after a long day is just what the doctor ordered.

Jungkook comes home to find you with one of your legs slung over the back of the couch, the other planted on the floor, spoonful of peanut butter in your mouth, and apple core held by the ends loosely in your hand.

“Hey babe,” he chuckles, “long day?” He takes the apple from you and tosses it into the waste basket.

You grunt around the spoon as he plays with your hair. You suck the spoon clean and set it on the coffee table. He tugs gently, and you sit up to make room for him to sit behind you, so he can properly get his hands in there. He twists and tugs, sending tingles of pleasure across your scalp. He gathers all of it in one hand and lifts it, blowing on your neck. If anyone else had their hands in your hair like this, you’d cut them off at the wrist and throw those hands into the river, but Jungkook is different, obviously. He’s the most tactile person you’ve ever dated. He loves touching you and being touched, skin to skin contact and warmth being his favorite. It was a huge change for you, but not necessarily unwelcome. He’d asked if it was all right before he touched any part of you for the first time, and any time after that when appropriate, and every time you were hesitant. However, you’d trusted Jungkook long before you loved him and there was just something about his hands especially when they were on you. They always feel like magic, like he knows exactly what your body needs from him and that’s sexy as hell.

He pulls on little sections at a time, giving you goosebumps down your arms and legs, making you melt back against him. His arms come up around you, enveloping you in warmth, hands resting on your stomach. He’s still in his work clothes, navy slacks and a long-sleeved button down. You fiddle with the buttons on his sleeves until they’re undone, and you can awkwardly cuff them up his forearms. You lazily trace over the exposed veins on his underarms and cherish the feeling of the breath from his comfortable sigh against your neck.

You lightly run your fingernails back and forth across his palm in the way you know he likes before taking it between both of yours and pressing. He groans in your ear at the pressure and you smile to yourself. It feels good to know that you make him feel good.

He slips the hand that isn’t between yours under your shirt, kneading the softness of your stomach. You’d completely forgotten about the show you’d been watching and that shitty guy at work who gets your name wrong on purpose and pretends like it’s “an honest mistake” and the man on the train that stood a little too close and totally leaned in to sniff you and acted like it was your fault when you told him to back off and the men and women who looked on and said nothing because creepy shit has been normalized especially on rush hour trains. All the badness and the discomfort you felt throughout the day blurs and puts itself away because right now you’re with Jungkook. The one person who doesn’t make you want to give up on humanity and go live your best hermit life in the mountains.

“Hey.”

You angle your head back against his shoulder, staring at his jawline and the soft, tanned, acne-scarred skin of his cheeks and wait for him to continue.

“I missed you today.” The words come out awkwardly, but that’s okay. You know it’s hard for him to say things like that, for him to verbalize vulnerable parts of himself even now with your back fitted up against his chest, but he knows you like it. Love it, really. You would even go so far as to say that you need that kind of emotional vulnerability from a partner, specifically Jungkook because you’re in this for the long haul and you hate guessing other people’s feelings when you’re so sure of yours. Your mind flits to the simple gold ring in a simple black box hidden in the back of your night stand waiting for you to decide on the right time to woman up and pop the question.

You stretch the short distance to his neck and press a kiss there. “I missed you, too.”

He smiles, the rounds of his cheek squeezing his eyes almost shut. The affection you feel for him is so sweet it almost makes you sick.

“How was work?” you ask, lips brushing against his neck because you barely moved, happy with the closeness, and thread your fingers through his

“It was okay. The intern called in sick, so I had to take back to back themed baby pictures. And, you know, the babies were great, and the parents were not. Typical stuff. You?”

You sigh. “John misnamed me again in front of the whole office and when I corrected him, again, he tried to gaslight me, but just made himself look like even more of a prick. Typical stuff,” you say, using his phrase. “But Sunmi said I did a good job on the quarterly reports, so there’s that.” Your manager was often the only point of contact at work that made you want to stay and work your way up the company ladder instead of finding work elsewhere and you suspect if she were John’s manager too, you wouldn’t have to constantly deal with his nonsense, or him, at all.

“John’s an asshole who wouldn’t know etiquette if it bit him on the dick.”

You laugh, which you know was his intention, and kiss him again quickly with an exclamatory smack of your lips. “So eloquent.”

He looks down at you. “That’s me.”

“That’s you.”

The kiss he gives you is sweet and slow like syrup. Lips moving firmly against each other lazily in a way that fits the comfortable bubble you’ve made around yourselves. You part your lips and he takes that as an invitation to trace his tongue along the thin, wet skin inside your mouth, dancing along your teeth and playing with your tongue and you let him because he’s so good. Good to you. Good for you. Good in general.

He moves his hand slowly up your torso, touching everywhere except your puckered nipples. This is how he asks, delicately and with his finger tips skating along the valley between your breasts.

You break the kiss, throwing your head back against his shoulder, and roll your butt against the front of his pants. The soft material of your underwear catching on the metal of his button. “Please.” It’s breathy and sensual like the atmosphere demands.

He circles his way around the mound of your breast and rubs at the nipple on top, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and first finger. He slides his other hand from your loose hold and you whine a little bit. You’re feeling soft and melty and you want to hold his hand. He squeezes your fingers and makes his way down to the band of your underwear. He plays with it, dipping under to tickle your soft hairs and back out to lightly snap the band against your sensitive skin.

You squirm, wetness gathering between your folds. “Kookie.”

“It’s okay, babe, I’ve got you.” He hoists you up on his stomach, maneuvering around you to rid himself of his pants and underwear. The way you’re positioned and the precarious balance it requires means you can’t see when he gets his dick out, but from the way he sighs with relief lets you know that he’s at least half hard and knowing that gives you ideas.

You tip to the side and roll off his stomach, forcing the air out of his lungs and you would say sorry, but you’re taking off your underwear and eyeing his cock and trying to figure out the logistics of what you want to do to him, so you figure he’ll forgive you in a minute. You reach up to take off the t-shirt and he stops you.

“I like it on.” He blushes, and you smirk.

“Do you want to keep yours on too?” you ask. He’s already unbuttoning when he shakes his head.

You straddle his stomach when he’s divested of all clothing, ankles trapping his hands against the couch, wetness flush against his abs and you twitch your hips to give yourself a taste of what it’s like to rub against this particular part of his body. The taut bumps and ridges providing a foreign kind of friction that has you grinding trying to find more, every breath he takes teasing you.

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock to keep it up straight and use your other hand to play with the wetness at the head. You move the hand around his shaft and more precome beads out of his slit and he groans, the kind that comes from deep in his chest because you feel the vibrations against your clit and you want to make it happen again and again and again.

You work him over to full hardness until the head is red and shiny and Jungkook’s breath is rapid and shallow.

You run a nail up the sensitive underside and rub tight circles on the frenulum. “Right there, oh my god!” He’s breathless and panting and you love it. Love giving him so much that he starts talking; telling you how good you’re making it for him. You slide sloppily in the wet you’ve left on his abs.

It’s hot. So fucking hot. You let go of his cock and it bobs tightly, leaning against your stomach, once again you reach for the hem of the shirt. Up until now, Jungkook was content to let you have your way with him, leaving his hands pinned under your ankles, but at your move to rid yourself of his shirt, he yanks them out from under you, sliding you further down onto him and jostling his dick in the process. He grabs the back of the shirt and tugs.

You turn to look over your shoulder and are struck by how fucked out he looks already. Pink and sweaty with eyes blown dark and hair sticking out in all directions. He’s so beautiful it physically hurts you.

“Please keep it on.”

You reach back and circle the wrist of the hand that has the shirt hostage to let him know you’re here, because something wild in his eyes has you scrambling to stay grounded. “I’m not going to take it off, I just want to try something.”

Jungkook lets go of the shirt and you lift the front of it up, hooking it behind your head. He leans forward to free your trapped hair. He now has a full view of your back and ass and when you tilt your hips to touch your clit to his skin, he inhales sharply at the visual. His hands come up to your waist, massaging up and down your sides until his thumbs press into the small of your back and he takes control of your hips, pressing and rotating lightly, tortuously, and it’s not enough.

Your head falls back in part pleasure and part exasperation, the ends of your hairs tickling the both of you.

“I wanna—Can I—” You wiggle in his grip and loosely circle your hand around his cock trying to get your point across, but you’ve gone a little fuzzy around the edges; a haze of want. His hand travels up your spine and wraps in your hair and pulls, you moan, the sharpness clearing your head enough to grit out, “I wanna ride you.”

“Yeah,” he says, light and breathless.

“Yeah,” you parrot back with certainty.

Quickly his hands are off you and you lift up and shuffle forward until your hovering over his waiting cock which he holds erect for you, ready for you to sink down, so you do.

The slide is easy, the stretch aching and delicious like you like it, and, after working yourself down inch by glorious inch, so deep. The thick vein that runs along the bottom of his cock presses tightly against the bundle of nerves inside you and you’re almost afraid to move because you’re already overwhelmed.

You go slow, testing out the strength in your thighs and savoring the drag and the heavy, full feeling that comes with being on top, working yourself open and coating his dick so you’ll be comfortable enough to pick up the pace.

Your instinct is to lean forward and use your hands to give yourself more leverage, but you know it’s going to feel better if you lean back, so you do. Feeling around behind you for Jungkook’s solid chest, utterly unafraid of crushing him after a very serious talk about how much of everything either one of you could take physically and emotionally during sex.

You roll your hips experimenting with the angle and Jungkook tentatively thrusts up. Moving in time to the rise and fall of his chest, shaking already from holding yourself up. You think it might be time to recommit to the gym.

Sweat beads and drips down your body, palms slipping as Jungkook gets more urgent in his thrusts.

“Come down here,” he stops moving to help you lower yourself flat on your back without hurting either of you. He fans your hair out to the side so that it’s not caught between you and hooks his chin over your shoulder, mouth next to your ear. Everything is so much closer, tighter, hotter. It’s much the same position as when you were cuddling, but this time he’s thrusting up inside of you and you’re losing your mind from constant stimulation. His hands can get at you much easier in this position. One goes to your mound to stimulate centimeters from your clit and the other crosses both of your breasts, fitting you to him to move as one and your hands fly up to grab that arm just to have something to hold on to.

Neither of you are very talkative during sex. The idea hot whispered dirty talk was good in theory, but it always felt so stilted and strange coming out of your mouth and Jungkook already had trouble saying things when he wasn’t inside you. It takes you out of the moment and you’re so much more about focusing on your pleasure, fueled exponentially by the sounds Jungkook makes, deep, teeth gritting groans of encouragement and huffs of breath from exertion.

He turns his head to your neck and lays sloppy, wet, open-mouthed kisses there, teeth skating the edge between errant sensation and bruising. You’re tempted to tell him to go for it, to bite and suck and bruise, but it’s too hot to wear a scarf to work and you never did master the art of color correcting, so you content yourself with the scrape of his teeth on your pulse point.

His strokes have gotten longer like they do when he’s trying to last longer, the head of his dick hitting that spot inside you like that’s its mission in life, but it’s not enough. You move the hand on your pubic mound to your hard little nub and breath a sigh of relief when he starts rubbing furiously.

“Close,” he growls in your ear.

You’re not sure if it’s a question or a statement, but you nod and whimper when his finger tips leave you only to snap back down, the obscene wet sound of the slap making you tighten your core more than the actual feeling. He matches the smacks with his upward thrusts. Everything feels too tight, like you’re a rubber band being stretched to the point of breaking.

“Come on, baby. I’ve got you.”

Every muscle in you contracts, it’s almost painful, but such a release. His grip around you tightens as your violent pulsing turns to sporadic flutters. He mumbles a, “hold on—just—” in your shoulder. He stays in you until the last second before pulling out and coming hard on your swollen, wet pussy.

You both lie there, trying to catch your breaths, gulping air like it’s water.

“Love you,” you say.

“Love you.”

When you hold onto each other on your way to the bathroom to clean up, you wonder if now is the time to ask or if asking someone to marry you right after sex is unfair on a chemical level.

He turns on the shower, sticking his hand in to check the temperature before stepping in and making room for you. You wash each other gently, kissing each other slowly, too spent to do much of anything else.

You don’t know if you’ll ask him tonight, but you know you’ll do it soon because you want this with him for as long as possible.

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[thewildfl0wer]

08.10

𝓢𝔀𝓪𝓷 𝓛𝓪𝓴𝓮

Todo se encontraba listo, desde el pequeño escenario en el centro cultural hasta el atuendo. Desde el maquillaje que tenía sobre el rostro hasta la misteriosa sensación de ensueño que alguna vez mecía mi corazón. Habían pasado algunos años, más de quince años sin mirarme en un espejo, sin verme a mi misma reflejada, sin ver la luz dentro de aquella oscuridad cancina que opacaba mi alma. Habían pasado más de quince años sin brillar como solía hacerlo cuando dejé de bailar.

“Un bailarín muere dos veces, una vez cuando dejan de bailar, y esta primera muerte es la más dolorosa”.

Siempre tengo presente esa cita. Recuerdo con avidez cómo se sintió todo dentro de mi cuando mi pierna ya no podía moverse en medio del escenario y solo mis gritos agónicos se escuchaban en medio de una obra. Rememoro ese instante, la sensación de haber perdido todo en el escenario y el miedo de que nada fuese como esperaba, los sueños rotos, las heridas crecientes, la incertidumbre de perder cada una de las cosas que anhelaste por que ya no podías volar, como un cisne con las alas rotas que se oculta en su nido para morir. Siempre fui ese cisne, muriendo en vida, sufriendo en silencio. Mirarme de nuevo en el espejo, embelesada por la suave tela de aquel vestido color beige, era mucho más significativo de lo que quería aparentar, era el momento en que la luz volvía a mi después de tantos años. Una vida entera dentro de la oscuridad ahora tenía sentido, cobraba valor por que tenía a alguien que le daba luz a mi alma, que le daba color a mis sueños, que me sonreía aunque estuviera destrozada y que me amaba aunque ya no pudiese volar.

Miro a Eun Yeong del espejo mientras una corona de plumas peina mi cabello y es en ese momento en el que llega el mensaje de mi amigo, del gallardo psicólogo que ha traído a la persona por la cual decidí hacer esto. Sonrio, apartando la mirada, caminando por el pasillo ambarino hasta un escenario oscuro y con la habilidad de un cuerpo que recuerda cada paso practicado, la tranquilidad aparece en mi rostro mientras la luz azul me ilumina.

Un escenario de una sola persona, una asistencia de uno solo. Mis manos se deslizan por el aire, suave y gentil, saludando con concerniente gratitud a la persona a quien he de dedicar el último de mi baile, la última estrofa de una canción que termina para dar entrada a una nueva felicidad que no me será arrebatada nunca más. Mis piernas se preparan y la música comienza a sonar al paso de un alegre vibrato que se mece dentro de la sala vacía. La sonrisa que dibuja mis labios mientras bailo en solitario, mientras siento aquella felicidad desbordarse aunque solo sea por escasos minutos, se mecen con la pasión de un impoluto arabesque y cuando el timbre de la música cambia la felicidad condonada se vuelve incertidumbre, una falsa, una que se va perdiendo en mi danza. 

Respiro profundamente, recordando aquel acto, el segundo acto, mi favorito, cuando Sigfrid declara su profundo amor a Odette y bailan juntos. Mi frente perlada por el sudor, mi corazón exasperado por la sensación más intensa de felicidad y mi mano se extienden en medio del escenario para llamar al único dueño de mi corazón, a la única persona que hace vibrar mi alma y la ilumina.

—Myo Hyung Sik…— murmuró, mientras la música para un instante —Nunca amaré a nadie más que a ti ¿Podrías concederme este último baile en un día tan especial como lo es hoy?— suave, gentil, itinerante digo aquello sintiendo como mis mejillas se colorean de un rojo mucho más intenso, mirando al hombre de mis sueños. Incluso si estoy avergonzada, incluso si ahora pudiera perder el aliento en un suspiro no me arrepentiría de nada salvo de no haber podido bailar una vez más la melodía que ambos amamos.

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Confundido, el bailarín de ballet le preguntó confundido a su mejor amigo “Oye JinJin ¿ a dónde demonios me estas arrastrando? Espera ¿por qué estamos en el centro cultural?” Camino a su lado hasta que quedó solo en un auditorio, con bancas rojas y doradas, sin embargo el pelinegro solo podía fijarse en la luz azul, viendo a la mujer que amaba, maquillada y vestida como Odette. Sus pasos estaban llenos de gracia a pesar de los años, tan delicada como una pluma solo que diferente, tenia delante a su amada cisne que, a pesar de lo rota que estaba, la belleza que reflejaba con cada paso era único para Hyunnie.

Al verla acercarse, ofreciendo su mano, el bailarín sonrió “ Se supone que esa linea

debería dedicártela pero me robaste mis palabras…. acepto bailar contigo, al menos una última vez”

Tras descalzar sus zapatos, vestido elegantemente para la ocasión y con su cabello recortado y peinado, se inclinó gallardo a su señora de manera grácil como si fuera un ave ofreciendo su mano para dirigirla al centro del escenario, con las luces encima de ellos, el de alguna manera se había acostumbrado a estar en el foco de las luces del escenario, pero ahora sentía que era su baile intimo, su más grande escenario.

“Eunnie… siéndote sincero…llevo más de diez años sin interpretar a Sigfried o el cascanueces porque…n-ninguna compañera que he tenido ha podido tener…la q-química que nosotros teníamos…¿P-Puedes entender ese sentimiento? ¿L-Lo tan importante que eres para mi?” Tomó ambas manos con firmeza mirándola fijamente mientras sus ojos brillaban por las lagrimas que se asomaban. “A-Avísame si te llega a doler algo o sientas alguna molestia ¿si?…solo…sigue fluyendo, yo te sostendré siempre hasta que se termine esta hermosa pieza.” Sin dudarlo, Hyungsik deslizo sus manos por sus brazos para estirarlos como tiempos pasados lo hacían, para ayudarle a volar. Apreciando su equilibrio y sorprendido que recuerde tan bien sus pasos, aunque toscos por la falta de practica y su lesión, Hyunnie sostuvo el cuerpo de su amada siempre, hasta deslizar sus manos en sus caderas para elevarla, viéndose como un bello cisne cada vez que lo hacia, mientras veía como seguía siendo tan grácil como el recordaba.

@waideweik

[sunwinea]

tumblr stop eating my fucking tags!!

[sanhuns]

i really want some threads for my new/underused kids so find their names/faces under the cut and let me know if any of them look interesting to you!!

bae youngjin (park hyungsik)

kiara choi (kim taeyeon)

harada kimiko (minatozaki sana)

kang iseul (kim taehyung)

harmony kim (jung yein)

vincent kim (joshua hong)

kimmie yoo (jennie kim)

oberon kang (ha sungwoon)

min sanggyu (kim jonghyun-nuest)

zhu kai (lucas wong)

ong eunki (mark lee)

ha chorong (lee mijoo)

may kwon (park sooyoung)

victoria hong (bae joohyun)

chloe yoo (kimlip)

seo jaejin (jeon wonwoo)

song taekbin (lee howon)

hua deliang (wen junhui)

noh yeojun (bae jinyoung)

lin yilong (dong sicheng)

wong zhihao (xu minghao)

lee jingyu (na jaemin)

scout choi (choi bomin)

kasey ahn (park jisung-nct)

[mixminjae-blog]

three character thread call

So, it has come to my attention that I am lacking in threads on all three of my kids. Which needs to change, so i am doing this as a plot call. If you would like a random starter, please comment on this post with maybe a one word idea and an emoji depending on who you want the thread with: 

♥ - hyungsik ★ - youngjae ❀ - minjae

OR if you want to do some proper plotting with me please like this post and I will come sliding into your DM’s all casual like. Please thread with my guys, I’m getting bored because I have nothing to do. 

Love my kids. 

[hexwrites]

des’ to-do list! 

create thread tracker

figure out muses

➝ yun joonki (koo-junho) –– greed demon. best friends with chanwook. rich. spoiled. ➝ oh jaewon “jay” (byun baekhyun) –– model. celebrity parents. pressured. aggressive.  ➝ shin sejun (park hyungsik) –– crown prince. drug addict. insecure. needs to feel free. ➝ ameera khan (jameela jamil) –– princess. closeted. beloved. eager for the throne.

+ more

plotting

finish plotting with g // jade hassouné & eva longoria

finish plotting mumu verse w theye 

replies

narae ➝ hyeran 

avinash ➝ jason 

myra ➝ damien

starter for cllytemnestra // celebrity couples

[testpulfire]

hey hey hey everybody! i’m crow (22, he/they, est) and this is kinda my first group rp?? i’ve done indie stuff here and there, but nothing quite like this, so i’m really excited!! this is my little goblin boy, kim dal, a cham dokkaebi who is super full of himself and thinks it’s his job to deliver good and bad karma to people who deserve it. i’ll put more info about this guy under the cut.

if you want to plot (or just chat about our muses, which i’m super cool with), you can find me at  cursed lacroix#0908 on discord! or if you want me to go into your tumblr ims with some thread ideas, reply to this post with anything and i’ll get back to you!

���☾ ─ ◞ PARK HYUNGSIK, CIS MALE, HE/HIM — hold on, isn’t that KIM DAL walking around uiyeong ? there have been rumors spreading around that they HAVE NOT crossed through the veil. maybe someone will get lucky ! they’ve always been known to be rather AMBITIOUS & COMPANIONABLE, but can also be pretty OBNOXIOUS & SELF-CENTERED. as to be expected from a(n) FOUR-HUNDRED NINETEEN year old CHAM DOKKAEBI. hopefully the town of uiyeong doesn’t find itself in too much trouble !

HISTORY

he poofed into existence in the year 1600. his earliest moment involved waking up in the middle of a wheat field with no memory and no name, looking the exact same age he does now.

maybe he was a human before that?? maybe not?? he doesn’t really know where he came from, or why he is what he is

the first family he stumbled across was terrified of him. they drove him out of the village, assuming he was a demon sent to burn their crops and bring bad luck. he didn’t understand why until he learned that most other people couldn’t spontaneously set their skin on fire.

(which is a thing he can do!! the flames don’t hurt him though, its just for some added #Flair)

the next few villages were a lot kinder. he managed to convince them that he meant no harm, and even became the subject of worship for some farmers who thought he was a benevolent spirit. dal liked the attention and started believing that he was a god, because it was the only explanation he could find for what he was.

they dubbed him kim dal, and he kept the name. he went on to bestow several blessings; for the harvests, for the hunt, for romance, literally anything (and like, a solid 90% of his ‘blessings’ were placebo effects or all talk. if a blessing didn’t work, he’d try to convince them that he was new at this whole ‘being a god’ thing, and that they just needed to pray harder)

he never went near the any nobility bc... that would be too risky... if they thought he was a demon like the first town, they’d probably execute him or smth... so he stayed in a circle of really tiny families out in the countryside and basked in the attention. he learned to maintain a distant presence, only appearing at night to the extremely faithful, because that was the only way to inspire rumors and keep himself relevant.

life went on like that for a long time