#39 anon 💌

[hyunsvngs]

i wanna give seungmin the sloppiest most nastiest head ever

i wanna gag and drool all over his cock i’m gonna cover his pelvis in my saliva i want him to make me cry with how far his cock is shoved down my throat

i want him to pull out of my mouth midway through so he could slide his dick between his hand and my cheek and i want him to lazily fuck his cock against my face as he tells me how cute i’d look with his cum all over it before he (gently) slaps it on my cheek

i want him to cum on my face before he wipes it off with his fingers and makes me lick it off of them

I WANT HIS DICK IN MY MOUTH

—39!

this is so FUCKING REAL FRIEND

[pasque-flowers]

1-50 right the fuck now! 😈wanna know all the details about you

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1. do you have a crush on anyone? Yeah, my boyfriend (and zendaya)

2. what’s your favorite candy? I’m more chips kind of gal and salty snacks but I love anything with caramel and strawberry flavor

3. favorite love song? Mac de Marco “together” or “wanna be yours” by arctic monkeys

4. what was your first kiss like? I don’t even remember it so I guess no fireworks

5. what was your last kiss like? Full of affection and care

6. sexual/romantic orientation? Bisexual, but heteroromantic

7. do you prefer poems or love letters? Love letters seem more authentic to me, less “made to sound good”

8. favorite fanfic trope? Idk I don’t read fanfics but I love hopeless romantic stories based in 18th century or so

9. have you ever been in love? Yes, I am still

10. favorite milkshake flavor? Strawberry or peanut butter

11. dinner dates or brunch dates? Dinner!!!! But brunch dates are cute too

12. favorite flowers? Pink roses, lilies, daisies and other wild flowers

13. favorite perfume/cologne? YSL „black opium”, Viktor&rolf „Bon bon” or Cacharel „Yes i am”

14. favorite candle scent? Vanilla, jasmine or something clean

15. what’s your ideal first date? With the right person, first of all. Dinner, drinks, making out to steamy music

16. favorite love story? “Pride and prejudice”, “little women” and all of that

17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear? A tuxedo, rings or birthday suit

18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet? Red velvet

19. snow, rain, or sun? Sun!!!

20. sweetest romantic memory? Hmm there are so many, every little surprise I get from my boyfriend is romantic. Him making me coffe everyday, dancing with me, doing silly things, comforting me when I cry. The last anniversary was very romantic I think

21. favorite dating sim (and favorite character)? Wait what??

22. fictional crushes? Edward Scissorhands, jack Sparrow, raven from teen titans, billy from stranger things

23. what’s your dream wedding like? Lots of candles and flowers, a harp of violin, wearing baby pink dress and having a dog to be a ring bearer+ obvi my bf as a future husband

24. what makes you blush? Compliments, being bossy with me and orgasms

25. do you believe in love at first sight?I do, I’m pretty sure I’ve experienced it

26. do you believe in soulmates? I do!! But I believe we have more than one

27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets? Leather (but only artificial!! Hurting animals is not acceptable) or denim

28. what’s your sign? Gemini

29. are you single? No

30. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed? To charm, I don’t have to do much to be fair, but I like both

31. guitar or piano? Piano

32. favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? Ohhh god so many of them: pride and prejudice, notting hill, Bridget jones diary, 500 days of summer, atonement, how to loose a guy in 10 days, so many of them I can’t count

33. do you fall in love easily? I used to think I did, but now I’m not sure if I ever loved someone before my boyfriend came along

34. valentine's decorations: yay or nay? Yay if not tacky

35. would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal? I’d prefer to be proposed to and have my moment ahaha. Definitely nowhere public, maybe on holidays with some amazing view? And the stone on the ring MUST BE PINK

36. cloud gazing or star gazing? Star gazing definitely

37. do you like to dance? I love love love dancing

38. what’s your OTP? That’s a hard one…. Hm… I guess Lexi and rue in euphoria

39. kittens or puppies? Both!!!

40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea? Tea, always

41. favorite soda? Sprite I guess (but with jagermeister lol)

42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa? Laying dramatically and cry to sad songs

43. favorite ABBA song? S.O.S, voule-vous (excuse my French), money money, gimme gimme, the winner takes it all

44. fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice) YOU DIDNT NAME ANY

45. favorite pajamas? My bfs t shirt and his boxers or a sexy nightshirt👼🏻

46. favorite liquor? White wine, jagermeister

47. do you think about love a lot? I do

48. a walk in the park or a walk on the beach? On a beach with a sunset

49. hand kisses or nose kisses? BOTH, but forehand kisses are superior (or neck kisses if ya nasty)

50. what’s your dreamhouse? With a big garden and flowers, a bit modern but not too much, big windows high ceilings, fireplace, mirror on a ceiling in a bedroom, would love some colors in pastel and some accents, lots of posters and art

GOD MY THUMBS HURT

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#5

trust a feeling that stays

lee know x reader

synopsis: being with minho is familiar, until it’s not

genres: angst!!, smut, fluff at the end

warnings: fwbs to lovers, rough sex, d/s dynamics, belt used as handcuffs, mentions of safewords but no safewords used, soft sex, mentions of dirty talk, marking, crying during sex, aftercare

word count: 2k

It's not like it's the first time, it's far from it actually, but this time it's not familiar. You’re familiar with harsh slaps and fingers gripping your skin so hard it forms bruises, you’re familiar with the want and the need to get hurt, and that is what Minho gives you. For the past two months that is what has been happening, you’d both started it drunk beyond the ability to make a good judgement and in the haste of it you slept together, hands all over eachother in your friends bed during a party. That was the first time and ever since then Minho has been all raucous grips and sharp words, just like you had agreed.

It was clear to both of you that you wanted to continue it, not wanting to let go of the pleasure you’d brought eachother and when Minho proposed the idea of being friends with benefits you couldn't say no. A quarter of it was the need for intimacy, just anything to feel like you’re close to someone, another quarter of it was the fact that Minho had fucked your brains out and that was worth keeping, and another whole half of it was the fact that you had been pining for him for years. It was worth it to have Minho, even if it wasn't in the way you would have wanted, because it was better than nothing.

It doesn't really shock you when you get a 'Are you at home? Wanna come over' text from Minho at 8:47pm, it shocks you even less when he rushes into your apartment twenty minutes later, and it's like clockwork when Minhos hands start to pull at your clothes.

It's familiar.

You don't mind when Minho hoists you up, fingertips digging into your hips to the point where you’re breathing gasps from the pressure into his open mouth. You like that, you love it, you adore it; the fact that Minhos hands are so effective and they do such a good job at keeping you just where you need to be, and you love it even more when Minhos hands throw you onto your bed.

It's familiar.

You’ve done this enough times for Minho to act on autopilot, throwing you on the bed, pulling the belt out of the loops in his jeans to secure your hands to the bedframe with it, then grabbing the lube from the second drawer in your nightstand. It crosses your mind then that that's why you like doing this with Minho, because he knows exactly what you need without you having to say it out loud. He just knows that you need to feel some pressure.

It's familiar.

Minho sucks marks into your skin, always does, and in the moment he moans out something like "this means you're mine". You’re not, but you ache to be. You don't hide the marks anymore, you let them be on display for all your friends to see, they all know what you do anyways, so you wear his marks with shame-filled dejection. Minho says things and makes promises when his lips are against your neck and you fall for it every time, turning into putty in his hands.

It's familiar.

Minho only has to move one hand down your torso for you to willingly spread your legs open and you stay pliant when his fingers work you open, listening and obeying to every single one of his orders. Minho showers you in compliments, telling you how good you’re being and how pretty you sound, and it's all so good that your eyes well up with tears. Minhos hands aren't harsh on you like usual, he's got one hand resting on your stomach while the other eases himself into you. You’re still holding back the tears when Minho thrusts himself inside and stops to bottom out. You don't want to open your eyes, don't want to see Minho look down at you with dark eyes and know that he will tease you for crying. You do anyways- opens your eyes, and find Minho staring back down at you. You’re prepared to hear about what a needy slut you are for this emotional desperation, but Minho leans down and presses a long kiss to your lips, one to ease the tears away but it only makes them start to fall. Minho keeps kissing you, swallowing all of your moans and thrusting slowly for an unbearably long time. Sex with Minho always hurts, in some way, because Minho makes it hurt, but the only thing causing you pain right now is the fact that Minho is looking at you with something you can only read as love. Your hands pull at the belt, squirming under Minhos touch and his gaze, and you’re starting to feel the leather dig into your wrists. Minho stops, removing the belt so gently that you know its hopeless to try to stop the tears now, and then Minho even graces his finger over the marks on your left wrist, and pulls the right one up to his face to kiss it.

It's not familiar anymore.

You wonder if Minho is playing some game to make you beg, so you do, ask him to please go faster, harder, anything. But - Minho halts instead, grabbing onto your thighs and easing your legs around his own, your heels digging into the back of his thighs. When he finally starts thrusting again it's harder, but not like usual, Minhos hips aren't slamming against yours hard enough to make the bed shake, instead its long and deep strokes, calculated to pound against that sensitive spot inside of you. You don't know what to do, you’re not used to Minho being gentle and you don't know where to put your hands if they aren't tied up or if Minho hasn't told you to stay still. So you do nothing, lets yourself cry and shake underneath Minho and just giving yourself over, submitting in a way you never have before. The thought strikes you like a jolt that you can safeword, that it’d be enough to tap Minhos arm to change the pace or stop altogether, but even more jarring than that is the realization that you don’t want to, that safewording or stopping is the last on your list of wants. You want this, want him. When you give yourself over to Minho the latter usually responds by pinning your hands above your head, or flipping you over and spitting out filthy, raspy words about what a desperate whore you’re being. Ususally. But now, Minho forces his arms underneath your shoulders to hold you close and he then buries his face in your neck, your chests pressed together. You’re sure Minho can feel your heart, feel how it's close to pounding out of your ribcage.

It only takes three deep thrusts of his hips fucking into you before the pooling in your gut tips over and you’re coming, your arms wrapping around him in the desperation, nails starting to claw down his back when Minho just picks up the pace while you’re riding through your orgasm. Minho chases his own high once yours washes over, adamant to come with you and he isn’t unsuccesful for he comes only moments later with your name on his lips and his fingers curling into your hair.

Minho stays inside of you, wrapped around your body for a while, just breathing while you both recover and you have to clench your jaw and eyes shut to keep from sobbing. He pulls out slowly, letting out a groan, and then he plops down besides you. Thank the heavens, you think when Minho doesn't look at you because he'd see how hard you’re trying to keep from breaking down, and before Minho has the chance to say anything at all you make an excuse and beeline towards the shower. You wait until the water is flowing and then you cry, washing away the feeling of Minhos hands on his skin.

When you get out of the shower, cold and empty, Minho isn’t in your bed.

There’s no care in the world for your wet hair or state of undress when you fall down on your bed again, burying your face into the sheets and breathing in the scent of him still on your sheets. Even this, his sweat and musk faint on your bedding feels like enough, feels like something you’d dare to call home. The fleeting, tethering grasps to have him in any way you can. Pressure booms behind your eyes, pulsating in an incoming headache, but you’re inept to anymore tears.

”What are you doing?”

The plunging descent of your stomach when you hear his voice behind you is indescribable, totally consuming. Your heart picks up, and for a dejected moment you fear it might have been your imagination driving the final nail in the coffin. It’s not, because Minhos footsteps near your bed soon enough and then the bed sinks next to you. He lays down, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body.

He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t repeat his question. Minho just lays, builds a home in your silence and lets you stay where you are.

It’s hard to say how much time has passed when you finally roll over, turning towards Minho yet not really looking at him. It would kill you to look at his face now, you think, so you settle for a spot on his chest and take a deep breath. He’s still undressed, just in his underwear, and you’re lost. You thought he had left.

”You need to let me take care of you afterwards, you know,” he says, quiet and soft. He’s on his side too, looking at you in a way that feels a lot more intense than any sex you’ve ever had with him. He continues, ”I couldn’t leave like that. I need to take care of you. I need to know that you’re okay.”

”You don’t have to do that.” The words get caught in your throat for a second, stuttering and hesitant.

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511 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#4

hands all over

park seonghwa x reader

synopsis: you’re hongjoongs sibling and have been in love with seonghwa for years when he suddenly kisses you one night. hands all over eachother in your brothers dorm, seonghwa unlocks the box you’ve stored all your feelings for him in.

warnings: smut, blowjob, making out, spit, handjob, it’s pretty tame to be honest, angst, gender neutral reader, first time, inexperienced reader, jealousy

word count: 4k

link to part 2 <3

Seonghwa kisses with a lot of tongue.

This shouldn’t be a shock, considering Seonghwas entire presence and the way he performs, but it makes your heart surge nonetheless. Maybe it’s because you’ve spent so much time daydreaming about what it would be like to kiss him, and you swear you’ve spent eons in your imagination, but it still hadn’t computed in you that Seonghwa would be the type of guy to stick his tongue down your throat the second he gets the opportunity.

For as long as you’ve spent thinking about kissing Seonghwa, it all comes about suddenly, fast; it hits you like a freight train. And you know that beggars can’t be choosers, you shouldn’t even be questioning why or how Seonghwa suddenly has your neck in a firm grip as he’s running his tongue along yours. It’s just that, in one moment you’re sitting next to him, in the dorm he shares with your damn brother, and the next second Seonghwa is leaning in and suddenly his mouth is on yours entirely.

And perhaps you should be pulling away, probably should be asking him why now, what’s going on, or at the very least, what about my brother - your friend? What you should be doing, and what you actually do are two different things. Pulling away from Seonghwa seems a near impossibility when this is all you’ve wanted for a long time, longer than you’ve been able to really articulate or even understand. Liking Seonghwa for so long has made you selfish, it has built a deep dark ache that resides deep within you, locked in a box that you swore you’d destroyed the key of. Then here you are, and Seonghwa has retrieved the key all on his own, twisting open the box inside of you much the same as he swirls his tongue against yours.

So you lean in, letting Seonghwa kiss you. There’s nothing else inside your head besides want; urgent want and desire for Seonghwa. You want his hands on you, want the breathless moans he hums against your lips to be louder, you want to crawl onto his lap and card your fingers through his hair. The want is so all-consuming that your needs become second priority, but then all of a sudden you can’t ignore it anymore. You’ve been kissing so long that your lungs ache, and you need to breathe.

When you part for a breath you fully expect Seonghwa to stop and pull away. As if the kiss (is it still a kiss when minutes have passed? When his tongue has explored your entire mouth?) had been a sudden rush of insanity, and that breaking apart would have him come back to his senses. As if Seonghwa would be lulled back to reality, tell you that it was all a mistake and you’d have to accept it. You’re ready even before the thought crosses your mind, having been trained to push away your emotions. The box, the key, the clicking sound of the lock shutting your deepest desires in.

Instead, Seonghwa pushes you further up on the bed, almost in your lap now, with the way he hovers above you.

He lets you catch your breath, and instead he sucks at your throat. You wonder for a second just how Seonghwa is managing all this, how he can go on without even stopping to take a breath, but the thoughts quickly quiet in your head. It’s hard to think of anything other than him when he’s licking and sucking at your neck, like he’s intent on leaving marks. His hands are still gripping you tightly, holding onto your neck and your shoulders, roaming everywhere he can.

You swallow hard when you feel his hips roll down, as if he’s looking for friction. Your hands hold his hips, clenching and squeezing in time with the movements of his hips and he hums breathy moans into the kisses he leaves across your throat. He’s so eager, in a way you almost read as yearning, and it’s hard to stay sane when he’s sucking the thoughts right out of you. But then your eyes flicker open, and your focus falls on one of your brothers figurines. Where the fuck is Hongjoong?

”Hwa, Hwa, hey,” you say, feeling your voice croak in the back of your throat. He’s kissed you fucking stupid, pulled the ability to speak from you completely.

”Mm?” he hums, and finally he pulls away to look up at you. He’s barely even winded from all the kissing, perhaps the dancer stamina keeping him miles more capable than you are. But then, also, he isn’t kissing the person he’s had a crush on for the past five years, so you give yourself some leeway.

”I- um, Hongjoong.” Your brothers name feels heavy in your mouth when you say it, disgusting and misplaced, on the very last spot of the list of things you’d like to say as you’re kissing Seonghwa. But it’s a valid point, and a very real obstacle seeing as he’s Seonghwas best friend and you’re currently in his room.

Seonghwa still hovers above you, hips settled against you like he’s supposed to be there. He looks at you in a way that implies normalcy, and it makes your mind reel. Why is he not freaking out?

”Hongjoong isn’t here,” he says simply. ”That’s kinda why I’m kissing you.”

”But- he’s gonna be back.”

In truth, you can’t even remember where Hongjoong is. You can barely even remember the day, and trying to remember everything that has lead up to this moment feels futile. Your mind is just Seonghwa, Seonghwas mouth, Seonghwas tongue, his hands, and his hips still pressed against you.

”Probably not for a while though.” Seonghwa states. Simple, obvious. Like he’s not currently pressing his dick into your hip.

Your fingers flex into the flesh of his hips, where he’s all muscles and soft skin. You nod then, unable to really do anything other than that. Seonghwa smiles, and his eyes fall to your lips again. His tongue darts out to lick at his own lips and then he swipes thumb over your lip, pushing and prodding to hint that he wants entrance. You feel malleable under his hands, and when he presses down on your bottom lip to force your mouth open it sets a deeply unhinged feeling within you. Like you’re nothing but a doll, like you’d let him pull all your strings and decide what he wants your body to do for him. It’s a far cry from what you’ve ever felt for Seonghwa before, all the years you’ve spent retaining your emotions and keeping your composure. Now, under Seonghwas hold, you swear you’d do almost anything if he just asked for it.

Seonghwa leans in again, and licks into your open mouth. His own thumb is in the way and his tongue catches onto it, leaving saliva on the skin that he spreads over your cheek when he drags his thumb out of your mouth. It’s all so dirty and it should be disgusting, Seonghwa touches you in ways you’d never even dreamed of and the most inconceivable part of it all is the fact that he wants this. He’s the one spurring it on and letting out desperate pants between each kiss, he’s the one currently rolling his hips against yours. You’ve spent so long wanting this pretty boy, and here he is, taking the risk of kissing you when you’ve presented all the dangers.

Seonghwa continues to kiss you. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and graces his teeth over it just harsh enough to have you feel it. You still feel stupidly pliable, like you’re a useless puppet or him to play with, so you pluck up some courage and move to touch him back. Seonghwa gasps in susprise, a sudden ’mmpf’ that turns kind of sing-songy when you let your fingers grace underneath his shirt. You can feel the way his mouth turns into a smile against yours, one of those devilish smirks you swear you’ve watched a thousand fancams of. The smile doesn’t subside even when you run your hands up high, feeling his naked skin under your fingertips as you push higher under his shirt. Now, Seonghwa pulls away and looks down at you.

”Is this okay?” he asks. You nod, a little too eagerly to be casual but he doesn’t seem to mind.

This feels like the breaking point, because suddenly Seonghwa is pressing into your thigh. Not just because he’s seeking closeness, not like before when he was rutting against you to gain intimacy. Now, he’s hard against the top of your thigh and he’s staying so perfectly still as he waits for your permission. This, you realize, is the point where it all tips over. You could back out, tell Seonghwa you’re not looking for more and you know he wouldn’t blame you. You do want more though, and he seems to be feeling the same, with the way he stares up at you like he wants to eat you alive.

You connect your lips to his again, initiating for the first time this evening and Seonghwa positively whines. He sees this as an invitation and resumes the ravenous kissing, grabbing hold of your jaw. He’s still keeping his posture, pressing his hard dick into you firmly but staying still, like he’s waiting. Your hands are still on his rib cage, still feeling his naked skin, and you decide to chance a feel downwards. Your hands are trembling, but if Seonghwa can feel this he says nothing of it. Rather, he sucks in a nervous breath and lifts himself up to create space for you to trail your hands further down.

His kissing becomes distracted when your hands finally make contact with the waistband of his jeans. You run your fingers along his toned stomach, stopping just shy of his zipper. Perhaps it’s just your imagination, fueled by desire and dazed from Seonghwa, but you swear you hear him whisper a faint ’please’ in the midst of a rushed kiss. He doesn’t need to speak though, for he gives you permission with the way he bucks up into your hand. It’s all you need in order to pop open the button, drag his zipper down, and push your hand into his underwear.

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568 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#3

hard to disguise as nothing at all

jeong yunho x reader

genres: smut, angst + college!au, childhood bestfriends

warnings: friends with benefit, drinking, alcohol, hangovers, biting, oral, hair pulling, swearing, bisexual!yunho, mingi and yunho kiss once, jealous reader

word count: 5,4k

link to part 2

There are things friends do, and things friends don't do. It's tough to say exactly where the line should be drawn, and even more arduous to apply it to what you share with Yunho. There are things friends do that you do with Yunho, like the years you'd spent growing up together. Playground laughter, bruised knees, sleepovers, bike rides, homework turned in late, graduation, enrolling in university - there is a lot you've experienced with Yunho that constitutes a regular, true friendship. Things that friends do, you've done plenty.

What friends don't do, is wake up in each others beds hungover with marks of each others mouths scattered across your skin.

There's an absurdly bright sweater thrown next to your bed, nothing too irregular if you'd ignore the way it had been discarded, pulled over Yunhos head in a tipsy, desperate mess the night before. The smell of beer still lingers in the room, despite not having been drinking that much last night the alcohol stings in your nose and makes you feel nauseated. It's way too bright to crack your eyes open and sickening to feel the stench of the room. Your solution is rolling over to your side, humming a groan in the back of your throat at the sheer strain, and pulling the covers over your head.

Nine am sun shines through the opening between your curtains, unceremoniously disturbing the peace of sleep. Further disturbing is the stirring boy next to you, long tangled limbs taking up too much space in your bed. He's been twitching next to you for quite some time now, twisting and turning in your sheets and bumping into you, the direct cause of your awakening. He must be awake, if his low hums are any alert, and then his arm slumps down over your middle.

"Hey," he coughs. The duvet covering your head muffles his voice, barely even being able to make it out at all through the barrier, but you've become so accorded to him that you'd be able to make out his words had they only been a thought in his head. Yunho clears his throat, and speaks again, "Hey, hey. You up?"

"Trying not to be." you croak back.

Yunho whines, suddenly all too awake, and tugs down your blanket in one swift movement. You bury your head further into the pillow, a childish protest to Yunhos nose suddenly prodding at the back of your neck. He starts to leave kisses over your shoulder blades, still bare from yesterday. Fingers trail carefully over your naked back until he curls them around the dip of your waist, squeezing purposefully around your skin. The touch makes you shiver, though you blame it on the chill brought on by the duvet being snatched from your body.

Yunho is relentlessly cheerful in the mornings, far too awake in the contrast to last nights drunken stupidity. He's always been like this, seeming to run on endless amounts of energy even after falling asleep in the late hours of the night, even when he had fucked you until you cried before you'd both fallen asleep, and even when he had drank the double amount of alcohol than you. Maybe his stupidly long body disposes of alcohol faster than yours, or maybe Yunho is just abnormally gleeful, either or. Maybe both.

Sharp pain shoots through your shoulder when Yunho sinks his teeth into your skin, biting down on a spot just above your shoulder blade.

"Ow! Fuck, Yunho." you grumble, twisting in his grasp to lay on your back instead. "Go away, let me sleep."

"No, give me attention," he demands in a whine. Yunho lifts your duvet up, climbs underneath it, and straddles your lap entirely. His fingers force themselves under your neck until both of his hands are grasping at your head, using his strength to turn your head to look at him. Still, in his coercive movements, Yunho treats you gently and strokes his thumbs over your jaw before he leans down and leaves a swift, tender kiss on your lips. He speaks again, against your mouth, "I want you."

His touch is almost intangible for a few moments, feeling a bit far away as your body is still waking up and gaining tactile senses. All you can feel is the weight of him on your thighs, his soft lips ghosting over your mouth, his hands applying gentle pressure to the sides of your head. You allow yourself to revel in it for a moment, to just feel the soothing touches he adorns your body with, and to feel comforted by the familiar weight of his body on top of yours. You're starting to feel him now, completely, the warmth of his nude thighs against yours and his cold fingertips moving down your body now. Then, you feel the warmth and weight of his dick, half-hard and pressed against the top of your thigh.

"How are you horny this early in the morning? Oh my god, Yunho," you murmur, though you feel your stomach swirl at the sensation of him getting harder against you. "How can you even be awake right now? How are you not hungover?"

"Dude, you had like three beers yesterday. You can't be hungover."

And yeah, he's right, you've definitely been worse for wear. Truthfully, you hadn't really been drunk at all yesterday, barely tipsy. It's just that, between the stressful tempo of university and the growing responsibility of adulthood, alcohol got to your head and stomach fast. You had quit while you were ahead, swapping the beers for soda when you started to feel the buzz of it in your head. Then, the way Yunho had fucked you within an inch of your life last night didn't really help with your state either. Soreness spread through your legs and back, and your head ached from the way he had robbed you of your breath with his fingers in your mouth yesterday. If anything, it was Yunhos fault, this whole dreariness, though you'd never allow him the satisfaction of knowing that.

"Well. I'm not a teenager anymore, Yunho. I can't handle my liquor the same these days."

"You couldn't handle it back then either. Hey! Remember when you did shots for the first time and you threw up all over my new shoes, and-"

"Yunho. Shut up." you groan, flailing your arm aimlessly to attempt a slap at Yunho. "Just, shh. I'll let you fuck me if you just shut up."

He kisses you another time, sweet kisses pressed against your lips as his hand cradles your face.

"Don't say it like that," he whispers. "You don't let me fuck you. I fuck you because you want me to fuck you. If you don't want it, then I won't."

Sweet; unbearably sweet and loving Yunho. He's so kind, so good to you, that it makes you want to cry or spread your legs, anything and everything. It's easy to see why you'd started fucking him in the first place, this annoyingly sweet friend of yours.

Yunho kisses you once more, and mumbles into your mouth, "Besides, I don't wanna fuck you. I wanna go down on you."

A soft, breathy sigh leaves your lips at that and your hands come up to grasp Yunhos waist instinctively. You press your fingers into his sides, dancing up and down to his chest and then his hips, massaging the smooth skin. You curl your hands around his back, pushing and pulling him down to you so you can meet his lips and kiss him back for the first time this morning.

Yunho leans back down, meeting your lips in a fumbling crash. He sucks your bottom lip between his, gracing his teeth over the sensitive skin of your lip before he bites down. You whine into his mouth at his growing harshness, the unrelenting need he always kisses you with when he gets like this. A long, protesting groan leaves your lips when he pulls away again in the middle of a kiss.

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#2

the way you taste

synposis: san has been training you to deepthroat him

genre: smut. just smut

warnings: blowjob, deepthroating, dirty talk, praise, d/s tones, dom!san, spit, leg humping, cum

word count: 1,3k

"You're doing so good," San assures from above you. "But you can take more, can't you?"

The hand on the back of your head is gentle, even though he's putting pressure on the back of your head. He's holding you in place, fingertips pressing into your scalp as his hips push forward, and his thumb is stroking over your hair. Sans other thumb caresses over your cheekbone, and he taps your cheek as a reminder to relax. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you push the last little bit before your nose touches at Sans pelvis.

San has trained you for this, kept your mouth around him and talked you through it plenty of times to prepare you for taking him down completely, and now with him as deep as he can go, San coos praise.

"There you go, pretty baby. So good, keep it there."

The feeling of his cock so deep in your throat is filling, distracting and all-consuming, and Sans praise is clouding your mind already. Spit pools in your mouth, and you swallow around him as best as you can, probably dribbling saliva down your chin. San hisses at the sensation of your throat clenching, swallowing around him, and you can feel him twitch in the back of your throat.

"Feels so fucking good like this." San praises. It would feel better to him if you were bobbing your head, swirling your tongue over the sensitive head and meeting your mouth with your hand. You know it, and San does too, but this isn't just about mindless pleasure and making him come, it's more. It's the control, his hand on your head holding you down and his instructions teaching you how to breathe, suck, open your throat. You want to be good for him, that's what this is about; with Sans control, you can be good for him. He's still humming sweet assurance above you, and it makes you want to be even better, so that eventually you can suck him down entirely without him having to hold you down.

It's now that you dare a look up at him, tilting your head back to meet his eyes. He's awed, looking down at you with a dazed smirk on his lips, and even through the tears in your eyes you can see the pink blush that flushes from his cheeks to his chest. San looks beautiful, already fucked out and it makes you moan around his cock to know that he's so affected by just this, just your mouth on him.

Your lungs are starting to scream for a fresh breath, robbed of all oxygen when your mouth is closed around him and your nose is flush against his pelvis. San notices when your nose starts to fan out hot, jagged breaths around him, he loses his grip and pulls you off his cock with a grasp on your hair. You gasp for breath, air filling your lungs like you desperately need but far less satisfying than the fill of Sans cock, and you want him back in your mouth already.

"Breathe for me," San murmurs above you, and suddenly the thought of his cock is a little less important. He's so good, he helps you refocus when you need it, when he knows what's better for you. "You're doing so good for me, baby."

Sans fingers have left the back of your head, now petting over your hair, and he's wiping at the tears leaving your eyes. Kind, tender fingers wipe away the drool on your chin, and he just lets you take your time.

"More," you whisper. Your voice is shaky, coming out in an ugly croak, but Sans dick twitches in front of your face when he hears it. It's heady, the combination of his body hovering above you, his cock just inches away dripping with your spit, and the realization that you're rutting against Sans foot comes when he laughs heartily.

"Fuck," San hisses. "So eager, aren't you? My good baby. Just a little longer, breathe for me."

San knows better than to rush this, he knows that the cloudy daze of wanting to be good for him means that you forget your limits and he needs to wind you down. He's so kind, knows just how to take care of you.

After a few more breaths San taps his finger against your lips, a silent urging to get you to open your mouth, and you do. Your mouth falls open and you shuffle closer, keening into his hand gripping your face, and then San guides his cock back into your mouth.

Both of you know you're not going to be able to take much more - you had already sucked him off for a while before this to relax your throat and it's getting harder to keep him down without the ache getting too overwhelming.

"Only a little more," San groans. "Feels so good, you're gonna make me come soon, just- ah, a little more."

He pushes at the back of your head, meeting the push with the nudge of his hips to bury himself completely in your mouth again. The slide is easy now, able to take him without gagging and your tongue readily pushes up to make space for him. You have to look up at him now, have to see his face to feed the haze in your head to keep going when your throat is stinging so deteringly. San is panting, chest rising and sinking with his heaving breaths above you, and he's looking down at you with half-lidded eyes.

"Doing so good for me," His voice is low and breathy, fading out in a moan. He pulls your head away once more, gives you a few seconds to gasp in breaths of air. "Just one more time."

With one hand on the back of your head and the other enveloping your jaw, San pushes inside of your mouth once more. Fighting to keep his composure, he lets out a drawn-out moan in time with the thrust inside your mouth.

"Just like that," he whines. "Close your eyes for me, yeah? Keep that mouth open too."

He pulls out again, replacing your mouth with his own hand and you watch for just a second as he starts stroking up and down his cock before you close your eyes, letting your mouth fall open. A small complaint dies down in the back of your head, because you much prefer to be able to watch Sans face as he comes, rather swallowing his cum in your mouth. But there's the settling reminder that your throat aches, a lot, that you wouldn't be able to take the erratic thrusts of his cock in your mouth as he chases release, and much less the push of his cock down your throat when he comes.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna come, ah- you look so hot, I'm gonna come, baby." San stutters, heaving breaths interrupting his speech. He comes with a hand still in your hair, holding onto you as his cum spurts in streaks of white, landing over your cheeks, chin, lips, a little into your mouth. Instinctively, routinely, you swallow the little cum that coats your tongue happily, still rutting your hips against Sans leg. He hisses through his teeth, you can hear the sound of his hand still pumping his dick to work through his orgasm, and with a content sigh San stills his movements.

"You did so well for me, you were so perfect." San hums, dragging his thumb through the sticky cum on your chin, pushing it into your mouth. His foot nudges up at you, connecting with your crotch, and San speaks again. "Stop that."

You whine before you can even think - before the disappointment even settles in. Your hands are wrapped around his thigh, but you still the movement in your hips, dejected.

"What?" San quirks, a small smile on his lips. "You didn't think I'd let you cum like that, did you? My baby has been so good for me, and I'd let them cum like a bitch in heat on my leg? No. Let me clean you up, then I'll take care of you."

587 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ateez: giving you head

notes: this feels so sloppy and unfinished but i’m posting it anyways bc brrrr brainrot. i have so many more thoughts as well but i had to tie it off or this would have been way too long.. anyways talk to me abt ateez

warnings: NSFW, oral, talks about d/s dynamics but nothing extreme, sub!idols, dom!reader, sub!reader, dom!idols, dirty talk, gender neutral reader, includes both dick & pussy

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[vinkunwildflowerqueen]

I posted 340 times in 2022

That's 240 more posts than 2021!

123 posts created (36%)

217 posts reblogged (64%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@readysetjo

@elphabaoftheopera

@vinkunwildflowerqueenupdates

@a-partofthenarrative

@o-wild-west-wind

I tagged 208 of my posts in 2022

Only 39% of my posts had no tags

#fanfiction - 35 posts

#writing - 34 posts

#fiyeraba - 24 posts

#vinkunwildflowerqueen - 20 posts

#wicked fanfiction - 19 posts

#ask - 17 posts

#wicked - 14 posts

#fiyeraba fanfiction - 13 posts

#wicked musical - 11 posts

#anon - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 121 characters

#so i can only watch the movie until they hit the iceberg and then i need to either stop it or skip to the last 10 minutes

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

💌📚

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

For the Wicked fandom, there's a lot of ones that I always think of as "classics" that I re-read so much 'back in the day'.

Here's a bit of a list:

Almost Like a Prophecy by bloodymary2

Changed, for Good by ThexInvisiblexGirl

Following the Rules by Wicked'elphaba-fiyero (this is incomplete and you have no idea how much that haunts me still. Last update was 2016).

Rules for the Tiggular Household by deeplyshallow

Skin Deep by HollyBush (HollyBush actually helped me so much planning out a fic a literal decade ago that I still haven't written. But I think 2023 may be the year...)

Sincerely, An Annoyed Shiz Student by Wicked'elphaba-fiyero

Student Teaching by Ziva-Zia-Z

That can be Arranged by fermataoso

When Realization Hits by the-mad-madness-of-muchness

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

Sooo many. Too many to list here, especially when my brain forgets if we actually write it or just like it....

Look, we all know I love a proposal.

But I also love Found Family

Friends to Lovers is a classic, as is Love Letters.

Giving people their "Pimped Out Dress" moment is also fun- at least until the moment where I have to physically describe the dress. But the virtual shopping with no budget, that is fun.

Fanfic ask list

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#4

This seems to be a thing now... ♟️

19 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

#3

All of these would be useful, but I'm going with option 2!

35 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

#2

Narrator: Just overheard a couple walking down the stairs- she's carrying a significant number of books, he's following looking exasperated and says: "one day your shelves are going to collapse and I'm going to die beneath an avalanche of books, and when that happens I want you to tell people that is not how I wanted to go."

Me: ... Fiyeraba.

Source

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My #1 post of 2022

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[sebsxphia]

On youtube under the video for summertime sadness there is a man who wrote out a comment about his wife and I sob every time I think about it.

“My wife, Jana was a huge Lana Del Rey fan and she loved this song. I actually never gave it a whole lot of thought until she passed unexpectedly in her sleep on March 19, 2021, in our home in Sedona, Arizona. Since that day, I've been obsessed with it and listen to the song almost every day. Sometimes several times a day and it never fails to make me shed a tear for Jana as I do. She had just turned 39-years-old in February and she was absolutely beautiful inside and out. Ironically enough, many people used to stop her in the street and tell her how much she looked like Lana. She was my gorgeous ginger baby. And as a tribute to Jana, I'm going to get the lines"Think lIl miss you forever Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky” tattooed on me with Jana's name and her significant dates beneath it. She'd have loved that, I think.”

and I just know if Jake had to he would honor you in a way like this with so much meaning because he would think you deserve nothing less.

dear anon bless you!! i’m so sorry it took me so long to reply to this, i wasn’t in the right head space at the time.

but after thinking about it, yes absolutely he would!! he worships the ground you walk on and that wouldn’t stop, even after. we’ve already agreed he would get tattoos of you, so i think he would do something similar as well.

thank you so much for this thought dear anon!! 💌 it is incredibly sweet, and really did touch my heart 🥹💖

always here if you want to talk my dear anon!! 💌

[alpacaparkaseok]

I posted 2,122 times in 2021

1543 posts created (73%)

579 posts reblogged (27%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.4 posts.

I added 2,671 tags in 2021

#b:asks - 986 posts

#anon asks - 298 posts

#bts fluff - 221 posts

#bts - 214 posts

#the pact:asks - 195 posts

#htss:asks - 193 posts

#bts x reader - 166 posts

#bts fanfic - 154 posts

#b:rants - 150 posts

#l&f asks - 94 posts

Longest Tag: 113 characters

#the fact that you must have literally gone back and found this chapter just to post this gif with it is hiliarous

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

How to Sell Sunshine - M.list

"I've always wanted to be the villain."

→ Pairing: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), mafia!BTS x mafia!reader

→ warnings/tags: SFW, e2l, mafia!au so some violence (but more like alludes to it), threats, humor, pining, heists and criminal activity, Hoseok is a hITMAN so ya'll already know this is gonna be a good time

→ a/n: I don't have a schedule for this atm, although I have a general outline that should help get the chapters out hopefully weekly! as always, please let me know what you think! I'm excited to share this with you guys and thank you for your love and support! enjoy!

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478 notes • Posted 2021-07-07 21:51:53 GMT

#4

Falling, falling

“I have loathed you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Likewise.”

 Pairing: Slytherin!Tae x. Gryffindor!reader

 Words: 13.9k (don’t @ me I didn’t intend for this to happen)

 Genre: Hogwarts!BTS, e2l

 Warnings/rating: SFW, pining, Tae is a lovable brat™, reader is a mess, lots of pining, tension lol, kinda veiled threats but nothing violent I swear

 A/N: This is an installment in the BTS meets Hogwarts collaboration with @homeofbangtan! It’s been so fun working with these lovely writers, and I hope you guys enjoy this one shot as well as the rest of the installments! As always, pls let me know if this was decent. Love you all! banner made by the talented @ttaetae

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512 notes • Posted 2021-07-20 08:50:08 GMT

#3

The Pact - masterlist

Premise: You learned a few days ago that the boys have pact that doesn’t allow them to make a move on you. What happens when they find out that you know?

Warnings: none as far as I know! lol except for this reader. she has no idea what she just got herself into

Pairing: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly tho)

Completed

Did you know that this could classify as a small book? The Pact totals: 134 pages.

Spooked (important, the oneshot that started it all. read this first.)

 Well, this is awkward...

 Date #1 ✨✨

 Date #2 🌉🌉

 Date #3 📖📖

 Date #4 ✈️✈️

 Date #5 🥡🥡

 Date #6 ☔☔

the pact 📃📃

 Date #7 🌟🌟

I loved her first 💔💔

 Shocker 💌💌

Epilogue  🌙🌙

The Pact: An Inside Look

The Pact | Halloween Special |

playlist ( made by @fanfictionreader05 )

all rights reserved © alpacaparkaseok

599 notes • Posted 2021-02-28 02:39:16 GMT

#2

If I Could Lie

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

→ Pairing: idol!JK x reader (ex staff)

→ word count: 4k (why do I keep making these long??)

→ warnings/tags: exes au, SFW, angst, fluff, pining (lol I guess I have a thing for pining?)

→ a/n: 2nd summer request! requested by anon; a photo of your request will be at the bottom. I am uploading this one before the Jin one because it shares the same prompt as my last update & I wanted to keep a variety going. I hope you enjoy!

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Jungkook’s eyes take in your every move - your every breath - from the second you step into the room. He doesn’t try to hide it, despite the fact that just about everyone is aware of his sudden infatuation. You give him an exasperated smile that hopefully communicates what you’re trying to say. 

Which is, last I checked, we’re supposed to ignore each other’s existence, Jungkook. 

Not that you actually say that. No, you attempt to actually uphold your side of the unspoken bargain by ignoring the man across the crowded room. 

You haven’t seen him in...what? Two years? Two and a half? All you can really remember is a door slamming in your face and a flustered staff member directing you toward the exit. 

You’d nearly made it to the exit before Jungkook burst out of the hallway, desperate and sprinting toward you as though you were his life’s work slipping through his fingertips. 

“I’m leaving,” you had muttered as Jungkook barreled into you that afternoon, panting and brushing his hair out of his face. 

“What?” He sounded incredulous. “No...no, you’re not. Listen, I’ll sort it out right now, and-”

“Jungkook.” The way you said his name had him closing his mouth in an instant. He was always such a good listener. “I’m...I’m leaving. I- I have to go.”

He let you leave, although the way he held onto your hands until you quite literally slipped through his fingertips left you with a shattered heart. 

You’d been together for only three weeks before it all came crashing down. Why did it hurt so much after so short a time? The fact that Jungkook - Jeon Jungkook - had come forward and confessed to you was the icing on the cake. As far as you knew, life was better and brighter than ever before. 

But you were young; you both were. Too young, Sejin had gently told you only a week into your secretive relationship with the singer. Jungkook was too young and on the verge of major success along with the rest of the members; a relationship was the last thing he needed. 

A scandal, he’d called it. Because that’s what it would look like. Jeon Jungkook fell for one of the staff members, how was it possible? The world would rip the two of you to shreds, and Sejin kindly reminded you of how quick Jungkook was to blame himself for any sort of mistake. 

For one week, you lived in bliss. 

For the following two, you lived a lie. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Jungkook the truth. That you were leaving, that you’d submitted your two-week notice. It was for the best.

The feeling of someone staring has the hair on the back of your neck rising, and as you turn to glare at the perpetrator, you jump to see Jungkook right behind you. Drink in hand and mussing his hair with the other, he looks at you for a split second before looking down at his feet. 

“Hey.”

The word goes straight through you as you attempt to look nonchalant and lean against the counter.  

“Hey!” Ok, that was way too peppy. “I, uh...how are you?”

“Good, good.” Jungkook clears his throat almost comically before peeking back up at you. “How are you?”

“Great. Doing...great.”

Well, this sucks. 

Jungkook appears inclined to agree, but he treks on like a champ. “Yugyeom told me he invited you. Didn’t expect you to show up, though.” He gives a breathy chuckle, a wry smile appearing on his face for a moment before slipping away. 

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#1

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself

pairing/genre: Taehyung x reader, idol!reader x idol!taehyung

premise: When you lock eyes with your soulmate, you’re immediately teleported to them. So, technically it’s not your fault that you ended up in Kim Taehyung’s lap for all to see.

word count: 1.3k

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requested by @marianeamine​ - thanks for the fun request! a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post! (also, can we just enjoy Yoongi’s tiny clapping in the background of this gif? lol)

The lights are nearly blinding as you move across the stage, basking in the fan-chants you can hear around the giant venue. You don’t claim to be anything like EXO or BTS...but still, you would be lying if you didn’t get some sort of satisfaction at the considerable amount of fans that made it to MAMA this year.

You watch as one of your group members takes the center as you’d practiced, the other two of you flanking her and pushing hard through the final notes of the song. 

Your little trio, while new to the competitive world of K-pop, had an amazingly successful year. When you were invited to perform not one but two of your hit songs on stage at one of the most prestigious award shows of the year, you were floored.

Now, locking eyes with your other bandmate as all three of you hit the final note - which is nothing short of a miracle, considering how hard you’re breathing right now - you can’t help but smile.

What a year it’s been. 

Together, the three of you sink to the floor, keeping those smiles on your faces until lights fade and the cameras go elsewhere. You were instructed to remain sitting on this portion of the stage for about a minute after the performance, due to the hosts coming out on the opposite end of the room and needing to rearrange this corner. It was deemed too dangerous for you all to get down just yet, but you don’t mind.

Now that you don’t have those blinding lights focused on you, you can actually see out into the crowd. Your heart swells as you spot all of your fans with signs and lightsticks, a few of them still trying to see your group through the darkness. It’s tempting to wave at them, but you refrain, not wanting to draw attention away from the hosts. 

“Dude,” Jiwoo scoots closer to you, Ari leaning over as well to hear what she’s whispering, “Is it just me, or did Yeonjun just get like...1000 times hotter?”

You refrain from laughing, instead craning your neck to get a look. “Where’s TXT?”

Jiwoo gives you subtle directions, not daring to point at him for fear of some fancams picking up on her newfound obsession. That would be a PR disaster. 

“They’re kind of hard to see from this angle,” Ari explains, having already found them. “They’re sitting right behind BTS though.”

Well, you know where BTS is sitting. Everyone, whether they like it or not, is automatically tuned in to where the biggest band in the world is sitting. 

You look over at them, eyes jumping over them to see TXT behind them. You grin. “Yeah, they all look really good.”

“Yeah,” Jiwoo huffs. “But Yeonjun looks sooo good, right?”

Squinting your eyes in an effort to get a better look, you’re a little shocked when certain BTS members sense your stare.

You watch with utter embarrassment as Jimin chuckles at your group, nudging Taehyung and mumbling something to him.

“Er...guys...” you begin, praying that Taehyung won’t look this way. How embarrassing, they probably think that you’re gawking at them not TXT.

You don’t get to finish your sentence as you see Taehyung glancing up, saying something to Jimin as he locks eyes with you.

The darkness from your corner of the stage suddenly becomes absolute, wind whistling in your ears as you gasp for air. The strange sensation doesn’t last long, and soon you’re slamming into something solid and warm.

Peeking one eye open, you’re met with fluffy dark hair, and arms that wrap around your waist to keep you from slipping off. 

Before you’re even able to understand what’s happening, you hear it. People whispering, a few even crying out in distress. Did something bad happen?

Straightening up, you let out a little squeak at you find yourself staring straight into the cocoa-dipped eyes of Kim Taehyung. His lips have parted, making it seem like he was gasping just a moment ago. One of his earrings glints in the light, casting him in a diamond-like glow.

Overall, he doesn’t seem to be faring much better than you, but as you go to move away because you’re on the man’s lap, he instinctively tightens his grip. 

“Let her go, Tae,” Namjoon grounds out from the other end of the seats, and it seems like only then does Taehyung begin to hear the obvious uproar and excitement from fans and idols. He gives you an apologetic smile, loosening his grip. 

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[fakeoutbf]

18, 30, 39💕

hi anon! 💓

18. rant about your favorite musician 

i love quite a few artists/bands but i’ll rant about LANY bc their songs just fucking slap?? they have a unique style that will forever make me weak, the lyrics are always absolutely perfect and the music and harmonies are just?? go listen to super far, flowers on the floor, thick and thin, malibu nights, and their new singles bc i am obsessed (plus they did a song with lauv and that song fucking comes for me every time!!)

30. if you had to dye your hair an unnatural color right now, what would you choose?

i’ve always wanted to dye my hair lilac or lavender (so like pastel purple) or maybe platinum blonde/almost white? idk why i love how that looks

39. describe your aesthetic

i always go back and forth on aesthetics but right now it’s mostly neutral/brown/tan colors with maybe greens?? very natural and maybe like yellow/orange/peach as accent colors (this is mostly in terms of colors) 🌾🍊🍋🍑🌿

send me a number 💌

[beginagain]

1. you and your spouse are actual life goals 2. you manage to keep control of 40 crazy people (which takes an actual superhero) 3. you're way to good at digging into people archives

i love my babe and honestly the 39 people in tstz are my children and i raised them to behave so it ain’t hard… i’m the 40th though and controlling myself has been a hellride /: you don’t really know a person until you’ve seen their posts from 2011

💌 tell me 3 things you’ve learned about me on anon

[hyunsvngs]

I’M THINKING ABOUT JEONGIN. i’m thinking about experienced jeongin + virgin reader . i’m thinking about getting stretched by his huge cock, and him holding your hand as he slowly pushes every inch of his dick inside of you 😵‍💫 pausing to make sure you’re okay, and once he’s inside of you, he grabs your hand, puts it on your stomach and presses down on where his dick is .&/@;&/$;&;&3 with every slow thrust he’s squeezing your hand tight trying to hold himself back from fucking you senseless but i know he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back,,

“does it— does it hurt? i don’t wanna hurt you, baby—“ he’s stammering out as he’s pounding into you because he can’t help himself like it’s SOOOOOOOO and he’d cum so fast too because of how tight you are but he’ll push through and make you squirt so hard that your vision goes white for a second /&(@)@:&&(&(@:@ and yes i’ve written this before

— 39!

JUS TPEED EVERYWHERE IN WORK

[hyunsvngs]

JEONGIN SOLOS STAGE JEONGIN SOLO STAGE JEONGIN SLOLSO STAGE SNOENGON

i want this man to fill my hole with an unrealistic amount of cum . need him to hold me down and breed me xoxo

—39!

i’m really happy to see this fucked this many people up because i have not left may alone abt jeongin since i saw it. i havent stopped.

look at him ..

[hyunsvngs]

lip piercing Kim seungmin hhhhnnghhhhfff,,, I wanna sit on his cock

—39!

STOP AND THINK ❌ TOP A TWINK ✅

[hyunsvngs]

I AM SO ADAMANT ON THE THOUGHT OF COCKWARMING HAN JISUNG AS HE’S PRODUCING SOMETHING. I HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT THIS BEFORE AND IT WAS SO SO SO SEXY

please the thought of just cuddling so close to him with his dick nestled inside of me makes me so weak… imagine he tucks your hair behind your ears before he places his headphones on your head to listen to what he has so far… i need to be restrained

— 39 !

SHUT THE FUCK UP I WANT TO WRITE THSI...

[hyunsvngs]

DID YOU SEE HOW ANGRY SEUNGMIN WAS AFTER THE FIRST CHK CHK BOOM PROMO STAGE THING??

okay there was a malfunction w his in-ears and at the end of the stage he basically ripped them off and it made me 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 changbin was SOOOOOO right about saying that seungmin was sexy when he’s angry because the way I want this man to use my hole as a stress output is crazy

i desperately need to read something about this… do you have fic recommendations or would you be open to writing about this

—39!

i definitely have some angry dom seungminnie in my masterlist!! he’s soooo delicious 🤤 need his cock in my mouth

other than that, does anyone have any recs? :)

[hyunsvngs]

han has the most sittable face i’ve ever seen on a man his nose is so perfect i need it rubbing against my clit as he’s tongue-fucking me with my thighs enclosing on both sides of his head i wanna squirt in his mouth

—39!

OK YEAH.

[hyunsvngs]

being jeongin biased is actually fucking insane the cute aggression he causes me makes me want to aggressively squish his adorable little dimply cheeks but I also want him to fuck me until i’m squirting and pissing uncontrollably

i’ve also never met another jeongin stan who doesn’t have a hand kink

-39!

okay this is real. AND ALSO i agree i think every jeongin stan has a hand kink

i discussed what jamsracha was a while ago since i was planning on releasing a jamsracha 5some fic for my bday in may (its unfortunately still in progress LMAO) but i can reveal jamsracha contains minsung, jeongin & felix SO i technically bias jeongin and yes i do have a hand kink tbh

[hyunsvngs]

hi i’m the anon that sent in the asks about getting fingered and pounded by jeongin and i would like to say that i hate being on my period because it genuinely curses me with the worst wave of heat that i can’t do anything about . also can i be 39 anon because that’s my favourite number and i really love how judgement free you are up in this bitch

— 39 !

GLADDDD WE ARE ALL FREAKING IN HEAT!! no bc seriously these men do have me feeling like im in heat.