#CONFIRMED©️

[joghurt-und-glas]

[dannybobany]

more oc stuff-

A character! I’m not sure why I picked her as opposed to anyone else, maybe she was just on my mind

Her name is Claire Silverstone but I have to admit that’s a misleading statement, Silverston is not her maiden name nor her married name, it’s more like a title- she’s a keeper of sorts for a very very old castle which in her lifetime she’s transformed into a school as to make use of the space

Silverstone is the name of every keeper who has ever lived there, she took it from the man who kept the place before and one day she will pass it to someone else, this is not well known information to outsiders by any means though- most people are under the impression that the property has been regularly passed through a family line, very few are aware of the places true nature

Claire is something of an enigma to people who know of her and to her students, nobody’s sure why she wears a veil as her answers are very inconsistent whenever asked and her children say she doesn’t seem to mind taking it off in private, some think it’s religious while many have thought she must be marred in some way under that cover although again, her children deny this

There’s a certain story about the castle she keeps, which for the last 14 odd years has been a school, that the castle itself is alive somehow, students have seen how sometimes the halls change shape or new design’s or murals or statues in the gardens appear from nowhere, no one ever seen putting them up, no one ever seen doing construction

A less prevalent rumor is of disappearing elevators, some students claim they’ve seen the Silverstone siblings entering into doors or elevators that turn back into walls when you blink, but most people say it’s silly, that kind of magic just isn’t real- no such thing as portals!

Although, despite disagreement on what exactly is strange about the building, most can agree it’s … strange somehow and that the land around it is too, in fact some describe feeling less focused or aware of themselves whenever they leave to visit family or after graduation, this feeling though dissipates quickly and is written off as kind of culture shock, after all; it’s so far from anything else that one might forget what the world outside Silverstone is like, perhaps those beautiful gardens and polished hallways go on forever

[tora-ken]

the art of holding hands

genre gojo x gn!reader, fluff, domestic life with satoru

warnings none

wc; 273

please do not plagiarise or share my works on any other social media platforms. as always, reblogs are appreciated <3

satoru finds himself bound to you in a plethora of ways, emotionally, spiritually, telepathically, any way, you name it; but his heart beats a little bit faster when he confirms those bounds through the physical affection you give him.

sure, your kisses bring him life, and making his giant ass little spoon fixes his entire week, but there’s nothing that squeezes his heartstrings more than when his hands are intertwined with yours.

the physicality of your fingers tangled with his, in such a simplistic manner, yet held in such an intimate regard, reminds satoru why he loves you all over again. he’s reminded of your first dates, first kisses and first i love you’s and how you had held hands each and every time.

they say the only constant in this world is change, but satoru begs to differ, because his existence (that which involve worshipping the ground you walk on), proves otherwise. the simple fact that you never let go of his hands, even if he complains that they’re sweaty, will always surpass the statement that change is the only constant.

“baby, where are you going?” he voices out, although groggily.

“-gonna go brush my teeth. wanna come?” you hold out a hand for him as he slowly rises out of bed, and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

nodding with a gentle hum, satoru trails behind you, hands interlocked, watching your quiet footsteps towards the shared bathroom and the ambience of your apartment at dawn repeats the same revelation he’s always had, through his lips.

“i love you, beautiful.”

“i love you too toru. now brush, our breaths stink.”

a/n ー short fluff!!

©️tora-ken 2024

[luvyeni]

SEX FASHION GUITAR — JAEMIN SMAU MASTERLIST

𐙚 pairings. rockstar!jaemin x stylist!reader

✧ genre. rockstar!au, fwb!au crack/humor, fluff, angst college au ( ? ), mutual pining

warnings. swearing, death jokes, eventual smut, jaemin is a fuckboy highkey, will add more if needed

synopsis. l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.

characters. l/n y/n, na jaemin, 7dream, sieun ( stayc ) winter ( aespa ) ft. hanbin ( zb1 )

started. 04-01-2024

ended. 04-22-2022

authors note. been working on this for a minute and i can't wait for you guys to read it❤️

let me know if you want to be added !

( 🩶 ) ... LET'S PLAY !

0.) PROFILES

1.) nightmare fuel ...

2.) will you do it ? ...

3.) fuck elon musk ...

4.) not that bad 😆 ...

5.) down a peg ...

6.) fitting day📍...

7.) unfair treatment ...

8.) he's unsaveable ...

9.) 5 minutes until show time ... ( written )

10.) not to your face , no ...

11.) no need to fight it ...

12.) next time ... ( written )

13.) stay the night ...

14.) that random dude ...

15.) throwing me off 😐...

16.) how far are you willing to go ...

17.) nice guy ...

18.) bowling with hanbin ...

19.) maybe it's time ...

20.) let's end it ...

21.) hostility in the chat 😬 ...

22.) spiraling ...

23.) new york ...

24.) im sorry ... ( written ) ...

25.) best non-confirmed boyfriend ever ...

26.) y/n is better ...

27.) debut day ( im sorry pt 2. ) ...

28.) release party ...

29.) number 1 ! ...

30.) people really like us ...

31.) rumored ...

32.) next week ...

33.) music show ...

34.) so happy ...

35.) disney ass outfit ...

36.) he's mine ...

BONUS CHAPTERS !

1.) jaemin not having media training ...

2.) dreams first award ...

3.) the girls vs jaeminslvt ...

©️LUVYENI

[the-badger-mole]

I still find the notion that every air nomad was born a bender ridiculous. The three other nations have a good equal of benders and nonbenders, so why so it be different Air? It just seemed to me like another attempt for the Air Nomads to be this lost, pure and righteous race.

The realistic answer is Bryke is terrible at actual world building, and it makes more sense for it to not be true (and based on the show bible, it seems like it wasn't true originally, although I think LoK confirmed it was true? Someone let me know if I'm right, please. I'm not rewatching to check). The interesting answer is that all Air Nomads were not airbenders, and they did Something Horrible™️©️®️ to the non-bending children. That's my headcanon.

If I wrote this story, the fact that this happened among the Air Nomads comes out, but no one believes it at first. It's widely accepted to be Fire Nation propaganda, like when Aang found out that the Fire Nation kids were being taught that the Air Nomads had a formal military that was defeated by Sozin and not that the Air Nomad civilians were ambushed. But then Something Happens, and it's slowly revealed that no, it's true. The Air Nomads had skeletons in their closet, too (literally, in some cases). The Something depends on what timeline I'm envisioning.

Scenario 1: Canon compliant, until... Kya is born, and now Aang has TWO non-airbending children. That calls into question the idea that all Air Nomads were benders, because it's impossible that a nomadic people who traveled all over the world (and who may not have held monogamy as a universal standard) didn't have children with people of different nations. Either it's a myth that all Air Nomads were airbenders, or babies born without bending weren't considered Air Nomads (and what does that mean for Katara's children?), or Aang really is the first Air Nomad to try to have babies with a non-airbender (pffftt!!!). That opens up a whole lot more uncomfortable questions. During the time that all of this is happening, more Air Nomad artifacts confirming some unpleasant truths are discovered.

Scenario 2: Kataang doesn't happen (yay for Katara!). The questions start coming because air benders are being discovered in pockets around the world. They are born to people who weren't air benders, or not any sort of benders at all. In tracing their family lines, some of them discover Air Nomad ancestors. Those are the ones that were raised by their non-Nomad parents. There are others- a disturbing number- who aren't able to trace their lineages back very far because their Nomad-descended ancestors were given away. Some in under the table adoptions, others to orphanages, and more than a few were given into servitude and poverty, and even they were among the lucky ones. The world is turned on its head when the mass graves full of small bones are found....During the time that all of this is happening, more Air Nomad artifacts confirming some unpleasant truths are discovered.

[kanyerealdaughter]

#ASS OR BOOBS PT |

characters | kinji hakari , hajime kashimo , suguru geto , takuma ino , toji fushiguro.

sexual context (fem,reader) - part two here.

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KINJI HAKARI - he chuckled, an amused smile tugging at his lips. he ran a hand through his pinkish and purple tones barrel twist, a nonchalant gesture, before responding.

"can't a man prefer both?" he quipped, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

*its not confirmed that hakari had purple hair or barrel twist i just like to think of him that way but if you don't like it just ignored it.*

you automatically rolled your eyes you should've known he was going to say that.

" noo you gotta pick one kinji...!" you whine forcing him to pick one. hakari chuckled at your insistence but played along, clearly enjoying the little game.

" hmm... if i have to pick one,." he relented, pretending to weigh his answer.

"i'd say ass, definitely. the curve, the bounce... you get me?" a smirk played on his lips as he leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping lower.

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HAJIME KASHIMO - " kashimo, are you a boobs guy or an ass guy..?"

" what's with the sudden weird question?" he looks at you with a frown and his arms are folded across his chest. he doesn't seem to be in a good mood, as usual, and it looks like he just returned home.

" just pick one." you huffed rolling your eyes.

" boobs, if i have to choose." he lets out a sigh before replying as he gets a headache from your weird question.

" and whyyy..?"

" because i like the way they look. why are you always asking such weird questions..." he gets annoyed by the constant questions and replies more bluntly with his normal grumpy tone.

*Imfaoo i do believe this man does have a short temper after a long day.*

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SUGURU GETO - " hey suguru, are you an ass guy or a boobs guy.?"

he was clearly caught off guard by the question as he slightly paused. he didn't expect you to be this forward he then smiles and gives you one good look up-and look down before tilting his head.

" depends on the girl.."

" anddd...? what does that mean..?" you asked curiously.

" it means i like both." he takes a good look at you. he takes in the outfit you were wearing as his sharp purple eyes slowly scans over your figure before they slowly move up to meet your eyes. he lets out a low chuckle, his smirk growing wilder.

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TAKUMA INO - " ino do you like boobs or ass better..?"

ino's face turned beat red from embarrassment and surprise from the sudden question

"w-what?! why are you asking me that all of a sudden??"

you laugh quietly from his reaction " ino.. chill it's just a question... just answer the question."

" b-boobs i guess..." ino's face was still blushed bright red, trying to come back from the sudden embarrassment.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO - " toji are you a boob guy or an ass guy.?"

" that's a very random question..." he replies and looks at you up and down.

" so..? just pick one.."

" if you want an honest answer i prefer the ass." he just gives you a glance before looking away.

" really why.?"

" because there is so much you can do with it and it looks good i have to admit i look at yours almost every day because i like it that much." he puts an arm around your waist.

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - *reposted* part two coming soon.!

words - 0.6k

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[writingforstraykids]

Always back to you - Pt.6

Pairing: Minho x male!Reader

Word Count: 3477

Summary: Minho and you spend your first night together. The next morning you accompany him to pick up Minjun. Feeling like a part of their family gets easier with each day as they show you how much they love you.

Warnings/Tags: bottom!reader, top!min, smut, fluff, domestic shit, found family

A/N: We've unofficially reached the end but please, if there's anything you'd like me to write for this story please let me know! Little Minjun has grown close to my heart🖤 So if you'd be interested in anything even a little further in their life (first day at school, first visit at Minho's parents', bits of Chanlix being Minjun's uncles, more Min x Ynnie bits etc.) please let me know in the comments or send in an ask🖤🖤

PART FIVE

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Minho’s touch is skilled, a perfect blend of tender and assured, driven by his desire to bring you comfort and pleasure. His eyes never leave yours, seeking confirmation and encouragement, his own desire mirrored in the deepening blush of your cheeks.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. His fingertips trace patterns along the waistband of your trousers that leave you breathless.

“More than okay,” you manage to reply, your voice a whisper caught between sighs. The room fills with the sound of your intertwined breaths, a testament to the closeness that both of you cherish.

Minho’s movements become more purposeful. His free hand cradles your face, his thumb caressing your jawline as he watches the effects of his actions reflected in your expressions. The world narrows down to the shifting shadows cast by the dim light, the soft bedding beneath you, and the man who has come to mean so much. He has barely touched you, and you’re already melting into a puddle. How the hell would you survive this?

Your clothes slowly meet the floor, and your breath hitches at the sight of him in only his boxers. You've seen him changing clothes often before but not like this, not with the promise of so much more. 

As Minho’s touch becomes a dance of desire and adoration, his lips press tender kisses across the expanse of your bare shoulder, moving slowly with a deliberate tenderness that sends shivers cascading down your spine. Each kiss is a note played on the very strings of your soul, coaxing a harmonious melody that resonates with the heat building within the depths of your being.

"Is this okay?" he whispers again, his breath warm against the curve of your neck, his voice roughened with the weight of his need yet threaded with an underlying current of concern for your comfort. You nod, incapable of forming words, your heart pounding a fierce rhythm against your ribs. His lips trail higher, exploring the line of your jaw before capturing your mouth in a kiss filled with promises and whispers of the night yet to unfold.

Encouraged by your response, Minho's hands become more assured, mapping the contours of your body with a reverence that speaks of deep-seated desire tinged with awe. His fingertips glide over your skin, tracing the rise and fall of each breath, the soft valleys, and the delicate peaks, learning the texture and warmth of you. Each touch is a word in the language only the two of you speak, a language of sighs, touches, and looks that bind and weave your desires together.

His gaze never strays from yours, dark eyes locked onto the expressions flitting across your face. He reads each one, seeking affirmation and delving deeper into the shared pool of rising passion. The air between you thickens with unsaid words and the tangible presence of your mutual longing. Every caress, every kiss, is a step deeper into the realm where only you and Minho exist, suspended in a cocoon of warmth and soft light.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs, voice laden with emotion, as his hands wander with more purpose, his touch sparking fires along paths previously untouched. The room fades away, the world beyond the soft, dim confines of your shared space ceasing to exist. There's only the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of his kisses, and the sound of your combined breaths, a symphony of intimate connection.

Minho’s movements grow more confident, each touch and kiss a stroke of artistry from a lover skilled in the nuances of pleasure. His lips worship your skin, setting every nerve alight with anticipation and yearning for the crescendo you both know is yet to come.

With each moment, you guide his hands, showing him the places where your body sings at the slightest touch, instructing him through whispered breaths and gentle nudges. He kisses you deeply as he pours some lube into his hand, reaching down between your bodies and letting you guide him. You bite your lower lip hard as his fingers trace their way down to your hole, moaning quietly as he pushes one finger inside. Minho watches your face in awe as he works you open with his fingers, slowly stretching you out for more.

“Minho,” you moan softly, biting your lower lip hard. Your voice carries a mix of need and pleasure, and he responds with a look of pure adoration. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his fingers still working with meticulous care and increasing fervor.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to the electrifying sensations coursing through you. His praise makes your heart flutter, and you feel a surge of confidence and comfort in his touch.

His fingers continue their gentle yet insistent exploration, and you can feel the tension within you building to an almost unbearable point. The room is filled with the sounds of your mutual breaths, soft gasps, and whispered names, creating an intimate symphony that pulls you closer together.

Minho’s other hand remains on your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he leans down to kiss you again, this time with a fierceness that leaves you breathless. You arch into him, your body seeking his with an urgency that mirrors the fire in his eyes.

As he carefully adds another finger, you gasp into his mouth, the sensation a perfect blend of fullness and stretch. He takes his time, ensuring you are comfortable and well-prepared; every movement a testament to his care and dedication.

When he finally deems you ready, he withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving you with a sense of loss that is quickly replaced by anticipation. He shifts, positioning himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours, silently asking for permission and reassurance.

You nod, the gesture small but filled with all the trust and desire you hold for him. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your knee before lining himself up. The initial push is slow and steady, Minho’s face etched with concentration as he moves carefully, allowing you to adjust to the sensation.

Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you gasp at the fullness, the delicious stretch that borders on too much but never quite crosses the line. He pauses, giving you time to acclimate, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes, his voice barely more than a whisper. The sincerity in his words wraps around you like a warm blanket, and you relax, opening up to him even more.

With each gentle thrust, Minho pushes deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring that every moment is filled with pleasure and connection. The two of you move in harmony, a dance of bodies and hearts that transcends the physical.

As the rhythm between you builds, the intensity grows, and soon, you are both lost in a haze of pleasure, the world outside disappearing entirely. The sound of your combined moans and gasps fills the room, a symphony of shared ecstasy that binds you closer with every passing second. Minho's hands find yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you in this moment of pure connection.

His thrusts grow more confident, each one driving you higher, and you meet him with equal fervor, your bodies moving in perfect sync. The sensation of his skin against yours, the heat and friction, sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself drawing closer to the edge with each movement.

“Minho,” you whisper his name like a prayer, your voice laced with longing and love. He responds with a deep, soulful kiss, his lips capturing yours with a tenderness that speaks volumes. The world narrows down to this single point of connection, the ebb and flow of your bodies, the raw intensity of your shared desire.

As the pleasure builds to a crescendo, you cling to him, your nails digging into his back as you feel the wave of release approaching. He senses it too, his movements becoming more urgent, more deliberate, driving you both towards that inevitable peak.

“Let go,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse with his own need. “I’m here. Let go.”

With those words, you surrender completely, the world around you dissolving into a blinding rush of sensation as you finally tip over the edge. Your release crashes over you like a tidal wave, pulling you under, and you cry out his name, the sound echoing in the intimate space of your room.

Minho follows you into that abyss of pleasure, his own climax hitting him hard. He holds you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his body shuddering with the force of his release. The two of you remain entwined, riding out the aftershocks together, your breaths mingling in the heady aftermath.

Slowly, the world begins to come back into focus, and you find yourself cradled in Minho’s arms, his body still pressed close to yours. He presses soft, lingering kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, a silent promise of love and devotion.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft and full of concern. His eyes search yours, seeking any sign of discomfort or regret.

You smile, a warm, contented feeling spreading through you. “More than okay,” you reply, your voice filled with the quiet satisfaction of having shared something profound and beautiful with him.

He smiles back, his eyes shining with love and relief. “Good,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Because I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Minho,” you whisper, the words carrying all the depth of your feelings for him. The two of you lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten in the glow of your shared intimacy.

In that moment, there is only you and Minho, bound together by love, trust, and the unspoken promise of many more moments like this to come.

-

The next morning arrives with a soft glow filtering through the curtains, casting a warm light across the room. Minho stretches beside you, his arm instinctively reaching out to pull you closer. You both share a few moments of quiet intimacy before the responsibilities of the day pull you from the comfort of the bed.

After getting ready, you both head out to pick up Minjun from the studio. The drive is filled with soft music and easy conversation, the previous night's closeness still lingering in the air between you.

Upon arriving at the studio, you find Chan sitting on a couch with Minjun comfortably settled on his lap. Minjun is wearing a baby chicken sweater, the hood pulled up over his head, which you recognize as a gift from Felix, he showed you a few days ago. His small form is nestled against Chan, who is gently talking to him.

Minho smiles at the sight, his heart swelling with affection. He approaches quietly, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. "Morning, Channie," he greets softly, his eyes twinkling with warmth.

Chan looks up, a grin spreading across his face. "Morning, Min. Hey, Y/n," he adds, nodding towards you. Minjun's head perks up at the sound of his father's voice, and a wide smile spreads across his face.

"Daddy!" Minjun exclaims, scrambling off Chan's lap and running towards Minho. Minho crouches down, catching his son in a tight hug.

"Hey, buddy," Minho says, his voice filled with love. "Did you have a good time with Uncle Chan and Uncle Felix?"

Minjun nods enthusiastically. "Yes! We had so much fun! Look at my sweater!" He points proudly to the baby chicken sweater, the hood adorably framing his face.

Minho chuckles, ruffling Minjun's hair. "You look great, buddy. Uncle Felix has good taste."

Felix enters the room just then, carrying a tray of drinks. "Did I hear my name?" he asks with a playful smirk.

"Yeah, we were just admiring your choice in sweaters," Minho replies with a grin.

Felix laughs, setting the tray down and handing out drinks. "Well, Minjun makes everything look good."

As the adults settle into a comfortable conversation, Minjun crawls back onto Chan's lap, content to be surrounded by his family. The room is filled with warmth and laughter, a testament to the strong bonds that have formed among all of you.

After a while, Minho glances at you, his eyes softening. "Ready to head home, love?"

You nod, smiling at the sight of Minjun snuggled up with Chan. "Yeah, let's go."

Minho gently lifts Minjun from Chan's lap, the boy wrapping his arms around his father's neck. "Say bye-bye," Minho prompts.

"Bye, Uncle Chan! Bye, Uncle Felix!" Minjun says, waving happily.

"Bye, Minjun. We'll see you soon," Chan replies with a smile.

Felix ruffles Minjun's hair one last time. "Take care, little buddy."

As you walk out of the studio, Minjun babbling happily about his sleepover, you can't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The challenges and uncertainties that once seemed so daunting now feel manageable with Minho and Minjun by your side. The morning sun shines brightly, promising a future filled with love and togetherness. 

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Minho's long day at work ended as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the city. He arrived home exhausted, his shoulders sagging with the weight of the day's stress. The moment he walked through the door, his eyes lit up upon seeing you. Without a word, he dropped his bag and strode towards you, a tired but affectionate smile playing on his lips.

You opened your arms, and Minho immediately straddled your lap, his forehead pressing against yours. "Hey," he murmured, his voice heavy with fatigue. His back ached from hours of sitting and working, and you could see the weariness etched into his features.

"Hey," you replied softly, your hands automatically finding their way to his back. You started to massage his stiff muscles, your fingers kneading the knots that had formed over the course of the day. Minho let out a quiet moan, his head falling onto your shoulder as he relaxed into your touch.

"That feels so good," he whispered, his breath warm against your neck. You continued to work on his back, your movements slow and deliberate, aiming to provide as much relief as possible. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of Minho's contentment and the steady rhythm of your breathing.

Minho's body gradually became heavier against yours, and you realized he was falling asleep. His quiet moans turned into soft, rhythmic breaths as he succumbed to his exhaustion. You smiled, feeling a sense of fulfillment in being able to comfort him after his long day.

Not long after, you heard the sound of small footsteps padding across the floor. Minjun, your little boy, appeared from his room, clutching his favorite stuffed animal. His eyes widened when he saw his father asleep on your lap, and a look of curiosity crossed his face.

"Daddy's sleepy?" Minjun asked in a hushed voice, his gaze shifting from Minho to you.

"Yes, he had a long day at work," you explained softly. "Come here, sweetheart."

Minjun climbed onto the couch, nestling himself against your side. You wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. Minho's head remained on your shoulder, his breathing even and peaceful. Minjun snuggled closer, resting his head on your chest. The three of you sat there, a picture of familial warmth and love.

Time seemed to stand still as you held both of them, your heart swelling with affection. Eventually, you knew you had to move. Gently, you shifted Minho's weight, careful not to wake him. You managed to stand up, cradling Minho in your arms. He stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into sleep. “Come on, buddy.”

You carried him to your bedroom, laying him down on the bed with as much care as possible. Just as you were about to step back, Minho's arms shot out, pulling you down onto the bed beside him. He was still half-asleep, but his grip was surprisingly strong.

"Stay," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "Need you here."

You chuckled softly, unable to resist his sleepy plea. "Alright, I'm here."

Minho's hold on you loosened slightly, but he kept you close, his body seeking the comfort of your presence even in sleep. You snuggled into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back. His warmth enveloped you, and you felt a deep sense of contentment.

Minjun followed you into the bedroom, his small figure climbing onto the bed and curling up next to Minho. You reached out, gently running your fingers through Minjun's hair. The room was filled with the soft sounds of your family breathing in sync, a harmonious lullaby that soothed your soul.

In the quiet moments that followed, you found yourself reflecting on the journey that had brought you here. The challenges and triumphs, the moments of doubt and the unwavering love that had seen you through it all. With Minho and Minjun by your side, you felt a sense of completeness that words couldn't adequately capture.

As the night deepened, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, cocooned in the warmth of your family's embrace. Minho's soft snores, Minjun's gentle breaths, and the steady beat of your own heart formed a symphony of love and tranquility.

The next morning, you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Minho was still asleep, his face peaceful and serene. Minjun was nestled against him, their breaths synchronized in a tender display of father-son bonding.

Careful not to disturb them, you slipped out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. You began preparing breakfast, the familiar routine grounding you in the comforting rhythms of domestic life. As you cooked, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of waking up your sleepy boys with the aroma of a delicious meal.

Soon, the smell of freshly cooked pancakes filled the air, and you heard the sound of tiny feet padding towards the kitchen. Minjun appeared, his hair tousled from sleep, a sleepy smile on his face.

"Good morning, Mummy," he greeted, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning, sweetheart," you replied giggling, bending down to kiss the top of his head. "Did you sleep well?"

Minjun nodded, his eyes brightening at the sight of the pancakes. "Pancakes!"

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Yes, pancakes. Go wake up Daddy, okay?"

Minjun nodded enthusiastically and ran back to the bedroom. A few moments later, you heard the sound of Minho's groggy voice and Minjun's excited chatter. Soon, they both emerged, Minho looking slightly more awake, though still adorably tousled from sleep.

"Morning," Minho mumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek.

"Morning," you replied, smiling up at him. "Breakfast is ready."

The three of you sat down at the table, the atmosphere filled with warmth and love. Minjun babbled about his dreams and his plans for the day, his excitement infectious. Minho listened with a fond smile, occasionally glancing at you with a look of deep appreciation.

As the day unfolded, you found yourself lost in the simple joys of family life. Minho's presence was a constant source of comfort, his touch and words reassuring you that you were exactly where you belonged. Minjun's laughter echoed through the house, a reminder of the innocence and pure joy that children bring.

In the evening, as the sun set and the world outside grew quiet, you found yourself once again wrapped in Minho's embrace. This time, it was you who sought his comfort, resting your head on his chest as he held you close. Minjun was already asleep in his room, his dreams guarded by the love that surrounded him.

Minho's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, his touch a silent promise of unwavering support. "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

In that moment, everything felt perfect. The love you shared with Minho, the bond with Minjun, and the simple yet profound joy of being together. It was a reminder that no matter the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by the strength of your love and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.

And so, as you drifted off to sleep in Minho's arms, you carried with you the knowledge that you were truly blessed. For in the quiet moments of connection, in the laughter and the tears, you had found a love that was pure and enduring. A love that would see you through all of life's twists and turns, and a love that would always bring you back home.

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[candysunoo]

wc : 672 // highschool AU frfr

Yang Jungwon is a golden boy.

He looks at you slyly from across the room. Watching as you interact with your friends. Your laugh reverberates through the room. It fills his heart with joy just hearing it. He longs to come up and join the conversation but he simply wouldn’t know how.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon looks at you dumbfounded when you walk up to him in the library, you voice blocked out by the sound of his raging heartbeat. He stares at you, his chest falling slowly, it’s like the world has stopped. He blushes as you call his name again before snapping out of his daze. He practically preens when you ask him for help, telling him that you know he’s the top of the class. He agrees immediately, a small yes leaving his mouth. He can’t help but feel nervous already.

Yang Jungwon waits, once again in the library, it’s after school and the quiet comforts him. He was never loud, he was reserved, the top of the class, the calm student council president who stayed with his small group of friends and never got into trouble. A golden boy, that’s what they called him.

He smiles so sweetly when you walk up to the table once again thanking him kindly. He offers you to sit and you do. Yang Jungwon could’ve sworn his heart was going to explode just by the soft way you talk to him.

“He’s so busy, are you sure he’ll even help?” You recall your conversation with your friend. “Oh course he will, he’s a nice guy busy or not. He’ll find the time.” you defend yourself. “Whatever, call me after” your friend had sighed. Now sitting in the library across from Jungwon you couldn’t help but to admire him. Yang Jungwon was shy, he was sweet and kind and the top of everything. His presence alone made your heart beat faster. He was cute. Yeah a golden boy.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon tutored you for the next month. You’ve never seen him so relaxed. The way he is now is like a 180 from when you first met him. You think this is a side that even his friends hardly get to see. Yang Jungwon no longer quietly waits for you in the library, instead he walks up to you after your last class. He says it’s because you’ve been so late that he has to wrangle you in to get you there in time. You both know it’s not the entire truth. He doesn’t let the silence get awkward, he makes sure that there’s always something to say and if not it’s always comfortable. Did I mention he’s funny too? He makes dumb jokes because he knows you like them. Your laugh is gorgeous and the way you hit him lightly as you squeak makes his heart beat faster.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon didn’t feel so golden when he saw you talking to his self proclaimed arch nemesis. He went out of his way to be cold, ignoring your long messages, giving you one word replies, and waiting in the library only sighing in annoyance when you showed up 30 minutes late. The silence that day was awkward.

Yang Jungwon had never felt jealousy before. He was the top of everything, why would he be jealous? So when you asked weeks later, the words leaving your lips quietly, full of sadness and disappointment in the middle of the library, he didn’t know what to say. “Is that why you’re mad at me? Because I was talking to him?” He wants to say no but he feels guilty knowing he’s made you upset. “I- I- just…” he doesn’t know what to say but the confirmation is already there, that day the silence spoke for itself.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon gives you flowers the next week during your only tutoring session before break, an apology for his actions. A silent promise of more. Just because he was golden didn’t mean he couldn’t be green.

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[electricalhuzzah]

I was inspired

Done so quickly so apologies for it being a mere sketch, I just had to get it out of my system

FOLKS I PRESENT TO YOU THIS MASTERPIECE: THE PUBLIC KISS (featuring Tension™️ and Stress©️)

i gasp. i scream. i love this holy mackerelndnsnsbEJEJBDBDBDBD MAGGIE

their expressions are GOLD fords been BAMBOOZLED bill is SCANNING THE CROWD TO CONFIRM HIS THEORY

thank you man i wanna. bake you mcfreakin cookies

[keeheauxtales]

tentative title: hung hyung

Permanent 🔞 Ecstasy

MDNI

gif ©️ me! believe it or not 😭

pairing: Intak (P1H) x male reader (dynamic up to individual interpretation tbh)

author’s notes: I am currently miles away from my comfort zone… I don’t think I've written MxM anything in around 10 years 👀😀. However, I made a vow to myself that I'd write a thing for my Intak-biased bestie whose birthday is this week. On top of that, last week we saw Piwon for the 3rd time, and this title is from Victoria Monét's "On My Mama" which Intak covered so deliciously. 🤭 There is an alluding to pup!Intak that’s been all the rage here recently – if you squint.

content warnings: profanity, semi-public blowjob (reader received)

Your friend has the midas touch, and you swear by that, as you enter into the dressing room backstage per said friend’s invitation. You expected to see all the members shuffling around to get ready for the show. However, you only see Intak rise up from his seat already dressed as the door opens, politely greeting you with that big smile of his.

You were not complaining in the slightest as THE Hwang Intak confirms your name that was given to him by word of mouth. “It’s so nice to meet you, Y/N! I heard you’ve been a fan since debut…” Intak says after you’ve greeted him back. His appreciative doe eyes stare right into your eager eyes as he thanks you for being so supportive since the beginning of his career.

“Of course, Intak,” you reply, “and you’ve always caught my attention… Your rapping is so good, and the way you move is incredible.” You don’t expect anything when your eyes subconsciously cruise up and down that toned body of his, but you find his eyes doing the same thing in that brief moment of silence after thanking you again.

You definitely don’t expect him to call you cute in such a shy manner before briefly peeking at his phone. As you continue staring at him, taking this moment in, you spy some naturally formed blush hitting his cheeks.

“You good, Intak?” you can’t help but ask him, that blush on his face getting a deeper pink, almost like the magenta on the UTOP1A concert logo.

“I’m… good,” he starts off, “but a bit nervous. Never had a one-on-one time with a fan before… especially a handsome one…”

His confession catches you off guard, the compliment at the end almost leaving you in disbelief. The moment you look down his body again, that disbelief intensifies as you notice a bulge forming in his pants.

Out of curiosity, you ask him, “Well… how did you expect this [interaction] to go?”

After pondering a moment, he begins to answer before trailing off in thought. “Not too sure… T-talking…” Honestly speaking, the moment Intak was informed about this encounter, and your friend showed him a picture they took of you, his mind started racing at a pace he was struggling to grasp. “Can we do something else though? We have time.”

You admired how cautious he was trying to be, eyes surveying his surroundings as he briskly walks over to the door, awaiting your confirmation before turning the lock on it. It was almost as if you both knew what happens after the locking of any door (in this type of setting) because it did not take long before his lips touched yours, and you granted him access to your mouth.

Moans escape the both of you as you trail your hands that were cupping his face down his seemingly chiseled body. Unlike Intak, you were a bit more unashamed with your actions, but tried to be just as cautious with your approach.

“Fuck,” Intak breathes out as you gently grab at his hardened bulge. His hand grips your thigh in response as you come to the realization that you’re just as hard. Intak’s soft lips graze down your neck, stopping at your chest before looking up at you (in part) for permission. You knowingly nod, admiring how he balances his shyness with his natural confidence so well.

Both of his hands rest on your thighs before congregating at the belt buckle atop of your shorts. Now, one would’ve solely unbuckled the object, but this showman here asks if you know about his solo stage.

“Of course!” you exclaim a bit breathlessly. “I… love that song… and what you did with it.” He smiles at the praise you give him for his hard work before he gradually pulls your belt out from your garments completely.

In a move similar to one from that performance, your belt is wrapped around his big hands before it’s discarded to the side. You both can’t help but smirk at the action before he guides you onto the vanity counter, leaning back on your hands as you anticipate Intak’s next moves.

He doesn’t even bother undoing the button of your shorts, he just pulls them down until they’re around your ankles. Mere seconds pass before your boxers receive that same treatment, your hard cock springing up, precum already dripping out of the tip.

He licks his lips, constantly looking up at you for permission. This time, you place a hand of yours on the nape of his neck before nodding at him to proceed. He sticks his tongue out, feeding himself some of your precum as an appetizer before taking you in his mouth.

You can’t help but curse out at him in pleasure, your legs planting themselves over his shoulders as he indulged in the feeling of your dick in his mouth. He moans around you in sheer delight before looking back up at your pleased expression. Your eyes were too closed to see how proud of himself he was becoming at the fact that he was clearly making you feel good.

While bobbing his head up and down your length, he caresses your thighs with varying degrees of roughness, feeling you shake ever-so-slightly beneath him. “Holy fuck, Intak,” you spit out, earning a quizzical moan from the boy, feeling the vibration rather deeply before you continue. “You’re really fucking good…”

Intak kept moaning as he kept sucking, one hand grabbing your nutsack with a bit more intensity than you would’ve been prepared for. What you may have missed was that Intak grabbed his still clothed hard cock at the same time, just barely thrusting into his hand in alternation with his bobbing head.

Both of you seemlessly transition from soft moans to low groans, your dick twitching in Intak’s mouth in a way that eggs him on even further. Once he hollows his throat to receive you to the hilt, you begin to lose it.

“I’m gonna cum, 'T-tak!” you manage to yell in a whispered state. Those same puppy eyes you were met with in the beginning approve of your next moves before they close tightly. He squeezes yours and his balls simultaneously before you both let out the most unabashed sounds, as you feel ropes of your warm semen enter Intak’s warm throat.

An echo of obscenities follows as you come down from your peak. Intak slowly backs away from you with a close-mouthed grunt, waiting until your heavy eyes reopen for him to open his mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the pool of your release still resting in his mouth before he swallows.

For several reasons, Intak smiles in relief before slowly getting up. “I have to change my underwear,” he admits, chuckling so adorably. He begins to discard of everything on his lower half rather quickly, and that’s when you officially return to reality… To the practically vacant green room in the venue where you initially just came to enjoy a concert of one of your favorite artists.

Moments later, Intak returns clothed, almost running to you, whose pants… and belt… are back on your person (because you know timing is not of the essence in a situation like this). He seems to share a mutual interest in not wanting this moment to end anytime soon, as he manages to steal a couple more kisses from you before hearing the doorknob jiggle.

“Can you come back after the show?” Intak asks before unlocking the door. His gaze never leaves you as he awaits your response. You take it upon yourself to steadily get up from the counter to avoid any speculation before answering.

“If I can walk, sure!” you both laugh before the door opens and the remaining members of P1Harmony enter. You quickly greet them before scurrying out of the room to allow them some pre-show privacy.

This is already the best concert experience of your life, and it hadn’t even begun yet.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Wolf Chan | Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Bang Chan x Reader. 

Request: No.

Synopsis: Y/N's suspicions are confirmed on a Halloween night. 

Warnings: Werewolves, fear, wounds, my poor attempt at scary. Fluffy ending. Repost from my now deactivated account.

Word Count: 1,093 

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"Hey baby," Y/N speaks into her phone as she's greeted by her boyfriend's voicemail for the third time. When he doesn't answer his phone, she becomes concerned and decides to leave a message this time. It wasn't normal for Chan miss her calls, and if he did, he would call her as soon as he could. "Call me as soon as you get this, okay? I'm beginning to worry."  

After ending the call, she checks her text messages before sending a text to Changbin and Han asking if Chan was still with them. They are the two who were likely to be know of what was going on since he spends most of the day with them. They both reply to the text right away, stating they haven't seen him since they took a lunch break.  

Y/N circles back and begins walking towards Chan's apartment building. She is more worried than ever. Being a bit of a workaholic, Chan wouldn't just leave the studio without notifying anybody, especially those who are closest to him.   

Her worry quickly turns to terror as she reaches his apartment and sees that the door is wide open and barely hanging on its hinges. A wolf's cry can be heard out in the distance, sending a shiver down her spine.  

As she goes Chan's apartment, the sky open’s and it starts pouring rain, far in the distance the rumbling of thunder could be heard, adding to the fear she’s already experiencing. Gripping the strap of her shoulder bag tightly, her heart pounding against her chest, she steps through the doorway, crossing the threshold into his apartment.  

 "Channie?" She calls out to him in the pitch-darkness, but her voice comes out weaker and quieter than she expected.  

She finds the light switch and flicks it on. She gasps and jumps as the bulb momentarily flickers before shattering into a million pieces, leaving her once again in darkness. The only light came from the full moon faintly illuminating the living area. Her heart is pounding against her chest so loudly that she can hear it with her own ears. While remaining in place, she clumsily pulls her phone from her bag and drops it on the ground. She picks it up with trembling hands and hastily makes another call to Chan.  

The sound of Chan's phone ringing causes her to look around in fear. It's another strange element of the situation. In the same way that his laptop is an extension of him, Chan never leaves his home without his phone.    

She drops her phone and screams aloud as a huge bang comes from behind her. She turns on her heal and sees Bang Chan, half naked, covered in blood, with enormous, jagged wounds that look like claws larger than a bear have torn through his flesh and appearing to be on the cusp of death's door. Her fear turns to panic as he slumps to the ground and passes out.  

“Chan!” she shouts as she rushes towards him and tries to get him to wake up. “Chris! Christopher!”  

When he doesn’t budge or stir, she moves to check his wounds. Seeing how deep they are, she hurries into the bathroom to find the first aid kit he keeps in there. Finding it under the sink, she grabs it hurries back to the kitchen.   

Arriving back in the kitchen, she’s startled to find Chan missing. Fear creeping back into her veins, she looks around to see where he could have gone. In the dark room it was hard to see where he could be.  

“Bang Chan?” she questions, her voice meek.  

“What are you doing here?” She hears him ask, voice raspy and weak. The pain he’s in is evident in his tone.  

“I’m worried about you,” she answers, looking in the direction his voice came from, but she can’t see a thing until a flash of lightening illuminates the apartment for less than a second. She finds his form leaning against the wall in the living room, slightly hunched over and shivering. “You never came for dinner, you weren’t answering your calls, and no one has seen you since midday.”  

“Something came up,” he tells her. “You need to leave, now.”  

“Let me help you,” she says going to take a step forward only for him to yell at her to stop.  

“Go home, Y/N,” He continues to shout at her, his tone loud and booming over the pouring rain, shocking her. He’s never raised his voice like that at her before.   

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay,” she tells him, her voice calm and assertive.   

“I’m fine.”  

“No, you're not.” she argues, and moves towards him.   

Giving in, he allows her to help him into his bedroom. She switches on the light as the enter the room and places him on the bed. After getting a better look at his wounds and ignoring all of Chan’s protests, she heads back into the kitchen to grab the first aid kit she dropped.   

Walking back into the bedroom, she finds Chan missing again. Hearing the running water coming from the bathroom, she walks into the room finding Chan with a damp cloth, wiping the blood from his skin. There are no more wounds littering his perfect body. The only sign of there any, is the blood that now stained the cloth he’s using and the pink water in the sink.  

“When were you going to tell me that you’re a werewolf?” she asks leaning on the bathroom door frame, watching him.   

“I was hoping, never,” he answers honestly. “But that would be impossible. How did you figure it out?”   

“I got suspicious when you would only spend the whole night at the studios when there was a full moon,” she tells him. “Leading up to the full moon, you’re always on edge and a lot snappier and more aggressive. It’s also like you're in heat leading up to it as well.”   

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and you had to figure it out on your own,” he apologizes unplugging the sink, letting the pink stained water swirl down the drain.  

“Promise me, you’ll let me help you from now on and that we’re in this together,” she asks. “I love you and don’t want to lose you.”  

“I promise,” he answers, moving closer to her, bringing her into his arms. “But as soon as I tell you to leave, you leave. I don’t want to hurt her or worse.”  

She nods and pulls him into a kiss. 

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[luvyeni]

First raw sex with soft dom mark??????? With giggles and lots of praises 🙏🙏🙏

MORNING SUNRISE | MARK LEE DRABBLE !

pairings. bf!mark x fem!reader

🔖: 18+ , unprotected sex, praising , dirty talk , mentions of cumming inside

authors note ! i hope you like it <3

your eyes fluttered open , squinting duw to the sunrise that was shining in your face , your sleep interrupted by mark kissing your face. "good morning princess." you giggled as he pressed more kisses to your face , pulling your naked body on top of him , you squealed in shock.

"mark!" he laughed rubbing your waist. "i told you last night when i got here i want to spend every second i have off with you." you felt his cock twitching under you. "you mean fucking me?" he nodded. "well im sorry you can't." you said.

"we don't have any more condoms." he pouted. "then let me fuck you raw." he flat out asked. "mark- baby im serious." he whined. "what if i get pregnant?" he thought about it. "i'll take care of it." he kissed your neck.

"ma-mark." he could feel your wetness dripping on his cock. "fine , i'll go get some condoms later , just this one time." you trusted mark , you knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

"o-okay." as soon as he got the confirmation , he flipped you back on your back , hovering over top of you. "mark be careful." your laugh was like music to his ears , he smiled down at you. "my baby is so pretty." he kissed your lips. "st-stop it."

"gonna fuck you like you deserve princess." he wrapped one of your legs around his waist , grabbing the base of his cock. "gonna take my cock like a good girl." he pushed inside you. "fu-fuck mark." it felt completely different from when he had a condom on , it's like you could feel all of each other.

"ma-mark please move." you moaned out impatiently , he began to move his hips , his cock dragging along your walls. "babygirl , you -fuck- you feel so good , so much better without a condom." mark was loosing his mind , trying not to cum prematurely , but the way he could feel your cunt fluttering around him , he wasn't sure if he was gonna last.

"ma-mark , im gonna cum." you grabbed his bicep. "go a head baby , be a good girl and cum for me." he grunted , his orgasm approaching as well.

"oh my- fuck!" you screamed, cumming. he looked in between where your bodies connected , a white ring forming at the base of his cock , triggering his orgasm. "sh-shit." he pulled out , jerking off , his cum painting your tummy. "fu-fuck baby." he breathed.

"fuck , baby i almost came inside you." he was surprised when you reached back in between your bodies , stroking his cock , his body twitched in sensitivity. "sh-shit princess." you lined him up with your hole before speaking up.

"this time , don't pull out , i want you to cum inside me."

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[theoraclenextdoor]

pick-a-picture: what divine blessings are on their way to you? a case of the mondays, rainy day edition

all pictures are from pinterest, dividers from @/roseschoices

pile one -> pile two -> pile three

rainy days happen. it’s okay if you need a reminder outside of yourself every now and then. take a deep breath, keep an open mind and ask your guides what divine blessings are on their way to you. and above all, be kind to yourself.

©️2023-2024. cancersstellium. all rights reserved.

p i l e o n e the hanged man, five of elixirs rx, the moon rx (four of rods) pile one, on its way to you is an end to this period of reflection and melancholy. for a while, things seemed kind of dim and despite the bad feelings and confusion, you weathered this challenge with grace. this divine blessing of celebration and ease is meant for you to get caught up in. it’s a well deserved reward that you are meant to seize with both hands. this will show itself in your home life or whatever makes you feel the most stable. you’re not meant to forget what you’ve endured but rather come back to this moment, with a new lens when it feels aligning.

shufflemancy: watch me work//andrew rannells, briana mazzola

(you gotta work, you gotta work, you gotta work. watch me work)

p i l e t w o (queen of rods, nine of blades, four of elixirs) pile two, although it can sometimes feel like more of a burden, you are about to experience the need for new circumstances or a desire for change. this is truly a divine blessing. there is something in your life that is not conducive to the reality that you are trying to create for yourself and it is about to reveal itself in a way that you cannot ignore. along with this blessing of clarity you are going to be blessed with the energy, confidence, and courage needed to push this thing out of your life. some of you reading this already know what this is, and for some, i’m getting that it is a person. but for those of you who don’t know, keep an open mind. be sure to also practice gratitude for what you do have, as this does come with the potential for ingratitude and over-evaluation.

shufflemancy: surface pressure // jessica darrow

(give it to your sister, your sister’s stronger)

p i l e t h r e e (strength, queen of coins, the emperor) pile three, you are unbreakable and are being divinely gifted with the ability to bring your creative ideas to fruition for a time. before reading this, you’ll likely have already felt this energy arising. your manifestations are receiving a boost in this period. if you had the ability to remove every negative thing from your life, what would you cut out? what would dream up if you knew it could be yours? journal it, speak it aloud and act as if you know it’s on the way because this is your confirmation that it is. throughout the week, looks for signs that support what i’m tell you and log them. question nothing and leave doubt behind.

shufflemancy: the king’s affirmation//iniko

(i’m not new here. reborn creation)

[hana-no-seiiki]

Nanook with a gold tongue. ✨️ ❤️❤️

By pressing the Keep Reading button you are confirming that you are 18+ and consent to ready smutty content

Imagine if it was scalding and it burns whenever he/they lick(s) someone?

My masochism is quaking rn

(For my AFAB/with hole people) They drag it over the lips of your entrance. You wince in pain. It’s excruciating. But you know once they put it in it’ll be heaven.

(For my AMAB/with dicc people) You shouldn’t be surprised that an Aeon takes your cock so easily, basically swallowing whole in one go, but you are. His ministrations covered you with molten gold. It hurts, but not as much as you expected it to. The pleasure overriding the agony you were feeling.

You groaned, almost hiccuping in shock, when you felt his golden appendix swirl around the head. This was going to be a long night with your god.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[143-iloveu]

Credit goes to the owner, @slave_girl_1004 I do not own this photo!

MDNI - Not all of my works are NSFW, but I do not want minors interacting with my blog just to be safe. All NSFW content will carry a Mature Community Label. Ageless and empty blogs will promptly be blocked.

Eternity

Idol!Chan X Idol!Reader

Tooth-rotting Fluff

Content Warnings - Teeny tiny make-out session, Chan calls reader princess (otherwise GN!Reader), reader stares at Chan's shirtless torso (can you blame them?)

Word Count - 2,040

Synopsis: You never imagined going on tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates would lead to this. Although, you wouldn't change it for the world.

A/N: This will be part of an 'Idol X Idol AU' series. Once I post the next part, I will create a master list with each part in the order they should be read. You can absolutely read this as a stand-alone though.

©️ Please don't repost or translate my works on other platforms.

Your recent collaboration with Stray Kids dropped nearly six months after you and their leader, Bang Chan (Chris to you), officially announced you were in a relationship. Chris had originally written the song as his gift to you for your fourth anniversary. He wanted to write a song that would help you feel closer to each other whenever the two of you are touring opposite sides of the globe. That same night, the two of you (and JYPE) released statements confirming your relationship. After four years together, you both felt that it was time to tell the world.

Chris begged you incessantly for weeks to sing it as a duet with him. He desperately wanted to hear your beautiful voice singing his lyrics.

“Hearing you bring the song to life could get me through my darkest days! Besides, only you and I will ever hear it.”

He didn’t realize it then, but that was a lie. Well… not a lie, exactly. He just changed his mind once he finished mixing it. When he let you hear the final cut, you knew immediately that you had to share this masterpiece with the world. You couldn’t even try to convince yourself to be so selfish.

“This should be on the next album!” you both said simultaneously.

“Only if you will sing it with me, though,” he adds, “No one else’s voice is acceptable!”

Fast forward six months, and your duet with Chris is the most popular song on the new Stray Kids album. Fans are giving rave reviews. Some are even saying that they love how much you and Chris love each other, labeling your relationship as ‘#GOALS.’ JYPE took notice, begging you to join Stray Kids on their next tour. They offered you the opportunity to ‘open’ for them in the way many Western artists do, performing some of your songs before the boys took the stage each night. In return, you were asked to perform your duet with him near the end of each show.

Tonight, you and the boys are performing in Sydney for the second night in a row. They gave the boys a few days off before the shows to visit with his and Felix’s families, but they still came to tonight’s show to support them. The pressure you put on yourself for this performance is nearly crushing. You get along with his family very well, but something about knowing they will be watching you perform with their son causes your anxiety to spike.

“Five minutes, Y/N!” the stage manager shouts.

You are nothing more than a pacing ball of nerves at this point. You’ve never been so nervous for a concert… not even in your early debut days.

“Two minutes!”

Just as they shout the warning, all eight men come running down from the stage. Chris quickly scans the room, searching for you. He smiles when his eyes land on you. You meet his gaze just before he’s yanking his shirt over his head, changing into the last outfit of the show. You can’t resist the urge to admire your boyfriend’s toned torso, the way his muscles contract with every movement momentarily relieves your anxieties. Mere seconds later, he’s pulling another shirt on and adjusting his mic, snapping you back to reality.

“You ready, princess?” he calls as he motions for you to join him.

You nod and step onto the rising platform. Chris is quick to intertwine his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly. Your worries melt away as he holds your gaze.

“I love you,” he says as the stage manager yells a ten-second warning.

“I love you, too.”

The platform rises, and the stage lights flood your vision. The crowd cheers as your silhouettes come into view, and the music begins to play as the two of you step into the spotlight. You look over to Chris, trying to keep your anxiety in check. He looks breathtaking under these lights. His beauty captivates you, just as it has for the entirety of this tour (and your relationship), drawing a smile on your face.

As Chris begins singing, you feel goosebumps rising on your skin. No matter how many times you hear or perform this song, it will always affect you. There is so much emotion in his voice. He’s looking at the crowd far less than usual, keeping his eyes fixed on you. It’s as if the whole world is standing still around you.

As you finish the song, he finally addresses the crowd.

“What did everyone think of the show tonight? Did you have a good time?”

Everyone cheers.

“You guys were absolutely amazing! The energy was intense!”

“I agree, Chan. They were phenomenal!” you chime in.

“Stay, what did you think of Y/S/N’s performance?”

The crowd erupts in cheers yet again. Stays have been so accepting of you and your relationship with their Bang Chan. Sure, some people didn’t take the news well, but most Stays have welcomed you with open arms.

“Me too, me too…” he begins, “It has been such a blessing and honor to share our stage with her. Thank you all for welcoming her so positively. It warms my heart to see your love for her.”

“Yes, thank you, Stay. Your love and support mean the world to me. I had so much fun with you all tonight. Good-”

“Actually, before we say goodnight…” Chris interrupts, cheeks red as a tomato, “I have one more thing I want to say.”

The crowd cheers for a moment before he gently asks them to quiet down.

“Y/F/N…”

Your eyes go wide. He never uses your real name on stage, not a single slip-up. He’s a professional through and through.

“The last four and a half years with you have been a dream. No one has ever understood or accepted me the way that you do. Having my members and Stay made my heart feel full, but then you came into my life, making it feel so full that it may burst.”

“Channie…”

He steps closer to you as he continues.

“Christ, I’m rambling… Sorry, I’m nervous,” he says with a shy giggle, mostly to the crowd.

You catch the other members making their way back onto the stage. They are grouped, standing at the rear of center stage. The crowd cheers until they each make a shushing gesture.

Once the crowd quiets again, he continues.

“What I am trying to say is that you are the most amazing and important person in my life. You are my best friend, my rock, and my home. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. You are irreplaceable, and I want to spend eternity with you. So, in front of my family, my members, and Stay…”

He bends down on his left knee, holding your hands in his. Felix jogs over, handing him a small blue box. When that box comes into view, your heart begins to race. Is this man proposing to you in front of all these people? He sure knows how to make a grand gesture!

The entire stadium erupts into a chorus of gasps before he holds the mic up to his lips again.

“Y/F/N, will you marry me?”

Your tears are flowing freely before he’s even finished his speech. He opens the box, revealing a stunning ring. It’s a modest princess-plus cut diamond nestled between two opals (his birthstone) and two of your birthstones. It’s beautiful! You are sobbing at this point. He clearly understands that you prefer to leave the flashy jewelry for the stage.

The crowd is screaming now, the floor vibrating from the intensity.

“Say yes, say yes!” they chant.

The boys are shushing them. The crowd takes a moment to respond, eventually quieting to just above a murmur.

You nod your head a few times. Suddenly, Seungmin’s voice comes over the speakers.

“What was that, Y/N?”

You lift your microphone, your hand shaking like a leaf.

“Yes,” your voice trembles, “of course I’ll marry you!”

His eyes light up before his toothy grin smushes them into the cutest little half-moons. Once he slides the ring onto your finger, he jumps to his feet and pulls you into a hug, spinning you around in excitement. You laugh at his cute antics. He places you back on the floor before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply in front of 20,000+ people. Your heart is beating erratically, and you’re overjoyed. The boys are each screaming their congratulations and well wishes into their mics, clearly happy for their leader-hyung.

You were the first to pull away. If you hadn’t broken the kiss, there is a good chance that Chris would have stood there kissing you all night.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Christopher.”

The crowd is going wild. They’ve been screaming for nearly a full minute. The boys let them have a moment before attempting to reign in the energy. Once the crowd settles enough for the boys to be heard, the intro to #LoveSTAY begins playing. You know this is their encore, so you make your way off the stage.

You flop onto the couch in the group dressing area. Your body feels as if it is vibrating with excitement. You stare down at your left hand, the ring on your finger making your heart race all over again. You’ve known that you wanted to marry Chris since before your first anniversary, but you never imagined that he’d propose like this.

After the boys finish their performance, he comes to find you. When he catches sight of you smiling down at the ring on your finger, he feels an immense wave of pride wash over him. He’s the one who made you smile like that, and he is beyond thankful that he’s the one who gets to bring you so much happiness.

He walks up behind you, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“I can’t wait to wake up to that smile every single morning.”

“Channie!” you squeal happily.

You climb over the back of the couch, nearly jumping into his arms. He smooths your hair before kissing you passionately. You will never tire of the feeling of his soft lips pressed to yours, always leaving you breathless. He places one strong hand at the nape of your neck and the other on your waist, sending shivers down your spine. A moment later, he pokes his tongue out, silently asking for entry. You grant it, tongues in a slow battle for dominance. He easily takes control just as the rest of Stray Kids enter the room.

“Ew!” Hyunjin jokes.

Chris’ hand leaves your neck, raising a middle finger in the general direction of his grown-ass ‘children.’ You pull away before the boys can make any more comments. The pout your now fiancé wears is almost cute enough to draw you back in.

“While I am happy to sleep in my bed finally, I’m sad that the tour is over.” Jeongin sighs.

All of them nod in agreement.

“I had so much fun with you these last few months, Y/N.”

“Me too, Channie. I had a blast with all of you!”

“I never want to go on another tour without you,” he smiles as he pulls you into a hug.

The others groan in mock disgust at his affection toward you. They always act as if your public displays gross them out, but you know they are just being dramatic.

“Get in here, you dorks!” you shout as you wave them over.

You only have to ask once before all seven of them are bounding across the room. They shout happily before they squish you and Chris into the center of a giant, bouncy group hug. Your chest is pressed firmly against his, and he smiles apologetically. The boys have you two trapped in a too-tight embrace, but neither you nor Chris would want it any other way. Wrapped in the muscular arms of all eight members of Stray Kids, you know that you will never be lonely again.

“I love you boys so much!”

“We love you too!” they shout in unison.

A/N: Thank you, Elly, for prompting me to write a mushy Chan proposal with idol!Chan and idol!reader. Without your input, this fic wouldn't exist. Soft, mushy Chan deserves more recognition, and I'm here to ensure he gets it! I hope you love this as much as I do!

And thank you, Elly, for being my number one hype-woman! You are the only reason I was confident enough to start posting in the first place. You mean the world to me!

~Ashe 🦊🐺

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✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ALL ABOUT JUNGEUN'S RELATIONSHIPS see jungeun's masterlist !

┃JISUNG ( jijung ) 2016 - 2018

while these two never dated, the fans could have fooled you. they grew up in sm together and due to this they developed a bond closer than most of the other members. they were always the cutest of the group, always the babies, always being smothered by the older members, so of course they bonded over this. they were always seen laughing with each other and most of these moments were caught on camera, which made fans speculate a relationship between the two. there may have been some feelings here and there but they never developed into a relationship, but the constant rumors and assumptions caused them to get distant for awhile. since jungeun was most times the punching bag for online hate, jisung felt guilty for this and their friendship faltered for a little bit. thankfully, the rumors have died down since 2018 and these two are able to be the same giddy best friends that we saw before.

┃ERIC ( erijung ) 2019

although nothing was ever confirmed by either company, rumors of these two lasted almost all year. after jungeun and jaemin's friendship began to strain due to the unrecognized feelings for each other, jungeun started meeting with eric more and eventually they ended up dating for a few months. they also began dating while jungeun was on hiatus so they had more time to see each other which brought them closer. over the course of their relationship the signs of them being together became more obvious and almost everyone was talking about the rumors. they were often seen with each other out in public, and when saesaengs got ahold of their schedules they noticed most of their schedules were perfectly aligned so they could see each other. as the saesaengs got more invasive the couple began to worry if being together wasn't the best idea at the moment. they talked about this decision for a few weeks and ultimately decided to part ways but decided to stay friends as there was no issues within the relationship. they can still be seen interacting with each other often and were even on a variety show in mid to late 2023.

┃JAEMIN ( jungmin ) 2020 - present

when they were trainees, they made a promise that if neither of them were married by 40 they would marry each other and live together. it was very obvious to everyone else during smrookies that jaemin and jungeun were extremely close and the other trainees would always tease them about it. over the years they got closer and pretty much became each other's #1, anytime jungeun had something exciting to tell someone she'd tell jaemin first, and the same goes for jaemin. as mentioned before, their friendship began to strain around late 2018 / early 2019, which led to jungeun getting with eric. there was no argument between the two, nothing extreme had caused them to become tense every time they saw each other. jungeun knew she liked jaemin more than a friend, and jaemin knew the same, but they didn't know exactly what that meant and what to do about it. as idols, they were limited on options, and having little to no prior romantic experience it made it hard for them to relay the way they really felt. but after jungeun and eric parted, her and jaemin had begun to talk more again, mentioning how they had missed their bond and trying to remember why it even faltered in the first place. over only a short few months, jaemin had gotten the courage to tell her how he had felt for years, which ended in them getting together in early 2020. the two years that their relationship has been public has been heartwarming for fans to see. they're often seen with each other on their respective instagram accounts and occasionally mention each other on bubble, they keep their relationship mostly private but don't mind sharing details here and there.

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