#NOT MY BIAS WRECKER

[kammy-hyperfixation-central]

I can FEEEEL his military service coming. I'm NOT ready for this.

[channie-binnie]

Someone better tell 3RACHA to WEAR SOME SLEEVES

I can’t with them omg how do I survive 3RACHA with fucking tank tops guys

Photos are from the Macau Dominate Tour

[cosmicdreamgrl]

taehyung x on/black swan performances for @raplinenthusiasts [ cr: 0613data ]

[imlovearm]

ermmm love of my life prolly!

[hyunni-baby]

Seongwha Smutty Headcannons

Warnings: smut. It’s just smutty. afab! Reader

*this isn’t very long or crazy. These were just some things I thought of on a whim today lmao. Love u.

* He seems like the type to like tying people up. Not in a necessarily “rough” way but in a Shibari type way. I think he finds a sort of beauty in it. He would like seeing you tied up and he would sit there and call you pretty while he ties each knot. 

* The type to call you “good girl”, “Pretty girl”

* I think Seongwha is a missionary guy because he just loves looking at you.

* BIG eye contact guy.

* While he enjoys eye contact most of the time, he likes the throw in the occasional blindfold for a bit of sensory deprivation. 

* This man will eat you OUT. Overstimulation at it’s finest. He will hold you hands and just keep going until you can’t take it anymore.

* Overstimulation goes for having sex as well. He loves a pillow princess. He will keep fucking you until you are screaming his name.

* The way he looks at you while you give him head…something sinister. He will bite his lip and throw his head back rolling his eyes as he cums with a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back as we watches you swallow him.

* Actually the king of aftercare. He will shower with you and wash your hair for you, holding you close as the two of you are enveloped in the steam.

[myseungsunglove]

Say that again | Bc

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Warnings: fluff, almost smut but mostly just alluding to it.

Word Count: approx. 800

𖠫Summary: After watching Chan’s episode with the Felix and him playing with the twin girls, your mind is sent reeling by thoughts you’d never really entertained before. You voice those thoughts to Chan and find yourself quite surprised by his response.

✎A/N✎: I am not responsible for my sleepy thoughts. The thoughts that prevail and demand to be written BEFORE the damn stories I already have outlined. I guess be thankful you’re getting anything at all at this point. *laughs nervously* Also, domestic Chan makes me so weak and thus this fic was born. Not super edited because I sleepies.

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「© December 28, 2023 by myseungsungheart」

“Babe? Did you hear me?”

Chan’s voice shakes you from your thoughts. You’d entirely lost track of the conversation. Mainly because your mind was wondering to places you really never had let it before. The two of you had just watched Felix and Chan’s episode with the twins. Watching Chan with those precious little girls had really stirred something in you that you genuinely thought you didn’t want.

“Hmm?” the sound leaves you as your eyes meet his and he smiles softly at your dazed look.

“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Chan asks, a hint of concern in his voice as he reaches out and brushes his hand lightly against your jaw, this thumb caressing your cheek with care as he holds your gaze.

You find that words don’t immediately spring forth, so instead you lean forward and press your lips against Chan’s. He melts into the kiss, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him on the couch, your mouths moving slowly together as the graze of his touch causes goosebumps to break out on your skin.

“That doesn’t really answer my question,” he chuckles against your lips, pulling away reluctantly and looking into your eyes again.

You sigh. It’s deep and meaningful. Chan can tell whatever you aren’t saying is weighing heavy on your mind.

“That bad, huh?” he asks hesitantly, letting go of your face to grab your hand instead, interlacing your fingers together. “Whatever it is, I’m always here, baby,” he assures you.

You close your eyes briefly, stealing up all the courage you can muster for the next sentence you’re about to utter. It really could change everything and your heart flutters at the thought. Your husband is a busy man, with producing music and working with the boys non stop. Is this really something he’d want? You haven’t talked about it in so long because you really thought you didn’t want this. Now, you are questioning everything you once thought.

“I think I want to you try to have a baby,” you say and it comes out all in a rush as if the sentence was just once giant word strung together.

“What was that?” Chan asks, his brows knitting together in confusion as he chuckles quietly at you.

“I want to have a baby,” you say, this time more slowly and with more certainty. “I know we haven’t talked about it in a long time because I thought I didn’t want that, but…”

Your words are cut off by Chan’s lips crashing into yours, the kiss raw and hungry, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he pushes you back against the couch and hovers over you. He pulls away breathless, his chest heaving, his eyes full of love and hope. Not the reaction you anticipated.

“God,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your jaw. “Please,” he continues, the trail of kisses moving along your jaw to your neck. “Say that again,” he all but begs as his lips hurriedly kiss up along the column of your neck and back to your mouth.

You reach out for his face then, holding it mere centimeters away from yours and speak again.

“Let’s have a baby,” you whisper.

“I thought you didn’t want,” he starts but you cut him off.

“I thought I didn’t too, but really I just thought I’d make a horrible mom. Didn’t want to end up like mine, you know?”

He watches you carefully, brows knit together again as he stays hovered over your body. He’s shaking his head, but you power through.

“But watching you with those girls made me realize I could do absolutely anything with you by my side. You’d be such a great dad and god i want that for a kid. I want someone to feel so lucky knowing you’re their dad. I want our kid to know that,” you finish, your eyes darting back and forth between his.

“You’re wrong about one thing,” he counters, kissing your lips gently before speaking again. “You’re already great at loving people. You love me for god knows why. You love those seven crazy men I call my members and take care of them. You would make a great mom, of that much I have never had any doubt.”

You pull his lips to yours once more, your fingers running into the hair at the back of his head and hold him to you. You’re crying and you’re not sure when that started.

“Please,” you beg as Chan’s hips settle between yours, his desire for you evident as he presses in closer to you. “Chan,” you can’t stop the breathy moan that escapes you.

“I’d take on the world with you, do anything for you,” he says, pulling away from your lips long enough to look into your eyes. “Including starting a family,” he adds, his hips rolling into you and causing your back to arch up off the couch. “How about we see if we can’t make that happen, hmmm?” he says against your mouth, his hands now freely roaming your body.

“Yes,” you agree, your head spinning. “I love you,” you remind him as his hands move to remove your clothes and make your’s and his dream a reality.

“I love you more,” he assures you, before kissing you deeply once more and giving you everything you’ve hoped for and more.

[michinarty]

[spteez]

#홍중: 24.21.05

[sluttywonwoo]

being so serious when i say this might be his best look ever

[hwasfeatherduster]

I’m a Wooyoung girl…but Yunho needs to stop looking at me like that cause I’m feeling things I’ve never felt for him before.

[h-yeoni]

⠀ ꐙ♡ ⠀ ⠀for ⠀ now ⠀ ill⠀ be ⠀ your ⠀ ๑ lover.

[lattes-and-kpop]

🩷💚🩷💚🩷💚

[syneilesis]

[fic] the loudest song

the loudest song

Love and Deepspace | Rafayel (Qi Yu) x Main-Character!Reader | Mature | 521 words | ao3 link

You're beautiful in the dimly lit chamber, and a storm surges inside him.

A/N: Abysswalker Rafayel angsty porn. Based on Entwined and Journey Seeker Secret Times stories. One day I will write something silly and happy for Rafayel, but that day is not today. Divider by @/cafekitsune

You're beautiful in the dimly lit chamber, and a storm surges inside him.

In the quiet night, the only sounds that echo in the tapestried walls are his moans and his name, spilling out of your pretty, kiss-bitten lips.

Rafayel thrusts into you like he's possessed, like there's no time left and he has to savor the remaining moments with you, like this.

“Rafayel, Rafayel,” you cry, as he trails his kisses from the corners of your lips, to your jaw, your cheek, your temple, and, finally, your earlobe, where he sucks and nibbles at the flesh, wet and hot and frantic.

He hasn't expected for this to happen, this ocean tempest raging and crashing and breaking the bones that encase his tempered heart. It should have just been an ordinary night, another one of your Fishtail Beacon summons, another evening of companionship that would end up with you sound asleep and he by your side, gazing down at you, silent, swallowed want and swallowed words, burning his throat.

But then you raised your head and the shadows in your expression revealed a certain kind of longing, parts sorrow and parts plea, and Rafayel found himself tearing off his mask and laying you down on the bed and stealing your breath with a desperate kiss.

“Rafayel,” you sigh, cradling his head with both your hands, heartbreaking in its gentleness, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I love you,” you whisper, and—

—and Rafayel—

—and Rafayel lets out a stuttered exhale, shuts his eyes, comes in the wake of your earnest confession, your name repeatedly escaping from his gasping lips.

How can you be this brave? How can you be this foolish? He has rebuffed you so many times, has firmly drawn the line in the sand, has stopped himself from crossing the threshold out of fear of whatever would welcome him on the other side—be it pain or joy or love, Rafayel doesn't want to know, not when he needs to remember, when he has to sear the memory of Lemuria into the core of himself, make it as unforgettable as his soul.

“Why—” he begins. Stops. Takes a shaky breath. Tries again. “Your Highness, I ...”

I love you, but I cannot tell you. The words do not come. They're eternally at the edge of my tongue, tipping but never falling. There are other things that I must do, that I must fulfill, and they are for myself. To tell that I love you would be to turn my back on the oath I made for myself, because in the days that we've spent together, you have become my heart, and all I wish for my heart is peace. It is you. It has always been you.

“It's okay,” you say, smiling tremulously underneath his wavering gaze. “It's all right, I understand.”

How are you this good, how are you this kind? Rafayel buries his face on the crook of your neck and trembles, and your hands migrate to nestle at his back; warm, soothing weight easing his pain.

“Sleep, Rafayel,” you continue, and this time—for once—Rafayel listens.

[bandsanitizer]

MAESTRO MV | WONWOO (GOD OF BEATS)

[glossykris]

Happy birthday, Jan! 🖤

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Oops I unlocked Ebb and Flow today and now all I want to do is make Rafayel edits

Be still my heart, and remember you're a Zayne main, despite how much Raffy is doing to steal you away lately 👀