#fwb!chanyeol

[chanyeolsbiggestfangirl]

hey!! Can I request a chanyeol fic, reader is fwb with chanyeol and is madly inlove with him, confesses to him but gets rejected then when she decides to move on, chanyeol realises what hes lost 🥺

Synopsis: You met Chanyeol in the final year of college by pure accident when your previous roommate moves out and he comes in his place. Being roommates with a college hottie has it's pros.... but also it's cons. Every moment spend with Chanyeol tangled between the sheets ignited something deep within you, deeper than just bodily lust. But the real question is, is it the same way with him? Does your smile pull at his heartstrings just the way his pulls at yours?

Pairing:- Chanyeol X Fem Reader

Genre:- Smut, Angst

Author's note: YAYYY THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST. THANK YOU SOO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! IT GOT ME SOOO EXCITED! I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS. I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT EVEN THOUGH THIS HAD ME CARRIED AWAY. ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY :((

.... Sometime in late evening ....

It was a daily occurrence now, almost like clockwork. One of you would be having a shitty day (and that's mostly every other day) and you'd seek each other out.

Or rather, he would seek you out.

You didn't even enter the living room properly and he was already on you, his hand on your ass as he pulls you closer harshly, claiming your lips with a fervent need.

One of his hands took the books from yours and placed them on the table absentmindedly, his other hand squeezing your ass through the fabric of your jeans, all the while his tongue clashed against yours in a never ending battle for dominance.

It was exhilarating for him, for no matter how many times he'd have had you, you were always that wild, untamed brat that never quite bend at his will easily like the other girls who practically threw themselves at him.

You tiptoed as you tried to keep up with his kiss, giving him a run for his damn sanity with the way you bit on his lower lip, your moan was followed by his deep groan against your lips. Your arms were around his neck, fingers naturally tangling in his luxurious locks.

That was the way you guys were.

If someone would ask you what you and Chanyeol are, you would have no answer, absolutely none. You weren't together. You certainly aren't lovers. You were just two people who would seek each other out to let out your pent up frustration.

You still remember how it all actually began. It was the second last semester and your neat freak of a roommate moved out suddenly, and a tall and drop dead gorgeous giant came in.

At first you didn't give in to his advances, knowing fully well that Chanyeol wasn't the type to commit, wasn't the type to have something serious. But one drunken night and one taste of his lips was enough to convince you otherwise.

Outside the bedroom, you were roommates with completely different lives. Inside the bedroom, however, Chanyeol fucked you like he owned you, every inch of you. He was gifted at the art of the bedroom. He worshipped every inch of you like he cherished nothing more than he cherished you.

But you knew it was all a facade.

It was an unspoken agreement. No strings attached. Just sex. Nothing else.

Simple.

Or so you initially thought.

But every touch of his upon your heated skin, every kiss that took your breathe away, every word he uttered to you, it all built up into something until you realized that the reason why you can't go out with some other guy is because you're in love with the one who's interested in owning you only while in the sheets.

That jolt of harsh truth was what brought you back to the reality.

Chanyeol's lips leave your to trail a wet path down your neck, biting and suckling at your sweet spot on your neck, making you moan yet again.

Chanyeol always managed to coax moans from you like how one coaxes melody from an instrument.

You arch your neck, letting him have his way with you. You had little defenses when his lips and tongue and teeth made you lightheaded. He groaned against your skin, pulling you incredibly closer, grinding his hard length against your clothed center and gods, that almost made you see literal stars.

"Bedroom. Now." His deep baritone was laced with a needy growl, his hold on your waist turned impatient, tapping your thigh in a way to tell you to wrap your legs around him as he took you to his room, his lips finding solace in yours yet again.

Chanyeol let go of you lips only after your back hit the mattress, lips tracing a path downward, pulling your skirt and panties along and throwing them absentmindedly in some corner of the room.

What happened next is the same yet different for you. The same disregard for clothes, the frenzy of lips and tongue and teeth, his impatience in getting his hands on your bare skin. But even when the majority of these occurrences were the same for you, what was different was the way it felt each and every time.

His lips fervently mapping out your heated skin felt personal, his hands worshipping crevices; that even you don't deem worthy of attention; felt personal. When he ate you out like a man starved and made you come upon his skilled tongue, it felt personal. Each and every thrust of his girthy cock into your tight cunt felt personal.

They say to not catch feelings but how could you not? How could you not catch feelings when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear in his deep voice? How could you not catch feelings when he made you feel like you were something different, something important, and not just one of the many girls he sleeps around with? How could you not catch feelings when one smile of his could brighten your whole day? How could you not catch feelings when you beheld the passionate gleam in his eyes whenever he's doing the things he loves.

Time spent with Chanyeol tangling in the sheets was blissful, but that's exactly where the bliss ends and the harsh reality slaps. The sound of Chanyeol rolling off the bed, the light shuffling of feet, the rustle of clothes, oh and the final nail on the coffin, the sound of the door slamming shut as he leaves your room. All of it clawed away at your feelings. Whenever you get high hopes, Chanyeol slams the door shut on them.

It was getting exhausting, this cycle of mental torture. The fact that he probably fucked around with other girls and would touch and kiss and hold them the same he did with you. The fact that while these mutually agreed escapades meant nothing to him, they were the reason why you weren't seeing anyone else anymore. The final semester was coming to an end, and so was your sanity and patience.

You couldn't take the weight of the feelings locked deep in your heart anymore.

You make up your mind, deciding that you'll tell him, hoping against hope that his reaction would be affirmative.

"What if he doesn't reciprocate?", whispered a little voice in your head.

You pushed those thoughts aside, trying not to think of how exactly Chanyeol's possible rejection might effect you.

.... A Week Later ....

The past was repeating itself yet again when Chanyeol stood up from the couch he moment you entered and crossed the distance between you both, lustful intentions swimming in his brown orbs. He made to pull you closer, hand reaching out when you stepped back.

Unspoken questions were evident in his gaze, a slightly pained expression taking form in his eyes. You took that was an opportunity to speak, your voice low, your eyes on his.

"What are we, Chanyeol? What am I to you?"

Chanyeol's demeanor shifted at that, body going rigid as he pulled back the hand that was reaching out towards you. He underwent a whole change. His eyes went vacant, face going neutral and you were no longer able to read the expressions on his face, the emotions in his eyes.

Standing right before you was a man who couldn't care less.

He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest, "It isn't that deep. It's just sex, y/n. We talked about this."

The audacity. The mere audacity of this man, to shrug and cross his arms as if this isn't like the matter of life and death for you.

You took a step closer, your feelings replaced by bubbling anger, anger and pity, anger on how stupid you've been, anger on him, pity for yourself, pity for the pathetic situation you've got yourself in. While you were boiling up from within, tears had started to line the corner of you eyes with the way this conversation was turning out.

You tried to sound anything but broken, but your voice betrayed you. "You've got to be kidding me, Chanyeol! It isn't 'just sex' and you know it too!"

The tall man had the audacity to huff a humorless laugh at your words, and it further made your composure crumble. He ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, throat bobbing as he took deep breaths.

"C'mon y/n, don't be absurd. Or perhaps.. did you think that we are a thing? It was just sex, dammit! We talked about this. About not catching feelings. Don't be a child, y/n."

Ouch

That. That was perhaps the last straw for you, for you and the tears you've been holding back. They cascaded down your cheeks in a hot, salty trail and you let them. You were done trying to act like you were okay when you actually weren't.

Chanyeol stilled, taking all but one step towards you before you held up a hand, taking two steps back, away from him.

"y/n... please... I'm sorry. It.. came out wrong.. listen to me.. let's talk-"

"No."

You were done. After being trapped in an endless cycle of having nothing but one sided feelings, making a fool of yourself in front of this man who is brushing it off as if your heart isn't at your fucking throat, you were done. You still have some self respect left in you and you'll not do the mistake of letting him affect you this greatly again.

Pining Chanyeol with a stern look, you turned to your heel, running up the little distance to your bedroom, closing the door behind you and locking it. All of Chanyeol's half hearted pleas were put to a deaf ear.

You leaned against the door, your legs giving out beneath you as you sank to your knees. Back against the door, you pulled your knees to your chest, head bowing as you cried and cried and cried, the voice of Chanyeol's pleas fading and then vanishing entirely followed by a soft thud of footsteps as he left.

.

.... Three Hours Later ....

After an hour of crying, two hours of pitying yourself and stewing in your grief, you finally raise your head with a determined gleam in your eyes.

You were done.

So very done.

.

Sometime around 10 the next morning

"y/n?"

Chanyeol's deep voice reverberated throughout the apartment, getting no answers. He called out again, desperate and breathlessly this time. He had already knocked thrice on your door, three harsh raps on the wood that would wake even the dead.

Now that he was awake after a very disturbing sleep last night, he wanted to make amends. He wanted to talk to you. Just the mere thought of losing you; because of something he said in the heat of the moment without prior knowledge of how he actually felt; just that thought alone made him lose his fucking mind.

He took a deep breathe, readying himself, for what, he didn't know. He took out the extra pair of keys from his pocket, pulling out the one to your door, putting it in and turning it before he could second guess himself.

He gasped.

No

It couldn't be

He had braced himself for a lot of ways in which this situation could have unfolded in front of him and yet the particular way in which the things played out caught him completely by surprise.

The room, which belonged to you, was empty, save for the the bed, the table and the closet and the various drawers and other conventional things that were always there. All your posters were gone, all your favorite books were gone, every single thing that screamed your name to Chanyeol was gone.

He took unsteady steps towards the bed, grabbing the pillow that lay there. It smelled faintly of you, strawberry and vanilla. His breathe came in raspy pants as he wrapped his mind around what had happened.

You had left.

Left him.

Chanyeol sank to his knees and wept, tears free flowing from his beautiful eyes in angry torrents.

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firsts • osh [req]

req: hii! can i request sleeping in the same bed with sehun for the first time? established relationship or fwb or whatever inspires you :) love all of your writing!

pairing: sehun x f reader, established relationship

synopsis: reader decides to take it to the next level with sehun

genre: fluff & smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!

warnings: smut, swearing, p in v, oral (m & f receiving) aftercare, lots of kissing/making out lmao, sweet sehun, chanyeol cameo

a/n: ahhh thanks for the sehun req 🥰 hope you enjoy 🩷 thanks for your support!!

despite the many compromising positions you and sehun have been found in, you’ve never actually had sex. you’ve never actually done a lot of the things that you think most people assume, like sleeping over or going all the way. sure, you’ve fooled around but it’s never been full on sex.

like every time you’re sitting on his lap, making out, you guys are giggling. you playfully bite his bottom lip and and release it, looking down at him with a smile. “you’re cute,” you say, running a hand through his hair.

“i know,” he says, putting his hands underneath your shirt to rest on your hips. you roll your eyes at him and go back to kissing him, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. you press yourself closer, your chest against his.

sehuns hands move you higher against your back, near the back of your bra. you’re ready to pull your shirt off until his roommate and best friend, chanyeol, comes out of his bedroom and into the living room. “sehun, what do we need for the apart-“ he cuts himself off when he sees the both of you on the couch. “he has s bedroom, you know.” chanyeol says.

“just get more cereal,” sehun says, his hands sliding to the front of your body, dragging down your stomach and to the top of your pants.

chanyeol cringes at the two of you and snatches his keys off of the counter. “just text me, dude,” he says, and leaves the apartment.

you two go back to making out, you lightly grinding against him. sehun scoots forward and wraps your legs around his waist tighter, and gets up from the couch. his hands rest on your ass so he can carry you down the hall to his bedroom.

sehun tosses you onto the bed and watches you bounce around with a smile on his face. sehun pulls off his shirt and you don’t mind since you’re now alone in his house. “you’re hot,” you say when he hovers over you, settling in between your legs on the bed.

“you’re hotter,” he replies, putting a hand on your hip and reconnecting your lips. he starts messing with the waistband on your pants, and you lift your hips up so he can pull them down.

sehun presses two fingers against your clothed pussy, feeling the dampness before he pushes them to the side and drags a finger up your slit. “always nice and wet for me,” he mutters, dipping two fingers into your core. he slips in easily, your gummy walls contracting around him.

you let out a content sigh as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you. “you’re so good to me, hunnie,” you moan when he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb. “hunnie.” you breathe, propping yourself up to look at him.

“talk to me, pretty,” he says, curling his fingers and making you yelp. “that’s it? you liked that?” he questions, adding a third finger and stretching you out nicely. you flop back on the bed, gathering his sheets in your hand.

not removing his hand from between your legs. sehun comes up to your neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin. you start to press you legs together and he pulls back to look into your eyes. “keep your legs open, baby. i know you’re close,” he says, giving your lips a sweet kiss, a stark contrast to the way he’s currently finger fucking you. “that’s right, cmon, y/n.” sehun praises, pumping his fingers into you quicker.

you hold onto his shoulders and clench around his fingers, your arousal gushing out of you. you expect him to stop, but he doesn’t, and you instead rubs you clit with his thumb, his fingers still moving about you. “sehun, sehun!” you cry, your breathing heavy.

“oh shit. look at at that,” he says, his voice amazed when you come again, squirting onto his hands, sheets, and abdomen. your legs shake and your stomach tightens. “look at the mess you made.” he says, but he’s not upset. no, he’s impressed, and is looking to do it again, but you tap on his back to get him to stop.

when you relax from your second orgasm, he pulls his fingers out of you with a squelching sound, a string of cum connected from you pussy to his fingers. you can only watch him through a lustful haze as he sucks on his fingers before wiping them on the bed. sehun leans down and kisses you, and you ignore the way you can taste him on your tongue. “gross,” you mumble, pulling away from him and kissing his cheek.

“what? i think you taste good,” he says, putting most of his body weight on you. you wrap your arms around his torso, fingers splayed across his back.

“i’m flattered,” you say, deadpan. he scoffs and tickles your side, making your squeal and squirm underneath him. “ok, sehun! stop, please!” you beg, pushing at his shoulders. he lets up and goes back to your mouth, swallowing up the rest of your giggles. you entangle your legs and stay like that, making out on bed for awhile.

his erection pressing rock solid against your thigh becomes too much to ignore, especially when he grinds down against you. “sehun,” you say, your voice low. you move your hands to the front of him, pressing gently against his dick in his sweats. a small gasp leaves your lips at the feeling of him.

you’ve given him head before, so you know how big he is, but it still always shocks you. you struggle with even blowing him, always ending up in tears and with a sore jaw.

“hmm?” he mumbles, and you can feel him tensing, holding himself back from humping your leg. you put one hand on the side of his face, gently stroking his skin with your thumb. he looks down at you, and you know what he needs. you move from underneath him and get on your knees below him.

he quickly pulls down his sweats and boxers, letting his long member bob freely. precum drips from the tip, and you smear it over his dick. letting out a deep breath, you stroke him a few times before opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around him.

a heavy sigh escapes sehun, and he moves jaír out of your face, holding it back for you. “relax, y/n. take your time,” he says soothingly. it what he always says when you suck him off, because you try to do too much too soon.

you manage to relax and get a decent pace going, but after awhile, the gagging starts to burn and your jaw starts to feel sore. you use your hands to pump what doesn’t fit, and you power through giving him head. your lash line fills with tears (like always), and you let them fall.

sehuns moaning and his grip on your hair let you know that he’s close, and you pull out every trick in the book to get him to finish, partially so he can feel good and partially because your mouth hurts. “oh—fuck, shit, y/n!” he groans, his grip on your hair tight.

more tears fall as you take him as far as you can and pull him back out, swirling your tongue around the tip and doing it again. when he finally comes, it’s in your mouth, and you sit back on your heels as you swallow. sehun pants on the bed, but holds his hands out to you, and you pull yourself up. “you did good, baby,” he says, pulling you onto his lap. he kisses your forehead and wipes the rest of you tears, gently massaging the back of your neck. “are you doing okay?” he asks, his voice gentle.

you nod and kiss his lips. “i’m fine, you just have a huge dick,” you say and he snorts because that’s the only way to put it.

“and you take it like a champ.” he compliments, kissing you deeply, not caring that he just nutted in your mouth. though neither of you have said it yet, you know that’s got to be love, because it’s gross.

it doesn’t take long for you to feel sehuns erection under your leg again, but this time he pulls away and speaks first. “you don’t have to do anything, y/n. i can deal with it,” he says, looking into your eyes intensely.

but you know you want to, because you’re comfortable with sehun. he never pushes you more than what you’re comfortable with, and lets you take your time. he’s never pressured you for sex, nor does he expect you two to have it every time you see each other.

you shake your head. “i want to,” you say, playing with the hem of your shirt, not looking at him. sehun gently tilts your chin so you have to look at him.

“are you sure?” he asks, his thumb moving back and forth on your jaw.

“yes,” you say, leaning into his feather like touch. he smiles at you and kisses you once more. you take off your shirt and let him unhook your bra and slide off your underwear the rest of the way.

you start to raise yourself up but he stops you. “woah, y/n. i dont think you should be on top for your first time,” he says with a light laugh, kissing your nose.

“oh,” you mutter, your face flushing as your roll off of him and onto the bed. sehun gets up and goes to his dresser and grabs a condom. you tell yourself to be calm and normal, and that it’ll be fine because sehun is sweet and kind, and you really like him. “sehun?” you say once he comes back, standing in front of you at the end of the bed.

“yes?” he says, his hands resting on your knees. you start to open your mouth but close it, slightly shaking your head. “y/n, if you don’t want to do this, it’s fine. i promise.” he reassures, placing a kiss on your kneecap.

but you’re not nervous to have sex as much as you used to be; you know sehun likes you for you. but you’re more nervous about the feeling and the inevitable pain that is going to come with him being hung. “i want to, hunnie. i just don’t want it to hurt. i mean, i don’t even think you’re gonna fit,” you say, intertwining your fingers.

sehun cant hold back his laugh and you scoff. “it’s not funny, sehun!” you whine.

“baby, i’m not laughing at you, i just think it’s funny that you’ve told me that my dick is big like three times tonight,” he says, and you shrug. “and it probably will hurt, but i’ll go slow.” he says and you nod, biting your lip.

“what if you don’t fit?”

he tilts his head to the side, a derisive smirk on his face. “your mouth isn’t that big, but you managed,” he says and you face burns with embarrassment and shock.

“fuck off,” you mutter, but you feel better about having him in this way. sehun rolls the condom on and parts your legs, reminding you to relax. he gives you one last reassuring kiss before lining himself up with your entrance.

when he pushes the head of his dick in, you suck in a breath and give him the greenlight to keep going. the stretch starts to hurt when he pushes in a few inches deeper, and you’re yanking onto the sheets with your eyes squeezed shut. “fuck, hunnie, are you all the way in?” you whimper.

he glances down at where you two connect and feels guilty when he says, “i’m barely halfway.”

“oh god,” you cry out, feeling like you want to thrash around. “just do something, please!” you say. sehun decides to start moving himself in and out, getting deeper each time he pushes in so you can start adjusting.

soon, the pain that you once felt dissipates and starts to feel good. the tears on your cheeks dry, and you start moaning out his name, not holding back. “hunnie, you feel so good!” you say, your hold on the sheets loosening and moving to pull his face down to your lips. “faster, baby, please.” you moan, and he obliges.

“fuck, baby,” sehun groans, his balls slapping against your ass every time he thrusts into you. “cmon, look at me. you’re doing so well, y/n.” he says, his sweet words making you swoon.

you open you eyes and look into his, and you whimper at his loving gaze. he moves to grab your hands and interlock your fingers so your arms are pinned against the bed as he rams into you.

sehuns dick twitches inside of you. his thrusts don’t let up, and you get a knot in your stomach. “shit, y/n, i’m about to come. are you close?” he pants out. you mewl as he tightens up his form and let’s go of you hands to press your legs open wider. “my pretty girl.” he groans as you slip a hand between the two of you to rub your clit.

“sehun!” you cry, arching your back as you speed up rubbing on your clit. he twitches inside of you again and grunts, and comes into the condom. you buck your hips to keep fucking your self against him. he keeps pushing through to get you to come, and when you do, you spit out a sequences of curses.

sehun pulls out of you on shaky legs, kissing you on the mouth before he goes to dispose of the condom. your body feels sore and tired, and you can barely keep your eyes open. you lay limply on the bed, and sehun places a gentle hand on your hip, making you open your eyes. “how are you?” he asks.

you give him a small smile. “tired. sore,” you say and he smirks.

“i did my job then,” he says, gently pulling you up the pillows so he can tuck you in. you’re too exhausted to protest falling asleep, and instead let yourself be babied. you hardly register him slipping into bed next to you.

when you wake up the next morning, you’re disoriented and naked. you have a minor freak out until you register the body next to you as sehuns, one of his legs entangles with yours. your body feels tight, and you stretch out, nearly whimpering at the pain you feel between your legs.

you quietly slip out of the bed to go to the restroom. when you come back, sehun stirs awake, his morning face the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. “good morning,” he mumbles, stretching out a hand to you grab it and hold it between the both of yours, tucking yourself back into bed. “how did you sleep?”

“morning. i slept fine—my legs hurt,” you say and he smirks, closing his eyes briefly. “i’m hungry.” you say, gently pulling on him. he nods and sits up, stretching his arms over his head before leaning over to give you a quick kiss. sehun slides out of bed to go to the bathroom, and you feel giggly watching him walk away bare.

when he comes back out of the bathroom, full frontal, you blush and hide your face under the blanket. “why are you acting shy, like i wasn’t balls deep in you nearly 12 hours ago?” he questions, pulling the blanket down. your face only burns deeper, but you let him pull you out of bed so you can get dressed.

he hands you clothes and you pull them on and steal a pair of his slippers. you walk out of his room hand in hand, your head resting on his shoulder. chanyeol already sits at their small dining room table, headphones on and his face in a bowl of cereal.

chanyeol looks up when you two walk into the kitchen, waves, and goes back to his food. sehun grabs two bowls and pours you both some cereal, and carries the bowls to the table. he pulls you onto his lap, one arm secured around your waist and the other free so he can eat. “really?” chanyeol asks, his spoon hovering in midair.

sehun ignores him and continues eating, so you do the same. chanyeol rolls his eyes, but he knows he’s only hating because he’s single.

[andimoon]

@ye0liessunshine || HIII can I send a request with a chanyeol smut using prompts #14, #31 and #39 ? <<33

Hello lovely reader!! Thank you for your request! This one took me some time as this is my second time writing smut. It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. 🫠 I hope you enjoy!! 18+

Word count: 3.8K

Warning: graphic smut, exhibitionism, mild hand fixations, Dom!Chanyeol, Bratty/Quiet reader, power plays.

Chanyeol x reader

FwB to Lovers, established relationship au.

Graphic smut

14.“There’s nothing wrong with getting a little dirty.”

31. “You’re making a scene.”

39. “Shut up, I’m trying to fuck you.”

Today had been a hard day, work was long and unnecessarily stressful, as it tended to be. The only thing that kept you going was the ideal of soaking in steamy soapy water with music playing around you and the scent of your favorite bath bombs. To get the grime of the day off of your skin and fully wash away any thought of work for the rest of the night. Maybe if you were lucky you’d be able to share a glass of wine with your new boyfriend. Or, if you were even more lucky, you’d get to feel his warm touch and spend the night in his embrace. The few days you’d gone without seeing him, without touching him, loving him, left you pent up and agitated. You suppose what they say about new relationships was true.

Your heels ached and you’d long ago removed the three inch abominations you were forced to wear every day, stumbling barefoot into your apartment. You dropped your bag, your keys, undoing the ridiculous hairstyle that had been pulling at one single strand of hair for hours. Your job was fine, you’d finally made it high enough on the corporate ladder to not have to worry about money, but the stress that came with your position was borderline unbearable. And that uniform killed you every single day. Your brain pounded. Only one thing kept you moving, one thing that prevented you from collapsing right then and there on the nearest surface; Bath. As it lured you in, you dropped everything, including your clothes in your path. You’ll pick them up after your muscles relaxed and your stresses melted away in that lovely lavender scent bomb you’d been saving away for a special occasion.

The moment you sank into the water was bliss, pro tip from a magazine you came across at work; always take a quick shower before getting into a bath with a bath bomb. You could feel the minerals seeping into your skin and willing your muscles and bones to relax.

It was like nothing else mattered as you reveled in the moment of pampering. And then a few consecutive chimes from your phone sitting on the closed toilet seat just within your grasp. You swore to god, if it was a text from work about something else needing to be redone, you were going to lose your fucking mind. With a few rough taps, your screen came to life and the two little hearts on the outsides of his name instantly calmed the storm inside you.

‘I’m outside your house. Are you home?’

‘I know I have the code and everything, but I want to see you.’

‘Are you home, baby?’

The texts came in ramped succession and the little chuckle that escaped you was involuntary. Your fingertips were still slightly slippery from the soapy water and you didn’t want to risk dropping your phone into it. That little device was what kept your head above the raging storm in the office. So instead, you dialed. Midway through the first ring, you heard his deep gravelly voice. “Baby? Did you see my text?” You could hear movement and rustling on the other side of the line, you hummed in response.

“Yeah, I’m home,” you adjusted and jammed your hip against the side of the tub, a small ached groan left your lips, “just come on up. I’m taking a bath right now, but we can have dinner together if you’re free.”

You heard the car door close on the line and his breath was slightly shaky as he walked, you assumed he parked in your garage as he usually did. “Alright, I’ll see you in a second and we can talk.”

Normally those words would bring an aura of anxiety within you, but his tone and the easiness in it soothed you. Not to mention the exhaustion in your bones. Chanyeol had been your boyfriend for a solid three months at this point, before that you were friends with benefits for almost a year. Yoel had a way of making you feel comfortable, even with his annoying pouts and tantrums, he was everything you needed, your other half, and you knew you could rely on him no matter what. Even when you were at the peak of your exhaustion and frustrations, even when you were picking a fight, he understood you, he accepted you and soothed you. And he was teaching you to be more honest and straightforward with your thoughts and emotions. Somewhere in your mind you knew it was meant to be, you were meant to find this man, and he was meant to be yours. Even when either of you fucked up, and you had plenty of times, the way you talked together came naturally and it was easy to come to an agreement. You loved it. And you knew you didn’t deserve him.

The front door chimed as he input the code, and the motion sensor sang a little welcome to the man. You could hear his footsteps but they lagged a little in their path to you, and when your boyfriend showed up in the doorway, you couldn’t help but bask in his glory. The suit he wore clung to his body perfectly, somehow accenting the thickness of his thighs and the broadness of his shoulders and his black locks looked heavenly the way they were brushed back atop his head. God how you missed him. You let out a teasing little whistle and he smirked in response, leaning against the doorframe and you could tell he was admiring your naked frame under the bubbles. Suddenly his hand lifted the collection of your clothing, the way he held it all in three fingers was both annoying and oddly satisfying somewhere deep inside you. “Hard day?”

“Too many things went wrong today,” your skin burned the longer you stared at each other and you leaned against the cool side of the tub, lifting your body a bit to give your lover a better view of your chest, “But I left that behind when I clocked out.” That was something Chanyeol had shown you to do. There’s no point in stressing over work when you’re not being paid for it. Your time off was for you. The little sound he made confirmed it. “Are you staying with me tonight?”

A few steps into the bathroom and he stood looming over you. It was hard to see his face from your angle but you admired the way the suit clung to his hips, the mouthwatering bulge, and the way the smooth fabric guided your eyes down the expanse of his luscious thighs and long legs. Suddenly feeling hyper aware of your complete lack of clothing. The air was heavy for a moment before he crouched in front of you, his eyes were dark and lustful as they met yours and the smirk on his lips left you dizzy, “Actually,” his voice was so much deeper and the rasp robbed you of any oxygen you might’ve had in your lungs, much to his amusement, “I want to take you out tonight. I’m meeting the guys for dinner at an event, we can bring guests.” You honestly didn’t really want to go, you had everything you wanted then and there, but you wanted to support him. He mentioned the event like it wasn’t that important but you knew he was proud of his work and there was something in his eyes that piqued your interest. The silence was challenging, and rare for Chanyeol. Your chest felt like it would cave under his gaze and you exhaled a heavy breath.

The water was no longer hot and your fingers had already started to shrivel so you pulled the drain and stood in all your naked, goosebumped glory. You could feel your skin tingle in the wake of his wandering stare and the little bob of his throat was unmistakable.

“Oh yeah? You’re taking me out tonight?” You were actively teasing him and the man’s face crumbled in an instant as he shuffled back and out of the bathroom, you chuckled and walked up to him, pressing a damp palm against his stomach in a spot far too low and you knew it would leave him reeling. You knew all his little buttons that had him begging to get between your legs. The little growl he released rattled in your chest.

That perfect pink tongue of his darted out to wet his lips and you were mesmerized by it for a moment. “I want to take you out,” he said a little weaker than last time, but you watched his face closely as he came to a conclusion in his mind and spoke with more conviction, “and I promise to take very good care of you for your troubles, little siren.”

So if you went out with him tonight, he’d fuck you the way you craved? That didn’t sound like a bad deal in your mind. “Okay,” you brushed past him to get ready, he was over dressed so you went to the fancier side of your closet to find something that would catch eyes. Your boyfriend had a way of becoming the center of attention and you knew if you didn’t dress the part you’d shatter under his spotlight, especially if he was dressed like that.

At some point he’d followed you to your bedroom, sitting on your bed with his legs spread just a little wider than usual. It was inviting. “That’s it? You do want to go, then.” He leaned his elbows on his knees and the amusement in his eyes left you wanting to do unspeakable things.

“I want to be with you.” You found a maxi dress at the back of your wardrobe and pulled it out. The gorgeous shades of dark greens left the gown looking ethereal, and the soft tulle off-the-shoulder sleeves were so comfortable. After a moment you stepped out of the small closet with the gown mostly on. “Help me with the zipper?” Yeol loved this gown almost as much as you did. You’d worn this dress on the first night you spent together. You recalled the way the tall slit drove him crazy, the way he had removed it from you so slowly, taking in every second in this very room. His sharp breath returned you to reality and he was suddenly right behind you. Hot fingertips brushed your hair to the side, feathering over the sensitive spot he loved to kiss. His touch was torturously slow, purposely lining a path down your spine all the way to the bottom of the opened zipper. It was so hard to breathe, how you wanted to crawl onto him and ride him until he gave into you.

Your lover went to get his car after the dress, and you got ready at lightning speed, makeup, check. Hair, check. Shoes, check. Purse, keys, wallet. Check, check, and check. You were surprised you made it out of the house at all with your body’s reaction to seeing Chanyeol. It had only been a few days for god’s sake. Being in such an enclosed space with him was dangerous. The seductive scent of his cologne and his natural musk, it was so hot in here, and your legs were trembling ever so slightly. It was hard to think about anything else but the fantasies playing behind your eyes. You couldn’t look at him as you talked and eventually, “Are you mad? Did you really not want to go out?”

“I’m not mad,” you responded in truth, reaching for his large hand resting on your thigh, your own looked so small in comparison. “You’re overwhelming,” your head lulled to look at him, the way his tie sat so perfectly on his chest. You imagined him using the fabric to tie your hands, or to cover your eyes, “You look so fucking good, and I’m so weak to you.” He risked a glance at you as he drove and this time you were openly ogling him, letting your eyes linger in all the spots you wanted to taste, to touch, to fuck.

That dark tone was back, “Oh yeah?” His tongue peeked out and he bit down on it. The memories of his eyes peeking up at you from between your legs flashed in your mind and you couldn’t help the little whimper that resonated from somewhere in your chest, you had to look away again. This time he laughed at your reaction. “So what I’m hearing is, that pretty little mind of yours is thinking about dirty things? And you can’t control yourself if you look?”

He talked too much, his words affected you too much. It was too hot and too hard to breathe and you simply hummed in response because god forbid you say something that digs you into a deeper hole. “That’s okay, baby,” he was speaking again, this time in a knowing tone that made you want to smack him, “We’ll just stay for a little while. Then we’ll go through all your little thoughts. How does that sound?”

He lied. You hadn’t stayed for a little while. Two hours later and you were still at this fucking event. Seeing Chanyeol at work while you were pent up and frustrated was a recipe for disaster. The whiplash from; look, little puppy chanyeolie, to Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy. You wanted to pull your hair out. Why did you agree to this again? You kept drinking, champagne tasted like complete ass but it was readily available and would help you deal with the boiling in the pit of your stomach. Probably by your third glass a woman’s voice was calling over the intercom for everyone to take their seats for dinner. Chanyeol pulled you to sit next to him and you heard the inhale he took, “Are you drunk?”

“Oh now you see me?” The bitterness rang in your tone. He’d been so busy talking to other guests that he had hardly spoken more than two sentences to you since you arrived. That wasn’t really why you were upset, though. You knew he was working and you shouldn’t have snapped at him like that, but it would be too embarrassing to admit the real reason you were upset. You risked a glance at the rest of the table, the other couples were too busy with each other to even notice. “I tell you what you do to me and you ignore me during an event like this?” You pouted, and you knew it was childish. Maybe you were a little drunk, the words came out carelessly. Chanyeol replaced your drink with a glass of water before you could take another sip.

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” he responded as the lights dimmed and a large projector lit up with some kind of campaign, it looked familiar. Something he’d been producing for a short while, he rarely mentioned it. “You’re overwhelming.” A feeling of déjà vu.

He wanted you just as much, to say he’d been avoiding you would be a stretch, but now the lack of glances in your direction made more sense. He needed to control himself and wouldn’t be able to if his eyes touched yours. “Then why are we still here?” This time you spoke softer and leaned into your boyfriend a bit, pretending to be watching the campaign and he leaned his lips into your hair as he spoke.

“Because I want to show you off.” You felt the heat of his palm as it slowly ran down the side of your leg, you held your breath as his fingers slipped into the front slip of the gown, pulling your leg through and feathering touches against your inner thigh, inching upwards the same way he had done your first night. “You look so good when I touch you.” His voice was sultry, his hot breath filling every cell in your body. You were so thankful for the darkness and the tablecloth that hid Yeol’s adventurous hand.

“You’re going to get your hand dirty if you keep doing this, Yeolie. What if someone notices?” As much as you tried to hide it, your voice trembled with the warning.

“There’s nothing wrong with getting a little dirty.” He purred, “but if you’re really worried, you’ll clean up whatever mess you make.”

It happened so slowly, you could feel his nails prodding against you. The movement of soaked fabric and you felt how those long fingers entered you at a snail's pace, how they just kept going deeper and deeper and you nearly moaned. Your hands were so much smaller than Chanyeols, that was never more evident than when he had them inside you. They reached places you never could, pressing on the sensitive little buttons inside you and all you could think was how good it felt as his warmth radiated. Whatever was on the screen finished and the guests all clapped and roared, you jolted at the reminder of how public this place was. Chanyeol's fingers froze with his hand pressed firmly against you, two digits sitting inside you. And he lifted the table cover over both your laps as the lights came on. It was intoxicating. A stranger walked up onto the center stage to introduce another product, the lights dimmed once more so your boyfriend continued, slowly curling the digits inside you and pressing on that perfect spot. You wanted to scream and you were terrified to move, what if someone noticed? What if you got arrested for public indecency? But it felt so good, the risk left your adrenaline on edge.

The announcement showed but your vision blurred, the more he curled and wiggled inside you, the hotter you felt. Your dress was probably ruined, you could even hear the occasional faint squish that he quietly coughed over as naturally as possible. Every nerve in your body was on fire and you reached for his wrist under the cloth and he raised an eyebrow at you, seemingly unbothered. The moment your eyes touched his hand was moving again, pressing against all the right places. Your mind was foggy and you were in the verge of boiling over, it was hard to hold in your noises. You squeeze his wrist tightly as he pulled a whimper out of you, “Yeollie, not here.” Your voice was nearly gone, muffling the sounds in your throat. He froze and he snuck a glance at the other guests at the oversized table, luckily it was still mostly dark enough to hide your antics.

“You’re making a scene.” The words were like ice water to the face, and the amusement in his eyes embarrassed you further. You hid your face in his shoulder, “Good girl.” He hummed just for you, pressing a kiss against your temple as those fingertips slid right out of you, he slipped them into his mouth, sucking like you were as sweet as icing and your lips suddenly felt dry. The rest of the event was a blur. Chanyeol was by your side and you both excused yourselves early. You needed to get this man inside you as soon as humanly possible.

The little motion detector welcomed you and you heard the door click closed when you finally, finally, made it to your house. Air felt heavy around you, it was so quiet as you both removed your shoes and stepped into the silent home. You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath until you were pressed against a wall, all at once his mouth was on you, his teeth pulling and biting at your lips, at your neck. Your head was spinning. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He growled into your skin, all at once he reached behind you and undid the zipper, roughing pulling the gown off of you and his lips were back. The desperation in his heated kiss matched yours, you were drugged by the sweetness on his tongue. Your bra came off and his harsh hands massaged your breasts, pulling and pinching at the sensitive numbs before you somehow ended up on the couch in the midst of it all. You hadn’t even realized you’d been moving until the black leather pressed cold against your chest and cheek. Your hips rested on the arm rest, propping up your body for your boyfriend to have the perfect view of what he wanted most.

Not once had the man reached for his clothing and once again you were left mostly bare and him entirely too dressed, but the imbalance ignited something in you. His curious digits lined the bottom of your thighs, pulling at the edges of your lacy underwear. God damn, he was taking so long, you needed him inside you so badly, “Chanyeol,” somehow your tone was stronger than you thought possible and finally his eyes met yours, dark and wanting. The short gasps you shared, the same hot flush on his cheeks you felt on your own, “Just do it already.” As if to accent your words, the little roll of your hips caught on his arousal and you hummed in satisfaction, he hissed and pushed your hips back down, landing a firm slap on the pump flesh.

“So impatient.” A harsh pull as his tie came undone and his clothed body pressed against your naked back, he reached for your hands, blindly tying your wrists has he had time and time again, lips and teeth pressing and scraping and biting on every patch of skin he could touch. “You’re such a slut, I can’t even take my time with you anymore,” he reprimanded and you heard a little zip before he pushed in all at once. It stung and your hole clung to him desperately, he hissed and released a low growl against your ear, not giving you even a second to adjust before he was pushing your hips down and slamming into you again and again.

“Wait,” you cried out, overwhelmed and sensitive, with every thrust of his hips he pulled embarrassing sounds out of you. This was what you wanted, but your body was struggling to catch up to the fast pace of it all, “Yeollie, wait.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to fuck you.” It was animalistic and harsh, and fuck it felt so good. Not once had his back breaking pace hesitated, “Isn’t that what you wanted, little siren?” He pushed deep inside you and held you there, pushing against the deepest point inside you and your bounded hands clawed at the couch, your body recoiling from the intensity and he pulled your hips back to meet his, “Such a good fucking girl.” Those eyes glistened darkly, ravishing you. You were in for a long night.

[jongbross]

fwb with chanyeol but you kinda have feelings for him and you try to move on and date some other guy and at your first date chanyeol shows up super jealous and takes you home with him and there is some very steamy sex going on... i feel like he would be super rough cuz he is kinda competitive too yk. and he would talk such dirty things and calling you his the whole time (cuz he has feelings for u too!)

THAT'S IT IM ENTERING THE NEW YEAR THINKING ABT THIS, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

"why would you look for other guys? isn't my dick enough for you?"

"yes, yeol."

"good, cause it's all yours, love. so you better ride it good and moan loudly for me, i wanna hear how much you like it when i'm deep inside you like no one else can be."

HAPPY NEW YEAR I GUESS

[proudahgase-exol]

Your ZAYN song - exo

Xiumin:

pillowtalk: you guys were having sex and you guys had music in the background and suddenly this song come on and xiumin made a bet to see if your annoying neighbor would come knocking on the door he said “ let’s piss of the neighbors “ and you guys did so now very time you wanted to get back at your neighbors you guys would play that song and do just that piss off the annoying neighbor.

Junmyeon:

There You Are: this song explains how Junmyeon sees you when he’s tired you there to help him when he’s sad you put a smile on his face this song haves a mean to you both and you also can relate to the song because when things get to hard Myeon is there for you. You both know each other so well that will do anything to make sure the other is okay.

Yixing:

It’s You: you both find this song really nice you love to play it on a rainy day it calms you down and it’s one of he songs that you both really like all because one time in store this song come up and you started singing it Lay found it because how your voice sounds and since then he loves to sing this song with you it’s like a little memory song for both of you.

Baekhyun:

Like I Would: Baekhyun loves singing this song whenever he thinks about your ex he knows your ex didn’t love you as much and he does and one at a club you guys run into your ex and this song exactly was plaing and what did Baekhyun did? He sing that while was posting at your ex witch got him mad and try to tell you he was still better but Baekhyun just pulled you in for a husband when he pull away he bit his lip and smile at you as with an eyebrow raised proving his point.

Chanyeol:

wrong: your relationship started with one night stand that fiends with benefits and now your in a 2 year relationship when you first heard this song it reminded you of what Chanyeol had said at the beginning of your fwb “don’t get to comfortable with me we’re just fuck buddys so don’t think your getting a relationship ploughing of this” and it reminded you both of that time specifically with the line “ don’t think because your with me this is really” it’s your favorite song to look back to the pass.

Kyungsoo:

Let Me: he really said “baby let me be your man so I can love you” instead of asking you “ will you be my girlfriend” he new you love ZAYN and so he that it be funny to quote a line of one of his songs and now “Let me” is one of your favorite song because of Kyungsoo but you love it more wham he sings it for you. At first he didn’t want to but he eventually did on your one year anniversary.

Kai:

Entretener: you guys just like this song for no real reason you guys enjoy it a lot and Kai did his own choreography of the song and you love seeing him dance to you guys favorite song you love the way he is body moved to the rhythm of the song it was your favorite thing ever.

Sehun:

Fool For You: You new Sehun wasn’t the best at showing so much affection neither did he say how he feel for you. So one day when you were sad because he wants affectionate he come up to you and told you that when ever you feel like he wasn’t being affectionate you should play the song Fool for you by ZAYN because that song explain what he did and feels for you that when it comes to you he can’t help but be and act like a “fool”

Sorry for the bad spelling anyways I feel like this is trash but I also kind of like it 😭😭🥲

[5threquiem]

me rn: it was at this moment that he knew, he fucked up.

ok but seriously, this event is really making me regret being lazy and not writing up a hc post 😭 i genuinely have not plotted much of this event with anyone and have fully gone off vibes, but here's seunghan's ( admittedly shaky ) alibi so far! i'll catch up on everything and respond to dms in a second — just need to get my thoughts on a page, especially since seunghan is admitting to seeing hyungseo at the resort and i suspect we all need to get our stories straight!

ALIBI : by some stroke of luck, seunghan had planned to arrive at the resort a little earlier because he wanted to bonk his super secret fwb that no one here knows of, LEE SOWON. and! he's got the texts to prove it! so that is fully going to be seunghan's alibi right now. bro just wanted to get his dick wet and was afraid of his rich daddy's reach in seoul, so he chose the randomest and furthest resort to do it, yep! as for how he met NOH HYUNGSEO, seunghan is fully going to theorise that his besties, hyungseo and CHOI HAJOON, probably followed him to the resort because they knew he was sleeping with someone, but didn't know who. THIS SECURES AN ALIBI FOR THE CLUB. your muses might have their theories as to why hyungseo was there and that is 100% okay, this is just seunghan's "theory" for why hyungseo and hajoon might have been there and his effort to protect the club. he will admit to visiting the lake with hyungseo and hajoon sometime in the afternoon, and he will attempt to convince the police that hyungseo was enamoured by the lake, but that seunghan and hajoon brushed him off as friends do. he will also say that the three of them had planned to meet at night, but only hajoon turned up, and both of them were "stood up" by hyungseo, which he will attempt to convince the police is common and so they didn't think anything of it. THIS SECURES AN ALIBI FOR HIS BEST FRIEND, HAJOON. and because he's been holding a grudge against both BAE YUNHEE and JUNG CHANYEOL and he feels guilty for having protected their secret for so long, he will also tell the police about their affair. EVERYTHING ELSE IS UP IN THE AIR.

if any of this clashes with your plots, please let me know! i've already answered a few prompts and will continue to answer them at my pace which i admit is pretty fast, so literally barge into my inbox and yell at me if this is a no go! i am very happy to change things around! now on to some plots!

ALIBI PLOT : currently don't have anything interesting to write other than what i've stated up there, but i assume it would be strange for seunghan to bump into no one other than the ones stated above. that said, i'm looking for someone that seunghan can either implicate or vouch for! someone that he's seen running around the resort at some point or another that he either loathes or loves enough to help!

MEMORIAL PLOT : seunghan will not be attending the memorial. he finds it tasteless, frankly speaking. none of these kids knew or liked hyungseo, and now they want to bring out whatever made up trinket they have of him? gross! that said, a) i would love for someone who hated or wronged hyungseo in some way to come to this memorial. if seunghan catches you there, especially in his current grieving state, i cannot promise you he will not get violent. alternatively b) i would love for someone who notices his absence at the memorial, misunderstands him, and either confronts or mocks him for it! cue fighting! yay!

FUNERAL PLOT : heard there's a funeral for hyungseo that we may be able to explore...? 👀 if so, seunghan will be there! he will be paying his respects along with his parents who im sure are friendly with hyungseo's because all the chaebols pretty much know each other! a) would love to see muses who hated hyungseo but were dragged by their parents, in which case seunghan will treat you like absolute scum because why are you here? it's disrespectful and haven't you done enough? or b) potentially someone catching him grieve and is willing to be a shoulder to cry on? might humanise the man a little bit honestly! bonus points if you guys are already friendly!

sorry these are very bare bones, no thoughts just vibes really but i am very keen so please plot with me 🤲

[mybiasisexo]

Okay, I had this weird dream. It was basically me having a front view seat to watching a drama.

However this drama was about the oc, named Daeun (a 95 liner), who was the oldest member of a gg called Serafina under SM (debuted in between Red Velvet and Aespa). Basically she and Chanyeol released a sm station song that lead the two of them to become fwb, but no one knows. Not even the other exo members or the Serafina members. But soon Daeun breaks it off with Chanyeol b/c she starts to have feelings for Sehun after working with SC on their unit album. And he feels the same way, so they start dating. But unfortunately, Chan caught feelings for Daeun but can’t do anything…

And that’s when I woke up lol. I wonder if I sleep tonight it’ll continue. But it was so surreal. Like I was watching a drama.

Sorry if that was random, just wanted to get that off my mind.

Damn that was v dramatic. What were you watching that night lol??

Did you get a sequel or nah?

[misswoozi]

Do you have any ship pairings between EXO and Monsta X? Platonic, romantic, nemesis, or otherwise. -⚽

ooh interesting. off the top of my head, I don't have any existing cross-ships there but what if we consider

Shownu/Kyungsoo (romantic)

Wonho/Jongin (FWBs)

Kihyun/Suho (FWBs)

Minhyuk/Xiumin (FWBs)

Hyungwon/Sehun (platonic)

Jooheon/Chanyeol (nemeses)

Changkyun/Baekhyun (nemeses)

let me know if any of these work for you!

[lunaverrse]

ask the mun: 1, 3, 4, 14, 30,

ASK THE MUN MEME.

aceitando

all time favorite fc?

Essa pergunta aqui é difícil, porque eu tenho alguns fcs que amo demais e que adoro usar, mas acho que preciso citar pelo menos dois aqui: o Taeyong do NCT e o Chanyeol do EXO. O Tae eu nunca usei em grupos, mas tenho um no 1x1 que é meu xodó demais, eu amo ter ele como faceclaim e me lembro de boas épocas do rpg, tenho um carinho muito grande. O Chanyeol eu realmente não uso há uns seis anos já, mas sempre foi o meu favorito porque o meu personagem mais duradouro no rpg foi com ele, é um fc que eu amaria usar de novo, só procurando a chance perfeita pra isso.

a fc you wish had more resources?

O Zuho, do SF9! Ele é um fc bem underused, então é quase impossível encontrar resources dele. E os players estão perdendo um fc belíssimo!! E muito versátil, porque dá pra se fazer de tudo com ele. E um bônus pra Lee Seoyeon do fromis, achei alguns resources dela, mas adoraria ter mais.

favorite connection type? (i.e enemies, exes, fwbs, childhood best friends, etc.)

Eu gosto muito de conexões de irmãos, geralmente são as que faço com amigos mais próximos mesmo, porque eu gosto de desenvolver bem os detalhes das relações, os conflitos e tudo mais. Em relações românticas, eu adoro exes, bem no estilo do Nicholas e da Natalie mesmo, com muita angústia e coisas que ficaram sem resolução. Também gosto de friends to lovers, mas com bastante slowburn!

favorite rp genre?

Eu nunca fui uma player que participou de rps diferentões, então dentro do que eu já joguei, com certeza gosto muito do tema de empresas de entretenimento, que envolvam idols, mas também staffs, modelos, atores e todo tipo de pessoa que está nesse mundo.

tell us about the character you’ve had for the longest.

O Jaehwan! Ele foi um personagem que nasceu em uma comunidade há uns anos atrás e foi criado com um fim específico. O melhor de tudo foi que a experiência de jogo me deu um bote e nada do que eu planejei aconteceu, a vida dele foi uma reviravolta muito doida, e ele segue ativo até hoje. É um personagem pelo qual eu tenho muito carinho, porque ele cresceu demais enquanto pessoa. De um playboy genérico, ele realmente pode dizer que virou um homem, se transformou em uma pessoa oposta ao que era. Virou pai, marido e amigo, descobriu que a vida dele foi uma mentira, conheceu a irmã de sangue, e o mais importante é que não apenas criou laços, mas foi capaz de manter eles e criar raízes.

[chanyeolsbiggestfangirl]

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[eomayas]

I'd like to request a Baekhyun fic. Baekhyun × reader

Baekhyun and Chanyeol met at college and became best friends (while studying abroad/away from home) Baekhyun went to some other country for work right after college and Chanyeol came back to Korea. After some years Baekhyun is coming to Korea for a year or two on some kind of business contract, and he accidentally meets Chanyeol's younger sister at some bar or club (they don't know e/o) and have one night stand with her. They both decide to get in a no strings attached relationship. It goes on for some days. A few days later Chanyeol invites Baekhyun and introduces them. Later Baekhyun tells reader he can't do a fwb kind of relationship with her anymore because she is his friend's sister and it can cause rift between him and Chanyeol. In the end Baekhyun and reader both get together in a serious relationship after some hardships. Thanks for opening requests!! Also thank you if you decide to write it. 💞

hi baeeee i’ve had this req in my drafts for a hot minute but i do want to tell you that i have a brothers best friend au in the drafts that will be revealed one day. this plot is excellent tho thank you for taking the time to type it to me and thinking me worthy of properly executing it. i apologize for the lateness and the fact that this won’t be exactly written but thank you from the bottom of my heart 🥺🤍

[smuttyfairy]

I think Chanyeol Fic Question 1 is Trapped by @mini-minhyuk???? I believe that's what it's called ^_^

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[jongbross]

Who do you think in Exo is most likely to be Frieda with benefits with another person?

I feel Sehun is a definite yes (with obvious ground rules laid down first), but I can’t think of any else. Maybe Chanyeol or Baekhyun?

sehun and kyungsoo are definitely a yes for me. baekhyun maybe, maybe would too.

i don't know if chanyeol would though, i can only picture him being fwb with someone for writing purposes... other than that, i don't think so 🥴

[nochanchu]

tumblr’s being an ass but here’s a Thing™️ called “even now (i’ll still love you)” that i started in july.

pairing: park chanyeol x reader

genre: college + fwb to lovers

description: For years, you’ve known you could love him, and he you. But humans are fickle, you believe, and these feelings will fade. He, on the other hand, wants to prove you wrong.

/

You run where love is concerned. You run far, and hope that whatever you’ve left behind stays back there, because love is absolutely terrifying.

You experienced it once, well, twice before. But the first time teaches you that forcing love is never the answer. You can’t expect the fairytale love story the first time around, or ever, really, because it doesn’t exist. You learned back then that love was acting like everything was okay and hoping that he wouldn’t leave you again just because he found something better, or as he said before, nicer.

The second time is, for the lack of a better word, unrequited. Yes, it’s a cliché. The worst of them all. But it’s still real to you. For the first time since that other guy—the stupid one who leaves you behind for a different place and a different girl—you feel like you’ve done something out of your own volition. You’re elated to tell him, thinking that when you do, you’ll have a happy ending, and all that you once feared, that you knew would happen all along would just be silly thoughts that would mean nothing later. But, you were right to think that he would break your heart. Because this time he’s the one who isn’t ready.

There’s a third time, too. But it doesn’t (shouldn’t) count, because you never gave it a chance to begin anyway. You figured it would only hurt you more to have him in your life when he was with someone else. You felt what could’ve been, knew what was there, because your gut is never wrong, and that’s exactly why you cut him out before he can think twice about you and what your relationship really was, whether that was a friendship or something more. You ran then, and you’re still running now.

/

You meet Park Chanyeol in a writing class your first year in college.

Apparently, he’s the same age as you, just too handsome for his own good and a Music major with more to his arsenal than a few chords on a guitar. He almost reminds you of a past boyfriend that played and wrote a song about you after your break-up, but Chanyeol’s far more handsome and way less douche-y, even for a fraternity pledge.

What strikes you isn’t his features, though they’re a great bonus to his overall being, it’s the fact that he talks to you about your work in the least superficial way possible. You’ve heard a lot of “that was so good” to “I don’t even know where to begin” that when he approaches you after class, you’re almost certain that he’s going to add a tally mark into the two. Instead he stops and asks about the concept you used about the Erasers, something you’ve been developing since high school, a silly one at that. His eyes glow, however, and you can’t help but follow each syllable with a slack jaw.

“Did I say something stupid?” he asks, immediately taken aback. It takes all but a moment for you to shake your head and smile sheepishly, because of course you’d be an idiot in front of the one person that has shown genuine interest in your work besides the professor. “It’s okay if I did, just tell me and I’ll stop embarrassing myself.”

“No, seriously, you didn’t,” you reassure him, hoping your smile disarms the shift of uncertainty in his eyes. “I was just impressed, I guess. I haven’t had someone talk to me about that archaic thing since my best friend, and Professor Williams.”

It works, at least, and he lets out a relieved sigh. “Good, good. But, seriously, what made you think of them? Giving humans a chance to forget their heartbreak… it’s so appealing.”

You laugh and give a nod, “Yeah, I know. It really appealed to high school sophomore me when—okay, well, not to get all personal—I was recovering from a broken heart, so that’s the big, top secret. It was a way of me coping and I don’t know I just liked the idea of forgetting.”

“Not a fan of love, I’m guessing?” he asks, still holding his printed copy of the story. There are annotations scribbled all over the piece, but not too many in the proofreading department as far as you could tell. From the sound of it though, he actually read the story, and that makes you a lot happier than when you entered the classroom and prepared for the worst.

“Eh,” you say, giving a shrug. “How’d you figure?”

“A lot of our own work tends to reflect some parts of ourselves, even if we like or don’t like them.” He hands you the document, but not before making sure the stack is perfectly aligned and organized, unlike the others you have to sift through before you can leave, not that you’re in much of a rush now. “And, I kinda just guessed.”

“And, here I was afraid that I had ‘I hate love’ written all across my face, again.”

He snorts, taking it upon himself to organize the papers you hadn’t gotten to. “No, but the tone of the story just sounded… bittersweet. Like, as happy as it’s supposed to be, it makes me think you wanted to head somewhere else with the story.”

You hum in affirmation as you accept the stack he hands you. His hands are warm and solid, you note very briefly.

“Really?” he asks, sounding a lot more surprised than you expected.

“Yeah, you’re not wrong. I was implying that the Erasers are dying out because of this girl, the one outlier to their entire system; all because she wants to take on this burden of living with her heart split in two for the rest of her life.”

“Isn’t her heart healing though? Or,” he gasps, “does it never become whole?”

“Guilty?” you say, shrugging on your backpack while he simply waits to start walking until you’re ready. It’s odd how easy this feels, but you can’t find a reason to care when he shakes his head vigorously at you. “What?”

“You’re brilliant, but oh-so-cruel,” he responds and then sniffs. The gesture makes you laugh again, and at that, he breaks out into a grin. “Seriously, that’s so… hm… inventive. I still can’t believe you conceptualized that and wrote that story on it and everything. All without watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, too.”

“Thank you, but hey! To be fair, I’ve heard the title from time to time, but I never took the time to Google it and Wikipedia what happens or anything.” After a pause, you ask, “They’re not too similar, right?”

“I shouldn’t say,” he answers, tapping his chin. “You’d know if you watched it.”

You frown a little, deciding that whenever you have a chance, then maybe you really should watch it.

The feigned look of indifference washes away from Chanyeol’s visage and he laughs while shaking his head. “Nah, they’re not too similar, Just the concept of forgetting being a choice. I’d still recommend it, though. The movie’s a masterpiece.” He adds a little too quickly, probably afraid that he’s imposing too much on you about his personal tastes, “You don’t have to though! Only if you wanna, otherwise I’m not trying to force you or anything…”

As he scratches the back of his head, you smile at him and mean every word of your response. “Then, I must. I’m always a sucker for a good movie.”

He looks visibly relieved, smiling broadly back at you.

[misswoozi]

Back For More by TXT ft Anitta

Sorry, I had to! -SWA

loooove this fucking song, man

Beomgyu/Momo (FWBs that are... complicated)

Soobin/Yeonjun

Irene/Joy

Jungwoo/Doyoung

Jongin/Chanyeol

[youxidol]

33 + 35 from the drabble game with n/hakyeon please??

send me number + an idol’s name an i’ll write a drabble for you!

You glanced over to Hakyeon when you’d both recovered from your high. “Guess that was goodbye sex, huh?” you asked, adjusting your pillow so you were more comfortable. “Why would that be goodbye sex?” his dark eyes met yours. “You can’t have a friend with benefits when you’ve got a girlfriend,” your words make him scoff. “There was never really anyone else,” he laughed to himself as he played with his own fingers. “You said there was...” you frowned. “Maybe I just wanted to make you jealous.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled the blanket up to cover your body. “Can I confess something?” the silence was broken by him. “Of course you can,” you hummed, watching him shuffle to hover over you. “I don’t want to fall in love. not at all. But at some point you smiled and I was like holy shit. I blew it,” he breathed, the warmth of his breath fanned over your lips. “Kiss me,” you whispered, arms coming to wrap around his neck. “Gladly.”