#gender thoughts hours

[i-told-u-its-skittles]

Do you ever think if you passed that ghost of your future you've been chasing on the street you would recognize it?

[simpxxstan]

seventeen and their love languages!!

maknae line version (read the hyung line version here!)

dokyeom

to him: physical touch (he's a softboy. he just needs some recharge-time cuddling with you. and naturally touchy as he is, a mere hand on his arm or your hands interlinked with his makes him feel so much better.)

from him: words of affirmation (if he's making you smile, his day is made. he needs nothing else.)

mingyu

to him: physical touch (he's so naturally physically affectionate. BIG on pda. it would mean the world to him if you accept and reciprocate his need for physical contact as a primary source of strength.)

from him: acts of service (is a giver. he will give and give and give- his time, his energy, his efforts, his love. will not let you do anything if he can do it. what does he spend so many hours in the gym for, after all?)

minghao

to him: quality time (that lover who respects your personal space, but would truly be overjoyed if you spent time with him. it can be just reading a movie together, listening to a podcast together, or even travelling to work together. if you're with him without any distractions, he's happy.)

from him: words of affirmation (so good with his words. he's a poet, and he will wax poetry for you incessantly. no matter what your mood is, he will know exactly how to uplift it.)

seungkwan

to him: words of affirmation (by nature, he's an overthinker. hence, he loves it when you reassure him that he's doing the right things and isn't hurting anyone through his actions. also loves it when you reassure him about his insecurities.)

from him: words of affirmation (seungkwan has a way with his words. he won't sugarcoat his words for you. nor will he speak lies. but he'll deliver the truth straightforwardly and make you feel infinitely healed.)

vernon

to him: quality time (as someone who enjoys being in his comfort zone and within his close circle, he'd really appreciate it if you could make time for him to indulge your common interests.)

from him: gifts (yeah no, he's ordering everything he sees online for you. at least this way, someone will be able to open parcels of things he orders, is what he tells you when you protest.)

chan

to him: acts of service (he thinks he falls for you even more whenever you try to put in some effort to help him out in any way possible. it's the thought that counts- but also as a persistent perfectionist, he appreciates any little help you give him in making his daily life easier.)

from him: quality time (chan understands the value of spending time together doing things you both enjoy. as a chronically offline person, he prefers to distance himself from distractions and give his entire focus to you.)

[cangrellesteponme]

happy pride month to the evil demon and the evil demon ONLY

[bluewolfangel01]

I feel uhhh so silllyy for requesting this but what if sheep mc snapped at like the brothers cuz there’s no way their 100+ year old asses are still acting like angsty teenagers (MC has a delusional joy moment😔😔😔)

It's okay, this is a very interesting request and I'm glad to do it 😁

I will specifically be writing Mc as a sheep like in the manga cause tiny pissed off sheep going off on tall and powerful demons is hilarious (sorry for the wait btw)

angy Mc is funny Mc and you can't change my mind

(I headcanon that the brothers sense their sin on Mc/you btw)

-Angy Mc-

Satan was the first one to sense something was up after a few minutes after his brothers and him started arguing

At first he wasn't sure what he was sensing, until he realized that he felt his sin, pure festering wrath

The worst part? He realized that it coming from Mc, who oddly enough was just sitting quietly on the couch, blankly staring at their phone in front of them

Satan went quite

Which caught the attention of the other brothers, who also turned their shouting at Satan, and even though Satan was very tempted to strick back at them, he held his tongue for once

Mc: "Can you all not fight, argue, or yell FOR ONE DAY?!"

It was at this point the brothers knew, they f#cked up (and went silent)

Mc: "Honestly, I know yall are brothers and demons so this kinda stuff is bound to happen but for Diavolo's sake this is getting ridiculous!"

Mc: *points hoof at Belphie* " Belphie. I know you're the avatar of sloth and therefore sleep a lot, but you can't solve all your problems and grief by sleeping the time away constantly, and the youngest brother brat thing doesn't always make you endearing!"

Mc: *points hoof at Beel* "Beel. I know you have survivors guilt but Lilith ended up living with humans like she wanted, Belphie doesn't need you standing up for him all the time, and you needn't continue to try to fill the hole inside you by eating in a restaurant that has no more food when you could just go down the street to another food place!"

Mc: *points hoof at Asmo* "Asmo. I know you ~get it on~ mainly to distract yourself from your troubles, to make yourself forget even just for a bit, sometimes but you can't push those feelings down forever, so actually talk with someone, anyone, about whats bothering you rather then trying ignore it! And stop hitting on your brothers, it's kinda weird!"

Mc: *points hoof at Satan* "Satan. I know you have an inferiority complex when it comes to Lucifer, but for the love of Diavolo, you wouldn't be called Satan, avatar of wrath, if you were like Lucifer in the first place. You have blonde hair and like cats, Lucifer has black grey-ish hair and likes dogs. AND THATS JUST THE START OF THE CONTRASTS! You are your own person, get that through your thick skull!"

Mc: *points hoof at Levi* "Levi. I know that it's easy to compare yourself to others and not at least feel somewhat bad about yourself but how do you not realize that you're the best tech wiz we got, an amazing gamer, and the most dedicated being I've ever seen in my life! So if you think that you're not good at something think again!"

Mc: *points hoof at Mammon* "Mammon. How in the whole Devildom is the Avatar of Greed almost always poor?! Also I know you are a material gorl, but items and things can't fully fill the void that you feel, so stop acting all emotionally constipated and just ask for affection if you want it!"

Mc: *points hoof at Lucifer* "And you Lucifer. I know you're the eldest and the prideful one, but there is such a thing as shouldering too much and being stubborn to a fault! Ask for help and for Diavolo to lessen your workload every once in a while! And stop not telling your brothers important things, rather then being all secretive to try to 'protect them' youre just hurting yourself and them cause of it!"

Silence was all that could be heard in the House of Lamentation, the brothers still as statues with varying amount of widened eyes, staring at the small being that they cherished that had just ripped into them so aggressively

After a minute ofa dead silent pause, Mc turned off their phone, hopped off the couch and started walking to the living room exit

Mc: "Honestly, I didn't expect to become a therapist for demons when coming here, and now I can't even read my enemies to lovers book in even somewhat peace.... I don't get paid enough for this."

They then disappeared from the brothers' sight, left to wrap their heads around what just happened

And the arguement that started it all? Who was going to make dinner that night

[ourhees]

LOVE ── KSN

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[neowonderland]

Addicted || l.jn

Summary: Jeno's the heir to the Lee Corporation but night after night, you find him in your room hungry for you Pairings: Vampire Jeno x reader Warnings: 18+, dark content, implied(?) noncon, smut Wc: 0.7k

Dark Content, Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

“It was your fault, really.”

That’s what Jeno whispered into your ear after the first night he fed on you, his blood stained lips pressed against the shell of ear. That was the first and only time Jeno had spoken to you despite the amount of times Jeno has fed on you since then.

You tell yourself it’s not your fault, that it’s Jenos. It’s not your fault that you had taken the shortcut back home from your work at the Lee Corporation. It wasn’t your fault that you had found a man slumped over on the sidewalk. It’s not your fault you were worried about a man who looked sick and pale. It’s not . It’s not your fault that later the man, Jeno, had showed up inside your home to bite and feed on your blood.

Jeno knows you won’t tell anyone about him, you’re far too isolated and secluded. You care too much about your job and your financial stability. Besides, who would even believe that the famous head of the Lee Corporation had been breaking into your home in the dead of night to drink your blood? 

It used to happen once a month, randomly where you’d be awoken by Jenos weight pinning you down and then the pain of his fangs piercing your throat. Then, once a week. Now, every three days. 

You hate him, hate how he’s disturbed your peaceful life. You hate that you’re burdened with his secret. You hate how he invades your space. You hate the pain he inflicts on you. You hate how he’s so quiet, never talking, never making an attempt to soothe you before or after he bites.

You hate how he forces your legs open, how he never preps you, fucking into you with too much strength. You hate how he pins you down, shoving your head into the mattress as your tears soak the pillow while your sobs rack your body. You hate how weak and small you feel against him, how easily he’s able to overpower you and do whatever he wants to you.

Jeno knows you hate him. You minimize any sort of contact with him when he stops by to supervise your department. You don’t even spare him a glance, avoiding eye contact and being alone with him, doing everything in your power to not give him any sort of attention. You don’t try to speak to him or praise him like the other workers and your boss, instead opting to stay silent and look away. 

Still, that never stops Jeno’s late night visits to your home, nor does it stop your tears from falling when you see him arrive in your room late into the night.

‘You’re not really his type, you’re just accessible,’ is what you tell yourself. ‘He’ll go away once he finds someone else.’

What you don’t know is that Jeno’s secretly addicted to you. 

Your blood is like a drug, sweeter and more addictive than any sweet or alcohol. Just the taste of your blood puts Jeno into a blood-drunk haze, calming Jeno’s thoughts and mind until he’s left with a pleasant buzz. It’s hard to limit himself and prevent himself from coming back to you when he’s not supposed to. He knows humans are fragile, that without enough blood you won’t be able to function. 

Jeno’s addicted to your tears too. He loves the way your eyes become red and puffy, loving the redness of your nose and cheeks and how your sobs rack your body. He loves how you try to suppress your sobs and wipe your teeth and snot, trying your best not to show him any vulnerability. How you try to hide and stay neutral towards him.

Jeno also finds your body cute, your soft sweaty skin against his while he ruts into you. He likes how much weaker you are against him, how easily he’s able to manhandle you to any position. He likes how your hands grip against his forearms, struggling to stabilize yourself. He likes how your nails dig into your palms when he bites you and your bites against the pillow to muffle your scream. 

Jeno’s addicted to you and night after night, he comes back to torture you.

[soob1nslut]

⌗ ch.soobin hcs

cw nsfw, fingering, breath play(!!), bondage & loots of kisses >ᴗ<

GENDER NEUTRAL!!

these are based on either my personal experiences/preferences ₊ ⊹

⌇ praise kink

ohh my god. soobins praise kink would be INSAANEE. nothing turns him on the way a "good boy" does. even during the day if someone pats his head and tells him hes doing well, he gets hard and gets all flustered. especially from you. god, nothing gets him weaker than you telling him how cute and pretty he is and how good he's making you feel and your pretty boy loves to beg for you, saying things like "please tell me im doing well" or "call me __" and you get to tease him by just giggling while he begs you, rocking his hips and whining over and over again. soobin also loves to call you 'cute', saving this word for when you're writhing and cumming underneath him, whispering into your ear how cute you sound and how cute you look.

⌇ foreplay/aftercare

soobin absolutely loves foreplay. he will finger you until your mind goes blank and you're begging him to fuck you. he loves when you clench down on him, your body arching into his chest as he rests above you, lips on your neck. he presses against your sensitive spots and giggles at how your body twitches and shudders at that. soobin also loves when you go down on him. you take his whole length in your mouth and he cant hold back his desperate whimpers. he refuses to grab your hair, not wanting to hurt you, so you have to guide his hands to your head. he subconsciously ends up pushing your head down, but gently enough as not to force himself inside your mouth. what a good boy!! he also spends a lot of time on your chest, teasing your nipples till you push him down your body. soobin's great at giving you head. he goes at it like a man starved. the warmth of his mouth combined with sometimes his fingers deep in you drives you absolutely insane, you end up cumming so much just during foreplay. during aftercare, soobin cleans up for you two, making sure you don't have to move a muscle. he cleans you up, dresses you, and pulls you into his arms. he kisses you softly on your cheeks and makes sure you fall asleep. he stays with you all throughout the night even if he has somewhere to be the next morning, and he makes sure he'll only fuck you days that he has time to spend the night.

⌇ breath play psa -- unless i was wrong, which then u are ofc able to correct me (but unfortunately i will not give a shit im so sorry i cant lie to you this is the least of my priorities), choking/strangulation is a form of breath play as breath play is restricting airflow of ur partner .. ?? i wasnt down to write something like he puts a fucking plastic bag over ur head. sorry my bdsm skills are not top tier. i assume most everyone who writes hcs is not well versed in the world of bdsm. unless im wrong and i should've deep dived into the webMD page. i did take my bdsm test though!

soobin and breath playyy. i struggle with deciding which would be better, you choking him or him choking you. im sure he would be hesitant if you proposed the idea at first, but you soon learn how much he loves it. his body hovering above yours, his hips rocking back and forth as his hands tighten slowly around your neck. he'd be losing his breath faster than you would. as his hands clenched harder, he'd quicken his pace, fucking you till you scratched against his hands. he'd kiss you softly, nuzzling his face into your neck, admiring the red marks he left on your skin. on the contrary, soobin asks if you want to try it with him. getting on top of him was natural to you, and it seems like his neck was made to fit your hands. he looked so perfect; his neck craning back into the pillow while his hands grip onto your hips, his desperate pleas for more and more filling the room. he didn't tell you to stop till he started crying, tears trailing down his cheeks. he'd pull you into his arms, kissing you while you rubbed his neck.

⌇ bondage

picture him sitting underneath you, hands behind his back, being unable to touch your perfect body as you went down on him. he flinched as your lips pressed a kiss against him, his cock twitching in anticipation. he was nervous but so so so excited as you guys had never tried bondage before. as you sucked him off, his body jolted with pleasure. he struggled against the ropes, desperate to feel you in his hands. but alas, it was to no use -- you had tied him tightly and all he could do was take it like the good boy he was. when you finally untied him, the ropes had left red puffy marks on his wrists. you kissed the skin where he had been tied. when you asked soobin to tie you up, he awkwardly fumbled around with the ropes until deciding he'd just tie your hands together at the front. he wanted to try something. he slid his cock in between your hands, the friction of your hands together creating such a perfect hole for him to fuck. it was an insane sight but seeing him so hot and heavy made you so so horny.

⌇ kissing

soobin and his love for kissing. all he wants to do is kiss you. every chance he can. he loves tongue to tongue, especially making sure you taste him as best you can. even when you're out of breath and gasping for air, soobin's lips don't ever leave your body. he kisses down your waist, your inner thighs, your ass, the nape of your neck, down the curve of your back, and your hips. he worships every inch of you and wants to make that clear. every night before you two fall asleep, he makes sure to kiss you a few times to ensure he can properly sleep through the night. he loooves when you kiss his dimple ૮₍ ´ ꒳ ` ₎ა

thank you for reaaading!! lmk if you have any you have requests for more ^_^ loove.. moA っ>ㅅーっ

[yourfatherlucifer]

MDNI

imagine Yunho who has a major choking kink because of his hands, who has a monster sized cock, its long, girthy, and has a nice curve to it, to reach all the right places in you.

Yunho who has a HUGE size kink, who also loves to manhandle you. He likes to spread your legs apart roughly and slot himself in between them. He likes to rub himself against your sex. You can just feel how big he is from that.

He will take your hand and place it on his own bulge, loving when you squeeze or rub it. When he's playing his games, he will have you ride his lap, or cockwarm him. Just needs you close at all times.

Will absolutely cum all over your face just for fun.

Yunho who will try to make you get as loud as possible when fucking into you, doesn't care that his roommate Yeosang could possibly hear. He will flip you around in many different positions, yes he is a soft lover and definitely boyfriend material, but he's a demon in the sheets.

The man bares no mercy for you, he will have you limping or crawling into next week. His eyes will get hooded and you will see nothing but pure lust in them.

Your poor sex will be a mess when he's done with you.

[kpopcafeeee]

𝐀 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 ⚾️

➪𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧.?

➪𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: talking behind another persons back, gossiping

➪𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @deltamoon666 , @chngbnwf , @soso59love-blog , @jiwoongsblondehair , @nanaspeaches , @sannieily , @kyeomooniee , @whoronoa , @ateez-atiny380 , @manifestinglly , @mingimangomu , @miracle-sol , @e3ellie , @yoongilover3 , @amazaynaastha , @zhangyi-johee , @foxinnie8 , @jaerisdiction , @txpxwxk , @yothangie , @darkerrdaze , @bananabangtan , @mitchii , @blossomflowerpott

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓

YUNHO POV

As Yunho wakes up, he stretches, feeling the slight stiffness in his muscles from the previous day. The early morning light filters through the blinds, casting soft patterns on the walls of his bedroom. He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing for another day of work. After a quick shower, he dresses in his usual attire—comfortable but professional—then heads to the kitchen for a light breakfast. While sipping his coffee, his thoughts wander back to you and Ye Joon. He can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more he needs to uncover, something that’s just out of reach. He tries to focus on the tasks ahead, but memories of the past keep slipping through the cracks. As he grabs his keys and heads out the door, he wonders if today will bring him any closer to understanding the missing pieces of the puzzle that is his old life and the new connections forming in the present. Yunho locks the door behind him and steps outside, the cool morning air waking him up fully. As he walks to his car, he can’t help but glance at his phone, half-expecting a message or call that will somehow bring clarity to his tangled thoughts. But the screen stays dark and silent. On the drive to work, his mind keeps replaying the moments from yesterday—Ye Joon’s proud smile, your distant gaze, and Wooyoung’s endless theories. He grips the steering wheel tighter, trying to shake off the unease that’s settled in his chest. There’s a nagging question in his mind, one that he hasn’t had the courage to voice out loud: What if the truth changes everything? Arriving at the practice field, he forces himself to focus on the present. The kids need him sharp, and he won’t let them down. But as he steps out of the car, the thought lingers—today might not be the day he finds answers, but he’s getting closer, and that both excites and terrifies him. For now, Yunho pushes those worries aside, greeting the team with a smile. But deep down, he knows that the question of who Ye Joon’s father is will eventually have to be answered.

Date: 6 Years Ago

It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings, the kind where time seemed to stretch and the world outside their bedroom didn’t matter. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The bed was a tangle of blankets and pillows, evidence of a night spent in each other’s arms. Yunho lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a satisfied grin on his face, while you were nestled beside him, your head resting on his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, the rhythm soothing and familiar. The sound of your soft laughter filled the room as you playfully teased him about his terrible attempt at cooking dinner the night before. “I swear, if I ever let you near a kitchen again, we might just have to live off takeout forever,” you joked, poking him lightly in the side. He chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. “Hey, I thought burnt pasta was a delicacy in some countries!” “Oh, sure,” you replied with mock seriousness, lifting your head to look at him. “I’ll be sure to book us a trip to wherever that is.” Yunho laughed, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll leave the cooking to you, then. But you have to admit, I’m not so bad at making you laugh.” You smiled, your heart swelling with affection as you looked into his eyes. “Yeah, you’re pretty good at that.” For a moment, neither of you said anything, just enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning. You felt safe and happy, like nothing in the world could touch the little bubble of joy you had created together. Then, out of nowhere, Yunho started tickling you, causing you to burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Yunho! Stop! I can’t breathe!” you gasped between fits of giggles, trying and failing to squirm away from him. He finally relented, laughing as he wrapped his arms around you again. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But only because I love that smile of yours too much.”Catching your breath, you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with happiness. “You’re impossible, you know that?” “And yet, you’re still here,” he teased, his smile softening as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice filled with all the love you felt for him. “I’m still here.”

As Yunho sat at his desk, lost in thought and memories of the past, the sound of footsteps approaching broke through his reverie. Before he could fully snap out of his thoughts, a familiar voice called out. “Earth to Yunho!” Wooyoung grinned, waving a cup of coffee in front of his face. “You look like you could use this.” Yunho blinked, pulling himself back to the present. He hadn’t even noticed the time passing. “Thanks, Wooyoung,” he said, taking the coffee gratefully. “You were really zoned out there,” Wooyoung observed, leaning against the desk. “Thinking about someone special?” Yunho sighed, taking a sip of the coffee. The warmth of the drink helped ground him, but the thoughts of you still lingered in the back of his mind. “Yeah…something like that.” Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly interested but sensing that Yunho didn’t want to go into too much detail. Instead, he opted for his usual lighthearted approach. “Well, whoever she is, you better snap out of it and focus, buddy. We’ve got a busy day ahead, and I can’t carry all the charm and good looks around here by myself.” Yunho chuckled despite himself, shaking his head. “You’ve got a point. Let’s get to it.” As they both settled into the day’s tasks, Yunho couldn’t help but feel grateful for Wooyoung’s timing. His friend’s antics might be a little over the top at times, but he always knew how to bring a bit of lightness to even the heaviest of days. And for now, that was exactly what Yunho needed.

At practice, Ye Joon was full of energy. He loved baseball—every throw, every swing, every cheer from his teammates. Today felt different, though. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he felt even more motivated than usual. As Coach Yunho and Coach Wooyoung gave them tips and instructions, Ye Joon soaked it all in. He wanted to make his mom proud, but there was something about Coach Yunho that made him want to give it his all even more. Maybe it was the way he talked to him, or how he seemed to understand what Ye Joon was thinking without him having to say a word. After a particularly good throw, Coach Wooyoung came over, clapping him on the back. “Nice one, Ye Joon!” he said with a grin. “Hey, by the way, I heard a rumor—you got any secrets you want to share with your old coach?” Ye Joon looked up at him, his face lighting up with a mischievous smile. He put his index finger to his lips and whispered, “It’s a secret, Coach! Only me and Mom know!” Then, with a playful wink, he ran off to join the other kids, leaving Wooyoung laughing behind him. As practice went on, Ye Joon felt the weight of his secret, but in a good way. He knew something special that no one else did—something that made him feel important. And as he looked over at his mom, sitting in the bleachers with a proud smile on her face, he knew that whatever secrets they had, they were safe with her. Ye Joon’s eyes darted to the stands once more, and he spotted his aunt waving excitedly beside his mom. She had come to every practice lately, cheering just as loudly as his mom. He felt even more energized knowing that both of them were there, supporting him. Auntie always brought him snacks after practice, and he could already imagine the treat she’d have waiting today. As he waited for his next turn at bat, he could hear her voice over the crowd. “You got this, Ye Joon!” she called out, her smile as bright as his mom’s. It made him feel like a superstar. When he finally hit another solid shot, sending the ball soaring across the field, he could hear both his mom and aunt celebrating together. They jumped up, high-fiving each other, and Ye Joon couldn’t help but laugh as he rounded the bases. After practice, as he ran toward them, he saw his aunt holding out a bag of his favorite snacks. “Great job, superstar!” she said, ruffling his hair as he took the bag. “Thanks, Auntie!” Ye Joon beamed, feeling on top of the world with both his mom and aunt there to cheer him on. As practice wrapped up, all the parents and children gathered near the field. The air buzzed with excitement as Wooyoung and the other coaches stepped forward, calling everyone’s attention.

“Alright, everyone!” Wooyoung began, clapping his hands to quiet the chatter. “Listen up, because we’ve got some exciting news. Next week, we have a big game coming up. And if we win, guess what?” He paused, grinning as the kids leaned in closer, their eyes wide with anticipation. “We get to go on a trip!” The kids erupted in cheers, their faces lighting up with excitement. Ye Joon’s eyes grew wide as he looked up at his mom and aunt, who smiled back at him, just as thrilled. The idea of a team trip added an extra layer of motivation for everyone.“We don’t know where we’re going yet,” one of the other coaches added with a wink, “but I promise it’ll be something special. So, make sure you’re all practicing hard this week!” The parents exchanged amused glances, some already discussing the logistics of the possible trip. The kids, meanwhile, were buzzing with energy, talking about how they were going to train even harder to ensure the win. Ye Joon looked up at his mom, tugging at her sleeve. “Mom, do you think we’ll win?” he asked, his voice filled with excitement and determination. She smiled down at him, ruffling his hair. “I know you’ll do your best, Joonie. And no matter what, we’ll be there cheering you on.” As Yunho observed the interaction between Ye Joon and you, he couldn’t help but smile. The way Ye Joon’s face lit up with excitement, and the warmth in your eyes as you encouraged him, stirred something deep inside Yunho. It was a scene that felt both familiar and distant—like a glimpse into a life he once imagined but never fully had. Seeing you with Ye Joon, your bond so natural and strong, brought back memories of when things were simpler between the two of you. For a moment, all the worries, questions, and uncertainties faded away, replaced by the quiet contentment of watching this small, precious moment unfold. Yunho’s smile lingered as he turned his attention back to the kids, his heart feeling a little lighter yet still weighed down with what could have been.

As the field cleared out and the other parents and children began to leave, Yunho lingered, organizing the last of the equipment. He overheard two moms standing near the bleachers, their conversation shifting to you. “Did you hear about Y/N?” one of them said, her tone laden with gossip. “I heard she might be messing around, and some say she might not even know who Ye Joon’s real father is. There’s even a rumor that Ye Joon could be her sister’s child.” The other mom nodded in agreement. “It’s just strange how private she is. Maybe she’s hiding something. It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s pretended to be something they’re not.” The remarks stung, but Yunho’s concern for you and Ye Joon overpowered his initial shock. He walked up to them, his expression serious. “Excuse me,” he said firmly, “but it’s not okay to talk about someone like that. Ye Joon deserves to have his family’s privacy respected, and you have no right to spread such rumors. For all you know, Ye Joon’s father could be someone who works hard to support him and Y/N.”

The two women glanced at each other, taken aback. One of them asked, “Are you the father, then?” Yunho was momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the direct question. He quickly shook his head. “No, I’m not.” The woman smirked. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her tone dripping with skepticism. Yunho felt a mix of frustration and sadness. “I don’t want to hear any more of this. It’s not acceptable to gossip about someone’s private life. You should treat others with the same respect you’d want for yourself. Please don’t let this happen again.” Seeing the gravity in Yunho’s demeanor, the women reluctantly agreed. They nodded, mumbling apologies, and quickly walked away. Yunho watched them go, feeling a mix of relief and lingering frustration. He hoped that by standing up for you, he had done something positive—something that might start to mend the distance between him and the life he had left behind.

As the weekend rolled around, you, Ye Joon, and your sister decided to tackle the grocery shopping together. The aisles were bustling with shoppers, and the three of you navigated the crowded space, chatting and picking out items for the week. In the midst of your shopping, Yunho happened to walk into the same grocery store. As he made his way through the aisles, he spotted you and your sister a few rows over. Just as he was about to approach and say hello, a tall man with a warm smile and an easy demeanor came up to you.

“Hey, Ye Joon! Hi, Y/N! Hi, Jihyun!” the man greeted, his voice cheerful. Ye Joon ran up to him with excitement. “Mingi!” he exclaimed, hugging the man tightly. Yunho stopped in his tracks, his curiosity piqued. He watched as Mingi interacted with you and your sister, noting the friendly and familiar nature of their conversation. The way Ye Joon clung to Mingi and the ease with which Mingi spoke to you gave Yunho pause. As Yunho observed from a distance, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He noticed how Mingi seemed to be an important figure in Ye Joon’s life, though Yunho couldn’t quite piece together the exact relationship. The affectionate interaction between Mingi and Ye Joon affection towards each other was very questionable like their were a son and father duo. Yunho’s thoughts swirled with questions and unspoken regrets. As he continued to watch from afar, he felt an increasing sense of longing and a subtle pang of envy. The sight of Mingi’s easy rapport with you and Ye Joon only deepened Yunho’s feelings of what could have been, leaving him to reflect on his choices and the path his life had taken.

Yunho’s heart ached with a blend of envy and regret as he watched the interaction between you, Ye Joon, and Mingi. From his hidden spot, he observed Mingi’s effortless ease with your family, the way Ye Joon beamed at him, and how comfortable and natural everything seemed. Mingi’s presence brought a warmth to the moment that Yunho felt he had missed out on.He saw how Mingi gently guided Ye Joon through the grocery store aisles, making him laugh with playful banter. The sight of you and your sister chatting with Mingi, clearly at ease and familiar with him, only deepened Yunho’s sense of exclusion. He envied the way Mingi seemed to fit into your lives so seamlessly, providing a comfort and stability that Yunho felt he had failed to offer. The affectionate way Ye Joon interacted with Mingi, calling him by name and hugging him with genuine affection, tugged at Yunho’s heart. It made him question his own choices and the opportunities he had lost. He couldn’t help but wonder if he had been too late, if there was still a place for him in your lives. As Mingi said his goodbyes and left, Yunho remained behind, lost in thought. The sight of you and Ye Joon walking away together, content and happy, left him grappling with a deep sense of regret. He envied the relationship between Mingi and you, feeling the sting of missed moments and wondering if he could ever bridge the gap that had grown between him and the family he had once hoped to have. With game day 1 day away, the atmosphere becomes electric. Yunho can’t shake the feeling that this game could change everything—for the team, for Ye Joon, and perhaps for his own life as well. He notices how Mingi seems more integrated into your life, and the envy he feels gnaws at him, a constant reminder of what he lost. Every time he sees Ye Joon practicing, he can’t help but wonder about the connection between you, your son, and Mingi.

Your sister, always the supportive one, keeps things light-hearted, but even she can sense the unspoken tension. You find yourself caught between the excitement of the upcoming game and the unresolved emotions that seem to bubble up whenever Yunho is around. Every interaction, every glance exchanged, seems to carry a weight that wasn’t there before. As the days tick by, Yunho wrestles with whether to finally address the questions that have been eating away at him. He knows he needs to focus on the team, but the lines between his personal and professional life blur more and more with each practice. The closer the game gets, the more Yunho realizes that he’s not just fighting for a win on the field—he’s fighting for clarity, closure, and perhaps a second chance. After practice, Ye Joon is full of energy, despite the long session. His little legs move quickly as he runs toward you with a wide grin on his face. “Mama, did you see me? I hit the ball really far today!” he exclaims, his excitement contagious. You smile warmly, crouching down to his level. “I saw, baby! You did amazing. You’re getting better every day.” His aunt ruffles his hair playfully, adding, “You’re going to be a star, Ye Joon. Just like your favorite player!” Ye Joon beams, his confidence soaring. As you all gather his things and prepare to head home, you notice how he can’t stop talking about the upcoming game. “If we win, we get to go on a trip! Coach Wooyoung said so!” he says excitedly, bouncing on his toes. As you buckle him into his seat, you can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “We’ll be cheering for you the loudest,” you promise, giving him a kiss on the forehead. On the way home, Ye Joon chatters non-stop about practice, the game, and even Mingi, who has been helping him with some extra practice sessions. His excitement is infectious, and by the time you reach home, you can’t wait to see him shine on game day. At dinner, the atmosphere is cozy and filled with warmth as you, Ye Joon, and your sister sit around the table. The scent of the meal fills the air, and the clinking of utensils is accompanied by light-hearted conversation. Ye Joon excitedly recounts his practice, his voice animated as he talks about his friends and the upcoming game.

Your sister smiles as she listens, occasionally chiming in with a joke or question, making Ye Joon laugh. You can’t help but feel a sense of contentment, watching your little family interact so naturally. After dinner, you and your sister clear the table, while Ye Joon goes to grab his favorite bedtime story. Once the kitchen is clean, you move into the evening routine—preparing Ye Joon for bed. He eagerly brushes his teeth, and you help him into his pajamas, all while your sister tidies up his room. As you tuck him in, Ye Joon pulls out the storybook, holding it up with a sleepy smile. “Can you read it to me, Mama?” he asks softly, his eyes already drooping. You sit beside him, smoothing his hair as you read aloud. Your sister sits nearby, adding funny voices to the characters, making Ye Joon giggle. Soon, his laughter fades, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing as he drifts off to sleep. Once he’s settled, you and your sister quietly step out of the room, closing the door softly behind you. The day has been long, but the moments spent with your family bring a sense of peace as you both prepare for the night ahead.

As you prepare yourself for bed, your thoughts drift back to the old times with Yunho. Memories flood your mind—his laughter, the way he used to look at you, the moments you shared. Those days felt so distant now, yet still so close in your heart. You sigh as you slip into your pajamas, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The thought of telling Yunho the truth about Ye Joon crosses your mind, lingering there for longer than usual. Maybe he deserves to know. Maybe it’s time to stop hiding and give him the chance to be a part of your son’s life. But as you focus on that idea, doubt creeps in. What if he’s angry? What if he can’t forgive you for keeping such a huge secret from him all these years? The thought of Yunho’s possible reaction—his hurt, his anger—makes your chest tighten. You pause, letting out a shaky breath. The risk feels too great. The fear of losing what little peace you’ve found outweighs the hope of a happy reunion. No, you can’t tell him—not now. Maybe not ever. With a heavy heart, you crawl into bed, pulling the blankets over yourself. As you close your eyes, you try to push the thoughts away, but Yunho’s face lingers in your mind. Sleep doesn’t come easily, and when it does, it’s filled with dreams of what could have been and what may never be.

The morning of game day arrives with a mix of excitement and nerves in the air. Ye Joon wakes up early, buzzing with energy. As soon as he opens his eyes, he’s already thinking about the game, imagining himself on the field, ready to make his big plays. You wake up to the sound of him rustling around in his room. When you enter, you find him already half-dressed in his uniform, struggling with his socks, a determined look on his face. You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “Ready for the big game, champ?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe. Ye Joon looks up, his eyes shining with excitement. “I’m gonna hit the ball so hard today, Mom! Just like Coach Yunho taught me!” You laugh softly and help him with his socks, making sure his uniform is all set. After a quick breakfast, you pack his practice bag with water, snacks, and his glove, double-checking that everything is in place. As the two of you head out the door, your sister joins you, carrying a small cooler with snacks for later. The morning sun is bright, and the crisp air feels refreshing. Ye Joon’s excitement is contagious, and you find yourself feeling optimistic about the day ahead. In the car, Ye Joon talks nonstop about the game, his strategy, and how he plans to impress everyone. You listen, smiling at his determination, and give him a few encouraging words. When you arrive at the field, it’s already bustling with parents, coaches, and kids. Ye Joon hops out of the car, practically bouncing with excitement. You watch as he runs ahead, ready to join his teammates, your heart swelling with pride. As you make your way to the bleachers, you spot Yunho talking with Wooyoung, both of them looking focused and ready for the day. When Yunho catches sight of Ye Joon, a smile spreads across his face, and he waves at your son, who eagerly waves back before joining his friends. The game day has officially begun, and you can’t help but feel a mix of pride and nerves as you take your seat, ready to watch Ye Joon give it his all.

As the game progresses, the scores remain tied, and the tension on the field is palpable. Ye Joon steps up to the plate, determination in his eyes. But just as the pitcher winds up, something feels off. The ball comes hurtling toward Ye Joon, not at the bat, but at his thigh. The painful thud echoes through the field, and Ye Joon stumbles back, clutching his leg. A collective gasp rises from the crowd as you shoot up from your seat, making your way down to the field. Ye Joon, furious, prepares to retaliate, but before he can, the other coach intervenes, pushing him back. "Stop right there, kid. You need to calm down," the coach orders, his voice stern. Before you can even reach them, Yunho steps in between Ye Joon and the opposing coach. "Keep your hands off him," Yunho says, his voice firm. "Your player hit him on purpose—and mocked ye joon by sticking his tongue out at him"

The other coach glares at Yunho, his voice rising. "Are you the father of this kid? Because if you're not, maybe you should step back and let the parents handle it." Yunho opens his mouth to reply, but just as he's about to speak, you arrive, stepping in front of both men. "I’m Ye Joon's mother," you say, your voice steady but full of controlled anger. "And I don’t appreciate anyone putting their hands on my son. That pitch was deliberate, and your player owes him an apology." The other coach sneers, refusing to back down. "Maybe if you taught him to handle the game without causing a scene, we wouldn’t be here."

You cross your arms, unwavering. "My son wasn’t the one who threw that ball out of spite. Your player needs to learn that sportsmanship matters." Yunho nods in agreement, stepping beside you. "There’s a difference between a mistake and intent. This wasn’t an accident—it was intentional." The coach narrows his eyes at Yunho, still defiant. "A coach, huh? Maybe teach your team to take some heat instead of running to his mom every time." You take another step forward, your voice firm. "This isn’t about taking the heat. It’s about respect. Your player crossed the line, and you're making excuses for him." After a few more moments of tense back-and-forth, the opposing coach realizes he's outmatched. With a huff, he raises his hands. "Fine. Let’s just get back to the game." You give Ye Joon one last reassuring look before heading back to your seat, knowing that, despite everything, your son is ready to finish the game. Meanwhile, Yunho stays on the field a moment longer, his eyes lingering on you and Ye Joon.

Even after the argument and Ye Joon’s minor injury, his team won the game and the trip to wherever they wanted to go. The celebration was lively, and you were joyfully cheering with Ye Joon. As the excitement continued, your sister pulled you aside, her tone serious. “You need to tell Yunho the truth,” she urged. “He needs to know that Ye Joon is his son. It’s the right thing to do.”You were about to reply when a sudden crash interrupted you. Two cups of water had fallen, their contents splashing onto the floor. Looking up, you saw Yunho standing a few feet away, his face a mix of shock, disappointment, and heartbreak.

He took a step forward, his voice trembling slightly. “Is it true? Am I… am I Ye Joon’s father?”

A/N: WHAT A SHOCKER 🫢

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[aeb-art]

note: the following is three (almost four) years post-game

okay fine i'll just draw comics for my au since writing is so dang hard smh

anyways welcome to two coins! where loop shows up again but siffrin only got the one hat ending

edit: part two

[igbylicious]

hard thoughts under the cut feat. San and gn reader. approximately 400~ words

warnings: bondage (@ San), play with shifting power dynamics, biting & marks (@ San), dumbification (@ reader), unprotected penetrative sex (anal or vaginal; reader’s choice!), creampie, reader is called ‘baby’, rough sex with soft ending

okay but bondage play with San with escapable wrist restraints, so you can have him bound to the bed at your disposal at first. tease and mock him while he tries to break free from the bindings, but you’re driving him so far up the edge that it’s hard for him to focus and it only takes him longer to slip free

absolutely pushed to his limits while you play with his tits, litter his chest and shoulders with lovebites. rubbing yourself up against his dick but never enough for him to cum, turning into an absolute fucking mess. whining as he yanks at the restraints, knowing he can theoretically get out but fuck you are biting at him and grinding on his cock and it feels so fucking good and it’s nowhere near enough and he’s so fucking hard and edged and desperate by the time he finally manages to escape his bonds —

and then it’s over for you, all control ripped away as he flips you over onto your hands and knees, and fucks you until you’re dumb on his cock, sweat dripping down his chin as he grunts with raspy moans, taunting you now that you are the one whining incoherently, drooling on the sheets, “no longer got a smart mouth now, do you baby? can’t do anything once i get my hands on you and my cock buried in that tight hole.”

fucks you as long and as hard as he can, roughly slamming his hips into you, fingers digging painfully into your sides, but you worked him up so bad he can’t last, groaning as he spills hot inside you

needs to catch his breath first, coming down from his high — but once the frenzied surge of adrenaline passes, he pulls you into his arms, spooning you as he nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder. a little sleepy from the intense scene but he presses sweet kisses on your heated skin, hums his praises at you while he makes sure you are alright

then, and only then, does he reach between your legs with thick fingers, to ensure you cum at least one more time, his touch tired and slow but intense, fully focused on your pleasure now. out like a light afterwards, curled up around you like a giant house-cat while his cum slowly drips out of your spent hole

[lovesick-wonderland]

People Pleaser || b.ch

Summary: In which you can't say no.

Parings: Bull Hybrid! Bang Chan x reader

Warnings: DARK CONTENT, 18+, smut, manipulation, noncon, breeding kink, unprotected sex, manhandling, switch chan, mention of chan lactating, yandere chan, needy chan, chan rambles, pushover y/n, sub y/n, gender neutral y/n,

Minors please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

You always had a hard time saying no.

Whether it was saying no to your parents when they offered you more food or your classmate asking to copy your homework, you couldn't reject them. Just seeing their smiles drop, eyes get downcast, and attitude change was like having a knife twisted into your chest.

That's why it wasn't a surprise that you ended up in your current predicament, in the lap of shirtless Chan on your bed, facing him while massaging his swollen chest.

He was given to you by a coworker who bred bull hybrids you befriended. Chan was deemed 'defective' as a bull hybrid due to him occasionally lactating milk, which unfortunately never was enough to sell. During these episodes, Chan's chest would get swollen and red, which would require a lot of care. Since you lived alone, your coworker had deemed him a nusiance and you had a hard time saying no, she had 'gifted' you the bull hybrid.

Chan let out a groan.

"It's unbearable. Please, do something."

You try to leave to get a warm compress for his chest, hoping that would help to relieve to pain. However, as soon as you gave any indication leaving his lap, he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

"No, please don't leave me. Your mouth, please. I need your mouth on me. It hurts so much."

You pause, giving him a confused look.

"Chan, I'm sorry but I don't think I should-"

"You said you'd take care of me. Right now, I need your mouth on me. It'll help to distract me from the pain, I promise." Chan urged, clearly becoming impatient.

Chan had never done anything to blur the boundaries of your relationship and he was always so kind towards you, helping you cook, clean, and even helping to pay the bills with a side-gig.

Hesistantly, you shift closer to him and attach your lips to his neck. Kissing and nibbling in the area while continuing to massage his chest to the best of your ability.

"Is this okay?" You ask, feeling unsure of yourself, lips brushing against his neck.

Chans breath hitches. "Yes. Please more. Move around, don't just focus on one area."

Complying with his request, you trace your lips lower, landing on the nape of his neck.

Chans resolve crumbles the minute you kiss his soft spot.

"I'm so so sorry."

You let out a squeak as you were pinned to your mattress.

"Chan...? What's going on? Is everything okay?"

Chan doesn't respond, not giving you much time to process as he rips off you bottoms, your underwear coming off too. He doesn't even remove his pants completely, only tugging it down to free his cock from its confines. He aligns himself to your hole, cock red and drooling.

You freeze as you feel his member against your enterance. "Chan-- wait-- I don't-- it's too big-- I can't-- please stop--" Your brain shortcircuits and you squirm, pushing against his chest. You don't want to hurt him.

"I'm so sorry."

He pushes in, rutting in short motions trying to ease himself into you unprepped.

You let out a sob and weakly hit his chest as you feel him sinking into you. You feel like you're being split in half and the burning sensation won't stop.

Chan shushes you and pins your wrists above your head. "It'll be okay soon. You're being so good to me, yeah? My good owner taking such good care of me."

Chan leans down and kisses away your tears tenderly, as if he wasn't harshly rutting into you at a punishing pace, not even giving you enough time to adjust. You lay there under Chan limp, unable to do anything other than take what he gives you.

"You feel so good, so nice and tight around me. It's like you were made for me. Fuck, I'm so lucky I got such a sweet owner like you. Someone else other than me might've snatched you up if it weren't for me"

Chan changes his angle, hitting a spot in you that instinctively makes you tighten up and your toes curl. He seems to take notice and abuses that spot.

"I've dreamed of this for such a long time. I want to start a family with you. Breed you. You'd make such a good parent with me. You won't need to rely on anyone but me."

Your cry harder as feel your last ounce of the control you had over your body slip away. Chan kisses you and your orgasm hits you. Chan doesn't give you time to rest as he continues his onslaught, putting his weight on your wrists and chasing his high.

"Fuck. Take my cum. Take it like the good owner you are."

You feel it as he stills in you. You can feel it as he throbs inside you, painting your walls white with his thick cum.

Chan lets out a sigh as he pulls out, cum oozing out of your puffy hole.

He gives you another kiss before flipping you over onto your stomach while pinning your legs down with his. You slump down, eyes fluttering closed, cheek pressed against the mattress. Exhaustion fills your body to the point of which you can't even speak or move. Dread fills you body as you feel his hard member against your hole.

"One round shouldn't be enough to get your pregnant right? Guess we'll have to go a few more times."

[simpxxstan]

seventeen and their love languages!!

hyung line version (read the maknae line version here!)

seungcheol

to him: words of affirmation (he just wants to be called sexy, cute and know that he's doing the right thing)

from him: gifts (he will shower you with them whenever you want anything, even if you don't explicitly tell him)

jeonghan

to him: quality time (jeonghan is a giver, emotionally. so you have to recharge him by spending quality time with him.)

from him: gifts (the way he just buys stuff for others whenever he thinks they'll like it. it's rare but with you it'll be often.)

joshua

to him: quality time (prefers having you close all the time without any distractions so that he can focus fully on you. probably also likes going out a lot for dates, like amusement parks, theme parks, theatre shows.)

from him: acts of service (he takes care of you without you even knowing it. need food? he's sending deliveries. need to run an errand? will do it for you.)

junhui

to him: physical touch (will cling like a koala if you let him. and you often let him.)

from him: acts of service (junhui will take care of you in every way possible!! he wants to make sure you're focused on him and work and not bother with menial chores to distract you.)

soonyoung

to him: physical touch (man is so clingy he NEEDS YOUR TOUCH 24/7 or he will perish)

from him: physical touch (will not let you go. would prefer to hold onto you to show you how much he wants to keep you close.)

wonwoo

to him: quality time (like when you watch anime together. or movies. or play games together.)

from him: acts of service (he doesn't overboard with his displays of affection. so it's the quietly thoughtful ways he takes care of you that steal your heart)

jihoon

to him: physical touch (man will deny it, but cuddling will cure him of all his worries. there's a reason why he lets dk kiss him so much duh.)

from him: words of affirmation (through the lyric of a song, the words of a poem or just him speaking out his mind, he will always comfort you.)

[charmercharm3r]

one thing filling my mind rn and it’s chan w a breeding kink , like he convinced u to get off birth control and everything

he wants a baby and he wants it asap

-🌙

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he would joke about like “what if your birth control just… stopped working? haha.”

not haha. he’s so serious.

chan would make passing comments about having a baby, but would never straight up say “I want a baby.” he’ll throw in a side quirk about how cute your kids would be. maybe if he’s feeling bold, chan would wrap his arms around you from behind with both hands on your belly, mumbling something along the lines of how pretty you’d glow when pregnant.

you always had an inkling but could never be certain because everything he says about it comes off in such lax conversation that you don’t take it seriously.

until you finally admit that you would eventually want kids with him, albeit probably in the far, far future. but it’s enough to add fuel onto the teensie fire that is his breeding link.

not that he refuses to go raw every time you two happen to have sex, but definitely prefers it. even if he is wearing a condom, nothing he says strays from how badly he wants to pump you full of his cum, pack you so tightly with his seed that it’ll be dripping out of you for hours, days even. round after round just to make sure it sticks (into the condom, he means).

his favorite position so that he knows he’s as deep as he can go is with you folded in half on your back. legs over his shoulders in a mating press, firmly putting all his weight onto you and pushing as far in as humanly possible. and after all is said and done, has you cockwarm him into sleep so nothing seeps out (but takes the condom off first).

of course, never makes you do anything you don’t want to do, though there’s always the small hope that you’ll let him breed you for real. he promises it’ll be worth it.

[agender-john]

Changing how i draw these guys for the 100th time

[solarnomoon]

random things about enhypen that you love (^.^)

༻ heeseung >>> singing whats on his mind

no the WAY you probably have heard every single song in the history of the world come out of heeseung's mouth like it's genuinely insane how he knows so many fucking tunes

you thought it could've been like a nervous thing but nahh he just loves singing and honestly, he does it to impress you too (though he would never admit that)

ofc this mfer has perfect pitch so once he hears a melody it's pretty hard for him to forget it, leading him to sing songs that come to mind just because he'd rather sing it out then keep it stuck in his mind for the rest of the day

even if he's working on something else, cooking, cleaning, even just talking to friends on the phone, you hear him sing songs even if he doesn't realize that he's doing it

bro almost always gets embarrassed when you mention it to him and he swears that he'll never do it again, but lo and behold, less than 10 minutes later, you hear him singing airplane pt. 2 after talking about bts with you

he loves it when you sing along with him or even try to harmonize (it's his love language!)

more under the cut!!

༻ jay >>> telling you everything he eats

one day after you and jay hadn't seen each other in like a week or two cause he was in japan, you asked him what he ate that week and if he had tried anything new or tasted anything bad (just small talk cus you guys were bored and you wanted to be a good partner to him)

he just lit up and told you all the foods that he tried, the things that niki had recommended, all the things sunoo hated, the spicy things heeseung loved, literally everything during that week relating to food

you didn't realize that it was that serious to him but you just smiled and asked questions because at some point it was interesting even though it was a simple question

ever since then he just explains atleast one meal that he had with you, either in person, or texts you if he can't see you

you think it's super cute that he always reaches out because you asked him randomly that one time, and honestly you're glad that he does because soon enough you look forward to it

༻ jake >>> getting head ruffles

jake will never beat the puppy allegations to be quite honest

every single time he wakes up early because of his schedule (much earlier than you) and he ends up having a light breakfast

he times it so that your alarm goes off when he leaves as to not wake you up

and every single time, he comes back into your guys’ shared bedroom and lowers his head toward your lying body just so he can get a hair ruffle from you before he leaves for practice or promotions or whatever is going on

and it’s not just in the morning, but also when he comes back, even finding you in the home no matter where you are or what you’re doing to get his hair ruffled later on in the evening

it’s become routine at this point: when you forgot one day and woke up a little later than you expected because of a late night, he was all sulky and pouting the entire night, leading you to have to cuddle him and watch an entire series with him

even then he was still sad (although, with how much he had to hide his smile when you were in his lap, how sad could he really be?)

༻ sunghoon >>> remembering the little, niche things about you

you know that chocolate that you ate with him in paris a few years back? no? well sunghoon remembers, and he brought it back for you when enhypen went together because he remembered that you quite literally lit up when you tasted the melty goodness

this dude remembers everything and sometimes it scares you

he knows that you hate the fourth step on the way to his dorm because that one happens to be a few centimeters longer which causes you to trip, so everytime you walk together he places his arm on your waist just so you don't fall

he remembers that you can't stand the smell of sage, so one time when the rest of enhypen went inside of a small crystal shop, he walked in before you and made sure to stay outside with you with the excuse that he "gets allergies everytime he's near rose quartz"

sometimes he tells you these things, like how he told you he loves everytime you smile because he loves seeing how your eyes crinkle when it's a genuine smile

most of the time he just keeps it to yourself though, but you know he knows things about you regardless

it's how he loves!

༻ sunoo >>> playing with your hair

you're like 99% positive that if sunoo wasn't an idol, he would actually be a hairstylist as his job

no because how come he can do your hair better than you can do your own hair?

you're literally in control of your body and hands and know your hair yet he just does it better no matter what you attempt to do or even replicate like how he does it on his own volition

at first you were bewildered when he just started touching your hair for fun because no-one else had ever just touched your hair like that so it was just shocking???

but now it seems to just be a force of habit because whenever you guys are sitting together for extended periods of time (like watching scary movies together at 3 AM just because he requested it), he needs to have his hands in that scalp of yours otherwise he literally cannot focus on anything else

honestly though you're happy about it because not only is he gentle with his hands and your hair, but it's really comforting to you now... especially after being jumpscared one too many times in the witching hours

༻ jungwon >>> saying your name

you don't know what it is about your jungwon saying your name or what it is about your name that's just so appealing to him but he loves it and you love hearing it

everytime he talks to you he almost always starts out by saying your name, then saying a pet name after

when he's in a loving mood he says your name then the word "baby" "sweetheart" "my love" and other things of that nature

to be honest, that's how you know when he's annoyed or even upset at you because he'll just say the pet name but not your own name

those days scare you the most, and you spend the rest of the day making it up to him with whatever you did

even when he talks to other people, he never refers to you as his partner, but rather your name every single time

speaking of that, he literally brings you up in every conversation he has ever, even when it has nothing to do with you (but that's a whole different topic)

he just loves you and your name so much that it brings joy to him when it comes out of his mouth

༻ niki >>> sending pics that remind him of you

it's become a little game for you to predict whether or not the pictures niki sends will be outlandish or not

one time it was a cute little kitten he found on the street

"look babe i thought of you <33"

next day it was a piece of torn up plastic that came from cabbage with only the "b" "a" and "e" still legible

"babyy it's literally youu >.<"

some days you feel honored and absolutely loved and other days you wonder why you even like the guy to begin with

like... once he took a picture of the inside of a literal garbage can and texted that the inside reminds him of you whenever you finish crying after a sad movie

you didn't know whether to feel offended or not because honestly that was kind of rude but at the same time he sent it with a heart and a cute emoji so clearly he didn't have any negative intentions regarding that text

you still love it, you just hope the next day will be… nicer…! with what reminds him of you