#han's inbox

[justwinginglife]

Hannah.. ehem

Imagine Soshiro found out that you want multiple children and made him pinning you against the wall/bed, leaned down to whisper your ear and calling you “greedy girl” in a hot low tone with obvious sly and teasing in his voice. what a menace fox… 😩

🚪🚶 goodbye

OOOOOOO SO TASTY, MY GOD. Thank you so much for painting this very sexy picture for me anon! I bet he goes all night, and when you're dripping full of his cum and shaking from exhaustion, he still wants to go one more time, just to "be a hundred percent sure" that he gets you pregnant.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

i want hannie to eat me out is that so much to ask for 😞

worship me

han jisung x reader

warnings: dom reader, afab reader, sub han, oral (afab receiving)

a/n: wrote another short fic, bc hannie would get down his HANDS AND KNEES and beg for even the chance

listened to this song (worship by Ari Abdul)-

"darling, what are you doing?"

it always starts like this.

him being needy and horny and unable to help himself anymore. he's always been so insatiable, you knew this when you started dating him.

a night of cuddling just like tonight always ends up with him between your knees.

"please?"

his body sliding down onto the floor, resting one of his soft cheeks against your knee as he looks up at you wide needy eyes.

you roll your eyes at him with a huff, reaching down to play with the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between your fingers. "and why should i let you, hmm?"

his cheeks flush but you don't let him look away, holding his gaze with yours, tugging at his hair in warning.

his mouth opens, closes.

he rambles. a lot. that's what made you fall in love with him, his endless talking and the endearing look in his eye when he went on about something he was passionate about.

but you couldn't say that you didn't love when he was utterly speechless.

when there isn't a single thought in that pretty little head of his, only the idea of putting his mouth to some better use.

you wouldn't say that you liked them dumb but you did like when you could make them go dumb.

"hmm?"

"i just," he noses against your bare skin with a purr, "want you to feel good," he whispers with a hot kiss to the spot right above your knee.

you spread your legs and he lets out an appreciative hum, slotting his body between them as you maneuver your shorts off. his eyes fall before your fixing them back on yours.

"is that it?"

you know it isn't. he knows it isn't.

as much as he'd love to preach that he loved to eat you out for just your pleasure you both knew that wasn't it.

he could spend hours between your thighs. with his tongue worshipping you and his lips sucking at your clit and your cum sliding down his throat until his thoughts into mush.

"please baby? please just let me..." he hesitated but when you made no move he continued. "let me feel your pussy on my tongue. i wanna feel you...so bad."

your nails scratched at the nape of his neck and he barely shivered before hand in his hair shoved him against you.

he whimpered.

"f-fuck, oh fuck, you're so wet."

his tongue is quick to work against you, licking broad strips as your taste and your smell flooded his senses.

he was a man starved and you were salvation in a desert.

"fuck baby," his head spins when you moan. "just like that," with the way you grind against his mouth, with the way you softly tug at his hair and call him your good boy.

it makes him so hard, eating you out while you praise him.

his soft lips wrapping around your clit and sucking ever so slightly, smiling and whining against you when you gasp.

he throbs and he could cum like this. he has before.

with your thighs wrapped around his head and everything so hot and fuzzy he could pass out.

his tongue, wet and slippery, sliding up between the lips of your cunt and tasting you before he lets it slip inside. It's pathetic the way he moans, like you’re the most delicious thing he's ever had in his mouth.

but you are.

he's stupid when your legs rest over his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs as his tongue thrusts into you, your heels digging into his back but he can't help it.

his hips thrust, fucking into nothing but the fabric of his soft pajama pants. he's so sensitive he could cry.

his whines send delicious vibrations throughout your body, adding to the sensations coursing throughout your body, bringing you closer with every flick of his tongue.

"use your fingers," you mutter and he obeys wordlessly, like a dog without any better purpose.

he thrusts them into you, fast, just the way you've taught him. and he lets you use him, just the way you like.

letting you grind over his tongue and face however you like. you pant and he moans like he's the one being eaten out as he listens to you praise him. you keep muttering, "fuck, that's it, such a good boy, good boy for me hannie." and it makes him so, so horny he can hardly handle it, can hardly think straight except for your taste and the way your clit drags over his mouth and the way he just wants you to cum all over his face.

how he could suffocate right here and now between your thighs and he'd have no regrets except for maybe the fact that he didn't get to feel your cum around his fingers and down his throat.

and fuck, you're tightening around his fingers and even though he knows you'll scold him later he pulls them out and replaces them with his tongue.

and his thumb rubs at your clit, his eyes crossing as your nails dig into his scalp and you push his head harder against you, letting out a cry as you cum.

right as he does.

making a mess of his pants as you let go, thrusting against him weakly to ride out your high, sighing as you come down.

you lighten your hold just to see the dumb look on his face but he grips your thighs, not letting up as he mewls.

"baby?" he sighs dreamily, looking up just enough to meet his eyes. you can see the hearts practically glowing in them.

"did i make you go dumb puppy?" you coo and his heart races.

"one more?"

you roll your eyes.

"you're gonna be the death of me."

but it wasn't a no.

a/n: i haven't written a descriptive afab oral scene in literally forever so honestly this isn't the best but...😭

[pyrodolls]

a request.... yandere bi han self aware x readerrrrr

SELF AWARE! YANDERE BI-HAN X READER

WARNINGS: average yandere tendencies such as possessiveness and delusion, ooc bi-han cuz it's for story purposes, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended

A/N: still a diehard sagau fan after all these years lmao. i made my kung lao self aware fics over a year ago inspired by sagau/sahsrau fics, and i was surprised by how much people liked it. so here i am with a version with bi-han. perhaps you guys may get another version of this with another mortal kombat character... maybe a character that just happens to be a sexy a-lister. (also?? is this like... SAMKAU?? self aware mortal kombat alternate universe?? can we make that a thing?? idk. i'm excited to keep writing this.. uh.. samkau?? stuff.)

- sub-zero was always your favorite character. when mortal kombat 1 was announced, you were overjoyed by seeing his inclusion on the roster, and his new design. you didn’t mind all the changes the new timeline made; you just wanted to have some fun and watch your favorite man kick some ass.

- you wanted to play the story mode as soon as possible before being spoiled by other fans on social media. but when you did, something strange seemed to happen with your favorite character.

- during the story, when you finally got to play as him in a later chapter, he was much more powerful than any other character so far. it's as if fights were over in an instant, with the enemies only needing one hit to fall. but you assumed it was just a harmless glitch. it was a new game and all, so it wouldn’t be abnormal for there to be some bugs here and there.

- but the more you played, the more conscious the game felt. not only was sub-zero the only character with strangely powerful abilities, but he was the only character you could play as. every time you tried to play as someone else, the game crashed. he also seemed to have voice lines when you went idle. if you let the game run while you left to take a break, you could hear bi-han through your headphones saying something along the lines of: "where do you think you’re going? you must come back."

- incredibly uncomfortable by these occurrences, you turned off the game, hoping it was just a glitch that'll be fixed overnight. but as the game was closed and you went to sleep, there was an emptiness on the other side of the screen.

- bi-han was at a loss for words. he felt an otherworldly presence being emitted nearby. he just couldn't put his finger on it, until you controlled him. his body didn't feel like his own. he felt you control his strikes and protect him from attacks by moving his body like a puppet on a string. despite the initial discomfort of losing self-control, it was still a warm, exhilarating feeling. he felt as if his force grew under your guidance. you made him feel stronger, and that's all he's ever wanted. but when your control disappeared, so did the warmth and power. he felt empty without you. his heart ached as your presence faded. you weren't completely gone, but it still upset him that you weren't guiding him anymore.

- especially when you shifted to guide kuai liang. how dare that failure of a brother take you away from him? and how could you leave him so easily, so quickly? he didn’t do anything wrong, so why leave him?

- he was fueled with a rage he never felt before. not just from the betrayal of his brother, but from the betrayal of you. a warm, advantageous figure that he never knew he needed, suddenly taken away once he got the chance to feel you. he had to fix this as soon as possible.

- he tried to guide you, just as you did for him. he did this by making sure only he could be controlled by you. nobody else can have his strength. with you by his side, his power will never be rivaled again. in order to convince you of this fact, he decided to show off a bit and defeat every opponent he faced within seconds. if he showed you how unstoppable you two can be, surely that’ll persuade you into never leaving him again…

- he thought his plan was working. until you powered your device off, and he was stuck in the cold abyss once more. bi-han is used to the cold. it was nothing new for him. but now that he’s finally gotten a taste of you, and felt you? he can’t stand the bitter, soulless atmosphere of his fictitious life anymore. without you, he has nothing. it’s tedious, and lonely. as much as he hates to admit it, he needs you. badly. desperately. he was your favorite, wasn't he? so why leave him? he did so much for you, to keep you from deserting him. he upgraded himself and downgraded everyone else, so you know he's the only one for you. he was clinging onto the hope that you’ll be impressed by his skills, and you won’t betray him again. but this time? he may just lose his mind. come back. you must come back to him.

[dazaih]

MASTER LIST ->

✨ star wars ✨

LUKE SKYWALKER

-> surrender

-> sweet

-> wingman (ongoing series)

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen

you can also see my replies to my asks with #cedar’s inbox :)

[melanchoise]

orv doodles

[croquettish]

I'm the wedding anon - pretend I spelled Radzig correctly I know how to write his name I just wrote the ask very quickly on my phone 😭😭 TY for the response! I ❤️ baselessly speculating about games that are not even announced yet

Anyways yes I can see the scenarios you listed happening, I really like the first one in particular! I can very easily see Hans impulsively swooping in in Vienna (in game terms it should be towards the middle of the game, around the time of the actual heist for maximum drama) and this causing huuuuge problems with Hanush, Jitka and Botschek and straining the marriage. Maybe he runs away during his honeymoon lol

Side note but I wonder how much of the inheritance debacle between the IRL Jan and Hanush will actually play out in the game (if KCD3 indeed ends up being a direct sequel). If Warhorse takes artistic liberties and Hans actually plays a role in freeing Wenceslaus I cannot see Hanush withholding control of the fiefdom for too long - in real life I think Jan had to drag Hanush to court in 1410, which I'm not sure will happen considering how sympathetic Hanush is and how responsible he is for Henry's zero to hero story.

Omg pls you're fine!!! Please typo as much as you want in my ask box, I'm just happy to have my brain picked like this!!! :D

I've actually had some super interesting replies to my super long post both on my post directly and where someone reposted it in the Hansry comm (thank you for that, by the way! always makes me super happy when people think my meta is worth reading).

I'd say that Hans' heavy involvement in the third game is more or less a given, considering the sheer success this game has seen off the backs of us queers alone. This feels very friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend and we're advised to take it with a grain of salt, but in a comment on this post, @bindi342 mentioned that a particular streamer has a frequent chatter who supposedly did some work on KCD2 as a writer, this including the romance. Apparently Warhorse are "discussing ways to further develop the romance." And here @wonderful-calalini and @bucket-fucker (love that username, 10/10) brought up that Warhorse doesn't always adhere to historical accuracy either, which is true!

All that to say that, the idea you just described? I would eat that shit up. Do you hear me, Warhorse??? Runaway groom + Wency heist in Vienna with the boys?? If you're reading this, I need you to know that this is THE DREAM. We get so many runaway bride stories but I don't think I've ever seen runaway grooms??? Hans Capon first runaway groom please excuse me I am manifesting this as we speak.

I went into this in more detail in the long ass post I linked to up there but Jan Ptáček did indeed have to drag Hanuš of Lipá's ass to court in 1410. So here's the thing. And I will say right away that I'm a little worried about how long this will get because I haven't really gone into my thoughts on Hanush here just yet. But.

Based on what we've seen in the game I actually think it is extremely plausible that we might encounter this conflict regarding the inheritance.

Hans tells us that Hanush laid down the law pretty clearly, that he's not seeing his rightful inheritance unless and until he gets married:

Which is, honestly, quite bold of him! The terms of Hans' inheritance did not involve marriage as a requirement at all, Hanush is just adding that in now.

Henry even points this injustice out!

Why, yes, Hans! That's exactly what you might have to do!!

I think it's interesting that they included that. It seems to hint at the fact that there will be conflict in the future over his inheritance. Hanush feels comfortable adding in his own conditions that he technically has no right to be doing. Legally this is not within his right.

But let's dig deeper, shall we? Because we see a lot of this in his conversation with Hanush before Henry joins them. If you're curious, the whole secret conversation is here (and yes, I did compare and contrast romanced vs. non-romanced Hans, but alas there are no differences. Which is very sad but makes sense for a conversation that the player is never actually supposed to overhear...)

Hanush starts us off beautifully.

Huh. Not the right time yet? Why is that?

He drops that particular claim real fucking fast though:

Oh, so this actually doesn't have to do with timing at all. Now it has to do with "Hans' future." Interesting!

What does that have to do with his ability to rule, exactly?

Recall, if you will, how desperate Hans is to prove himself, especially to Hanush. He wants, so badly, to not be treated like a little kid anymore. It's the reason for the entire journey to begin with!

[ Not pictured: An unnecessary amount of extra words all about how badly Hans wants his uncle's approval and how he doesn't even realize it himself to begin with, let alone think it's possible for him to achieve, that were scrapped for not staying on fucking topic. ]

My beloved mutual @audentesfortunaiuvatt wrote an excellent post about how infuriating this whole conversation between Hanush, Dry Devil, and Radzig while they're at Raborsch is, and I agree 100% with her argument and the follow-up. Hanush still views him as a child. It doesn't matter that he forgave him (what was there to forgive!). Hanush calls his behavior "shenanigans," insisting that he doesn't act like an adult. It's what sparks Dry Devil's suggestion to marry him off. To "straighten him out" and "tame him."

Does Hanush actually believe that this would make him a better ruler? Or would that just make Hans easier to manage? Stop me before I return to the gilded cage metaphor, but it really is alarming that the thought of "a firm woman's hand," as Radzig puts it, is apparently meant to keep him in line here. In what way would this make him a better ruler? If anything, it would just keep him busy.

I find it curious that Hanush felt the need to lie about how withholding his inheritance was about "timing." Because when Hans is (understandably) upset at this argument, Hanush doesn't explain that he thinks having a wife will mature Hans. Instead, he argues that he's just looking out for his future. He even goes so far as to push the whole "this is what your father would have wanted, something I know because I knew him and you didn't."

Why?

Hans would still have been upset if he'd been faced with that argument, but it would have been an easier sell for Hanush than this roundabout thing he's pulling in this conversation. So there must have been a reason why he decided to withhold the truth.

Most likely because he's trying to avoid actually promising giving up the territory.

Because suddenly this whole conversation is no longer about that. It's not about Hans' maturity level or his ability to rule. It's exclusively about how Hans is being pressured into a marriage he doesn't want and that Hanush is, effectively, blackmailing him here by withholding his inheritance in exchange. Which Hanush technically doesn't legally have the right to do. Which is precisely why he's invoking Hans' father here and the status of the nobility:

How interesting! Look at how quickly he switched topics again: now it's no longer about the duties of the nobility or what his father wants, now it's just "this will happen, you don't have a choice in the matter."

This is where Hanush was going with this conversation the whole time. He didn't necessarily want to get there if he could avoid it, but I imagine he expected it would end up there.

Hans does his best to find loopholes, like pointing out that her father might be against it since only her uncle arranged the betrothal and arguing that he might not like Jitka. Hanush doesn't care. It doesn't matter what Hans throws at him, he has an answer for everything!

Hans still isn't happy, but he decides to reroute the conversation back to the thing that's at stake here, which is his inheritance. Which is where things get really interesting.

Not to point out the obvious here but that's a nothing-burger.

You'll recall the conversation Henry and Hans have during The Prey in KCD1 where Hans explains why Hanush is still managing his property even though he's already an adult:

The king is, in fact, still gone, as Henry then correctly points out. One of them would sooner lock Hans up than confirm his claim and the other one is locked up in Vienna and is about to have his claim to the throne revoked.

What exactly would change if Hans marries Jitka? Hanush can try and convene that council to no real result. The country is at war. What if some of them have perished? What if they can't make it? What if some of them have changed sides and/or have a vested interest in seeing Hans not get his title?

Even more importantly, Hanush is not the only voice here. He'll "recommend that they decide in [his] favor," but that is far from a guarantee. For all he knows, they could still decide to deny Hans the claim. This is all extremely wishy-washy!

Beloved mutual @audentesfortunaiuvatt mentioned in her post that this could all be a ploy to just keep moving the goalposts and thereby keep Hanush in his position for as long as possible. But I think there's an additional layer to all of this. Which is that historically speaking, not only was Hanush a robber knight/baron (KCD1 confirms this as being the case in the games as well), but he had a gambling problem and thus a serious issue with debts. This is even hinted at during the conversation between him, Radzig, and Dry Devil!

And at an earlier occasion, we learn that he's a bit of a skinflint:

This conversation happening, of course, with the context of Hanush potentially ransoming (or not ransoming!) Hans out of captivity.

Hanush insists several times that he's only pushing this wedding on Hans because he gave his word to Botschek and that "his word is his word." But I think there's more to it than that.

Namely, the fact that Jitka is implied to all but be made of money. Even Hans acknowledges this in his conversation with Henry afterward. With those coffers full, Hanush would 100% benefit. And if we consider that angle, suddenly Hanush's extreme reactions to Godwin's news about the betrothal makes a lot of sense. Because first, he's under the impression that it's because Hans got someone pregnant:

And not just anyone, not even a peasant girl, a specifically impoverished noble's daughter. As if he would have been fine with it if only it had been a wealthy noble's daughter!

And then, it also explains his extremely positive reaction to the news of whom he'd be marrying:

Why else would he be celebrating to that extent? If this didn't affect him at all, I think his reaction would have been a lot less enthusiastic.

With that in mind, it also makes sense why he wouldn't want to give up control. His noble standing is quite meager compared to Hans', and he'd lose access not only to all that money but also to quite a few privileges he is afforded while acting as Hans' ward. Historically, we know it took seven more years before he was served up a court order for Jan to contest his claim in 1410 and two more after that until he got full control of his territory in 1412. Considering all the hints we've been given, I think Warhorse would be foolish not to use this to their benefit.

Even if it's just used in the name of Hans and Henry either a) ditching the wedding to rescue the king so he can declare that Hans gets his territories, or b) finding that Hanush is still clinging on to control and coming up with excuses at every turn even after the wedding and deciding to go rescue the king because of that. Hilariously, by the time Wenceslas was rescued, he was no longer king, so... that would actually be a fantastic way to finish things off, seeing as both games so far have ended on a note of "you win some, you lose some."

Mind you, none of this is to slander or villainize Hanush in any way. @koolcatses has put out two excellent posts that defend the man quite beautifully, and I agree with those. Hanush is an excellent ruler. We've been shown time and time again that this is the case. The people like him a lot and he quite clearly did a fantastic job teaching Hans how to be a good ruler. What I do, however, also think is that he wasn't (and still isn't) the best at providing for Hans a) enrichment in the enclosure aka his gilded bird cage, b) helping him grow emotionally, c) loving him the way he needed to be loved. He is a fantastic guardian. He is a terrible parent.

@georgecostanzaatemysoup made an excellent post on a similar topic recently, specifically about how Hans most likely learned that negative behavior got him attention, thus reinforcing said negative behavior. There's a lot of learned behavior there, and I agree with people who have said that Hans is the way he is because of Hanush. All that in mind, I don't think he's painted as the most sympathetic character tbh.

As for him helping Henry... that's really more Radzig's doing imo. Hanush is hosting them because Radzig doesn't have a new castle yet, but beyond that he doesn't have much of a relationship with Henry aside from him being squire to Hans, who happens to be Hanush's nephew.

And also, like, listen. When I play CK3, all the feminism and belief in love and free will that I normally have in me leaves my body while I do everything in my power to accrue more power and more territory. I will be the last person to judge Hanush in terms of just the pure... politics of it all. He is technically entirely correct in terms of this being good for Hans and his house! But from the perspective of someone who cares about Hans' emotional state, if he was unwilling to ask Hans he should have at least talked to him about it beforehand. Talked him into it, if need be! Hans says as much as well, and it's heartbreaking to see how little agency Hans is afforded in his life choices.

But that's another post entirely.

[ladysussurbloom]

Here's a short little fic about Henry helping Hans with his injury after Suchdol.

I'm taking prompts from here, this one is "where does it hurt? Let me see."

Hans shifts on the wooden bench outside the Devil's Den, wincing when he turns to grab a tankard of ale. His shoulder burns, his arse is sore from riding and he feels ready to copy Sam. He dozed off a while ago, head lolling to one side, his tankard of ale slowly slipping out of his hand. Kubyenka was quick to snatch it up; Hans held his a little tighter after that.

"Did you still want me to take a look at your shoulder?" Henry is eyeing Hans up with a concerned, analytical gaze.

"That would be kind of you, thank you." He's in no mood to mince his words or put on a show. Everyone is far too in their cups to notice how quickly he stands and follows Henry up the rickety wooden stairs. Once they're finally alone and the door is closed, Henry latches the lock and sets to work on closing windows and lighting candles.

Hans makes himself comfortable on Henry's bed. He kicks off his shoes and watches quietly as Henry moves around with purpose.

"Do you ever slow down?"

He's rummaging through his trunk, pulling out various vials and bandages when he looks up. "I haven't had the chance." If it were anyone else, Hans would accuse them of being bitter about it, but this is Henry. If he's not gathering herbs for locals or smithing horseshoes for strangers, he's throwing himself headfirst into fights that aren't his own. Hans truly can't believe how lucky he is to know Henry.

Once he's found what he was looking for, Henry sets the vials, bandages, and a plump skein of water on a small table and drags a small stool over. He sits between Hans' legs and leans forwards, one hand gently resting on his knee.

"Where does it hurt? Let me see."

"It only hurts when I think about it." Hans says, deft fingers working open the buttons at the bottom of his pourpoint. He winces when he reaches half-way, so Henry brushes his hands out of the way and takes over.

"You'll have to think about something else while I do this, then." Henry carefully removes the pourpoint and begins to unravel the bandages Godwin had tightly wrapped around his torso and shoulder. It's stained with blood and sweat, desperately in need of a change. They hadn't wanted to stop for too long on their ride back to the Devil's Den so Hans had put it out of his mind and washed away the pain with wine. He'll find time for a bath in the morning.

"I missed you." Hans confesses as Henry wets a cloth with water and begins carefully cleaning away the muck and grime. "We were beginning to worry you hadn't made it."

"'Course we made it." Henry looks up at Hans from his place between his knees. "After your encouragement I don't think it was possible for me to fail."

"Henry- ow!" Hans flinches when Henry dabs at the wound with some kind of concoction. It stings, sharp pain radiating from the centre.

"Sorry," Henry tosses the rest of the dirty bandages in a pile and presses a chaste kiss to Hans' collarbone. "I'll make it up to you."

"Oh, you better." Hans says with a smirk. He raises his good arm and gently runs his fingers through Henry's hair.

The future may be uncertain, but for now he has this, and Hans is content.

[mattsundaes]

Can’t get over the thought that Dirk totally spits into our mouths. Bet he spits on pussy too

uno reverse that is also a man that likes it when you spit in his mouth (he is your dirty laundry, after all).

[originalcrime]

When Buck and Tommy get back together, Chimney tries to instigate small fights between them hoping Buck will bake for him again

Chimney: soooo I heard that you and Tommy haven’t been talking the last few days and I just wanted to know how you’re coping with that out of the goodness of my heart with no ulterior motives

Buck: EDDIE!! stop feeding him fake gossip or I’m going to take your phone!!

[omoriisstruggling]

a more recent character sheet for koi since more people have come to the blog :D! he’s my son and i love him (ignore my levi bias i’m not confident in drawing mammon and posting him yet)

i changed him from 28 to 26 cuz i headcanon levi to be in his mid twenties in human years :3

also, he’s from my fic on ao3 :D! one i need to update soon ;;;

[justwinginglife]

HANNAH.

i have acquire FLUFF THOUGHTS OF SOSHIRO!

slow burn with song Butterfly by Abe Parker..

oh to imagine slow burn trope with Soshiro… the growing and slow realization of falling in love… ITS TOO MUCH WHEN IT COMES THE VERY GENTLEMAN SOSHIRO 😭

to be delusional to think of the scenarios make my heart feels so full to my single ass 🥹

- ☕️ anon

Bestie, I am RIGHT there with you! Being delusional is my favorite hobby lmaoooo. Also I googled your song, OMG it's so cute- what!! It's such a wedding aisle song, I am now INSTANTLY imagining walking down the aisle to this song and seeing Soshiro waiting for me at the end. God, what a man. Can you picture him in his cute lil tux, eyes widening as he takes in the view of you in your dress? I wanna cry now. I love him so much. I bet when you do your first dance together, he buries his face in your shoulder, holding you close. I bet he reminds you how beautiful you are all night, and when you giggle and say something like, "You already said that a few times, baby," he just shakes his head at you, still gazing at you in loving awe, and murmuring, "Just wanna make sure you don't forget." I bet even when you've been married like 20 years, he's still begging you to put the wedding dress on when you're folding laundry or sweeping, just because he can't believe how lucky he is to be married to you and he loves the sight of you in the dress you wore when you finally, officially became his for life. I bet he relives that first wedding dance with you every day in your living room. If there's no music, he'll hum to you as he spins you around and around. God, I could go on forever, don't even get me started haha!

[imrllytootiredforthis]

i feel that bangchan, han, and seungmin are the most likely to enjoy eating you out

probably will cum in their pants untouched 🤷‍♀️

they absolutely would.

pussy or cockdrunk the second they get their mouth on you, the second they even see you.

making them sit between your legs and just watch first as you slowly stroke yourself, spreading slick all over as they drool-eyes wide and desperate, focused only on your movements

-on how much they want to taste you-on how good you'd taste-how you'd feel against their tongue-

they start whining without even realizing, hands impatiently fidgeting in their lap.

"please, please, please, please."

so needy and pathetic.

"wanna make you feel good, wanna taste you~"

sticking their tongue out but they're still just out of reach.

"be so good, make you feel so good~ promise, promise!"

the moan they let out as soon as you do let them-is absolutely ruined. a broken whine that breaks off into a series of messy sounds as their eagerness gets the best of them.

no real tactic, just plain messy hunger. everything they lack in skill they make up with the pure desperation as their mouth works against you.

tongue and spit and hands pawing aimlessly at your thighs, moaning against you like they're a man starved and you're their final meal.

louder than you are even

don't even get me started if you pulled on their hair at all. your nails digging into their scalp, twisting between strands to guide them where to go and how to make you feel good.

without hands or humping the mattress, without any kind of stimulation whatsoever they're letting out the most messed up whimper, a ruined adorable sound that reverberates against your sensitive skin, making you moan in turn before looking down at them

all messy with their pants stained with cum

it's not their fault tho :(

you just tasted so good~

they're eyes go glassy, cheeks pink with shame, their mouth against you relentless all the while.

[zeroeightzeroone]

hi! so idk if your request are open so if they aren’t feel free do delete this

so we know that in the love collection y/n and jisung feel really comfortable around each other and will go to each other for things but what if one day y/n didn’t tell jisung how she was feeling that day and cried in her room by herself? i just wanted to see how he’d react to that and his response

again u don’t have to respond to this!! ty ^__^

all ears - han jisung

love collection

genre: hurt/comfort

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: readers' insecurities getting the best of her, self-deprecating language

notes: thank you for requesting!! i hope i did your request justice. (finally revealing y/n's roommate too)

wc ~2.9k | moodboard

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you feel dumb.

you feel stupid, absolutely stupid.

you hate the feeling with the utmost passion, but regardless of how much you detest it, it always seems to find a way back to haunt you months later, coming out from the depths of your mind into the forefront and creating a storm up there.

they're stupid thoughts.

thoughts that you shouldn't let get to you, but sometimes you can't help it. sometimes, they overpower you and silence your pleas to stop.

have you spoken to anyone about it? no.

your roommate, yunjin, has been on a work trip for the past couple of weeks, so you've had the apartment to yourself. no need to mask your emotions when you're home alone. on the other hand, jisung's schedule has been packed lately, and there is nothing new in his line of work. seungmin is on the same boat as your boyfriend; both share busy and separate schedules.

everyone has a busy life, and you don't want to burden them with things happening in yours.

when the b-word comes up in your passing thoughts, you can practically hear your boyfriend saying, "y/n, my love, don't invalidate yourself like that. you're not a burden, never. you're important to me; your thoughts and feelings are all important."

jisung always reminds you of how important you are to him. you know you could go to him for anything, and he'll be there to the best of his ability.

that's one of the many reasons why you love him so much.

the knowledge that he's there for you is one thing, but the one thing holding you back is yourself.

when you're in such a low and vulnerable state, you tend to shut yourself in, keep to yourself, and shield yourself away from others. you see yourself as an inconvenience or a burden.

the way you've rationalized it in your mind is that if you're tired of the shit happening in your own life, telling it to someone else would only tire them out as well. you didn't want them to grow tired on your behalf. it didn't seem worth it.

that feeling of self-doubt always pushes itself into the front lines from where it usually hides, creeping around in the back.

you wanted to try and cope alone, get through this on your own, but you just couldn't. you tried to tell yourself it's no big deal and that they're just fleeting, meaningless thoughts that will go away and you'll be fine, but you know you're lying to yourself.

you know that ignoring your overwhelming emotions lately will only worsen them. it's been a week since those thoughts started again, and here you are, curled up in a ball underneath your comforter, pulling it up under your chin as the mental and emotional exhaustion hits its breaking point.

your cheeks are stained with tears, and your eyes are droopy and puffy. you were supposed to go to work today but called in sick. you didn't have it in you to face your work head-on today.

the moment you hung up the phone with your manager, you cried, sobbing into your comforter. you felt absolutely defeated calling in sick. you weren't even sick, you lied in order to stay home.

here you were, practically waving the white flag after the events of your life, after your thoughts and feelings have beaten you down into a ball under your comforter. you hate yourself for calling in sick, feeling like you should've just sucked it up and gone in, put on a mask to hide your emotions.

'so many people have it harder than you do, y/n. the fact you could even lie and call in sick is a privilege. look at all this privilege, and you're out here pouting, how selfish.'

you shut your eyes at the thought, nuzzling yourself further into the blanket as a tear squeezes itself free and runs down your skin.

'you can't even deal with your own feelings, your own thoughts, let alone some tiny ass inconveniences. pathetic.'

you feel stupid and weak. you feel like a crybaby.

your eyelids flutter closed as you sob into the thick comforter, letting out all the built-up frustrations in hopes that you'll feel better afterwards.

'j's one and only has notifications silenced. notify anyway?'

jisung's concern grows when he reads over the little notice at the bottom of your text conversation.

of course, he noticed that you've been off the past couple of days. when he asked what was up, you played it off as nothing, but it's jisung; he knows you like the back of his hand.

he didn't believe for one second that nothing was up. it was clear there was something, but he assumed that you weren't in a place to talk to him about it yet, that you weren't ready. but now, you weren't even replying, let alone reading his messages.

jisung: good morning love, how did you sleep?

j's one and only: good morning i slept okay, how about you

jisung: i dreamt of you so i slept better than usual ;) i've got another busy day today, so i hope you have an amazing day my love

jisung: [photo attachment] i ate a bento box for lunch today

jisung: [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a b-side [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a skz-record

jisung: baby

jisung: y/n baby

he stares down at his phone, hoping to get–at least–a read receipt from you, but nothing. jisung finds himself swiping down the notification screen and swiping it away multiple times. on–probably–the fifth rotation, he pauses, an imaginary lightbulb flashing over his head.

jisung: i'm coming over

…

your sob session only further tired you out. you didn't have it in you to fight to stay awake, letting your heavy eyelids close as you cried to sleep around dinner time, curling up into a smaller ball as your tears soaked the comforter.

your eyes are puffy, your nose is runny and almost matches the flushed, red tint of your tear stained cheeks, your hair is dishevelled, and you have a prominent pout on your lips even in your sleep. the tears that fell from your eyes and stained your cheeks also bound your eyelashes together, as they glisten under the light of your bedside lamp.

a couple hours later, you're stirring awake, your head rolling left and right as a tired groan leaves your lips. with a hum, you blink slowly, coming into full consciousness. your brain also slowly waking up from its resting state. after a brief stretch and a rush of endorphins flowing through your body, allowing you to relax, your limbs fall back into the mattress with a soft thump.

with another sigh, you roll your head to the side to look at the clock on the wall, registering that you've slept for a little over two hours and that there are a couple of hours left until midnight. you aren't starving, but you do feel like you need something to fill you up, so you roll out of bed and make your way into the kitchen to grab a light snack and a glass of water, snatching your phone off the bedside table before making your way out.

the moment your screen comes to life, you find a couple of missed messages from jisung that you go to check first and send replies to.

j.one<3: [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a b-side [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a skz-record

j.one<3: baby

j.one<3: y/n baby

j.one<3: i'm coming over

you: :O i'm telling jyp also i just woke up from a nap so jibaby you should stay home and rest, i'm fine

"you're not fine."

you stop in your tracks while feeling like your heart has jumped out of your chest. a sharp gasp leaves you as your hand grips your shirt in utter shock.

walking out from the kitchen and standing across from you, the dark-haired boy's eyes are laced with worry and concern, and his bottom lip juts out in the slightest pout as he looks at you. worried eyes scanning over your figure.

"shit ji, you scared the shit out of me," you watch as he shuts his screen off, "what are you doing here?"

"it's friday," he pushes himself off the wall, "remember our little deal?"

you nod, mouth agape with realization. your little deal was that if jisung would come over on fridays when his weekend schedules were nonexistent or started later in the day, one of the reasons why he had a key to yours and yunjin's place.

jisung takes a few steps towards you, just enough to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger, moving your head around as his eyes graze your face. meanwhile, you look up at him with doe-eyed eyes, confused. he lets go of your chin and moves to take your hand, pulling you behind him as he walks into the living area.

"sit," he nods towards the couch. you follow his words and take a seat. stay there. i'll be right back. i made you some food."

you mutter a small agreement as your boyfriend walks out of view. a couple moments later, he walks out from behind the couch with a bowl in one hand and a cup in his other, placing both dishes down on the coffee table before he sits beside you.

"ji–"

"eat," he's quick to cut you off, but he's also quick to notice how sharp his tone is. not wanting to come off wrong, he quickly adds, " please."

you stare at him, to which he flashes you a quick smile. you're still quite perplexed, but you listen to him anyway; plus, whatever he's whipped up looks quite good, and you can't resist.

your boyfriend watches you eat for a few minutes before reaching for the glass of water on the table. the water is ready and on standby for when you need it. with a small smile, you exchange your food for the water he's holding, taking gulps while he places the bowl back on the table, followed by the water.

"tell me, what's wrong?" jisung has an elbow propped up on the couch, his hand coming down to pat the side of your head and play with a couple of strands of your hair. your hair is quite tangled after waking up from a nap.

"nothings wrong," you deny.

he purses his lips together before continuing, "you've been quiet over text all day," he tips his chin, nodding towards your face, "the red, puffy eyes and tear stains don't exactly back up your statement."

your appearance only further proved to the round-chinned boy that something was definitely going on. along with the ones he previously mentioned, your cheeks and nose were flushed with a tint of red, and your lashes were clumped together, a remnant of the tears you shed that tired you to sleep.

"i-it's stupid," you mutter, your eyes wandering away from jisung in shame.

jisung bites his tongue, taking a step back to observe you fully and your body language. he tries to put himself in your perspective before he says something. your boyfriend also doesn't want to come on too strong, as you're already going through something. he needs to use his 't' to his advantage while also keeping in mind your 'f, ' which is simultaneously logical but sensitive to your feelings.

"hey, look at me. whatever it is, it's not stupid," his hand travels down slowly, gently cupping your cheek. your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth as you meet his gaze. " if you want, you can tell me what's going on, and i'll listen. if you don't want to, then i'll still be here, however you need me to be here right now."

jisung's thumb caresses your cheek gently, paired with a smile as gentle as his touch. you lean into his palm, the word 'hug' leaving your lips with a breathless sigh, to which jisung adjusts both your positions immediately.

the hug becomes a cuddle as you both lie on the couch facing each other, your face buried in jisung's chest, and one arm is squished between you two and the other around his torso. on the other hand, Jisung has an arm under your neck, and the other is holding you close, the smell of your shampoo gracing his senses from how close you are.

your body relaxes but your heart still feels heavy, although it's an improvement compared to a couple hours ago.

jisung's fingers toy with the strands of your hair, occasionally brushing through and trying to gently undo the knots. his mind wandering.

of course, you and jisung aren't attached by the hip and texting all day, every day; there have been times when a couple of hours linger between replies. either you or he would send a message beforehand letting the other know that there would be a delay on your end.

jisung knows you like the back of his hand. he knows your habits and mannerisms. so when you weren't replying or reading his messages after the exchange in the morning, coupled with your demeanour over text and a couple of phone calls, he knew something was wrong.

he knows how you get when you're in the wrong place mentally and emotionally, how you tend to shut yourself in and away from people. saying you want to be alone when you really don't.

before he left the company building, he made sure to check in with chan and the group manager regarding the weekend schedule–wanting to spend as much time as possible with you. sure, this meant he moved some things around, and his sunday would be more packed than usual, but jisung wanted and needed to be there for you.

and you didn't need to know that detail.

when jisung unlocked the front door, he did it as quietly as possible. he looked around the living area and kitchen to see if there were any signs of you, but the kitchen was clean, minus a used glass cup on the counter. he then made his way down the hall and to your bedroom, cracking open the door slowly, trying to avoid it creaking just in case you had been asleep, and you had.

jisung slowly approached the side of the bed, knelt, and observed your sleeping state.

your room was dim, and the only light source was the lamp on your bedside table, thus a yellow hue illuminating your features. jisung felt his heart ache at the sight of you. the air of tranquillity from your sleeping state contrasted with the clear signs of distress that lulled you to sleep. your cheeks were still quite damp with tears, and there were a couple of wet spots on your comforter and pillow.

the sight of you asleep with tear-stained cheeks had jisung wondering what had been going on inside your head the past couple of days, wanting to know the gravity of the storm inside your mind that eventually blew over and resulted in you, isolating yourself, alone and crying yourself to sleep. jisung wanted to get a glimpse into that mind of yours, fight off the thoughts and feelings that brought you to such a low point.

at the same time, the longer he looked at you, jisung wondered if he had done something. he wondered if he had done something lately that caused you to shy away from coming to him, that caused you to resort to crying alone in your room as the easier option. but jisung needed to fight those thoughts to the back of his mind, snapping himself to the realization that this isn't about him but about you and how you feel.

jisung didn't want to wake you up too soon, so he got back up, closed the door behind him softly, and made his way to your kitchen again. he opened and closed the cupboards, fridge, and freezer to identify ingredients he could whip up for you, just in time for you to eat once you awoke.

building up the confidence to speak, your fingers toy with the fabric on the back of jisung's hoodie. you take deep breathes and open your mouth.

"it's the feeling of self-doubt again…" you say softly, almost as if you're in a public place and spilling a secret—quiet but just loud enough for jisung to hear. he hums in acknowledgment, "i just... i don't know."

"how do you need me right now?"

you take a second to think, contemplating what would help you the most now.

"here with me, like this," you move your head up to look at him, "i just need someone to listen."

jisung nods, adjusting his position, but his hold on you never falters; he keeps you close. when he's adjusted, he nods again, this time with a smile and a look of determination.

when jisung felt your body relax in his arms earlier, he wished he could have been there sooner. he wished that you could have sobbed in his arms instead, and he would've held you tight instead of you crying into your pillow and comforter, alone in the dark. what matters to him now is that he's here, and he'll be here however you need him.

"i'm all ears for you, baby."

[starjynx]

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[sinlizards]

dmed u on twitter but realized u said ur twt dms dont work so i just wanna go on here and say thank u for the doyoon food ❤️❤️

THANK UU Do-yoon is probably my fave to draw despite Gyu-hyuk being my favorite character from the game overall (gyu's hair vexes me....) so im glad people enjoy me drawing him >_o