#i miss him so much pls!!

[hikarisbeam]

Lee Junyoung ♡ 황야 / Badland Hunters (2024)

[hinamie]

get these boys summer uniforms and cold beverages Stat

[bl00dalchemist]

This one i like.

[gunsatthaphan]

#re-entering his babygirl era ✨🌹 (not that he ever left)

[danobaggins]

charlie was so nasty for this lmaoo 💀💀 her face pls

[camjsad0]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONLY MAN EVER🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[deathbyfiction]

IM FUCKING CRYING SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE THIS BOY FROM HIMSELF

[jkvjimin]

feels like a fever dream 😩 cr. namuspromised

[luminique]

wrio x you where you were both close in the Fortress as kids. both promising to leave together, live a life together, grow old together.

but that day came where instead of choosing to walk as a free man, he walked into the office of the Fortress, claiming the title of Duke.

he wants nothing but the best for everyone, for you especially. your sentence ended the same day as his, yet only one came up to the surface. your file laid open on his desk, it’s the only photograph he has of you before you left.

and maybe he regrets his decision. whether it be taking over the administration or telling you to live your new life, his mind would wander off to you when it was quiet. would you like how the Fortress has become under his administration? would you be proud of him? would you smile and laugh like how you did back then?

your file sits next to his on the shelf, a memory of the past that both of you have to move on from. if he can’t have you in this life anymore, then at least in another way, you will always be next to him.

[icaruien]

more nanami content with top male reader pls 😩😩

You've got it, Captain!

Nanami Kento was a man on the run.

It was an inescapable hell of his own making. The ghosts of his youth and his failures were a perpetual monster clinging onto his shoulders, curses designated just for him. Kento did not make a habit of being a coward, but he could not afford staying in a place like this.

So, he ran.

He ran, and ran, and ran and he kept on running until Time became a loose construct that could not suspend him; until Space became a volatile concept that could not keep him afloat. The Universe was at a constant state of expansion, and Kento ran as if he was trying to see how far it would go.

('It expands a pretty damn long way,' was what Kento would answer if he were asked that question. But no one did, no one was ever given the chance to. Kento always ran before they could stop him just long enough to ask.)

So, it must be some big cosmic joke that Kento found himself landed back here once again, at the centre of your gravity, pulled in and desperately trying to pull away from the boundaries of your magnetic field. You were his best friend, his favourite What If, his greatest Could Have Been.

You were not supposed to be here, buried hilt deep inside of him and moaning out his name as if it was a prayer worth worship over.

His nails dug into the skin on your back, threatening to break through and into the flesh, but you didn't seem to mind. Your mouth was still on his skin, teeth painting yearning all over the canvas of his skin in shades of purples and blues.

Fuck, he hadn't done missionary in so long. Hell, he hadn't even had anyone like this in a long time. He was always too cautious, too hesitant of what he would reveal. But it was you—you with your charming smile and bright eyes—and if Kento couldn't trust you with himself, then he couldn't trust anyone; not even himself.

Kento should be self-conscious. He had changed across the years since he had left you—gotten better; gotten worse. He was not the boy you knew, then. He had grown out of it, grown into it, grown up into something else entirely.

But you smiled at him the same, held him the same, and he could not find it in himself to grieve the boy he used to be.

Kento had become Schrödinger's Cat, trapped in his youth and in his present. You kissed him the same, but you fucked him different. You cradled his face the same, but your cock dragged against his walls. You liked him the same, but you loved him different.

Kento's back arched, feeling the tip of your cock hit his prostate, and he found he didn't mind it at all. He didn't mind it a single bit as long as you kept painting stars in the dark abyss behind his eyes. He didn't mind it a single bit as long as you kept fucking him as if he was a man precious, a man loved. He didn't mind it a single fucking bit as long as you would just—

"Kento." Your voice was ragged, fucked out, high off endorphins and adrenaline and sex and him. "Fuck, Kento, you feel so good."

And Kento couldn't say a damn thing back, because you were inside him, fucking him good, making him shake, and for a moment, Kento wasn't running anymore. He wasn't running, and he was neither here or there, but he was still in your arms. He still had you.

"Come on," he grunted. His arms tightened around you, forcing your body closer against him. "I wanna feel you."

He felt your breath fan against his skin, soft and incredulous, but you indulged. Your pace picked up, hands wandering from his hips up his chest over to cradle his jaw. Your mouth met his in a sloppy kiss—all tongue and teeth—while your hips snap against him harder.

Kento could barely think, pre-occupied by the feeling of your cock fucking against him, hard and rough, damnation and salvation all at once. You didn't seem to mind, though; tongue fucking into his mouth in rhythm with the way your hips moved.

Kento was not a religious man, but he would believe in the existence of god just for a moment; just for you, just because of you.

Kento didn't believe that he could be saved, but he would like to be for a split-second. He wanted to be divine, wanted to be beautiful all over again, if only so that you would not have to stain yourself with his filth. So that he could have you, over and over again, and there would be no sin in the act of it.

"Kento," you murmured against his skin, as if you still couldn't believe he was quite real. He let out an ugly sound at the way you spoke his name; half a sob, half a whimper. "Kento. God, Kento. You're finally here. I've missed you."

But for now—

For now, perhaps, he could have you. For however short the while, for however mortal the moment is.

[tim-shii]

i miss him :(

[jimimn]

a whole cutie 🥺

bonus:

[fizzierolli]

"Tell me, how does thou fall in such folly?"

[starryjiung]

going absolutely insane he looks amazing

[beesthebees]

ZENIX WHY ARE U SO SILLY

OH MY GOD SHUT UP YR FRRAKING LOSER "woospie!" LIKE OH MY IRENE STOP TALKING IM GOING TO HAVE A HARD ATAACK

[kenm4vhs]

it’s been a year and i haven’t moved on