#kpop chat

[isngh0n]

haii i'd really appreciate it if you guys joined my server!! my friends and i worked really hard on it and plan to grow it as soon as possible 🩷 you joining would be super helpful to us! we also plan on opening staff apps once we get more members!

[amyreads]

hellooo! i was wonder what manga and kpop do you like 👀 my fav rn is jujutsu kaisen and i haven’t been suPER into kpop lately but i served my time lmao and was a harrrrdcore bts fan in my teens dksjdjs corona kept me from seeing them live sadly fjsjjd

hi ! <3 ommghfhf so im a big shoujo/josei reader honestly pfft but ive been trying to branch out of that into more shounen/seinen and less romance centered so im like in that transitional period of looking for stuff which is funny because i did say i was going to start jujutsu kaisen!!! i'll take your endorsement and start it right away hahahah also omg i was also a huge army when i was younger, i even had an army twitter and everything 😭right now im listening to a lot of girl groups like IVE, le sserafim, twice, red velvet, aespa, nmixx, itzy, blackpink

im pretty casual compared to what i used to be which was like very deeply embedded in the kpop fandom(s) but i can't help but keep up with them hshshhcdsh

i never saw bts live either ahhhhh black swan is my favorite track by them

[melleody]

once u realize that you’ve already got your desires in your other realities, it’s so so so much easier to not get jealous of others and what they have in this reality.

she posted her face & gained 5 million likes? well, you posted yours and got 10 million.

her hair is so long, it reaches the back of her knees? well, the whole city calls you rapunzel because of your ankle length hair!

she got an interaction with your ult bias? whole time, you’re in your dr on a date with them.

this way, there’s less feelings of envy, and more of excitement to experience your desires physically!

so go shift 💕 you already HAVE your desires! you’ve gotten them a long time ago, ever since the moment you decided that you did !! ^^

[hwa-hyun]

Prompt: “sorry, my social battery ran out:(”

✰ who: skz ot8 x gn!reader

synopsis - bfs skz when you hide away at a social gathering

a/n: thank you so much to @pardyparderson for offering this prompt on a silver platter without even meaning to

cw: there’s a lot of snacking, running out of social battery is literally the plot, mentions of tiresome aunt/uncle in changbin and han one, han one is a teny-tiny bit suggestive?

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[wonlvures]

A QUIET CONNECTION — YOO JIMIN (PT.1)

PAIRING: Girlfriend!Karina x Girlfriend!reader

GENRE: fluff, romance

SYNOPSIS: Y/N, lost in a book, unexpectedly meets Karina, and through a shared conversation about the escape found in art—whether through stories or music—a gentle connection forms between them, leading to the promise of more moments together, as both women realize this fleeting encounter could be the start of something meaningful.

The café was quiet, the kind of place where time seemed to slow down, and the world outside felt distant. Y/N sat by the window, her fingers wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, her eyes glued to the pages of the book in her hands. She had always loved this café for the calm it provided—no rush, no noise, just the soft hum of background music and the occasional sound of a barista calling out an order.

She’d come here often, escaping into her stories as the outside world faded away. Today was no different—until the door opened and a new presence caught her attention.

Karina stood just inside, scanning the room. She was tall, with long, dark hair that framed her face, and a certain quiet intensity about her that immediately caught Y/N’s eye. She had that kind of presence—something subtle but magnetic. Y/N couldn’t help but watch her for a moment as she looked around for a seat.

Their eyes met for a brief second, and Y/N quickly looked back at her book, feeling a strange flutter in her chest. She wasn’t the type to get distracted easily, but there was something about this woman that seemed to draw her in.

Karina hesitated, then, almost as if on instinct, she walked over to Y/N’s table.

“Hey,” Karina said softly, her voice a little tentative, “Is this seat taken?”

Y/N looked up, startled for a moment, but then she saw the warm smile on Karina’s face and felt an unexpected calm wash over her. “No,” Y/N said quickly, smiling back. “You’re good. Please, sit down.”

Karina hesitated for just a moment longer before sliding into the seat across from her. She ordered a coffee from the counter, then returned to the table, settling in with a quiet, almost shy energy.

Y/N found herself watching her again, curious about this stranger who had just appeared in her little world. There was a softness to Karina’s features, but also something unspoken—like there was more beneath the surface. Something familiar. Something that made Y/N’s heart beat a little faster, though she couldn’t explain why.

Karina seemed to feel the same kind of quiet pull. She glanced at Y/N’s book, her eyes lingering for a moment before she spoke again. “What are you reading?” Her voice was gentle, like she was testing the waters, unsure of how to start.

Y/N glanced down at the book in her hands and smiled. “It’s just a novel I’ve read a few times,” she said. “It’s one of those stories that pulls you in, you know? Like, you can’t stop reading once you start.”

Karina’s eyes lit up with interest. “I get that,” she said, her gaze now fully on Y/N. “I love music for the same reason. It’s like I get lost in it, and everything else just fades away.”

Y/N found herself nodding, her fingers lightly tapping the rim of her coffee cup. “Yeah, exactly. I think that’s why people love art—whether it’s books or music or something else. It’s like you get to leave everything behind and just exist in that moment.”

The conversation felt easy, natural. They weren’t strangers anymore; in those few moments, a quiet understanding had formed between them. Karina seemed to relax, her posture softening as she leaned in slightly.

“Do you read a lot?” Karina asked, genuinely curious. Her voice was softer now, more personal.

Y/N shrugged. “I guess you could say that. Reading is like my escape. I love stories where I can get lost in someone else’s world. It’s like a break from everything that’s real.”

Karina smiled, the warmth of it reaching her eyes. “I get that,” she said again, her voice low and thoughtful. “I think that’s why I play guitar. It’s my way of feeling... connected, I guess. Like when the music flows, everything else just falls away, and it’s like I’m part of something bigger.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the way Karina spoke—so open, so sincere. It wasn’t often that people shared things like that so easily. But with Karina, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“You play guitar?” Y/N asked, her voice soft with interest.

Karina nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, I’ve been playing for years. It’s... the one thing that’s always made sense to me.”

Y/N felt a spark of connection, something deeper than just a casual conversation. She wanted to know more. “I’d love to hear you play sometime,” she said before she could stop herself.

Karina’s eyes widened slightly, her lips parting in surprise. “You’d want to hear me play?”

Y/N nodded, her gaze steady but soft. “I think it would be amazing. I’ve always loved music, but I’ve never really learned an instrument. There’s something about the way it can make you feel like everything else is just... background noise.”

Karina’s expression softened, a flush creeping into her cheeks. She looked down for a moment, clearly flustered by the compliment, but when she looked back up at Y/N, there was a warmth in her eyes that made Y/N’s heart race.

“I’d love that,” Karina said, her voice barely a whisper. “I think... maybe I’ll even write something for you.”

Y/N smiled, her heart full. “I’d really like that.”

The conversation between them shifted into quieter moments. The air around them felt charged with a quiet energy, something unspoken that hung between them like a secret. Karina and Y/N both felt it—the pull, the connection, the way everything around them seemed to disappear when they were together.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden light across the café, Y/N’s eyes fluttered to the clock. It was getting late. She didn’t want to leave, but she knew she had to.

“So, um,” Y/N said, biting her lip nervously. “Would you maybe want to do this again? Grab coffee sometime?”

Karina’s heart fluttered, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’d really like that,” she said softly. “More than you know.”

They both stood up, reluctant to end the moment, but neither of them wanting to overstay it either. The world outside seemed a little less intimidating now, a little more inviting. There was a promise in the air—an unspoken understanding that this was just the beginning.

“See you soon?” Y/N asked, her voice low, almost shy now.

Karina nodded, her smile gentle and warm. “Definitely.”

As they parted ways that evening, both women walked away with the same thought: This was just the beginning.

[chaaistained]

i . i think i shifted ??

i’m talking “felt my surroundings change, heard a voice call my dr-name, and somewhat opened my eyes before feeling randomly exhausted and waking up in my cr bed” kind of shifting ..

still trying to convince myself that it was a real shift and not just an incredibly absurdly insanely vivid dream

[vhyunjinverse]

Bed Time !

Matz (Seonghwa/Hongjoong) x black!f reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated! <3

warnings: ANTI MATZ DNI. pregnant reader, poly relationship, mentions of sex, guys kissing , pussy eating, reader’s breast leaks milk, nipple play, soft ending

“It’s not fairrr.” You whine, grabbing the pillow below Seonghwa’s arm to groan into. He sat there leaning on his palm, smiling at you while you grumble and throw the pillow down, going back to eat out of what would be your second pint of ice cream today.

“The doctor said slow down Star.” He hums, reaching over to run his hand over your somewhat swollen belly. You were only four months, and still kicking. But man were you a fiesty little thing. It was hard dating two people but still getting no action, it pissed you off. Everything was fine until you were in pain, and the doctor told you that sex while pregnant is okay but to be careful. Since then, they’ve both been extra careful with you. And much as you didn’t want to admit it- you were sure you’d give out if they gave in to you and gave you what you wanted.

“The doctor didn’t knock me up either.” You scoff. And Seonghwa made it so hard for you too. You and your partners had just gotten out of the bath- well, Hongjoong spent a bit more time in there like usual, but you and Seonghwa sat in the bed big enough for you all. You were surrounded by various pillows and plushies, wearing only a thin shirt with your hair wrapped in an older t-shirt. Seonghwa, on the other hand, laid there in only his underwear, the lower half of his beautiful body covered horribly by the blanket you had majority of.

A fucking tease he was. His semi-damp hair draping over his eyes, plump lips parted slightly at the sight of you..how beautiful you are.

“Hope you’re not having fun without me. That’ll be low.” Hongjoong scoffs, emerging from the bathroom in a pair of boxers. He comes over to peck your lips, and your stomach next, and then Seonghwa’s lips. The man had his eyes closed, hand still rubbing on that spot on your belly. You shifted slightly, pouting up at Hongjoong. It made him laugh.

“What’s that face for?”

“We’re not having any fun cause Hwa wants to be a fucking buzz kill.” The mentioned man chuckles, looking up at Hongjoong.

“The doctor said to tone it down a bit because of the last time, remember? She’s spoiled, can’t handle a “no” from anyone.” He sits up, holding his mouth open for a spoon full of ice cream- which you happily give to him. “Don’t lie.” you roll your eyes.

“That won’t do then, look at her she’s about to kill us both.” Hongjoong gets into the bed, on his knees as he stared at the both of you. “Our girl needs us doesn’t she?” He leans forward to peck Seonghwa’s lips once again, kiss lingering as they deepened the kiss. You could feel your cunt throb, but your stubbornness got the best of you. You glance away, pout littering your lips while your boyfriends made their way to you. Hongjoong’s hand parted your legs, you squeal feeling the cold air rush to your cunt. Seonghwa started to play with your breast, swollen nipples leaking milk. You moan softly at their touches, head tipping back.

“Just let us take care of you, and then we’ll sleep hm?”

“Would you like that, Star?”

“..Yes please.”

You were such a good girl. A good girl got rewarded, always. It’s how you got pregnant in the first place, neither of them could keep their dicks out of you to save a life.

“Oh..oh fuck- fuck right there- yes!…fuck-“

Your eyes watered as you stared up at the ceiling. Your legs shook, your whole body sensitive- every touch sending you over the edge. Hongjoong’s tongue glides over your clit, fingers pressing into the insides of your thighs to hold them open. You whined, hand tangled in his hair while he sucked on your sensitive bud. Body on fire, you felt everything. He didn’t lift a finger at all, head simply between your legs eating you out while he spread you open.

If this prepared you for birth then so be it. Soft lips danced over your chest. Tongue darting out to lick afterwards- hickeys, red marks covering the easily bruised skin. You felt your pussy throb, spasming at the feeling of your orgasm nearing.

“Seonghwa-“ Gasping for air, your hand found his bare thigh. His warm body slightly leaned over yours, mouth around your nipple. “oh-“ it felt strange, but he lapped and sucked at the milk, wet sounds leaving his lips while he toyed with the other. Milk dripping down your breast, pussy squeezing around Hongjoong’s tongue. You gasp, eyes shutting tightly, “Please-“

“I know baby..” Hongjoong lifts his head up to stare at your frame. How fucked out and tired you looked, on the verge of letting go…a mess they created. “Can barely keep your eyes open.” He dips back in, tongue furiously lapping away at your clit. Your body jolts, hand tightening its grip on Seonghwa- the man sucking your nipple like your milk was the best flavor in the world.

Seonghwa reaches up to cup your face, you glance at his lips: a smug smile on his face with milk trailing down his chin. He pecks your lips gently moving his tongue between your lips as you moan into his mouth. “..s’good…” you whimper. “m’cumming..”

your voice felt so small, slipping into a small space. you felt tired, worn out- fulfilled. you gasp, tasting everything on Seonghwa’s tongue, your juices spreading onto Hongjoong’s. You hum quietly, tiredly laying your head on Seonghwa’s shoulder as Hongjoong licked you clean. “All better?” Seonghwa rubs your belly. Nodding being your only response as you yawned, getting comfortable on the man. “Spoiled ass.” Hongjoong taps your thigh lightly, getting up to go get a towel. “..s’ fuck up” you flip him off, making Seonghwa laugh.

They exchanged a look when the other man got up to adjust your pillows, pecking your cheek while smiling. Hongjoong finished cleaning you up while Seonghwa held you, tired eyes finally shutting.

[lunicho]

can we please talk about how anton would be the type to turn over all of the stuffed animals on your bed so they "can't see" before fucking you

(send riize asks to @angeltsan)

STOP THIS IS SO HIM. he's the type to literally be balls deep in u like literally thrusting and if one of the stuffed animals fall over he'll like fix it up, sit it back up and pat it on the head like "im sorry :)" he's so cute 😭

[nyizg]

random texts w boyfriend!haechan

(forgot that I had this in my drafts……)

[inniessito]

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ︵ㅤㅤㅤ🍜 ㅤㅤ⏇ㅤㅤBy: @lallisvvㅤㅤ （ ♩ ◞◟）

SUMMER COMBO

[christronomy]

the angel's wings flutter slightly as shivers go down his spine, and he let's out a shaky breath. "we shouldn't be doing this..." is what he was about to say, but his breath hitches in his throat when you lean in to kiss his neck, the light pressure of your soft lips against his skin making him bite his lip and lean his head back subconsciously, providing some more room for you to kiss. his skin wasn't like a human's, in the sense that it was extremely clear, almost textureless, like porcelain, and soft like silk. it was also extremely warm and radiant, like he had been doused in a pool of light.

you'd always wondered what it would be like to touch him like this for as long as you can remember, and even now that you're finally doing it, it feels completely unreal. it doesn't feel wrong in this moment, but it also doesn't feel like it should even be possible to begin with. how someone like you, ended up with your hands on an angel—a holy entity, of all things... the odds really were in your favor. if this was a dream, you really didn't want to wake up.

he wasn't even trying to stop you as your hands trailed over his clothed body aimlessly, feeling the firmness in the muscles on his arms, on his abdomen, his thighs... even through the thick fabric of his tunic, you could tell his body was very well toned, and it made you ache for him even more.

you let your hands roave his body, pressing soft kisses against his collarbone until you reached his lips, perfectly plump and soft, like a cloud. like he was made of pieces of heaven. his tongue was already prodding at yours, wanting to taste you, and the more you touched and kissed him, the more he wanted. it was extremely dangerous for a being like him to do something like this, but it's you, and he's already so deeply in love... so maybe it's okay just this once, right?

he's so caught up his thoughts that he suddenly flinches, almost pulling away from you completely when he feels your hands trail up his back and touch the base of his wings.

hyunjin's wings are extremely sensitive to human touch, and you'd completely forgotten how much of a huge pet peeve it is for him when people attempted to touch them without his permission. you learned this in one of your earliest encounters, when he snuck into your room in the middle of the night again, the sound of the window opening startling you awake. it was the first night you realized his visits would become more frequent.

"jinnie?" you whine groggily, to which he lets out a soft chuckle as he sits on the edge of your bed, folding his large wings behind his back. your room always seemed a little brighter when he was in it, it's like he has a natural glow to his pretty pale skin. "hey you," he says softly, pinching your cheek affectionately when you scoot up to sit next to him.

"what brings you here at this time?" you ask, and he shrugs, smiling at you, his feathers fluttering a little as he does so. "it's just been a while," he says simply, leaning his head on your shoulder and unfolding one of his wings, wrapping it around you. it was a habit he'd picked up not too long after he met you, which was surprising to him, considering the fact that he never really liked physical touch all too much. being an angel who's job was to interact with humans eventually made you hate being touched, since for some reason humans always got handsy during encounters.

"it has..." you say, yawning a little as you lean into him, absentmindedly moving your hand up to play with his hair. the way it looks like it's made of pure gold has always intrigued you, and he secretly liked it when you ran your fingers through it for the first time, although it kind of annoyed him at first, since you did it without asking. but he understood that it was because you were curious. he'll only allow it if it's you, and you know that now, because he didn't pull away or jolt at your touch this time around.

but his wings were a different story. you'd noticed a stray feather that was clinging onto the wing he had draped over your shoulders, and didn't think about it before you reached out to brush it off, a soft gasp escaping your lips when he suddenly yanked it away from you, grumbling a harsh "don't...!"

you'd apologized and he was okay with it, but he was hesitant to even unfold his wings around you after that night. he recalled how scared you looked at first to even touch him after the way he'd chastised you so harshly for doing so, and he felt horrible for it, but now that this newfound desire between the two of you was rising a little more with every passing moment, the way you were kissing him made him feel things in his body he'd never felt before, and that meant that touching his wings made that feeling ten times harder to manage.

but now, he realized this time he didn't almost pull away because the sensation bothered him, it was because these new things he was feeling made them so sensitive to the touch, he almost let out a soft moan when your hand caressed his feathers. you opted for keeping your hand on the small of his back for now, your other hand trailing down to feel his thighs, tentatively inching upwards, and you let out a soft, shaky breath when you feel the bulge under the thick frabric of his tunic.

the way hyunjin is looking at you now is so full of danger. you're not even sure if this is right or wrong. your mind is too clouded from this intense desire you're experiencing to even think straight, but he hasn't stopped you, and you're too far into this to even want turn back now, but by the way he's looking at you, you can tell that he doesn't want you to either. it's almost as if he can feel the divine essence draining away from his body, being consumed by lust, dimming the light in his eyes but he can't resist you.

before he can even process what's really happening, he's got you pinned to your bed, one hand pressing against your lower abdomen, the other gripping your thigh tightly as his tongue teases you relentlessly, skillfully. it's as though he's done this before, like he already knows your body to a T. your moans are like music to his ears, and he knows what real music sounds like. he's an angel, for fucks sake—he knows what a real choir of angels singing sounds like, and it's nothing like anything in this world. but even then, your moans, the way his name drips off of your lips, sweet as honey, sounds so much better. the way you're tugging at his golden locks, pulling him impossibly closer is so much better than he could have imagined.

now he's inside of you, after having made you come on his tongue twice, and you're so sensitive you can't help the way your walls tremble and clench around him when he finally bottoms out. you feel divine. he's not sure if he'll ever be able to recover from this, although he knows he's too far gone now. his creator is surely not going to be happy when he confesses, although a certain part of him wonders if he'll have at least a little bit of mercy. love is a dangerous thing when there's too much of it, but love is also what makes up the very essense of him. surely the Creator should understand that, right?

you on the other hand, still can't believe this is even real, it's like you're living a dream within a dream. you can't help the way your hands instinctively move to touch the base of his wings when he gives you that first thrust, his cock kissing that gummy spot inside of you immediately. the sensation of your hands caressing the most sensitive part of him paired with your warmth gripping him so tightly have his head swimming in pleasure, and he can't help the sharp hiss that escapes him. he has to come inside you, claim you as his own, even if it costs him his entire existence.

"hey, jinnie... i'm curious. is being in heaven better than being here, on earth?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper as you cuddle closer to him, nuzzling your cheek against his bare chest. he nods, even though you can't really see his face. "i guess i can say it is better, in a way, because we're limitless up there. there's no pain or sickness... but if i had to choose, i'd say that this, being here with you..." he starts, staring up at the ceiling as he trails off, his fingers playing with your hair absentmindedly. some part of him is begging his god, his creator for mercy, forgiveness, and the other part of him could really give less of a fuck. you're the love of his life, but also the very thing that is going to make him lose everything, and probably end up turning him into something ugly. a monster... a demon. the very thing he'd feared his entire life. but he knows now that even if the whole world is against him, even if a god rejects him, you will still love him, regardless of what he becomes.

"this feels so much better. a thousand times better. everything is better with you, my muse."

[melleody]

i’m so glad that my dr boyfriend is just an original character that i made from purely my own imagination ,, that way i don’t see people shifting for my boyfriend & having to feel jealous ..

[hwa-hyun]

Prompt: “would you still love me if I was a worm?”

✰ who: skz ot8 x gn!reader

a/n: jumping on this trend a bit late! hope it’s somewhat enjoyable nevertheless, this is my first time working with fake chats

cw: mentions of poop in jisung one, excessive use of ‘babe/baby’, ‘<3’ and ‘😭’ because my imagination only goes that far apparently

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fun fact: han means ‘him’ in my language and ain’t that the realest thing ever

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