#remember how i had started this blog to write for txt

[not-everything-is-so-primitive]

time off-c.s.

choi san×AFAB reader

genre: smut(basically pwp), slightly fluffy

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i swear i never meant for a san pwp one shot to be my first work on my blog, but the brainrot is far too real, and i need distracting from my upcoming exams. anyway, here it is *chucks fic at you and casually runs away*.

warnings: marking, orgasm denial(kinda), the tiniest bit of a breeding kink, slight degradation but nothing super mean, mentions of oc's parents in a kinky situation (i swear i blacked out while writing this bit, your honour I'm innocent-), mentions of slight exhibitionism but nothing concrete, unprotected sex(the way i would NEVER do this irl, please wrap it up), mentions of that that san(yes it's a warning, we should have all been warned beforehand), san is slightly dominant, the mildest choking you could imagine, past kink negotiation/ exploration(very hot)

maybe it had been a while.

or maybe it was the shaky words san whispered in your ear as you reached your first peak on his fingers.

"you can leave all the marks you want today, baby." he whispered, while you arched off the bed, eyes shut tight.

san started to think you might not have heard him from the way you kept your eyes closed for a few moments longer, heaving as you came down from your high.

no such doubt was left when he saw the look in your eyes- both dazed and so focused at the same time.

san didn't need to look, to tell where your gaze was locked, as you darted with enough force to shove him away slightly, straight for your favourite spot.

the moment your lips connected with the junction between san's neck and shoulder, is when he let out his first proper moan of the night. that moan of course, serving only to egg you on further as you practically made out with his neck.

it was really such a pity. san had the prettiest neck, and let out the most sinful noises when you sucked on it. you had learned this during one of the first few times the two of you had spent the night -and the morning after- together. 

another thing you found out was that san bruised far so easily.

the morning after you had left kisses all over his neck and shoulders, the two of you stared at the multiple purple-pink bruises in horror(and a little bit of arousal).

needless to say, san had gotten into quite a lot of trouble when the bruises remained, almost mockingly obvious, even after 2 days.while the stylists had only lectured san, both you and your boyfriend were sat down in hongjoong and seonghwa's room to endure 45 minutes of pure torture. all while the both of you could hear yunho and wooyoung's obvious giggles from just outside the room.

that had been enough to stop at least one of you each time things got heated. the one time both of you had lost your heads, you had thankfully been interrupted by yunho barging in, preventing the mark from getting too severe. so the both of you had controlled yourselves. for so long.

no more.

with the latest comeback having drawn to a close and the members having the next week and a half off from any official schedules, it was time.

san started whimpering as you moved your lips to the spot right below the angle of his jaw.

that godforsaken jaw. the number of times you had wanted to mark it up, was ridiculous.

as you drew back a little and noticed the first site already darkening.

"oh baby, look at you" you moaned, making san squirm at the teasing tone of your voice. "i've barely even done anything, and yet you've been so deprived that the marks are already showing up?"

san took in a sharp breath."well it's you who needs it the most, isn't it my love? or do you think i don't noticed everytime you wrench yourself away from my neck, whenever you get carried away?" he teased.

"i bet you've been waiting for this day, haven't you? the day where you could mark me up like this, so everyone would know whom I belong to?" san continued, switching places with you so you sat on top of him.

"go ahead baby, you can shout it to the world, that i'm all yours- and always will be"

you melt at the last part-almost wanting to skip to taking him immediately- but quickly get back to the task at hand, while subtly grinding your bare cunt on the bulge that was straining against san's underwear.

god that fucking pair of underwear- you remember how badly you had been affected by that stupid logo peaking out while san performed his ass off to that that of all songs.

you turn your attention to his left shoulder, not wanting to leave it out, kissing and biting a few marks all over it.

san groaned even louder as he felt the tell tale cold trail of your saliva, dripping down his shoulder.

"my messy baby can't stop drooling over her boyfriend, can she" san teased, tightening his grip on your ass to press you even more flush against him.

you hummed in agreement, as you dipped even lower, to his left collarbone. san had the most delicate collarbones. you joked that they were the most babygirl aspect of him- practically begging to be bitten raw.

with san's neck, shoulders, and collarbones covered in your claim, you then turned your attention lower, kissing over his national treasure, as wooyoung would put it. slowly reaching the elastic band with that infernal logo on it, you looked up at your boyfriend of 2 years, pulling it away slightly with your teeth. san hissed once you let go of it- the band hitting him hard enough to sting slightly.

"come on baby, don't you have anything more to say?" you whispered, lips ghosting over his clothed crotch. "you couldn't keep your mouth shut just a few seconds ago, could you?" you question, giving san the most innocent eyes you could muster- while wearing nothing but a smile.

thinking you had gotten the last word, you reach for san's underwear with your hands, only to be met with resistance. 

san clutches your hands in his left hand, while gripping your jaw in his right. "oh baby, it looks like you might have misunderstood how things were going to go today." san and you didn't have the strictest roles in bed, and typically he'd let you set the pace, but it seemed he had something different in mind tonight. "now you can suck me off like you did with all these marks, and if you do a really good job, maybe i'll leave a few of my own on you."

oh he was cruel.

san knew that your only replacement for marking him up, was him marking you. you loved the feeling of walking around with your boyfriend's hickeys all over pretty much any exposed part of your body (and on a few unexposed parts too). nothing quite beat having a casual breakfast with san's members, while pretending to not notice how mingi's eyes would keep catching on your neck, just to quickly look away. the both of you would try to suppress your giggles as hongjoong would stutter through wishing you good morning- the leader not having any valid criticism of the purpling bruises on you neck. yunho had all but choked on his drink the time you had all been invited to a pool party, and he got an eyeful of just where san loved to mark you up when he goes down on you.

san looked you in the eyes with a question in his expression, as if to ask if you were okay with the shift in dynamics. you quickly nodded, pulling his boxers down and off of him, positioning yourself in between his legs. 

while it may be cheesy, you really did love being between san's legs.

you moved closer to his dick, and while not quite touching it, you looked down at it, with your best attempt at confusion. while you were far from innocent, you loved playing the naive girl whenever san took charge.

san, getting impatient, lightly tapped your cheek with it- the sensation immediately making you light headed- and your mouth opened, almost without your control. 

you delicately suckled on his tip while continuing to maintain eye contact with san. he had always liked to joke that no one could look as adorable as you, while giving a blow job.

you were in love.

san's breath grew heavier, as he carded though your hair lightly, almost apologizing for the way he'd be yanking on your scalp soon. "three taps, if you need to stop baby." he whispered, tipping his head back, as you traced your tongue against the underside of his cock.

you slowly started your journey to his pelvic bone, taking more and more of him, while making sure to control your breathing. you remember how you had barely been able to take san halfway, the first time you had tried this.

that wasn't the case anymore.

your boyfriend had moulded you to take him.

and he knew it too, of course. san took a firmer hold of your hair, while returning to look at you with an expression that was almost too tender for the situation.

"there you go, my love. you take me so well, like such a good girl." and you lost any and all thoughts that had been in your head.

as your eyes rolled back, san started rocking into your mouth, slowly inching deeper and deeper into you. your head progressively got lighter and cloudier, partly because of the lack of oxygen, and partly because of the situation, making you slip into a quietude mentally. as much as you loved having sex, san was the first person to introduce you to the pleasure in giving blowjobs.

the grip in your hair tightened to pull you off san, as you whined, looking up at him with a frown. "i want it." you whimper, trying to chase his cock, while he quickly pulled you away again, san's hands trembling slightly.

"you did such a good job baby, and you have absolutely no idea how even just looking at you so wrecked right now, is practically destroying any semblance of self control i thought i possessed." san replied with a small smile, wiping away some drool that had escaped the margin of your mouth.

"well-" you started, climbing onto san before he could stop you. "lose that self control quick, because i think you can already feel how ready i am." you said, as you slowly ground down on his thigh.

san mumbled something you couldn't quite hear, and pulled you onto his bed on all fours. he immediately dove for your cunt, leaving small kitten licks from your clit to your hole. 

you immediately lost all strength in your arms as san gripped your things and started sucking on your inner thigh, a mark that no one would see- at least until the next time the two of you decided to torture one of his members a little. your mouth once again dropped open to let out a sharp breath as your love lightly bit your clit, while pushing apart your legs a little more.

"do you need to cum like this, or can you wait for my cock baby?" san asked, practically smirking into your pussy.

"need you in me, sannie." you whined, sinking down onto the bed.

"well how could I ever say no to anything you ask me for?" san replied, the dominant persona slipping off for the night. "come here baby" he said, as he pulled you slowly onto his cock, groaning as he entered you.

"you were really made for me, weren't you darling? going to have to thank your parents for making the most perfect girl, for this cock." san said right into your ear, feeling the shiver that ran through you, and the tightening he felt  at his words. 

san had already met your parents and had even managed to impress your stern career soldier of a father. the idea of him saying something so filthy to your parents who had practically taken him as their son-in-law was…concerning.

san moved a hand to your lower belly, pushing you against him further. "thats my dirty little baby- such a good girl for the world, but an even better girl, only for me"

"only for you sannie." you echoed, reaching behind you to hold his free hand. you felt the steady climb in your core, signaling what was to come.

"i know baby, now cum for me sweetheart. be my perfect little baby and cum."

his words were all you needed as you tipped over the edge, the knot in your belly snapping as you repeated clenched around san. 

your orgasm was prolonged when you felt san bite your shoulder lightly, as he moved his free hand to press lightly against your throat.

it wasn't even hard enough to make you light headed- san and you had vigorously tested both your limits with choking a while ago, when you had both admitted to wanting to try it out. this wasn't anywhere near the level needed to actually choke you, but the mere feeling of san's hand wrapped around your throat like he owned you, was enough to make you go slightly loopy.

behind you, san lost his control, feeling you practically milk him. as he pushed into you one last time, cumming into your wet heat, he garbled out mess of barely coherent words "-good girl-such a good fucking girl-letting me mark you up inside and out-all mine-only my good girl-"

you whimpered as san slowly pulled out of you, him flipping you onto your back, whispering reassurances against your temple. he grabbed a wet wipe off yunho's side table and gently started wiping you clean, while simultaneously pushing pushing his dripping cum back into you with his pinky.

"i hope you're prepared for your members to get absolutely sick of of us for the next few days" your say, smiling into sans shoulder.

"oh, I'm counting on it. just imagine all the fake grocery store runs and studio visits they're going to have to come up with and leave us all alone in the dorm" san muses, already thinking of more obnoxious behaviour to get his roommates to leave the both of you alone.

"do you think you could fuck me over the kitchen counter again?" you ask.

"THAT'S WHERE OUR FOOD IS MADE, YOU DISGUSTING HEATHENS" you hear wooyoung yell from outside the room. "CAN I WATCH?"

[toytulini]

lightly defending Toshiro while also fully understanding Laois frustrations. as a bitch who let teachers call me the wrong name all through high school cos it was kinda funny

[blossom-hwa]

materializes on your blog's metaphorical doorstep hi lina :DD

can i get a uhhhh hanji best friends idiots to lovers au (where he thinks they've been dating for a while and get confused when mc confesses) ??

alright thanks lina :DD

- person who lives in ur walls

to the person living in my walls: please get out of there. it's really cold. at least let me give you a blanket. or accept this idiots to lovers au as a way to get warm idk it's so stupid and fluffy and everyone is an idiot so maybe it'll warm you up idk I'm rambling hope you enjoy

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

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Title: Expectations, Complications

Pairing: Jisung x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Genre: fluff, a pinch of angst, best friends to lovers, university!au

Warnings: cursing

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The minute Jisung hits play, you know you're fucked. 

Okay, no. Backtrack. Rewind. That's not where it starts—it's not even close. 

It starts in high school. Senior year, prom. No one asked you out, and no one asked Jisung, so you went with a crowd of your friends and their dates. You drank. You danced. You screamed and laughed and cried at the afterparty, and you ended up on the roof of the party house at four in the morning, drunk and giggly and Jisung's head on your shoulder. 

Still one of the best nights of your life, no contest. But it was in one of those moments, when you mumbled something incoherent and Jisung just giggled in response (before the two of you stumbled home together and spent the next morning nursing ridiculous hangovers in your respective houses), that you realized—that Jisung wasn't a friend. Not in the way you'd thought before, at least. That he was something else, something different, a friend and a thousand other things rolled into one—that you were fucked as hell for letting this happen. 

But no. Maybe not. Maybe it wasn't then. Not senior year, not prom, but when you finally got your driver's license in sophomore year and drove Jisung out to get boba at your favorite place for the first time. No need to ask a friend for a ride, no need to beg your parents to take you to get your stupid boba fix for the week. Just you, your parents' shittiest car, and Jisung in the passenger seat rolling down the familiar roads to the tiny little cafe, and then sweet drinks in hand with tapioca pearls chewy between your teeth as you watched Jisung laugh loud and hard, his eyes squinted against the afternoon sun. You didn't know, not then, but you did know. Somehow. You didn't but you did, and the image is burned into your mind and it's never once gone away. It never will. And that's how you know you're fucked. 

Except—it might not have been then. It could've been middle school, maybe. When someone kicked a soccer ball into your face and Jisung held your hand all the way to the tiny school clinic despite the fact that all middle schoolers thought holding hands was weird and gross. Or it could've been the summer before when you ran to the park together and jumped on the swings, rising higher, higher, higher into the air as the sun burned golden in the sky. Or maybe after the two week long fight you had (the longest one you've ever had, and you don't even remember what it was about) when you couldn't stand it anymore and decided to walk over to Jisung's house to apologize, only to swing open the door and find him on your doorstep first. 

It could have been anything. A thousand and one moments in time, spread out over the years that have passed. Elementary school, middle school, high school, your first years of college—boba stores, the mall in your hometown, the neighborhood park—it could have been anything. Any combination. But see, the point is—

It doesn't matter. 

It doesn't matter. None of it does. Not the exact day you knew, not the immediate second you realized, not the sheer length of time during which you've loved your best friend. Because you couldn't give an answer if someone asked, not to a single one of those questions, because with you, it's always been him. He's your beginning, your end. Your start, your finish. Everything you've ever known and wanted, everything you'll ever need. 

And so when Jisung hits play and the song he wrote for you begins playing through the headphones you bought him for his last birthday, you know. You've known all along, distantly, but now—

You know well and truly for certain that you are incredibly, irrevocably fucked. 

. . . . . There are tears in your eyes when the song finally ends and for a moment, Jisung's heart stops. Tears—what are they for? Happiness? Sadness? He didn't quite think that this song was—sad, per se, but maybe it was sadder than he thought, or too much too fast because after all you've only been dating for four weeks and five days—barely over a month—and god-fucking-damn-it now he's on the verge of hyperventilating because holy shit what if he just made the biggest mistake of his stupid twenty one years of life—

"I'm so sorry," he gasps out. 

You turn around in the chair to face him but he can't meet your eyes. "I'm sorry, it was probably such a shitty song, or like I shouldn't have let you hear it now—it's too early and you probably weren't ready I'm so so so so sorry—" 

"No!"

The sheer volume of that single word ends his rambling. Which is pretty impressive given that when Jisung is nervous, he tends to talk. And talk and talk and talk. Which is—bad. At least now. Because you're taking a deep breath, way too deep for you to be saying anything good in the next beat, but all Jisung can do now is hold his own breath and pray. 

Dear God, if you can hear me, I know I haven't been the best when it comes to believing in you and I'm still mad you didn't hear my prayers last semester right before my Calc II final, but if I've done even a single good thing in my life please don't make it so that I messed this up, not when it's barely been a month since I started dating Y/N.

"Jisung, I..." You take the headphones off, placing them carefully on the desk. Your fingers twist in your lap, a familiar nervous habit of yours that doesn't do much to quell the anxiety building in his throat. 

When you don't continue, Jisung opens his mouth. He can't help it. He needs to say something, anything, apologize again and pray that you'll help him forget this ever happened—

"I'm so sorry," you blurt out.

Jisung's heart drops. Shatters on the ground. I'm so sorry. He messed up, he messed up so bad—

"I'm sorry," you repeat, and your eyes are so shiny with tears it hurts. "I—I can't do this anymore."

He tries to speak. To move. Salvage something of this relationship. But nothing happens. Every muscle in him has frozen. 

"Jisung, I—" The tears start to spill. "I'm so sorry. I can't do this. I love you, I love you so much and I—it's not just as a friend—"

Wait. 

What?

"The song was beautiful." You're properly sobbing now, hands harshly wiping the tears from your eyes as you hunch over in the chair while Jisung still can't move. "Brilliant and lovely and I just—I can't. Because I know you just think we're friends—"

What the fuck. 

"—but I can't keep it in anymore, I can't keep just thinking of you as a friend because I love you, I've been in love with you for so long it hurts, and I—I won't be able to stand it if this song was just about our friendship because I—it would hurt too much—"

"Y/N."

Jisung's mouth moves without his brain telling it to. And to his surprise, you stop talking. He hadn't thought he'd quite spoken loud enough for you to hear. 

"I—Y/N." All the fear that's been building up since the start of your spiel melts away into pure confusion because—what the fuck? The two of you have been dating for a month now, four weeks and five days—he asked you to dinner and said "it's a date" and you didn't disagree, just smiled so widely and nodded—and he held your hand and you talked for hours and then he walked you to your dorm and—

"Haven't we been dating for a month already?"

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times. Silence stretches for a moment that seems way longer than just a moment, and then you finally open your mouth and utter a single word. 

"What?"

Oh, fuck. Now he's panicking. "I—I asked you out, right, like for dinner? A month ago? And then I said 'it's a date' and I—you said yes, I think if I haven't been hallucinating this whole time, and we got dinner and it was a date and then we kept going out—like to the amusement park last week? Just us? Were they—" And now for all his rambling a couple seconds ago, his voice dwindles to a whisper because his throat suddenly hurts and he's not going to be able to stand it if you say no—

"Were they not dates?"

Your mouth opens and closes. At least you've stopped crying, Jisung thinks helplessly. 

"I—I thought you meant that as a joke." Your voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and confused and god fucking damn it, Jisung really wants to hug you right now. "I thought—I mean, we get dinner together all the time, we do all these things together, I thought you were just being…normal?"

Oh dear. 

Oh fucking dear. 

"But it was just us two!" Jisung bursts out. You flinch. Oh, shit. Too loud. "Sorry," he apologizes, hunching into his shoulders. "But—I—it was just us two, all these times. Right?"

You blink about a million times again. "…Right."

"I meant them to be dates," Jisung says miserably. God, he's such a fuck up—how did he fail at asking you out this badly?

You swallow. Your throat bobs once, twice, a third time. "So we've been dating…this whole time?"

Jisung cringes. "I thought we were."

"Oh." You cringe too now, eyes riveted to your fingers twisting tightly in your lap. "Wow. I'm so stupid."

"No, I am." Jisung squeezes his eyes shut, then forces them open again. "Sorry. I should've been clearer—I mean, uh, assuming you still want to date, it's totally okay if you don't I guess—"

"No!"

Jisung freezes. No as in what? You don't want to date? You want to date? He shouldn't have been clearer? What—

"No," you repeat, voice softer now. "I—I really want to date you, Jisung. I really do." Your words are trembling but this time your gaze is steady. "I really, really want to. I'm just—I'm sorry I didn't realize it when you asked the first time."

Jisung laughs nervously. Scratches the back of his neck. "Well, uh, I probably could've asked better. More directly." He cringes. God, he's such a fucking embarrassment. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault I'm dense." You give him a little sheepish smile and Jisung nearly faints, it's so good to see a smile on your face after he just made you cry with a song. "Does that mean…this song…"

Ah. Yeah. "That was a song about you," Jisung says quietly. His ears are probably so, so red. "About how I…I really love you."

In your seat, you remain still for one moment, then two. Then, just as Jisung's about to start screaming out loud instead of just in his head because what if that was too much too soon too, you launch yourself off the chair and into his arms. 

"Oof."

"Sorry." Your lips move against his shoulder as his arms automatically slide around your waist, pulling you closer as he always has—since the day so many years ago when you decided to be best friends on the playground and sealed it with a hug. "I love you. A lot. And—" You take a deep breath, shaky in your throat but not with tears this time, just a little bit of a laugh. "I'm sorry I'm so stupid."

Slowly, slowly, Jisung's hand rises up your back. Comes to stop behind your head, holding you as close to him as he can. 

"It's okay," he murmurs, a smile finally beginning to curve his own lips. I love you so much. "And, uh. Don't worry." He cringes into you, but it doesn't feel so bad now. Not when he's pressed against your warmth this time and can feel your smile against his shoulder. "I'm a little stupid, too."

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A/N ~ Hello loves! If you don’t already know, this is my first fic on here! My name is L (more on me in my pinned post if interested), I’ve been on Tumblr for 10 years and writing in general for even longer so I’m definitely not new to either, though I’ve never written smut before so this is my first time for that. I really wanted to write this fic in particular as it’s something that plagues my mind every since this -> post/ask from @napofamoon. Even though now I made this about Hyuka hehe (tbh imagined it as him every time I read it after reading it the second time because he just gives me giant puppy vibes). I did use the ear thing here as well so credit to anon for that! This fic is actually the inspo to start this blog, along with the amazing TXT smut community on here that I’ve been secretly following for awhile. And I have to admit, this is quite self indulgent so… guess y’all caught me in 4K 😂. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it regardless and please let me know of any errors/thoughts you have! I know I’ve read this like 9 times and I think it’s pretty good, but I’m still nervous that there are some errors and y’all might not like it. Especially since it’s hybrid smut. But I don’t think there are any errors and I truly do like it, I just got hella anxiety so y’know. But enough of my rambles and happy reading :)

CW ~ Idol Wolf Hybrid!Hueningkai x afab!reader (not specified as a girl), Subby Top!Kai, breeding kink and a lot of it, creampie (remember this is just fantasy so don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), praise, uses of names such as Pup, Baby, Master & Mommy, definitely a petite reader so size kink for sure (he kinda manhandles her even though not intentionally cause he’s just a big ol’ puppy at the end of the day :(), pantie stealing, good bit of dirty talk, some pretty soft moments, consent is sexy type vibes, choking, biting, cockwarming at the very end, boy lowkey desperate and a bit of a perv. If I missed something, let me know!

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You’ve known Kai for a long time, having met when you both were 6 years old so him being a hybrid was never a secret to you. It was basically his opening line when he approached you during recess, barking at you and exclaiming that he had a tail, which he then promptly showcased. Being so young, you found it incredibly interesting and because you desperately wanted a dog more than anything when he asked if you wanted to be his master you of course said yes! Unbeknownst to you all that entailed, and how different a wolf, especially a wolf hybrid, was from an actual dog. But you didn’t care because your friendless and petless self basically now had both!

So for years you remained his master and as time went on you began to realize how big of a job it actually was. You didn’t even know how big of a deal having a master in the hybrid community was until many years passed. You were essentially a glorified babysitter that didn’t get paid. Hanging out with him 24/7, keeping him out of trouble when his animal instincts kicked in, letting him sleep curled up next to you on your bed, taking him on walks, being woken at 6am sharp with puppy kisses all over your face to take him on another walk. The boy basically lived with your family at that point. If he wasn’t so cute you would’ve wanted out a long time ago but he became your best friend you could tell anything to so you found it endearing having him be your shadow, even if his own shadow was much bigger than yours. So when he started to pursue his dream of being an idol of course you came along for the ride.

When he was finally in a group and they had plans to debut him, he begged the company to allow you to move in with him and his group mates, the leader, Soobin, the eldest, Yeonjun, Beomgyu and Taehyun. Then of course he begged you, to which you put up a fight and “reluctantly” agreed. Though truly you wanted to live with him just as much as he did with you, even though you’d never tell him that. Eventually debut came and after that a new place, bigger company and a lot of fame and well deserved recognition. Him and his members, who you became good friends with, were on top on the world.

Then he began having…hybrid issues. Essentially every hybrid reaches full maturity at a different age and what effects you the most is your sexual drive, making it an incredibly difficult time, especially to hide it. It’s like one day you wake up and your heat is so incredibly painful it’s nearly impossible to even walk or sleep comfortably. Kai is a late bloomer, he’s 21 and is just now starting his maturity cycle, making performing and recording content for the fans extremely hard. They already know he’s a hybrid but they don’t need to know when specifically he’s in heat and being the fact his ears pop out when he is, it’s not like he can hide it any. Though there has been one thing that’s been keeping him from losing his marbles: you.

He keeps telling you how much he loves you and how your comfort is the only thing keeping him sane at every opportunity. Cuddled up in your bed, in your lap, in your arms, as if he’s the one who’s 150cm. You just think the love and support is what’s helping him and that it’s not that horrific since he seems to be keeping himself together well and you know it’ll all pass soon enough. But truthfully, he’s absolutely losing it. Sure, you’re helping, but not how you think you are. The reason he’s constantly curled up to you or in your lap? Your scent. And not how you as a whole smells, how your pussy smells.

He’s a wolf deep down (even if he acts like a giant puppy) so he has an incredible sense of smell. Unlike how others can’t smell you down there without having to stick their whole nose up there, he just has to get within a few feet to smell it. Usually that is. But with how bad his heat has been as he’s now finally reaching full maturity, he can smell your pussy the moment he enters a room with you in it. If you’re arroused or on your period, he knows. And when you ovulate, it sends his instincts into overdrive. Which is why his head is always in your lap, he’s taking in deep breaths of your scent as close as he can get to your pussy without it being weird. You would think your scent would drive him more mad but somehow it’s comforting as it’s familiar but lately it just hasn’t been cutting it. So he comes up with a plan whilst you sleep next to him, completely unaware, in your basically shared at this point bed, to help him get the purest whiff of you in the morning. He then manages to contain his excitement and nerves of acting out his plan and proceeds to fall asleep, nuzzling into your neck.

You wake up the next morning to Kai lovingly cuddled up against you, holding one of the giant plushies you got him years ago as a birthday gift. It’s his day off so you don’t bother to wake him as you get out of bed, you pick out your outfit for the day and head into the bathroom. You sit your clean clothes on the sink then proceed to have your morning pee, washing your hands after. Now you turned on the shower to get it heated up before you enter and begin to remove your oversized shirt that once belonged to Kai, exposing your bare breasts to the cold air of the AC vent above you, hardening your nipples instantly. You take off your pretty royal blue panties and drop them down onto the floor on top of your shirt, now completely naked, you enter the shower and begin to clean up.

Once Kai hears the water running he wakes, taking time to scroll on Weverse before eventually getting up to act out the plan he made last night. He approaches the bathroom to come inside, at this point you’re not sure how long it’s been since you got in when you hear the door open but nonetheless you instinctively call out “Kai?” He freezes in fear that he’s already been busted but tries to remain as quiet as possible. Eventually his fear is alleviated after he hears you whisper to yourself about how you just must be hearing things. Then he spots them, the pair of royal blue panties you left on the ground. Instantly he can begin to feel his heart beat out of his chest as he carries out with his plan by picking them up and stuffing them into the pocket of his pajama pants before leaving the bathroom as quietly as possible.

You’ve always taken a long time to shower so he knows he has plenty of time to do the rest. So he sits himself down on your bed, pulling your panties out of his pocket and lifting them up to his nose, taking in all of your scent. The divine fragrance making his ears pop out and big cock grow in his pants instantly. He begins to lick the wet spot on them from the access slick due to your ovulation, relishing in the taste of you and fantasizing what it would be like to have his head in between your thighs, lapping away at your warm pussy as you moan under his tongue. Before he knows it, he’s pulled his pants and boxers down and is fisting his leaking cock as he has the panties up to his nose.

He takes his precum and works it around his shaft like lube, moaning at every touch, and begins wrapping the panties around him, using the bright blue material as friction. Unable to help it as his mind starts to wonder about it being your hand around his cock right now, getting louder by the minute. “A-ahh… master… mmm fuck…” He’s so fucked out already he doesn’t even realize the water has turned off, you’ve finished your shower and quickly you put on your towel to go wake Kai, who you think is sleeping. Noticing whilst walking out your panties are gone and quickly as you open the door you notice exactly where they went. Your missing panties wrapped around his throbbing cock. Kai, too far gone and eyes shut, doesn’t even notice you watching, “Ooh fuuuck, m-master.”

For some reason seeing him like this is unexpectedly turning you on and you can’t help but stand and watch as he works your panties around his fat cock. He’s much bigger than you expected, the sight of him playing with his cock and the sound of his moans making your pussy wet. “Mmm… oh shit… fuck, oh master,” he moans out loudly and shamelessly and just hearing him moan master that one specific time makes your body need release. You lift the towel and begin gathering your slick, bringing your fingers to your mouth to suck them clean, enjoying the taste before rubbing circles around your clit. You lean back against the wall, watching him intently, you slide two fingers into your hole easily and slowly. Once you hit your G-spot you can’t help but let out a soft, but just audible enough, “Aah, pup.”

The moment you do, Kai’s ears perk up and his eyes fling open to look at you, who is now the one unaware of the other since your eyes are closed. Slowly he gets up, getting close to you, watching in awe for a second as you touch yourself. You jump slightly as he leans into your neck and leaves a soft kiss, whispering into your ear “You know, master, I had a whole apology ready for being a bad boy if you caught me, but now you seem to need me almost as much as I need you.” You say nothing as he lightly tugs at the towel “May I please take this off?” You stare at him for a second, he was always so polite, now not being an exception as he awaited your answer, circling his hand around your inner thigh. You let out a giggle at the tickling touch before saying “We really shouldn’t… but… please do.”

That’s all the wolf needs to hear as he removes your towel and picks you up gently to then lay you on the bed, underneath him. He lets out a light moan at the sight of you, his beloved master, all exposed for him. In almost a pathetic whimper he goes “Fuck, finally, I’ve wanted you like this since the maturity cycle started, master.” Then not even a second later, he shoves his head in between your legs and begins leaving sweet puppy licks in between every fold of your wet pussy. “O-o-pup,” you almost shriek at the sudden stimulation “all you had to do was ask if you needed help.” You say as you run your fingers through his beautiful blonde locks and leave light scratches behind his ears as he eats you out the best anyone ever has. The boy lifts his head up, eyes already glossy, his face soaking wet all around his mouth to ask “Really?” before sticking his face back into your pussy. “Y-y-yes, anything for you baby.” You say lovingly in a near moan. “Then cum for me” Kai says into you, going back and forth from sucking harshly on your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue, his nose rubbing your nub when focusing on your hole. Watching your every move. “F-fuck, oh shit, pup, you’re gonna make master-“ “Please, cum for me, mommy.” Between how well he was eating you out, his words vibrating on your clit and his sudden use of mommy, you absolutely lost it, coming undone around him and cumming intensely on his tongue. Feeling your eyes roll back into your head, screaming his name so loud you knew if the other boys were awake they knew exactly what was going on. But that didn’t stop him from sucking your clit until it was swollen, until he knew you were coming down from your high.

Before you could even say anything he looked up from in between your legs, desperation in his voice, “Please let me make you a mommy.” You didn’t even know what to say to that but Kai didn’t leave any time to respond before saying “Please, I wanna fill your pussy up with my cum, mommy.” He began to get closer, moving up the bed, sounding even more desperate to the point he was basically whining “I wanna give you my puppies, wanna cum in my mommy’s pussy so bad.” Words you never thought you’d hear your sweet little pup say but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on immensely, making your pussy throb for him. Instead of letting him know that you just chuckled and went “Oh? You wanna make me a mommy? Want your cum dripping out of my hole, pup?” In a teasing voice. Kai bit his lip, nodding quickly as he stared into your eyes intently with those big brown puppy eyes of his. It was hard to believe at a moment like this he was a wolf hybrid and not just a dog hybrid. “Fuck, please.” He said, as he sank his head to leave kisses in between your breasts. “Okay, but you have to be a good wolf then.”

“I’m always good” he said in an almost upset voice, as if you were implying there are times he is not. But his near offended nature quickly went away as he ripped his shirt off and lined up his big, throbbing cock with your entrance. He began to slowly insert himself, being as gentle as possible, but due to his size, just his tip alone made your eyes roll back into your head. At this point you were also becoming desperate, moaning out “Just get it in there, already.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” He said. “You won’t, trust me, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” Kai looked at you as he gripped onto your waist with his big hands “Promise?” “Promise.” “Now just make me a mommy please.” Those words alone was enough for him to absolutely unintentionally manhandle you as he bottomed out in you, stretching open your walls to take him. You screamed which instantly made Kai have a worried look on his face. Until you moaned out “Oooohhhhh fuuuuck… good boy.” When the worried look turned to a grin of pride that he could make his master like this.

“You like that?” He asked as he started speeding up his thrusts. “Yes…” you muttered out barely audible between yours and, mostly Kai’s, moans and loud squelching sounds of his fat cock in your wet pussy. He began to hold your hands down and lean over your body so he could kiss you and whisper in your ear how beautiful you’ll look as a mommy as he borderline abused your cunt. His blonde locks becoming wet and falling into his eyes as his pretty ears and tail began to twitch. Speeding up so much, you genuinely feared that he might break the bed with all the creaking. At this point he had you in a mating press, breeding you so deep and fast, hitting your G-spot every time with the fat tip of his cock, making you wail. You could feel yourself dangerously close to cumming and so could he as your gummy walls clenched around him. “F-uck, I’m close!” “Me too” he groaned in response. “Go on pup, impregnate master, make her a mommy.” You yelled. And with that you came undone, and so did Kai, releasing his seed into you with a sharp thrust, leaning into your chest as your walls fluttered around him.“O-oh master, fuck, there you go, take my puppies.”

With so much stimulation he collapsed onto the bed next to you, his cock slipping out of your hole on it’s own. Despite it being very, very good, at this point you became needy for more so without a second thought you begin stroking his cock to make it hard again. Dazedly he looked up at you and asked “Not enough? You need more, master?” You felt something take over you as you responded with “The name is mommy.” Quickly you got on top and put his cock back in your now creamy hole, beginning to bounce on it. “I’ll take that as a yes then, mommy.” He giggled as he watched your pussy spread his cum on his cock like lube. “Well, I have to make sure you got me pregnant, pup” you say. Kai nodded and sat up, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck so he could leave bright marks on it, squishing your boobs against his broad chest in the process. Slowly reaching down to grab your ass whilst thrusting up into your hole. “God, my cum makes the best lube, but now I fear it’s leaking out too much.” He said softly into your ear. “Guess I’ll just have to fill this cunt up again.” He said in a near growl whilst bouncing you on his fat cock, furry ears tickling your face as he sucked on the sweet spot on your neck. “Fuck, right there” you whined as his right hand came up to wrap around your throat. At this point he was slamming your pussy so hard that his cum from before was splashing out onto his lap. That’s when you felt him shake, “Breed me full,” you said and before you knew it his warm load filled you up again as he bit your neck. You then screamed and began to cum yourself, pulling his mouth off your neck to look him in the eyes, “That’s my good boy.” You said as your hands cupped his sweaty face before leaning in to press a passionate kiss on his lips.

At that point you both were so tired you laid down onto the bed, your body still on top of Kai’s, him in still your hole. “You feel better now, baby?” You asked hazed. “Much.” He replied. To which he covered you both up with a blanket to take a nice needed nap. But not before you exchanged mutual ‘I love you’s,’ certain that definitely fixed his issues as you both fell asleep. More than happy to help him again if he ever needs it.

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[sevenseasofbangtan]

Hey people of Tumblr!

I know I haven’t been on this blog in forever (nearly a whole year), but I’ve just finished my semester (starting my summer semester soon unfortunately) and I’ve been in the mood to write.

There’s this project I’ve had in mind ever since I created this blog a few years ago, and I was waiting until I had written more content and developed a bigger community, but I feel like I’ve been limiting myself and it’s kinda killed my creativity and love for writing, so I’ve been thinking about getting your opinion and possibly starting to work on said project instead.

I’ve always been interested in healthcare, especially women’s health and paediatrics, and have recently began studying midwifery in uni. I’ve also always loved reading/writing about domestic and family-related subjects, and now that I’ve gotten more knowledge about those, I feel like it would be the right time to do so. I’ve noticed that a lot of times, when fanfics address subjects related to women’s health and parenthood (pregnancy, labor/birth, breastfeeding, the postpartum period, etc.), there are a lot of inaccuracies.

There are two things I’ve had in mind. My first plan was to start writing a pregnancy series, either for Stray Kids or TXT, since I’ve been obsessed with these groups recently (but I’m open to writing for other groups, depending on people’s interest). I remember reading those on Wattpad when I was a kid/teen and really enjoying them and wanting to write one of my own. Also, I’ve been seeing a lot of babies recently (during internships) and I’ve had major baby fever lol (my ovaries are screaming help), and thinking of my favourite boys as dads melts my heart! I don’t know if anyone else wants to read these kind of things though! Otherwise, if people aren’t interested, I was also thinking I could simply write some posts giving advice on how to accurately depict those subjects (to the best of my knowledge), replying to people’s questions, etc.

Is anyone interested in any of those options? Would it be worth it for me to write this kind of stuff? I’d really love to have feedback from anyone who reads or writes fanfics, or anyone who comes across this post (whether it’s a like, a reblog, a comment, or an ask on my blog), but I know my blog is pretty small and unknown, so I don’t know if this will reach a lot of people, or if anyone will take the time to read all of this, so I guess I’ll just see what happens!

[soobinies]

CHOIYEONJUNS END OF THE YEAR POST!

2022 is over and i just want to say how thankful i am towards all of you. thank you all for making my 2022 so wonderful and so amazing. thank you for following my blog and liking my content. I appericate and love every single of you

i had a nice format and everything but tumblr kinda screwed up from my end so i had to rewrite this ksjfksdf (i had alot more to say but anywaysss) here are the people who i love and enjoy seeing on my dashboard 

not in order but sam and woo are first 

@kangtaebins @yeonjuins @y2kjungkook @hueningkai @kyubins @kai-hoon @beomgytual @wabisaba (tagging both your blogs) @changbeens @awek-s  @kthyun @yeonjungender @yeonjune @seonghwaminho @seungkwan-s @heejakes @beomgyus @yjunies @97chwe @20cm @woneko @injunnies @junjunies @yukuz @yutito @racha @caratonce @carrotscake @wonjinist @digitalgirls @loweater @usertae @je9ngguk @yoojimz @polaroidlove @jaeyunsim @kdongyoung @choi-soobin @junranghae @loserline @hansolz @dokyeomblr @ohoshi @jakehoon @mingyuskim @yeeonjun @hwngintak @jihan @boba-beom  @jhoons 

thank you all for following me ^^ now im writing these two messages to my top 2 favorite people on this site. they know who they are

@kangtaebins - okay i dont even know where to even begin. the taehyun to my yeonjun! my boba bestie buddy (i swear one of these days we will meet and i will take you out for cheesecake and boba (along with woo of course) besties date) you know how to make me weak but anways!! hi sam!. thank you for being a part of my life and tumblr experince. so happy to have you as my friend, you are very important to me and i love you so much. im also very happy to gotten so close to you this year, we literally talk 24/7. I swear i dont even remember when we started talking so much and the days we don’t talk i miss you and  i always think “hmm i wonder what sam is doing, i wonder if she’s doing okay, let me check up on her and tell her that i’m proud of her” I enjoy the little gif war we have and i love suprising her with taehyun gifs because i know how much she loves him and i love reading the her tags. i have said this bunch of times but im super grateful to have her as my friend and i will never get tried of her. i love her alot and if anyone makes her sad i’ll come for you. (i dont know if i said enough and i had much more to say but tumblr glitched sjkfjkfks) ILSM! i enjoy seeing you on my dash and im always so proud of the things you do. i really hope 2023 brings you happiness and i hope you have a chance to see txt in concert. (or maybe you can come to california and we can see them together~<3) iloveyou!

@yeonjuins - hello woo~<3 the beomgyu to my soobin~ the heeseung to my sunoo~<3 see the icon? yeah thats us, little sister i never had. i think of you as my little sister. so happy to be your friend and happy that i started talking to you more this year. i enjoy making beomgyu content for you and i love reading your reaction because you are so funny. dont even get me started on how much i you inspire me to start making gfx this year bc the stuff you make is suppper amazing like please teach me your ways. thank you for coming into my inbox and making me feel loved becuase little stuff like that truly makes my day. i love sm and i hope you 2023 brings you happiness 

to sam and woo. i really hope we can continue to be friends in 2023. i love you both and i wont evet get tried of saying that

[jungkookstatts]

안녕하세요, 여러분!

[Translation]: Hello, everyone! 

Hah, this makes me shy lol. Please bare with me. 

Anyways, welcome to the blog!

Recently, I’ve been overcome with this gut feeling that I should finally launch this blog. I’ve been writing for years now, but I’ve always been so shy with social media, expressing personal self, and showcasing writings. So, I never really had the courage to post. 

But, as apart of my new years resolution, I will let it all go and express myself like how I wanted to within the last few years. I am excited, nervous, and slightly razzled by the fact that I’m really going through with this. But I am ready. 

A little about what I intend to post:

This will primarily be a BTS blog. Though I love every member, the majority of my writings are y/n scenarios with Namjoon, Yoongi, or Jungkook. I have writings for everyone; however, i tend to feel more confident with my writings with the prior three boys.

I do write 18+ scenarios, so adults only!! My writings will also always be female x male, not because I am against pairings with other genders, but because that is what I am most used to writing and am more familiar with. Still, if you identify as any other, you are always welcome to read. I intend to keep this space as a strict respectful zone to all people.

Another disclaimer: I do not own BTS or anyone else I choose to incorporate in my writings. I write with them in interest as apart of a fictional story — as a face and personality that is unique to them (in real life and in a story) — but never to disrespect, alter, or manipulate to fit my or others standards. Their respect comes with the respect of anyone else.

Now for formatting, here is how I will organize my writings in post:

Title

[picture heading]

Summary: [2-4 sentences]

Theme/Tags: [EX: Highschool!AU, Non-Idol!AU, Yoongi x best friend’s sister!AU, etc.]

Rating/Disclaimer: [18+/A/Smut/S/Mature/M , Fluff/F, Angst, Romance, etc…]

Word Count: [x,xxx words]

Author’s Note: [me blabbling]

A little about me:

Hi!

You can call me Sae, if you’d like.

I am a double-major, third-year university student! I do take Korean there! It has been just about a year and a half since I started learning it, and I love it to the core. It is really such a beautiful language and culture, and I am so glad I went through with taking it. I could talk about it for hours! 

As for BTS, I have been a fan since I was in 8th grade…so 2015-2016? My first ever bias was Taehyung…ofc lol. However, I have been a Yoongi bias since around 2017-ish. Bias wrecker? I bet you can’t guess…Namjoon and Jungkook. Unfortunately or fortunately (however you view it), BTS was the only group I was able to fully get into and know. I love and listen to other groups like TXT, EXO, ATEEZ, Red Velvet, TWICE, etc. But I never got fully into them to the extent I did BTS.

As for other fics or posts you might see around here, I am a hard-core weeb. So, you might see some anime character’s on here. However, with a recent off-the-bandwagon mishap since entering uni, it has been quite a while since I have even watched a show. I intend to get back into it. We will see where life takes me. 

So, yeah! I hope you like what I end up posting! Feedback is always appreciated. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out! 

Again, I do not tolerate hate, disrespect, or anything malicious on my blog. If I suspect or if it is outwardly posted that someone intends on coming after me or anyone else on this blog, you will be reported, blocked, and otherwise removed from my page. Please remember human decency and practice being kind to others!!

Other than that, happy holidays and happy new year! 휴일 잘 즐기고 새해 복 많이 받으세요!

[sugarcherriess]

Uh. Heyyyyy, how y’all doin 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

I’M NOT DEAD 😋🥰😘 I just went off the grid for a while just because I have been working constantly since last year and then one day I woke up and was like “I don’t wanna do anything anymore” and didn’t realise two weeks have passed since my last update😭😭😭😭

HOWEVER I HOPE YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN WELL AND HAVING FUN AND LIKE EATUNG FOOD AND DRINKING WATER

A few updates and reviews:

1. I’m a university professor now 👁👄👁

Monday will be my first day. Remember how we used to joke about my students coming across my blog. Yeah 👤

2. TXT COMEBACK

BRO????? STRAIGHT FUCKING FIRE?????? LIKE I HAVE NOT STOPPED LISTENING TO DEVIL BY THE WINDOW BEOMGYUS SEXY PART?????? THE TREMENDOUS BEAT???? TINNITUS???? OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK THEIR OUTFITS ARE SO SO FUCKING GOOD I LOVE THE CHOREO SO MUCH. 100000000000000000/10. Chefs kiss. “Stay you can stay if you’re tempted to leave” i will keep you as my sex slave do Not tempt me.

3. The Boyz comeback teaser

The. I. He. Yeah. High quality movie trailer fs. ♾/10. I’m so excited for it i already want to inject it in my veins.

4. Beomgyu

I want him so bad you don’t understand

5. Hyunjae

I. I can’t seem to stop crying about him to pup every other night so like improvement🤙🏼 im still emotionally constipated bc Hyunjae 🤢🤢🤢 but yk. Also his. Teaser photos for the. Book. Im malfunction every tims I remember bwbsbbdjskqoanan NOBODY LOOK AT HIM HES MINE.

6. Cats&Soup

I love this game so much. Pup introduced me to it and I haven’t stopped playing it. Another reason why I haven’t been on here. I kind of just woke up, played catsnsoup, fell asleep

7. This blog

I put this at the end because I didn’t want you to wanna kill me right off the bat. NO IM NOT CLOSING THE BLOG. I love love love interacting with all of you so much and i wanna keep it going but honestly i have no motivation to write anything. Even though my recent even requests are all so fucking good like i Want to write them but im so tired and im going to be tired after my classes start– both student and prof wise.

I’m not saying I’m gonna stop writing or not do the requests. I WILL. I’m just saying that updates will be real slow and I do hope you guys don’t get too impatient. Writing fics was a big part of my routine last year even though i was so occupied but now it’s going to have to be a hobby instead since i have so many more priorities i need to juggle I KNOW IM SORRY BUT IT CANT BE HELPED 😭😭😭��😔😔

8. I love you

Im sorry if i worried you guys bc I disappeared out of nowhere but i didnt plan it at all honestly i had no idea its been so long. But thank you so much for still thinkign of me and keeping in touch i love you fr😔💘💘

[astrolaurical]

GUIDELINES

—subject to change at anytime—

1. I am not a kpop tarot blog. I sometimes tag my reblogs of kpop tarot blogs as those. While I am an astrology and tarot witch, I do not pull cards on people who have not consented. Asking me to pull cards for celebrities I do not know and have never met means them not being able to give consent. Have you ever had that tingly feeling on the back of your neck that someone is watching you and you turn around and no one is there? That’s what kpop celebs are probably feeling 24/7 as people are doing readings on them and trying to tap into their energy. Me pulling cards for my friends that ask? Sure! An anon asking me to pull cards? Maybe. I might charge you though. You are constituting my time, spiritual energy, and effort to channel for you- a stranger.

2. I prefer astrology asks about bts and any other celeb. I am happy to answer those all day!

3. I love doing deep dives and analyses. Any questions that require learning, I love!

4. I have the right to refuse or delete any ask, or to turn off anonymity. Respect me, I respect you.

5. This is my personal blog. I will reblog or post whatever I fancy, as I have been for a decade.

6. Because I do have thousands of followers, I try to keep as vague as possible. Please do not pry. If I do drop little snippets of my life, enjoy but do not dig more. This is just for general internet safety overall.

7. I do not have a set schedule for anything. Writing is a hobby. Let me enjoy it please without constant asks about when I will post something I have not finished. I am immensely thankful that you appreciate my writing, but I do have responsibilities outside of this blog I have to attend to that often prevent me from immediately being able to update my writing. Also, sometimes writer’s block.

In the process of being vague, I will say that I am on a journey of setting better boundaries. If I sound harsh, remember you are reading text in a tone from a person you have never met. Read this in your own voice in how you would say this to someone you are trying to sign a contract with. It should sound professional, calm, empathetic, assertive but not aggressive. If you see it otherwise, ask yourself why you do.

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EDIT 2/11/23:

I think I will start taking requests in my inbox as well as doing my usual analyses. Requests take less time to do and are sometimes a welcome break from my multiple page long analyses that I write that often leave me stuck in writer's block.

I reserve the right to refuse a request if it is too invasive to an idol's privacy or I if I sense some ulterior motives behind the ask.

Groups I am a fan of: BTS, GOT7, Seventeen, Blackpink, Red Velvet, Taeyeon, SNSD, Everglow

Groups I either only listen to their music or only watch their variety shows: TXT, NCT, Stray Kids, EXO, Twice, Loona, New Jeans, Shinee, AESPA, GWSN, Monsta X, Nuest, Wanna One

OPEN REQUESTS

MTL

any scenario or reaction question

18+ questions

any astrology questions

CLOSED REQUESTS

ANY type of compatibility question

masterlist

[mingi-bubu]

14. “Yes.  No.  I don’t know.”

fictober22~

*once again slaps my blog like it’s the top of a mini-cooper and i’m a car salesman* back at it again with the lore of a fantasy!verse i didn’t realize i was going to write again in for a while!  while this is a pre-relationship fae!wooyoung x gn!elemental manipulator!yn, the story is actually platonic light manipulator!yeosang x gn!elemental manipulator!yn

fantasy!verse, mentions of other ateez members, twice dryad!sana, svt werewolf!mingyu, and txt wer-fox!yeonjun and werewolf!beomgyu, angst, uni au, prequel to 76 Kisses’ Prompt #51, ~1.2k

fictober22 masterlist | prompt #51

“So, how’s it going with Captain Clueless,” Yeosang asks as he sidles up next to you.  He sits down in the open seat of the stone bench next to you, and you feel the unnatural warmth that accompanies him on your skin.  You find it funny that even when he dyes his hair dark, it still looks like he has a halo encircling him.  It’s not solid like the heavenly beings’ are, but Yeosang’s has a similar effect in terms of appearance.  His expression, you see out of the corner of your eye, is plain, but he has a sparkle in his eyes that is more than just his power’s doing.

You let out a sigh, resigning yourself to this distraction.  You had been studying, peacefully even!, at one of the many picnic tables that litter the quad.  The sound of humming of the sirens in the lake next to the low wall that separated it from the quad was nice background music to it all.  The border spells that the university’s maintenance department cast on the low walls masked the Siren’s Spell enough to keep from wandering into the lake to follow their call.

With a roll of your eyes, you look up from your textbook.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  Yeosang is sitting facing the wrong way, his back to the table as he leans on it with his elbows.  He had been bugging you for weeks now about what did, or rather, what didn’t happen with Wooyoung at the wers’ party he dragged you to because Yeonjun told him about it.  Damned fox.

“So you two haven’t talked about it yet?”  He sits up and faces you, his left leg coming up and bending at the knee.  

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you retort, knowing that Yeosang knows you don’t believe yourself even as you say it.  It doesn’t help that the air around the two of you cools as you speak.  Temperature and elemental interactions were something you struggled with, and your control got worse when you felt stressed.

Even though you don’t really believe yourself, your statement was true.  Nothing had happened between you and the fae that night.  Something could have, but it didn’t.  You still don’t understand why, if you were being honest.  And despite knowing Yeosang has heard it all already a thousand times, you go over what didn’t happen again.

“I mean, even if there was something to talk about,” you start.

Yeosang interrupts. “There is.”

You glare at him. “If there was,” you say again, “it doesn’t make sense.  Even both Gyus had left us alone by that point.”  You could excuse Beomgyu; he was still a pup compared to Mingyu, who should have stopped acting like one by this point.  “So there were literally no interruptions in the back garden of the manor.  Even Sana left her tree to give us privacy!  Which is, like, practically unheard of nowadays!”

Dryads leaving their trees at will was a form of the past, not the present.  Not with the many dangers that came to their homes.  Granted, the manor where the wers’ party was being held is under the magical protection of the university.  So Sana leaving her Sakisima-suonoki wasn’t atypical.  She had to get to class, of course.  But even now, with how long you’ve been in this protected area, it was still jarring.

“And we were alone, right?  And he was in front of me, and there were fireflies around us,” your tone is wistful, remembering the scene.  You don’t realize one of your hands had started to sketch the scene in front of you and Yeosang.  You became lost in the memory, thin lines of fire following the paths your finger cast in the air.  “I didn’t even process the howling and yowling from the wers in the manor.  And wind ruffled his hair, the fireflies’ lights glinting off his black hair and turning it almost red.  His eyes… they shone gold, and we were standing so close.  And he leaned in and I thought…”  You come back to yourself, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping your mouth, the taste of it bitter on your tongue.  “But no, it wasn’t to be.”

The portrait of Wooyoung in fire goes out, smoke taking its place before that, too, disappears.

You look over at your friend, his face decorated with a frown.  It also appeared like the light that is always with him had dimmed, much to your surprise.  “I’m sorry, Yeosangie, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He opens his mouth, but lets out a sigh instead.  He breaks your gaze, blinking as he tries to pull his thoughts together.  Looking off to the side, not unusual for him, he asks you, “Well, do you want a relationship with him?  I know you’ve been talking about how nothing happened, but… Well, do you want something to, really?”

“Yes.”  You answer immediately.  And then the memory of Wooyoung smiling politely and stepping back from you, the fireflies dispersing as he did, floats to the front of your mind.  “No.”  You huff out a frustrated breath.  “I don’t know!”  The words come out as a whine.  “I don’t even know what’s going on in his head half the time.  If he just told me–”

Yeosang snorts, his gaze returning to yours.  “Yeah, because that’s what the Fair Folk are known for.  Their straightforwardness.”

“Oh, shut up,” you say, pushing at his arm with enough force to make him sway.

“I’m just saying,” he teases back.  A beat of silence pushes between the two of you before Yeosang starts speaking again.  “Why haven’t you talked to him yet, YN?”

Silence falls between you again as you really think about your answer.  Why haven’t you?  It’s not like there haven’t been plenty of opportunities since that night.  Well, after the few days after where the two of you avoided each other like selkies avoid leaving their pelts around.

Yeosang seems content to let you think as much as you want, taking to a favorite pastime of his: finding a reflective surface and playing with witches’ familiars.  You break the silence.  “I think that… I haven’t talked to him because I don’t want to lose him.”  You say slowly.  Yeosang stops playing with the creatures, and listens to you as you explain.  “He’s such a good friend,” you say earnestly, “and I really don’t want to lose that.  Not because of some fleeting fancy at the thought of being his and him being mine.  He deserves better than that.”

“YN,” Yeosang says softly, “I think the S.S. Fleeting Fancy left the harbor a long time ago.  Probably a month after you met him.”

“I know,” your voice is equally soft.  “It has.”

“You should tell him,” he encourages.  “Wooyoung isn’t going to be a dick about it if he doesn’t feel the same way.  You know how Fair Folk are about love.  And even if his kin weren’t like that, he isn’t either.  The worst that happens is it’ll be awkward again for a few days, like it was after the wers’ party, and the two of you will be back to kicking it and teasing Seonghwa.  You know this.”

“Yeah,” you take a deep breath and let it out.  You make a conscious effort to not blow the leaves off of the tree a dozen or so feet ahead of you.  Manipulating air when you were distracted was never a good thing for anyone.  “I’ll talk to him.  Thanks, Sangie.”

[amazingmrbrock]

I've been writing a story for a game for a few years now. Actually its mostly just been world building and story concepts that withered on the vine. Lately though I'm pushing hard with an actual story in the world I've been creating for all this time. I've recently started trying to actually build it into a game instead of just a bunch of txt files in a carefully curated set of folders. The latest part is the hardest though. Its hard to think about the whole thing because every time I think about how much writing I've been doing. Every single time I look at the work I've been doing and the lore and dialogue and character details I've created I think to myself.

"Look at all this stuff I've written, I love it!" but in the quest corners of my mind ~Is it really writing if its not published? Is a story a story if nobody sees it?~

This thought may be extra powerful for me because of my long running inability to finish projects. My backstory is littered with creative ventures that I lost steam on midway through. Who am I to say that this project will be any different.

In a realistic sense I have spent more time towards it over a longer period than any other project I've started. I've also managed to keep the majority of my projects focused around the idea of making video games. My real driving passion. I may not have finished any for a variety of reasons I consider valid. Why finish something that I don't like? Or why spend the time fixing something I'm not super invested in when I could just move on. And so I dropped numerous simple boring games mid project.

As I went through learning to program I more and more was chasing simple to develop games. I personally don't have much interest in an asteroids clone or a simple platformer thats light on story. So I moved on with my life, I needed to reappraise my personal creative goals.

Eventually I realized or decided or remembered that I loved writing and the thing that I always really wanted to explore with video games was the potential of strong writing. I want to make narrative focused games that are designed entirely writing first. None of this coming up with cool game mechanics and wrapping a story around it. I want the story to influence the gameplay.

And so with that decided I started what eventually became the project I am working on now. As I've worked on it my passion for writing has been rekindled. It was something I spent a lot of time on as a teenager but as I moved into adult hood I dropped it. To some degree it was intentional based on an idea that I couldn't write anything good until I had life experience to back it up with. And then I forgot for nearly two decades.

But now its back, I remember how much I love putting words together. I used to write so much. Blogs, poetry, songs, stories, rants, "articles", little advice columns. Just so much random writing and I completely forgot about it for years.

So anyway I don't know why I just made this big wall of text. I wanted to write a blog post and complain about imposter syndrome and document my rediscovery of (my love for) writing.

I don't know when I'll finish the game I'm working on and finally be able to call myself 'a writer' without the ghost of insecurity crawling up my spine. I'm just going to keep on course with what I'm doing though and hope that life / adhd don't derail my plans for too long.

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tw: vomit

from then to now ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

the last time changbin had been sick was predebut. he’d been pretty new to the company and very young - he hadn’t been nervous about any of it up until that point, but something about the fever or the chills or the nausea or the loneliness had welcomed the homesickness that, up until that point, he’d had no trouble shutting out.

now, years later, he felt just as small sitting there on the bathroom floor, stomach aching. he was determined not to cry this time. it’s not like it would help, anyway. what would help, he hoped, was medicine, so he forced himself to his feet, and scoured the bathroom cabinets for something to help his stomach. he came up empty, nothing but a spinning head to show for his efforts.

changbin thought to himself that he should look harder, or go out to a convenience store to get something, and then he sat heavily on the ground in front of the toilet again, right back where he’d started. his ears felt so much like they were stuffed with cottontails that he actually stuck his finger inside to be sure. it wasn’t just that, though - everything felt fuzzy, and weighted down. he didn’t feel strong enough to carry himself, so changbin laid his head on the cool toilet cover, thinking, as he drifted off, about how gross it was, but also how convenient.

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changbin woke up to his stomach muscles clenching and ready to forcibly eject anything in his belly. he scrambled desperately to open the toilet lid and jumped at the noise it made when he succeeded, but he stayed firmly put. changbin didn’t have much of a choice. his body’s actions were out of his control for the next five minutes, dredging up more and more vomit. he shuddered during one of the few breaks he was awarded, wiped the mess off of his face using toilet paper, and had just a few seconds to wish that someone would wake up and help him. even as he thought it, changbin felt guilty; first and foremost, he wanted his group members to be healthy, and that included receiving a proper amount of sleep.

of course, he couldn’t linger over the thought for too long, as he was promptly being sick once again, but the sense of loneliness pressed on, more present than before, and he felt tears - not just of exertion - prick his eyes. he’d wake up tomorrow to a house full of too-loud boys, but for the time being, changbin felt really, truly alone for the first time in a while.

so, when a blanket fell on his shoulders, he just about jumped out of his skin.

“sorry,” a voice said, and changbin immediately relaxed, and then almost felt like laughing.

there was a part of the past that he’d forgotten. when he’d been sick all those years ago, he hadn’t been alone. chan had been there, the whole time, and here he was again.

“hyung,” changbin said when he was able, throat raw and tasting of bile, “you’re here again.”

changbin didn’t realize he’d been expecting chan to read his mind until he saw the confused look on the older man’s face.

“you must have a sixth sense for when i’m sick,” he explained - and then he hesitated. chan looked… well, regretful wasn’t quite the right word, but something about his expression made changbin feel bad. he cringed, and wiped tears from his cheeks.

“sorry, i mean– you’re always stuck taking care of me. you don’t have to, hyung, you should get some sleep.” the words pained changbin to say, even though they were entirely true. chan seemed to feel similarly, sitting ramrod straight, suddenly, face crumpling into an expression that was, very clearly, regret.

“oh, no, bin, no. i don’t–” chan hiccuped, and something suddenly clicked in changbin’s fevered brain, the final piece of the puzzle of the past coming together. chan kept talking, explaining how he couldn’t sleep anyway, and changbin nodded, but his mind was on a different timeline.

not long after he’d been sick, back when he was still a trainee, he remembered hearing that chan had caught his bug. back then, changbin hadn’t had a clue of chan’s illness until well after he was healthy again. he’d felt infinitely guilty for it - for not returning that favor - but chan himself and some of the other older boys had reassured him that it wasn’t his fault. chan was just really good at hiding things like that.

pushing his own nausea as far away as possible, changbin inspected chan closely. he really was good at hiding things, changbin thought. still, there were cracks.

in the dimly lit room, changbin couldn’t hope to tell whether the other man was sweating, but he did catch him wiping his brow. he caught chan shivering, once, his whole body shaken by a tremor, and after that changbin could see that the trembling never really stopped. and then changbin noticed chan’s hand moving to his stomach, hesitantly.

changbin spoke with every ounce of tenderness his body possessed. “why are you still up, hyung?”

the words came out sad, concerned, and warm, but chan didn’t seem to notice. he simply shrugged. “couldn’t seep,” he said, eyes darting away from changbin. “you know, the usual - i told you before.”

changbin thought that was probably part of it, but highly unlikely to be the whole story, especially when a heady belch escaped chan’s lips. he covered his mouth, quickly, with the back of his and, but there was really no way for chan to hide that once it had happened.

feeling nauseous once again at the sickly noise but determined, changbin stood, and walked over to chan. he put an arm around the older man’s shoulders.

“c’mon, hyung, i think i’m done. let’s switch.”

finally, chan relented, kneeling in front of the toilet. he was shaking, still, more now, but he turned towards changbin again, shaking his head.

“you don’t have to stay here, bin. you should get some rest.”

“hyung!” changbin scowled. maybe it was his fever getting the better of him, but he felt tears of frustration wet his eyes again. “let me help you,” he demanded. “please.”

a lot was the same now, as it had been. chan had always been a steadiness, not just for changbin, but for all of the members. he did have a sixth sense for when any of them were sick.

but some things had changed. changbin had gotten older - more stubborn, some would say, but he just wanted to do things right, this time. he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

he couldn’t tell if chan understood, or if his body had decided he’d run out of time, but it didn’t really matter. changbin stayed stubbornly where he was, kneeling next to chan as the older man threw up.

changbin’s own stomach flipped immediately upon seeing chan be sick, but he repressed the urge to vomit by sheer force of will. chan kept mumbling silly things, like “i’m okay,” and “don’t worry, bin,” in between possibly the most violent rounds of puking changbin had ever seen.

it wasn’t like he didn’t get it, though. watching someone he loved suffering like this - it was hard for changbin. every time chan gasped for air, changbin felt like he was drowning with him. every time chan whimpered at the force of a heave, changbin felt a little bit like crying.

he would have felt very useless, if he hadn’t felt the comfort of chan’s presence in the past. it felt odd, to changbin, to stand there and just rub chan’s back, but he knew it meant something.

he felt it, later.

when chan was about finished, just about ready to lean back, relax, and then try to sleep off the remnants of the bug, chan’s stomach rebelled one last time. it was an inopportune moment, and chan was too slow to get back over the toilet in time, so when his stomach muscles tightened, he curled over himself. the very little that was left in his stomach ended up as a dark brown stain on his shirt, and even after that chan kept retching. when he finally was done, for real, chan’s eyes were scared and pained and open, vulnerable in a way changbin hadn’t seen before.

shaking, chan reached for changbin. “bin, what– what’d i do,” he said, looking his shirt. “i can’t - what do i do now? i–”

“hyung! hyung, it’s okay.” changbin had the urge to laugh, once again. “do you remember what a mess i was, a couple years ago?”

chan’s lips twitched uncertainly. “but you’re sick, too.”

changbin snorted. “yeah, and you just barely stained your shirt. you don’t even like this shirt, hyung, take it off and we’ll go to bed, come on.”

and that was really all it took. it wasn’t easy, of course, getting themselves settled - they ended up on the couch in the living room, not wanting to disturb the others. by the time changbin gathered water for them to stay hydrated and trashcans - just in case - he was bone tired. but then, by the time he got back, chan was already asleep. conscience just a little bit lighter, changbin was soon to follow.

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[lumini-317]

Hello!

This will be my official “introductory” post!

My real name is Erica, but I go by many names. My nickname repertoire includes but is not limited to: Lumi, Lumini, Cricket (I have a habit of rubbing my feet together, lmao), Jinx, Eri, Er, EriJoy, Sunbaeby, and Aceir (my real name but in alphabetical order).

This is my first ever Tumblr blog. I’ve had it for a while but have rarely posted anything, that along with the fact that I’m on mobile is kind of a mess so I apologize for mistakes and all that.

I have 3 older brothers, an older sister, and a younger brother.

I’m an ambivert. Sometimes I love hanging out with bigger groups of people, other times I dread it.

I’ve taken the “16personalities” test 4 times and all 4 put me in the “Diplomat” category, however I got “Advocate” (INFJ) 2 times, and “Protagonist” (ENFJ) and “Mediator” (INFP) 1 time each.

I am LGBTQ+. I’m asexual, aro+panromantic flux, and while I feel like I’m genderfluid, the changes are very subtle and so I sometimes just go with agender, gendervoid, or neutrois. It’s a lot less complicated that way. I’m ambiamorous, and also pronoun apathetic!

I love whump. I’ve loved it for as long as I can remember but only found the whump community maybe 3(?) years ago.

I also love K-Pop, C-Pop, J-Pop, and Asian dramas, mainly K-Pop and K-Dramas, though.

I’m a HUGE multistan. ATEEZ, SKZ, TBZ, EXO, BTS, Red Velvet, SHINee, iKON, MONSTA X, TWICE, TO1, WANNA ONE, SuperM, X1, MIRAE, Ciipher, Golden Child, Purple Kiss, BAE173, SF9, IU, ONEUS, ONEWE, The Rose, PIXY, LUCY, STAYC, WEi (which I pronounced as “way” for an embarrassingly long time), Dreamcatcher, Brave Girls, TXT, ENHYPEN, SNSD, KARD, AKMU, SHAUN, Gaho, NCT, GHOST9, 1team, SE7EN, Cross Gene, D1ce, AB6IX, CRAVITY, BLACKPINK, CIX, VIXX, f(x), 4Minute, CLC, YEZI, B.I, Wonho, (G)I-DLE, EVERGLOW, SEVENTEEN, BROOKLYN, Ha Hyunsang, DAY6, GOT7, Teen Top, BAP, TREASURE, UNIQ, etc! It goes on, far longer than I can list. I am also very much against fanwars, they disgust me.

I’m also a HUGE animal lover, and a big softie. I can’t even squish insects. I don’t care that they can’t feel pain and don’t experience emotions, I just can’t bring myself to. I make it my mission to save any type of animal I come across. I find toads in our koi pond and immediately pick them out and take them to a safe place. I help turtles across the road. I got a mouse out of a puddle and revived it, releasing it when it was healthy enough. I saw a snail on a piece of wood that was going to be thrown on a fire and carefully pulled it off and put it somewhere else. So far I’ve found 5 stray cats (Piper, Toothless, Felix, Kai, and Kit Kat—all were found as skinny, sickly kittens) and took them in, raising them as my own. I rescued a chipmunk from certain death-by-cat. I’ve even saved a few baby raccoons, ducklings, lizards, spiders, and snakes in my time. And I’ll keep doing so for as long as I live.

I love writing, drawing/sketching, and painting, however I’m not confident that I’m good at any of those things, lmao. I mean, I don’t think I’m the worst, but my finished “works” often leave me unsatisfied with my “skills”. But of course, that won’t stop me from trying to improve!

I’m a maladaptive daydreamer. This can cause issues in some places while helping me out in others. On one hand, it makes doing chores and such kind of difficult. Like one time I had to take care of my dad’s pigeons while he was fixing our shed and one time he pointed out how slow I was with the chores. His words were something along the lines of, “I’m already almost done with what I have to do and you’re still working with the pigeons.” Also, it (and maybe ADHD if I do have it?) made school a nightmare for me. But it’s also helpful because then during church it’s really easy to keep myself occupied while the pastors go on about their Magical Sky Daddy™’s son throwing a tantrum and killing a figtree because it didn’t have any figs and how that story should “challenge” us or something.

The characters in my daydreams are weird, though. They merge and separate with each other to make different characters depending on the situation. Most of them don’t have definite genders. Only a handful of them have names because they’re always merging and separating like some kind of Shadow Clone Masters or something. Stuff like that.

One of my characters is for sure a demi-boy, though, and his name is Kyler.

I brought this up because I was watching The Andy Griffith Show and Andy was giving Opie a lecture on how many poor kids there are in the world and used the ratio “one and a half boys per square mile”. Opie then says that he’s “never seen a half a boy before”. Kyler just sort of pops into (fake) existence, jumps off the couch, and throws his arms in the air while saying, “Half a boy, right here!” I burst out laughing. Thankfully it didn’t seem weird, since my parents started laughing at Opie and thought that I was just laughing at it, too.

Any-who.

If I daydream while I’m standing, I’ll often pace and gesture with my arms while moving my lips. Sometimes I’ll even whisper. If I’m sitting down, I usually fidget a lot (such as pick at my shirt and rub my feet together), stare into space, and move my lips or whisper. My family sometimes ask me, “Why are you whispering?” Or, “What are you grinning about?” And I just shrug because I don’t know how to explain it to them without risking them calling someone to pray over me, lmao. I mean, I wasn’t even allowed to have imaginary friends because that was “evil”. When I was about 7, I told my parents about my imaginary unicorn friend and they gave me a lecture and “prayed over me”. It was embarrassing and awkward for me.

I’m suspicious that I might have ADHD, but don’t have the money to actually get a professional diagnosis. I’m also too scared to ask my parents about it.

Speaking of which, my family and I don’t see eye-to-eye. I mean, they don’t know it because I’m good at hiding it, and they think I agree with mostly everything they do but boy, is it a mess.

You see, they’re evangelical conservative Christians. “LGBTQ+ people are going to hell”, “ThE LeFt ARe eViL AnD ARe TrYiNg To BrAiNwAsh OuR ChiLdrEn”, “Trump was sent by God”, “Intersex is fake”, “Women must submit to men”, “You should get married no later than in a year or ‘the temptation’ to have sex might become too much”, the whole bit.

Meanwhile I’m over here with my (imaginary) pride flags, just existing as an agnostic leftist who wants everyone to have equal rights, regardless of gender identity or sexual orientation, and would rather redo my horrifically atrocious kindergarten closing program role than pray to a god who (if they/he/she/it/whatever exists) gives cancer to kids and killed millions of innocent animals and people in the Bible.

But they have no idea that this is how I feel and now expect me to be baptized within the next month to show that I have “accepted Jesus Christ as my savior”. Yeah...that’s gonna be an awkward discussion...

Anyway, that’s just some things about me. Sorry that I got sidetracked a few times, lmao!

I look forward to posting more and maybe even making friends!

Thank you for reading (:

[rge-nini]

TAG GAME !!

so, I got tagged a while ago by iggy (@internetgremlin) and tbh I had totally forgotten, but here it is!!

i encourage anyone that want to answer to do it!!

adding a keep reading bc I wrote a lot on the DnD question

Favourite time of year?

Winter !!

Comfort food?

PASTA ALL THE WAY

Do you collect anything?

sadly I collect kpop merch, specially photocards, right now I'm focusing on enhypen's Jake. I also collect albums, currently I have one version of every enhypen album (one day I'll have one of each version), I'll be buying Ateez' comeback next month so I'll hopefully have it by my birthday

Favourite drink?

I'm a RedBull adddict lmao

Favourite song/artist?

okay, I'll start by listing the groups I stan (in no specific order) which are enhypen, txt, ateez and stray kids. now that the kpop groups are out of the way, I really love imagine dragons, 5 seconds of summer and a (I think underground) group called makeout monday

Current favourite songs?

I need to mention Answer and Turbulence by Ateez because I have a really deep connection to both of them. Also Shout Out and Polaroid Love by Enhypen which are songs that make me feel so many things,, I'm also never getting over 5SOS' Ghost of You and TXT's 0X1=LOVESONG

Favourite fic of mine?

it's got to be The Point or Ghost of You from my (currently inactive) kpop writing blog

Relationship Status:

I'm currently in a parasocial relationship with Jake Sim, we've been dating for half a year already

Favourite Colour(s):

literally any shade of blue

Song stuck in my head: 

GUERRILLA BY ATEEZ

Last thing you googled:

How to turn off crossplay in fortnite

Time:

03:35 am GMT-4:00

Dream Trip:

it's either visiting Italy or Korean and Japan

Last thing you read:

other than fanfic, I'm currently ready the Legend trilogy

Last book you enjoyed reading:

assuming it's a finished book, the second book in the Legend trilogy, Prodigy

Last book you hated reading:

Collided from the Dirty Air series

Favourite thing to cook/bake:

BROWNIES, call me Felix because I'm cooking like a chef, I'm a 5 star michelin

Favourite craft to do in your free time:

does gaming count as a craft?

Most niche dislike:

I honestly have no idea

Do you have any sense of direction:

I used to, but ever since I moved to the capital I get lost so easily,,

Tell us about your D&D character:

okay so I have 3: Suna, Tatsumi and Aria, but I'm gonna talk about Suna and Tatsu (pics in that order, courtesy of this picrew) both of them are from a kimetsu no yaiba/demon slayer inspired campaign (which is currently on a hiatus that has lasted over 6 months, but should return shortly!!)

so, first we have the user of the water breathing technique suna, the girl that was born to be the perfect demon slayer. she's known about the existence of demons ever since she can remember, both of her parent being demon slayers and wanting her to be ready to face the world they live in. she trained all her life to join her parents, her free time being spent with the kid next door (which sets up the best and angstiest childhood friends to lovers storyline ever). she used to be really cheerful and welcoming, and it's only after her parents disappear that she closes herself off, the only 2 people able to get to her being the boy next door (kyojuro rengoku) and her dad's best friend, who took her in and finished her training. throughout the campaign she meets both naru and haru her teammates, developing different relationships with both of them, but caring about them in her own weird way. as time passes their missions start getting more dangerous until the inevitable happens and one of them died, haru, she managed to survive and closed herself once more due to the pain and guilt, pushing yasuhiro (the demon slayer sent to fill haru's place) away and mistreating him. then she lost the love of her life and once again she blamed herself for not being good enough to save those she cares about, so she spends all her time training eventually developing her own fighting style, and sacrificing herself to save both naru and yasuhiro.

then there's tatsumi, the character I created in case suna died. she's the polar opposite of suna. tatsumi didn't learn about the existence of demons until she received a letter from her brother yuuji, in which he apologized for keeping demons a secret from her and their family. determined to find her brother she decided to join the demon slayers. she became a user of the mist breathing technique, learning quickly and soon enough becoming a demon slayer herself, eventually catching the attention of the mist hashira himself, tokito, who took her under his wing so she would eventually become his successor if anything happened to him. due to the trust placed in her she was allowed to go on solo missions, which meant she could secretly look for yuuji. it was only after she came back from a mission that she was informed she would be joining a squad, taking the place of a recently deceased woman, only to find out one of the 2 remaining members had decided to leave the organization, leaving only her and yasuhiro in the team. tbh there's not a lot about tatsumi story wise because of the hiatus, but she's a literal ray of sunshine, doing everything to remain positive and lift the party's mood because she promised herself (and her brother) that she would never stop smiling, no matter how hard things got.

with my bestie (the player behind haru and yasuhiro) we have actually worked on a lot of different AU's for the characters, my personal favorite being the kpop au!! the ship dynamics are amazing !! (+ everyone is alive)

[spicey-mlm]

Hi uh, so, I'm kinda new to the nsfw side of things 👉👈 but I'm not completely sure how to actually start up my blog. I mean, i got my intro post... but i feel kinda awkward going into things. Like, it's a step out of my comfort zone, as I'm like, a newish adult, and I'm not sure how to do it. Idk what advice you could give me, but uh, idk, i just wanted to say something in case you had anything to say from your experience on starting your blog.

Hey! Thanks for the ask and welcome to the community hehe

I only started this blog a few months back and, as you can see, I’m a fairly new adult myself too lol

Initially I did feel pretty awkward and sometimes like what I was doing was wrong but it’s important to try remember that sexuality and kink are natural and are ok and that theres a whole community here of like-minded folk.

Its good that you’ve got an intro post set, Ive recently redone mine. The basics are usually to have your age, pronouns and a dni if you want one. Most folk like to put a bit about themself and sometimes their kinks/what you plan to post about.

It worked pretty well for me to then go follow tags I’m interested in and to follow folk who post in those tags too. My favourites are nsft, trans nsft, mlm nsft, t4t nsft, and so on.

Posting-wise, some folk like to be more live-blogging esque, generally coming on to post when they’re horny. I tend to just come on and write a bunch of posts when I’m horny, then schedule them along with reblogs. I like to post three times a day generally, one in the morning, one around tea and one at night.

It can feel super weird writing out these kinda posts, and even weirder to actually publish them. But absolutely whatever you’re into, there will be others who are into it too. Honestly you’ll be surprised how quickly you get comfortable talking about getting railed on here lmao.

Its good to try and tag things appropriately. It makes it easier to filter your posts, it makes sure your posts show to the right folk and it can help people avoid things they don’t want on their feed. I have my main set of tags just for getting the post out there, then I tag with txt for textposts or my personal picture tag for photos. Its especially good to try and tag anything potentially triggering, so I tag for cnc, somno, blood, ect. On the other side of this, I have the detrans and misgendering tags blocked so that I don’t have to see them.

In regards to asks, obviously you can have them open or closed but to enable anon you need to be on pc. I find for blogs like this, you get way more asks when you allow anons. Also, its good to remember that you have literally no obligation to answer an ask. If its mean, if its a bit uncomfortable or if its genuinely just not your kink, don’t even worry about it dude.

Lastly, just try to have fun with it. This is a great outlet to explore sexuality, especially when its so new. Don’t worry if what you think you’re into right now changes in the future. I started this blog very unsure about what I liked and very pent up. But through the awesome nsft community, I’ve really gotten more comfortable in finding what I like and talking about it lol.

Anyway, theres a bit of advice! I apologise for the long post aha, I hope your new blog goes well! Feel free to ignore any or all of this though, its your blog, good luck and have fun :))!

[bbangsoonie]

sad (not so sad) thought?

i think the boyz will be the last group i’ll ever write for. i’ve been writing fics since i was in middle school... (flashback to asianfanfics.com haha) but as groups become younger (actually i’m the one getting older), i don’t feel comfortable nor motivated to write for members younger than me

so the moment i stop writing on this blog will probably the moment i stop writing fics 😶 i don’t see it happening any time soon though so don’t worry!

i’ve always enjoyed creative writing. ever since elementary school. the reason why i write fics is both simple and complicated. simply put, i like reading fics. it’s one of the ways i enter a fandom. without much content, i don’t feel motivated to become more than just a casual fan. so when i stan a group, i want to be a source of content for other fans

the longer reason is my personal fun. my mind has always ran wild in my imagination. maladaptive daydreaming has been a thing for me ever since i was a kid. it’s how i escape real life and have fun being creative

my lifelong dream/goal has been to publish a novel. i have a couple of ideas but never had the commitment to actually do it. younger me always thought i’d get around to it in college. current me is busy with classes and internships 🥲

my journey with fanfics started with reading shinee/snsd/suju fics LOL (sunny/sungmin, jessica/jonghyun flashbacks...) i don’t remember if i ever wrote for shinee but i think i may have started writing fics with exo. then bap, infinite, bts, vixx, wanna one. i don’t think i ever got around to writing for seventeen?

basically i’ve written for almost every boy group i’ve stanned. but i think it ends here with the boyz. i just can’t see myself reading or writing for txt or enhypen because within those two groups, only 2 aren’t younger than me

it’s kinda weird. i’m fine with writing for sunwoo and eric (who are 00 liners like me) but i can’t imagine writing for a 01 liner. i see idols who are younger than me as babies and just don’t feel comfortable with it. i also can’t think of anything i would wanna write for them

tbh i thought i’d stop being a “full” stan (as in constantly staying updated and making content) after bts. but my love for tbz made me start this blog + a tiktok + a youtube channel. honestly all just for my own amusement lmao. so i never feel obligated or pressured to create content

but i think that also ends with the boyz... i stopped interacting with other fans years ago. this blog also was supposed to be solely for posting fics. yet i have somehow become a stan account LOL

i don’t think i’ll ever stop writing or liking kpop though

(ok after re-reading this i realized that this makes it sound like i’m leaving. oops. but i am not! i am having fun here!!)