#replying to 💌

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

boo, big reveal rn. Truth is, i am actually the “💌 anon” 🤯🤯 Ik, crazy. Anyways just wanted to reveal that, Val😭 Also, thanks again for the idea for my upcoming Father Sal smut-fic, I’ll make sure to credit you :3

- 💌

Your welcome! And second, I knew, I have known for a while now, I just didn't wanna spoil ;) I just found it suspicious how 💌 always sent me something after mere seconds or minutes of you posting, and and when I post something responding to it, I can see some of my words were referenced on your page so yeah

[hynzsn]

Just male reader wants to ride bang chan after chan being stressed from work.

★ STRESS RELIEF ★

☆ bangchan x male reader

-> idol!chan x non-idol!reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut

contents: top!bangchan x bottom!reader, m/m, anal sex, cock riding, anal fingering, studio setting, chan being stressed from work, established relationship, porn without plot/what plot?, explicit language, neck kisses, tongue kissing, straddling, neck nuzzling, praise, aftercare, chan calls reader “babe.”

wc: 1.2k (i think)

a/n: i feel like this is so rushed 😭 forgive mee >.< i didn’t realize until after i read through it how rushed it actually was. like i probably missed out a few things but oh well. i hope the person who requested this likes it.

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

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you find bangchan hunched over his desk in the dimly lit studio, headphones on, fingers flying over his keyboard. the room is filled with the soft glow of computer screens and the faint hum of unfinished tracks. you watch him for a moment, heart aching at the sight of his tense shoulders and exhausted expression. you know he's been working non-stop, barely taking a break, and it's starting to take a toll on him.

"chan," you call softly, stepping into the room.

he doesn't hear you at first, so you move closer, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. he jumps slightly, pulling off his headphones and turning to face you. his eyes soften when he sees you, but there's still a hint of stress lingering in them.

"hey, babe," he says, voice tired but affectionate. "what are you doing here?"

"i came to check on you," you reply, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. "you’ve been working too hard."

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "i know, but there's so much to do. i can't afford to take a break right now."

you shake your head, cupping his face in your hands. "you need to relax, chan. come on, let's take a break. just for a little while."

he hesitates, but the pleading look in your eyes convinces him. he nods, letting you pull him up from his chair. you lead him over to the couch in the corner of the studio, pushing him down gently. he looks up at you, curiosity and a hint of arousal in his eyes as you straddle his lap.

“babe, what are you doing?" he asks, though there's no real protest in his voice.

you smirk, leaning in to kiss him deeply. "just let me take care of you, okay? you need to relax, and i know exactly how to help."

he groans as you grind down against him, already starting to get hard under you. you kiss him again, more urgently this time, your hands moving to unbutton his shirt. he shivers as your fingers brush against his skin, his hands coming up to grip your hips.

"fuck, babe," he mutters against your lips. "you’re gonna drive me crazy."

"that’s the plan," you reply with a grin, trailing kisses down his neck.

you can feel his cock straining against his pants, and you waste no time in unbuttoning them, pulling them down just enough to free him. your breath catches as you take in the sight of his impressive length—thick and veined, his cock stands proud and flushed a deep, enticing shade of red. it curves slightly upwards, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

the sight alone is enough to make your mouth water, and you can't help but let out a soft moan of appreciation. he hisses as the cool air hits his heated skin, his hands tightening on your hips as he watches your reaction with dark, hooded eyes.

"lift your hips a little," you instruct, reaching for the small bottle of lube that chan, the little minx, had stashed on the side table behind a stack of notebooks.

he obeys, and you take a moment to strip off your own clothes, tossing them aside carelessly. as you stand there, fully exposed, you catch chan’s heated gaze raking over your body, his eyes darkening with lust.

you smirk, enjoying the way his breath hitches when you slick your fingers up with lube. locking eyes with him, you reach behind yourself, circling your anus with one finger before slowly pushing in. chan couldn’t help but groan at the sight, his grip on your hips almost becoming painful as you drive him wild.

"fuck, y/n," he mutters. "you’re so hot."

you added a second finger, scissoring them inside you. the stretch burns slightly, but it's a familiar and welcome sensation. you take your time, wanting to make sure you're fully prepared for him. chan’s eyes are glued to your movements, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second.

"fuck, i need you," he breathes, his voice strained.

"almost there," you assure him, adding a third finger and thrusting them in and out a few times before pulling them out completely.

you pour some more lube into your hand, slicking up his cock and giving it a few strokes. he groans loudly, his head falling back against the couch as he bucks up into your hand.

"y/n," he whines slightly. "i need to be inside you."

you position yourself above him, lining him up with your asshole. you sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch, the stretch almost too much but exactly what you need. he grips your hips tightly, his eyes locked on where you’re connected.

"fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice thick with arousal.

you start to move, riding him slowly at first to let both of you adjust. the feeling of him filling you completely is intoxicating, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. his hands guide you, urging you to move faster, and you comply, picking up the pace.

the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans and his groans blending together in a symphony of pleasure. you can feel the tension in his body slowly starting to melt away, replaced by pure, unadulterated need.

"chan, you feel so good," you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as you ride him harder.

he thrusts up to meet your movements, “yeah? fuck, you're amazing."

you lean down to kiss him, your tongues tangling as you continue to move together. the angle shifts slightly, and you gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside you. he smirks against your lips, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"right there?" he asks, his voice breathless.

"yes, fuck, right there," you reply, your nails digging into his shoulders.

he thrusts up harder, hitting that spot over and over until you're seeing stars. the pleasure is overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building rapidly.

"chan, i’m close," you warn, your voice barely more than a whimper.

"me too, babe," he responds, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

you ride him harder, chasing your release, and with one final thrust, you come undone. your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, and you cry out his name, your entire body trembling with pleasure. he follows right behind you, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he comes deep inside you.

you collapse against his chest, both of you panting and sweaty but thoroughly satisfied. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both come down from your high.

"you’re perfect," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "i really needed that."

you smile, nuzzling into his neck. "anytime, chan. i’m always here for you."

he chuckles, tightening his hold on you. "i know. and i love you for it."

"i love you too," you reply, your heart swelling with affection.

you stay like that for a while, just holding each other and basking in the afterglow. eventually, you both reluctantly get up, knowing that the work still needs to be done. but now, with the stress melted away and the bond between you even stronger, it doesn't seem quite so daunting.

as you help him tidy up the studio, he looks at you with a grateful smile. "i don't know what I'd do without you, babe."

you grin, leaning in to kiss him one last time. "luckily, you'll never have to find out."

[ssweetleaf]

ok wait hi me again 🪩 sorry but i saw an episode of a show yesterday where 2 characters were hooking up and the girl pulled back and said “tell me you love me, i won’t hold you to it just say it” and if that isn’t king steve idk what is like you’re finally giving him the time of day again and he can’t let his friends find out that a, he’s putty in your hands and b, he wants you to like him as much as he likes you

i saw a post the other day about telling steve you love him during sex and he just EXPLODES. i believe that wholeheartedly. 🪩��

you’d be so surprised when his usual fast paced, hard thrusts dissipated and turned soft— slowing down into little ruts of his hips, missionary, of course, wanting you close and needing to see your face.

because in those moments he’d pretend you were his— he’d forget about his ‘royal’ status, his massive ego and his asshole friends and his brain would just have you left in it, nothing else.

“tell me,” he’d pant, fingers curling around yours and enveloping your palms in his.

“tell you what, stevie?”

“tell me you love me.” he’d whine it, heart thumping against his sweaty chest, cock throbbing from inside you, balls so heavy and full of cum he’d so desperately want to breed you with.

And the second you’d utter it, the mere moment you’d let it fall from your silky tongue— he’d whine expletives, eyes screwing shut while his dick shoots thick, creamy ropes of cum inside your quivering pussy, sobbing into the pudge of your cheek and murmuring his own confession of love, (though you of course only think of it as pillow talk).

:(

[imrllytootiredforthis]

what type of noises do you think txt make in bed?

Okay so, Yeonjun would be kinda in the middle of loud and quiet-a bit more on the quiet side tho. A lot of breathy pants and heavy breathing with the occasional moan or whine.

The thing is, he can be loud if he wants to-not in like an obnoxious faking way-but more in the way that he'd been holding in his noises before.

I do think though that he whines and pants a lot.

Soobin is a whimperer. You cannot convince he otherwise, i think that he whimpers a lot because at the end of the day that huge beautiful man is a cute little baby that wants to be taken care of.

He is truly the middle range. Not super loud but not super quiet, depending on what you're doing that'll change.

And so I think that it'd be really fun to try exhitionism with him.

-Not super far-just in single person bathrooms or empty closets with a lock, not a huge chance that someone will be able to catch you and see you but enough that someone could hear you if he gets too loud, you just gotta whisper in his ear every time he lets out a noise, warning him, reminding him.

Now with Beomgyu I feel that he's really loud; another whiner but he also cries and mewls a lot.

He has no filter and does not care. Will not try to hide a single noise at all and has no care for who might hear.

If you were to try and get him to be quiet with a gag or your hand, etc, he'll just try to be louder and when you take it off he'll whine and pout, trying to guilt you saying shit like 'i just want everyone to hear how good you make me feel, don't you wanna hear my noises?'

Super cute and super hot but is a little shit about it in the end.

Taehyun would be on the quieter side because he’d be so embarrassed and wouldn’t want even the chance for anyone else to hear. 

Mostly moans but tries to be super quiet for it, placing his face right beside your ear so you can hear him really well. It’s cute, if he lets out an especially loud one his face will turn completely red and his hand will slap over his mouth so fast there’s an audible slap.

He’s also another one that breathes heavily and pants a lot.

And lastly, Hueningkai. Whimpering and whining a lot, probably mewling too, he’s really cute with his noises and isn’t super loud but also isn’t quiet. He’s shy too so that influences how loud he is too but if you’re alone he’s gonna be a lot louder.

I think he’d scream or like shriek, especially when he cums, it’d be super loud. 

He gets louder as it goes on, so in the beginning he’ll start off quieter and then get louder as you touch him, rising in pitch and volume the more he gets worked up and by the end he’s cumming with a loud cry.

He’d also definitely moan a lot while giving head

[blkkizzat]

priest!nanami came to slay tbh. he parted the red sea, led the hebrews to freedom then died yet resurrected again on the third day to fuck my throat raw with his holy blessings while his ordained creampie leaked out of my demonic pussyhole.

hope this helps.

[loveume]

# bows & barrettes 🎀

"feeling sleepy yet, sei?"

you and your boyfriend sit facing each other, cross legged on top of your comforter. your fingers are in his hair under the guise of styling it for him, and his thumb brushes across your knee, tracing some scar you got when you were a kid.

"mmm, almost. your fingers feel nice, babe."

you smile softly, pushing more of nagi's fringe back with a sparkly barrette and clipping into place against the side of his head.

you lean back to admire your work, various clips and bows are dotted through his hair. you clap your hands, grinning as you pick up a mirror to show nagi the fruits of your labor.

"ta-da!" you cheer, the mirror reflecting his image as he studies himself.

"pretty," he murmurs as he brushes his fingers briefly across a few clips and bows.

"it's not my best work," you say with a shrug, "but the model more than makes up for it."

nagi's cheeks tinge pink at your words but doesn't offer a response, still prodding at all the accessories in his hair.

"c'mere baby, lemme take some pics," you wave your phone with a smile.

you probably take 50 images, all incredibly couple-like; you kissing nagi's cheek, him kissing yours, your cheeks squished together. all resembling those extremely cheesy "aesthetic" couple photos you would find on pinterest somewhere.

the best ones go up on your twitter and insta respectfully, accompanied with a silly little caption about how much you love your boyfriend.

"enough," nagi says, snatching your phone out of your hands and tossing it to the other side of your bed, "pay me some attention now."

"you're so greedy, seishiro."

his hand moves to cup your nape, fingers sliding into your hair, eyes boring into your own.

"greedy? hmm, i guess." is his reply before his lips are on your own, tongue sliding into your mouth as he kisses you deeply.

when you part he's wearing a little smirk, taking in your dazed expression.

"s'long as you're greedy for me too."

[moraxsthrone]

good timezone. i come bearing a humble gift to my fellow sister wife. have a good day <3

i saw this while brushing my teeth this morning and wanted to punch my fucking sink. 💀

IJJKKNNKGHHHN SISTERWIFE RIN! And a good daypart to you as well! 🧡

just for meeee??? 🥹👉🏼👈🏼 uuugggghhhhh him pulling his glove off with his teeth PLEASE I'M SO WEAK FOR THIS??

But also 👀😩😮‍💨 GODS now I’m thinking about the fact that you and zhongli have regular marking sessions. and i love how he's such a gentleman about it when he's still in full human form and composed.

(NSFW BTC. MDNI. MARKING. SCENTING.)

but once he starts moving inside you, what began as sweet little licks and nudges at your collarbone soon devolves into him flipping you onto your belly, pinning you beneath him as he mounts you. by the time his sweat-sheened chest is pressed to your back, he's got you by the nape of your neck, growling and drooling against your skin, his fangs holding you in place while he ruts into you with abandon.

you've already creamed his cock so many times, your body has gone limp at this point, perfectly content to let him have his way with you. to claim you. to mark you in whatever ways he sees fit. zhongli is your everything - just like you are his - and you trust him with your life. so you let him chase his release, your eyes rolling back at the sounds of his desperate grunts and deep, guttural groans as he owns your whole body.

you know he's close when his hips stutter against you and he quickly pulls out, and you can hear your slick as he jerks his throbbing cock behind you. a deep, blissful groan escapes him and zhongli's warm, thick cum streaks across your back in long, powerful spurts as he milks himself of his musk to lay his fresh claim. there's always so much, but he has to be sure that you've been properly scented. he won't be satisfied until you reek of his rich and distinctly pungent pheromones.

[nariism]

You always write Neuvillette as the reader’s husband and that just makes me crave a backstory for these two. Cause I just KNOW that even if the reader is the more openly affectionate and playful of the two, it was probably a “they fell first, he fell harder” situation where the reader was patiently pining for a while and then Neuvillette was suddenly hit with a train of feelings.

i like to imagine that one day you were just a friend who he knew had a crush on him (but he thought it was harmless so he let it happen). and the next day he woke up in a cold sweat, pearls clutched, chest heaving because oh god he had a crush on you too

and i also like to imagine it was over something dumb like you were talking about something so mundane but then he couldn't stop thinking about it and you to the point where he had trouble sleeping. also, he wasn't able to figure out all the complex feelings he was getting and wasn't used to the idea of love at all so you two played the awkward platonic dance for literally AGES until furina or clorinde got sick and tired of it.

they probably schemed together to get neuvillette to do the whole accidental confession thing because he was wayyyyy too clueless about how to approach it himself. or it went something like this:

N: "i like you."

Y: "i know."

N: "you know?"

Y: "you're not very subtle..."

N: "could you please at least pretend to be surprised?"

Y: "...oh my gosh! the man who buys me flowers on his way to work every morning has a crush on me?!"

N: "nevermind."

umm he's a loser (affectionate) is what i'm getting at. an emotionally constipated loser that we love

[nateezfics]

https://x.com/cococakke/status/1815610259974898045?s=46&t=iEb6HCAyagdbVQRuQTru9Q

as soon as i saw someone screenshot my post and posted it in twitter, i was like, “alright these replies are about to be absolute HELL” but ya know what? they were actually pretty tame. someone even said in the replies, “dare i say i love tumblr atinys” 💀

but let’s be real, twitter atinys (twitter kpop stans in general) are overly sensitive over everything so it wouldn’t take much to make them have a stroke lol. and to be honest, i’m not too keen on the idea of twitter atinys lurking around here on tumblr; they’ll just end up ruining the vibe 😅

lmao thanks for showing me this anon!

[peachsayshi]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH ok ok it’s me again! no but same i’m so “Choso on the brain” rn it’s not even healthy (leaving my acc visible cuz id really love to keep talking choso with you if you wanted! i’m not much of an active writer tho so ^^’)

I feel like Choso’s a good boy 🥺, or at least really tries to be. He knows he shouldn’t look. But the sounds of the shower running are almost deafening. The knowledge of your state behind the door, the steam traveling from the bathroom, making your scent all that much harder to ignore. It’s all an assault on his senses. Choso thinks he might explode, his body so tense it might snap from how hard he tried to keep himself sat on the edge of the bed.

(Truly don’t know how this would end up but i’d love to find out heheh)

(hiiii!! it’s nice to see you my fellow thirst buddy 🥹🧡 - also that’s absolutely fine! my ask box is open & I love chatting with you guys about our favorites 😭😭)

Oh, there are so many fun ways to play out this scenario 😏 because you’re right. Choso is a good boy. He’s a sweet boy. He does not want to overstep or come across as rude or untrustworthy. So, he breathes in to calm himself, his lashes fluttering because the scent coming from the bathroom is intoxicating. He slowly unties his hair, allowing it to fall to his shoulder then runs his fingers through the midnight strands in frustration. He undresses, removing his top in a meditative trance in an attempt to stop thinking about you lathering your smooth, soft skin in bubbling suds.

His cock twitches in his pants.

“Fuck,” he whispers; a rare swear leaving his lips. His shuts the door of the closet, his fingers pressing so hard into the wood he’s afraid he might hear it snap.

As desirable as the opportunity is, he refuses to take a peek at what’s going on behind the bathroom. He doesn’t even realize how tense he is until he hears the shower stop running.

Little trickles echo in the bathroom, the sound of your shuffling body drawing out an exhale from an exasperated choso.

What he doesn’t expect is for you to step out in a fluffy white towel cocooning your frame, the material barely covering his deepest of temptations. A sheen of dew makes your skin glow underneath the soft lighting, your anxious but curious eyes locking into his own.

“I forgot the bathrobe”

Your voice sounds so sensual despite the slight hesitation, a hesitation which might easily be mistaken as nerves. Choso clenches his fists by his side, the blood drawing to his thick member. His cheeks give him away instantly, burning a bright shade of red that makes him wish he could sink into the ground.

But he’s a good boy, like you said.

A sweet boy.

He simply clears his throat and opens up the cupboard to retrieve his robe. He hands it politely your way, mumbling “here you go” but hating the way his voice cracked.

He quickly side steps around you to head towards the bathroom, locking the door behind him. His back falls to the frame, and he slips his hand underneath his pants to squeeze his aching bulge while the other is fisted between his teeth as he stifles a moan of relief.

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

https://pin.it/3zZi8ixf2

no thoughts once again, just this pic of Álvaro Morte :3 (I woke up and got the morning hornies and i keep thinking of this pic…)

- 💌

YES YES YES

PLEASE ÁLVARO GIVE ME A CHANCE, I'LL LEARN SPANISH JUST FOR YOU PLEASE

[hynzsn]

Can I just say that I want anton to destroy me ☹️? Or is that too much ? But I want to pound town with him and never ever return!

noo!! speak your truth omg >.< and he’s getting so big too like?!? need him to be my muscle daddy 🤭

like imagine his arm around your neck is a gesture of dominance and protection, a way to maintain close physical contact, ensuring that you can feel his presence and strength with every thrust. his grip firm yet tender whilst he’s pounding into you from behind. the position allowing him to penetrate you deeply, hitting all the right spots to maximize your pleasure. your legs trembling and shaking, the sound of him pounding into you filling the room, skin slapping against skin, your whimpers and moans growing louder…

yeah i need all that 😔

[ssweetleaf]

god i NEED more mean!king steve i need him biblically god like the idea of him calling so hard and desperate and also maybe a little genuinely scared that this time you’ll turn him down, unaware that you’ve been the subject of his dirtiest fantasies since the first time only for you to go straight back to him every time he asks (i love ur writing <333 if you do emojis am i able to be either 🪩 or 🫧)

meowwwww

he’d try to be so blasé about it too. hoping you don’t notice when he stares at you in the hallways, sighing prettily when he’d watch how your hips swayed whilst you mindlessly chatted to your friends.

i think he’d subtly try to defend you if tommy or carol was talking shit—

“knock it off, guys,” he’d say, trying to keep his expression neutral and slightly bored, hoping they couldn’t hear the way his heart thumped and clenched at the sight of you.

“why, is she your girlfriend or somethin’, harrington?”

and he’d blush so red, flushing to the tips of his ears at the mere thought of being your boyfriend, not having to worry about any of his asshole friends and what they’d think.

“pfft, you really think i’d stoop that low?”

and you’d definitely hear it at the wrong moment, only tuning in on the bad parts and completely oblivious to his longing and how utterly hard he was underneath his jeans.

—

of course bby 🪩, give me moreeee thots

[pasteilian]

theoretically, what would an undercookied donnie look like? <- definitely not trying to see more turtle tot donnie

The undercooked gang got cat/dog anatomy feel like Leo would be cat anatomy tho

Anyway undercooked!Donnie would enjoy basking near his heat lamp and playing with phones and iPads—also undercooked!Leo would follow him around everywhere meeping(Donnie always comes running when Leo meeps for him)

[killemwithkawaii]

K.E.W.K.: *Walks back into the blog 8 months later with a mug of cold coffee and even bigger eye bags* Self-Care~ 👑✨

[candyheartedchy]

If you don’t mind me asking, how do you decide how your self sona and f/o will meet? Like how SpongeBob and coraline meet because they work at rival restaurants or stuff like that. I’m trying to make a self sona but I’m having difficulty making them a story 😭

IM SORRY I DIDNT SEE THIS ASK UNTIL NOW ANON!!!

What I usually do when it comes to deciding on how my self inserts mets a canon character is putting them in a situation where they have to cross paths. Either it goes smooth or bumpy. Exploring dynamics with these characters helps too! Like opposites attract or something where the s/i and f/o find themselves questioning how they both usually react to things. Like I enjoy taking canon characters and throwing them off where they have to deal with things (like their emotions) that they never had to deal with before. Kinda like a character growth sort of thing.