#seokie

[moxnshxne]

In 18 days we will be married. That's a little bit less than 3 weeks. I'm nervous yet excited to be standing in front of you, in a suit and say the final "yes" to be more than official your husband and you will be my husband. I already now since over a year feel so lucky, blessed and honored to be by your side, to wake up next to you and go to sleep with you at night, to be allowed to eat your cooked meals and get your hugs and kisses, hear your voice when you talk, tell me stories or whisper to me when you think I fell asleep.

I love you so so much and I can't wait for the day in 18 days when we are husband and husband.

Just my intrusive thoughts coming out right now while watching you gaming to enjoy the evening before I go on tour and you, you didn't need a second to think to say you come with me.

I love you❤️

We are almost ready to get on the plane, and I don't know when that post will be posted but here I am, waiting next to you in line to get our tickets taken. And I'm thinking about how fast time had flew by. It still feels like yesterday when you kneeled before me with the ring. It didn't take us a long time to decide what and how we will do it. I wonder if after those three weeks, will anything change in our lives? The only thing that I can think of as for now, it's how much our love will intensify day by day, like it has been for the last year. I have already imagines several way for our wedding to go, but I'm certaine that on D-day, it will be a thousand times better.

Having you by my side day after day makes me realize how crazy I am for you, each of your smile, pout and laugh makes me the happiest. You already know it, but I will repeat it as much as possible. I love you with my whole body, heart and soul. I love you, my little sunshine.

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[s-eokie]

mafleur, eu te amo. ♡

[minkyungseokie]

Also those who keep saying kilometre joke despite Logan clearly showed that he isn’t pleased with it and he has clarified multiple times he knew what a kilometre is. I mean dude has been living in Europe since he was 14/15 yro, of course he knew it but people just can’t let go of this boring joke.

Europeans tend to think that just because the sport is mostly European, that only Europeans that THEY like get to be apart of it.

They think they’re better than literally everyone in the world when their country has just as baby issues as everyone else. But I’m not going to insult them the way I want. I’m not sure if anyone is religious and I don’t want to shove it down anyone’s throat, but God will give them what they deserve for saying such gross things about him after he was crashed into.

God doesn’t like ugly, and all those Europeans being xenophobic and hating on Logan are really ugly right now

[jwuv]

[hanniehq]

someone pls write more baby daddy eunseok fics pleaseeeeee its my favourite genre of eunseok fics and theres a severe drought of them 😩😩

[skybluelatte]

Happy Birthday Eunseok!!!🧡🪨🧡

[smolminimonnie]

I'm broke and can't renew my subscription 😫 I miss my child

[moxnshxne]

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Tell me babe, how am I supposed to go to work with your marks decorating my neck?

@uarmyhopx

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[minkyungseokie]

do you write for toto x susie because if so then i'd love to read whatever you write about them :3

I sure do! No one has requested anything, but I have an ongoing series with them! I haven’t been able to write because I work constantly, but it’s still ongoing and I plan to either publish another chapter or rewrite the whole thing

Driven by destiny is the series

[quicksilverstone]

Istg Eunseok says and does the nerdiest things, and I love him for that. 😭🫵🏻 He is literally just the biggest nerd ever.

[moxnshxne]

☆ When one's smile melts hearts… Mine is already a puddle.

🎥: magicshop

[tordenvejr]

hi, vic. sending you lots of love and light, because i adore who you are and everything you do on this site. it's lovely. 🫶🏼

i have been going through something that i'd appreciate your thoughts on: i was /seeing/ someone (if i can even call it that) around this time last year. we'd met for the first time on my birthday last year, and the connection was immediate and immense. nothing remotely romantic or more happened then, since we both agreed that there was a considerable age-gap, but the friendship we created was perhaps one that id not had in a long time, if ever, and nothing was off the table in terms of conversation and divulgence. i was there for him while he was healing from medical issues and going through his divorce and he held me through the tumult of my job, my adhd diagnosis, and my parents' divorce. (the timing of the things happening in our lives simultaneously was also interesting and strange.)

on christmas eve last year, i was invited to his place (along with a friend) for lunch and board games. we'd both stopped seeing different people shortly before, and it was a great day, until we drunkenly had sex later in the night. he called me the next day, apologising profusely because he thought he took advantage of me and the situation, but we figured it out, and yes, it kept happening for months after that, but neither of us were seeing anyone else and he'd told me that he doesn't do fwb relationships so i thought we'll be okay.

ultimately, i started overthinking the whole thing because i felt like it lacked certain boundaries, and even though everything was good and he always went out of his way to take care of me when we were together (picking me up if id had a long day at work and taking me out for dinner, stuff like that), things still felt off, but i waited until the divorce proceedings were done with, so as to not overwhelm him. when i finally brought it up with him, he said he'd 'never even considered' me as anything more than a friend, and that i was 'overestimating' things as they were because he was indeed seeing someone else as well, then went on to say that he didn't want to 'be responsible' for me when i start to build my life and dreams around him because of what had been up with us. all because id told him one time that i'd someday, under ideal financial scenarios, want to move abroad and get my phd. i ended things with him shortly after, and haven't spoken to him since june of this year.

am i wrong for feeling like he almost used my ambition to find his way out of that situation? like, i believed him when he said that he doesn't do casual relationships, and at the time, i wasn't looking for anything, but am i stupid for feeling like i was wronged and betrayed here? i'm not religious at all, but i am spiritual and with the way it all transpired in the beginning, it had felt like id found a soulmate in him (not necessarily romantic, ofc). and yes, im not hurting as much anymore, but i still think about him and wonder how much of this was my own fault. i'm still fond of him and care for him, despite everything that happened, and while i wouldn't want to date him anymore, i miss having the friendship we used to have. how should i navigate this feeling of grief and loss despite knowing that it was probably for the best?

hi dia 🌟 thank you for your sweet words (-':

i can't tell you if that's what he did, but regardless of his intentions and reasons, i can tell you that you are not wrong to feel that way. it's understandable to question those things and to feel disoriented when someone you felt an intense connection with expresses that it isn't like that for them, especially after having shared intimacy in different ways.

can you elaborate on what made the connection feel immense right away?

there's some things about his behavior that i find a bit fishy, and i'm going to express it and you can chew on it and see if it's resonant or not. i'm curious what made him change his mind on the boundary initially set based on your age difference? i'm also wondering why he would think he took advantage of you and the situation when you had sex? there's another minor detail that could make sense with context, but i want to bring it up as well: it's notable to me that there was an understanding that a romantic and/or sexual relationship was off limits, but there being no limits from his side in terms of assumed emotional/intimate/personal sharing - it seems half baked to me.

i also think on-going support through a divorce and for medical things is something that you typically share in very close friendships or romantic relationships.

him expressing not doing fwb relation's certainly points at your relationship being romantic, in my opinion. it depends on context of course, if he said it like "i don't usually do fwb" or if it was a clear "i don't do that".

what boundaries did you notice it lacking? and what did felt off?

his reaction to you bringing up your feelings about the relation you shared, seems dismissive and uncaring to me. even if he at no point felt a romantic connection, he must know that the things you had been doing together and talking about, very easily would be received as romantic. something, to my understanding, based on what you said about boundaries, wasn't made clear to you. i also think there at the very least should have been an open dialogue about other sexual partners.

i don't think i fully understand the talk and the correlations between him saying he doesn't want to be responsible for you building your life and dreams about him and you having mentioned studying abroad - could you elaborate?

it seems like a good call to call it quits.

i also want to say that there being signs, circumstances and synchronicity around someone doesn't always mean that it's a soulmate. and depending on how you define soulmate; i prefer saying a soul connection, it does not always mean a fulfilling relationship in this life. having loved one another before, does not mean that you have to do it again. it can, but it doesn't always.

allow the grief as any other grief, the relationship was there, and now it isn't. it's okay to miss it, and it's okay not to want to go back. give yourself time and grace. clarify your boundaries for the future, use this experience to enforce more directness and openness in future relations 🌾

[smolminimonnie]

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[dailylcy]

A DIFFERENT EQUATION - an anton lee oneshot

이찬영 “ ”the right side of my neck, still smells like you”

⊹₊⟡⋆ pairing. nerd!anton x popular girl!reader MINORS DNI

genre. smut 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀 word count. 1.4k — a/n. first post of best month of the year!! ( bini seokie n toni bday month ) :3 ( also this is my first time writing smut pls forgive if its not that good i tried my best ) playlist i listened to while writing. playlist

synopsis. Anton Lee is a quiet genius, he’s probably more comfortable with equations than people — until the popular girl from his math class asks him for tutoring. What starts as a study session quickly turns into something else, proving that even the shyest nerds know how to take control.

warnings. unprotected sex‎ ( dont!! ), anton got a size kink, fingering in semi public ? tell me if i missed anything

the library was quiet, all you could hear was the faint rustle of pages and the occasional cough echoing through the room. Anton Lee —also known as Lee Chanyoung to those who cared enough — sat next to a table at the back, his nose buried in a thick calculus textbook. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, the part you couldn’t see was beneath the hood of his oversized gray sweatshirt. glasses on his nose, slipping slightly as he scribbled equations in his notebook, his long, slender fingers moving with precision. He wore loose black jeans, the ends brushing against his sneakers, and a faint flush colored his cheeks from the hot air. At 6’2, he towered over most people when standing, but seated like this, he seemed almost normal — a nerd in his natural state .

The faint scent of old books and polished wood filled the space, the late afternoon sun streaming through tall windows and casting golden streaks across the floor. Anton barely even noticed the world around him, lost in numbers and formulas, until a shadow fell over his page. He glanced up, and nearly dropped his pencil. it was you, the popular girl everyone whispered about since you joined — confident, smiley, and completely out of his league. Your hair was styled in loose waves, framing your face, and you wore a fitted crop top that hugged your curves, paired with a short pleated skirt that moved a little everytime you shifted your weight. The faint shimmer of lipgloss caught the light, and your presence always carried a subtle floral scent that cut through the musty library air.

“Hey, Anton” you said, your voice smooth and casual, like you hadn’t just flipped his entire world upside down by knowing his name. You leaned against the table, your hip brushing the edge of it, and he swallowed hard, his eyes darting to where your skirt rode up slightly, revealing some of your thigh. “I heard you’re like, a genius at math. and I’m totallyyyy failing calculus, so I thought I could use some help. You free?”

Anton’s mouth went dry. He pushed his glasses up, stuttering, he said “Uh, y-yeah, I mean, sure. I can help, I will help you.” His gaze lingered on you, your size difference even more apparent now that you were so close — he could see the way your body curved close up, how small you looked compared to him, and it sparked something deep in his chest. It was his kink that he’d never admit out loud, but it was there.

You slid into the chair beside him, scooting close enough that your knee brushed his under the table. “Great” you said, pulling out your textbook and flipping it open. “Let’s start with this chapter. I don’t get any of it!” Your tone was light, but there was something in your eyes that made his stomach twist.

He nodded, trying to focus as he Explained derivatives to you, his voice soft as always. But then your hand rested on his thigh — just a light touch at first, fingers brushing over the fabric of his jeans. He froze mid-sentence, his breath hitching. “Keep going” you whispered, your lips curving into a smirk as your hand slid higher, teasing him slowly. Anton’s heart pounding, his composure cracking as heat flooded his system. He glanced around — nobody was near you two, the stacks of books shielding you both from view — and then back at you, your gaze locked on his, daring him.

His hand trembled as it found your knee, sliding up your bare thigh until his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt. You didn’t flinch, not even once, instead, you parted your legs slightly, like an invitation he couldn’t ignore. “You’re gonna get us caught” he whispered, voice rougher than he intended, but he didn’t stop. His fingers slipped under your skirt, tracing the edge of your panties before pushing them aside. You were already wet, and he bit his lip hard to stifle a groan as he slid one finger inside you, then two, amazed at how tight you felt around him.

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with a cough, leaning forward as if studying the book. Anton’s free hand gripped the table’s edge, his knuckles white, while his other hand worked you slowly, his thumb circling around your clit with a precision that mirrored his math skills. The contrast drove him wild — your small frame squirming against his big one, the way you fit so perfectly around his fingers. “Anton” you whispered, voice shaky, “faster.” He listened immediately, his movements growing more intense, the slick sound barely audible over the library’s hum. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you came, thighs trembling, and he watched your face, mesmerized, as you unraveled for him.

“C’mon” he muttered, pulling his hand back and wiping it discreetly on his jeans. “My dorm. Now.” His tone left no room for argument, the shy nerd was now replaced by something hungrier. You nodded, grabbing your bag, and followed him out, panties full with your own release. the air between you filling with unspoken need.

Anton’s dorm was a small, cluttered space on the third floor of the campus residence hall. Posters of rock bands and a periodic table all over the walls, books stacked neatly on the desk. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled, and the faint scent of his cologne — something woody and clean — He locked the door behind you, turning to face you with a look that made your knees weak. That nerdy boy from your math class was long gone ; this Anton was all sharp with quiet intensity, where was he hiding all this?

He stepped closer, towering over you, and cupped your face with his hands -that you thought were bigger than your head- “You’re so fucking small” he muttered, almost to himself, his thumb brushing your lower lip. Then he kissed you — hard, messy, all teeth and tongue, like he’d been starving for it. You stumbled back toward the bed, and he followed your steps, taking off his sweatshirt to reveal a broad frame, his t-shirt clinging to his biceps.

He pushed you onto the mattress, climbing over you, his weight pressing you down as he yanked your skirt up and panties off in one swift move. “Been thinking about this, for so damn long” he admitted, voice low, undoing his jeans buttons with shaky hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and intimidatingly long — and you gasped softly, feeding that size kink he couldn’t hide. He didn’t bother with a condom, neither of you cared right then.

Anton lined himself up, the tip brushing your soaked entrance, and started thrusting into you, groaning loud as your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me” he said, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. He set a brutal pace, fastening it each time he thrusted into you, the bed creaking under his force. Your legs wrapped around his waist, but he still loomed over you, his broad shoulders and height making you feel tiny, helpless beneath him.

Sweat showed on his forehead as he fucked you stupid — your moans turning into broken gasps, eyes rolling back as he hit every spot inside you. His glasses fogged up, slipping down his nose, and he took them off, tossing them aside without breaking sounds. “So good for me huh?” he panted, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast through your top, the other pinning your wrist above your head. The room filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and your whimpers.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your tummy, and yanked you up before slamming back in. “Look at you” he growled, “taking me like this.” His hand fisted your hair, tugging just enough to make you arch, and the new angle had you seeing stars. Cum dripped down your thighs — his and yours mixing in a sticky mess as he chased his release, fucking you through the overstimulation until he came spilling inside you with a choked moan. Thick ropes of cum coated your walls, some leaking out as he slowed, his chest heaving.

Anton collapsed beside you, both of you breathless, the thick air filled with sweat and sex. He glanced over, a shy smile tugging at his lips despite everything, and he muttered a “Uh… you okay?” The nerd was back, but the glint in his eye said he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

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[moxnshxne]

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