tangylemonade

[tangylemonade]

Confession:

"Jonas is one of the best LI in my opinion. I absolutely adore that man and I need everyone to romance him because I swear you won’t regret it."

[tangylemonade]

morning glory; hwang hyunjin

PAIRING I hyunjin x fem!reader

CAST | hwang hyunjin

WC | 1.8k

GENRE I fluff, smut, established relationship, comfort

WARNINGS I explicit sexual content (oral [fem receiving], marking, groping, dry humping, making out), explicit language

A/N | thank you so much for sending in an ask!! :) i hope i did your request justice 🫶 and as for anyone seeing this in tags, my requests are open until july 16 if you want to send in an ask as well 🤍✨ (repost because the original did not go into tags)

REQUEST! | EVENT MASTERLIST

Your awakening is gentle, gentler than most mornings. Usually, you’re jostled awake by your boyfriend at odd hours of the night and early morning, whenever he has to leave your side and go into work. Whether that was for practice, for an early flight, or some other demanding bullet point on his schedule, it wasn’t an oddity for you to be suddenly awoken, only to realize you’re completely alone in a bed where there’s room for two. 

Today, you don’t have that worry. 

When you wake up, it’s still just a little too early to justify getting out of bed on a day where you can sleep in. So you lay there, blinking your eyes blearily in the pale sunlight that’s just beginning to trickle through the semi translucent material of your curtains. It splays across the mountains of your crisp white bed sheets in pale splotches, littering the duvet with little cloud shaped spots that slowly move across the broad expanse, like snails on the branch of a tree. Several of these splotches highlight the tousled onyx hair that peeks out from beneath the covers beside you, the figure breathing slowly and steadily, still fast asleep. 

You slowly turn on your side so that you’re facing him, and you reach over to peel back the covers just enough to see his beautiful face. Awake, he’s gorgeous, of course, but there’s something about the way he looks whilst he’s asleep that makes your heart ache with affection—perhaps, the peace and calm on his usually expressive face. Gently, you reach over to caress his face with your hand, your fingers trailing over his sharp features with a feather light touch, not wanting to awaken him before it’s necessary. You trace the straight bridge of his nose and the plumpness of his upper and lower lips, before snuggling into his chest, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He smells like your body wash, your laundry detergent, and faintly of his own cologne, distant yet distinct underneath all the layers of the mark you’ve left on him. 

Hyunjin scrunches his nose slightly in his sleep, a bitter expression displaying itself on his delicate features momentarily. Your heart flutters from the adorable action. Is this how he feels every morning, every time that he has to leave while you’re still sleeping? Does he know the giddiness in your heart, the pounding in your chest as you look upon the one you love most at his most vulnerable? You think that you want to wake up to this for the rest of your life, and that thought only solidifies in your mind as he shifts slightly in his sleep. 

He stirs slightly, groaning softly as you stiffen and try to hold still, not wanting to disturb him any further. Yet, you feel his strong, capable arms wrapping around you and pulling you even closer. He presses his body to yours, his skin flush against yours as he presses a sleepy kiss to the top of your head, deeply inhaling the scent of your shampoo whilst his face is buried in your hair. “Morning,” he says, his voice rough and raspy—something that your heart just flutters at, despite your familiarity with him. His eyes are still closed as he speaks, his words almost slurring as he walks the fine line between falling back asleep and staying awake. “Want a kiss,” he mumbles, gently stroking your hair, the look in his eyes telling you that he likely wants more than just a kiss. 

So you comply, more than willingly, your soft lips pressing to his plush ones gently. As always, your touch is so soft, so loving that Hyunjin feels like he could just melt into your arms. He deepens the kiss, groaning lightly as he presses his body to yours, his hands sliding down the sides of your torso until they rest upon your hips. He holds you in place as he starts to grind against you slightly, bucking his hips against yours and pressing his half hard length against your clothed cunt. 

“Baby…” you moan softly, as he continues to roll his hips against yours. A soft whine escapes his lips, and he looks up at you with a glassy eyed, submissive expression. His hands slide underneath your t-shirt, gently pulling the hem upwards as he maintains eye contact with you. You can’t help but shiver as you feel the rough, warm texture of his calloused fingertips brushing against the smooth skin of your stomach. Wordlessly, he asks for your permission to go further, to take it off completely. Nodding, you help him remove the oversized garment, throwing it aside carelessly as it lands on the ground somewhere nearby. 

Hyunjin’s eyes widen, his pupils dilating as his gaze settles upon your bare breasts. Exhaling softly, he reaches up to cup them in his hands, squeezing gently as he looks back up into your eyes, grinning. “Gorgeous,” he murmurs softly, before leaning forward to press soft kisses to your neck and chest, his hot tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin teasingly. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too,” you whisper breathlessly, biting back a moan as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently as his hands capture your waist, pulling you closer. You tangle your fingers in his long, dark locks, tugging gently and making him moan against your skin. 

Your teasing has had its desired effect on Hyunjin; he pulls away from you to undress himself eagerly, clearly excited by your reciprocation so early in the morning. You don’t dare to take your eyes off of him, even though you’ve seen him like this so many times before. His boxer briefs drop to the floor and he steps out of them and into a few rays of sunlight that are creeping through your window, the golden rays highlighting the curves and dips of his toned form. A soft blush makes its way onto his cheeks as he notices you staring with pure love and admiration, and to combat this he pushes you back onto the bed and kisses you deeply. He tries his very best to push all of his love for you into the kiss, to show you in ways other than through simple words how much he feels for you. His lips move against yours passionately as he slots himself between your legs, reaching down with both hands to gently pull your panties down your legs. He’s meticulous, gentle. Sometimes the rougher side of him comes out, especially after a long day, but usually he’s just like this—soft, loving, and never willing to settle for anything less than perfect for you. 

He presses his lips to your neck once more, kissing his way down your body. He marks your collarbone, your breasts, before kissing down your stomach and thighs. “I love seeing you like this,” he says, his voice thick with anticipation and desire, “all beautiful and ready, just for me to see.” 

Hyunjin’s words send a shiver down your spine, as do his actions as he licks at your sensitive inner thighs, moving closer to your pussy, which is pulsing with need from his teasing. Inhaling sharply, you reach down to gently push his messy locks out of his beautiful face, and he looks up at you. His eyes are twinkling in the warm morning light as he gently rubs your thighs, his gaze eventually dropping back down to look between your legs. He grins, feeling proud upon seeing how ruined you are already, before he’s even really laid a finger on you, and finally leans down to lick a teasing stripe up your needy cunt, making you gasp loudly. 

“Hyunjin…” you moan, your grip on his hair tightening, “f-fuck…” 

“Feels good, baby?” he purrs, drunk off of arousal, and your taste. His tongue laps at your pussy greedily, tasting your juices as the appendage prods at your entrance. You squirm under his hold, slightly embarrassed at his shamelessness; at how unabashedly obsessed with you he is. “You certainly taste good…” he adds under his breath, making heat rise to your cheeks with even further embarrassment. 

“D-Don’t tease,” you stutter, unable to stop blushing as Hyunjin continues to devour your pussy between teasing words. His hands grab at your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he tries his best to hold your constantly squirming body in place. His tongue knows no bounds, messily licking at your clit and lapping at your hole interchangeably. You can feel his nose prodding at your clit every time he leans down to press his tongue against your entrance, licking up your wetness and groaning at the salty, musky flavor. Without saying a word, you know that he won’t stop teasing you, not when you’re giving him such delicious reactions and falling apart under his touch, moaning and shaking from his tongue. 

His eagerness only fuels your own arousal; his desire to please and impress you makes you feel irreplaceable, wanted. Needed. Biting your lower lip, you look down at the man between your legs, devouring you like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. You can’t help but begin to moan louder as he increases the pressure of his tongue, trying to make you cum. One of his hands reaches up to spread your pussy, as he laps at your clit mercilessly, his lips curling around the sensitive bud every now and then to suck at it, making your hips buck and a whine escape your lips. As he roughly sucks at your clit, his tongue flicking at the nub, you begin to feel a familiar warmth pooling in your stomach, and you moan louder, throwing your head back into the mountain of pillows as he tightens his grip on your hips. You can hear the sloppiness of his mouth and your pussy, and it’s certainly been no secret that his chin and lips are completely drenched by now. The mere idea makes your leg twitch, and Hyunjin lets out a low growl against your pussy, nipping at your clit lightly—and ultimately, pushing you over the edge. 

Moaning loudly, you pull his face closer to your pussy as your orgasm washes over you. He laps at your cunt like an obedient lover as you ride out your orgasm, your thighs twitching and your eyelids fluttering. Your grip on his hair slackens as your peak comes to an end, and he rises from between your legs, grinning like a lovesick, pussy-drunk fool. His hair is mussed, from where you were tangling your fingers in it non-stop, and the lower half of his face is shining in the light, coated in your wetness and his spit. 

What else is there to do other than pull him into a kiss? 

His full lips, coated in your own slick, collide with yours as you cup his face in your hands, gently pulling him towards you. I love you, I love you, I love you, you think, as you feel him deepen the kiss once more, pushing you back onto the mountain of pillows. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be either.

@ petrichor-han 2024. do not translate or repost without my permission.

[tangylemonade]

You see him in glasses

Bang Chan

A/n: I'm sorry I'm a weak person. I couldn't resist the glasses 🤓 LOL! I hope you guys enjoy and get a good laugh!

Warnings: A little strong language/swearing (like one swear), slightly suggestive (nothing too explicit), nerdy jokes 😂 (is that a warning?)

[tangylemonade]

Confession:

"Just here to say that Greg is beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Completely breathtaking. Dangerously enrapturing. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk."

[tangylemonade]

😆

Confession:

""wtc doesnt need 4 seasons" yes but have you considered im selfish??"

[tangylemonade]

now i know

a/n: hello !! i know i literally fell off the face of the earth and i know if i am fully back but i had the sudden power to write. i have several ongoing drafts that are unfinished, but this one might be the oldest. i wrote this after the first few eps of tomorrow aired. so it's only fit i come back w a joong-gil story!

pairing: park jong-gil x reader

warnings: mentions of suicide, self-harm

summary: park jong-gil has been working for jumadeung for a very long time, he had his principles and was strict in following them. that was until you came along. you were part of the risk management team that he hated so much, but he couldn't help but become curious about you.

he was feared and respected by all who worked in jumadeung. he was one the elite members, and he was known to be the most strict leader of the escort team. he portrayed no sympathy to the dead souls that are to be escorted, and he believed suicide is a murder. the biggest crime a person could commit against oneself. or so everyone thought. the number of suicide deaths were slowly but surely decreasing, thanks to the risk management team that are led by ko ryeon. he understood that deaths are increasing endlessly. but why would a person take such extreme measures only to feel the will to live after a few words of encouragement? it made his blood boil.

he wanted to avoid this team at all costs, but then you came along. you were young, full of empathy and love. jong-gil knew of the newbie that joined (through a course of unexpected events) and he found you quite annoying intriguing. when he heard about a suicide victim with a very high percentage on the red light app, he went to watch. he wanted to confirm his beliefs with his own eyes.

but when he reached there, he saw you talking to the writer, named eunbi, who was on the edge of the building. you were taking cautious steps towards her, trying to talk her out of it. how pathetic, he thought. but after looking again, he wasn't sure if those were the correct words to say. he was shocked to say the least. not because the writer jumped off, but because you jumped right after. you were reaching out to her, trying to hold her. you held her so tight, preparing for impact. can a reaper die? is what you thought as you waited for impact.

however, it never came. you never felt pain. on the contrary, you were feeling the air breeze softly kiss your skin. you looked up, and there he was. the seemingly heartless reaper, holding you in his arms. you couldn't keep in the shocked expression, neither can he. you then frantically looked around for eunbi. she was laying on the ground. no...did she die? "she's not dead." you heard a deep voice say.

he was still holding you, staring at you with his dark black eyes. "what? what..happened?" "i think i should be the one asking that?" you could hear the disbelief in his voice. why am i holding this woman?.."are you out of your damn mind?" he threw you on the ground. you grunted. "why would you jump after her? were you trying to die with her ?! you're insane?!! " you were taken aback by what he said, and before you know it – tears started forming. you tried to gulp down the lump in your throat, you didn't want to break down infront of him. he wouldn't understand anyways. the other team members catch up to you, checking if you're okay. you stand up, looking at joong-gil one more time before walking away from the scene, with your head hung low.

a few days had passed. he didn't know if it was the tears you were holding in, or the look in your eyes, but jong-gil found himself thinking about you more than he'd like to admit. he wondered why the pain behind your expression is imprinted in his mind. but he had work to do. shaking thoughts about you away, he got to work. he was going to catch a well-known mafia, and he knew it was going to be a tough one. he prepared backup and left. after a few fists and punches, he found himself on the ground, in pain. he had been stabbed. the mafia was injured too. he was strong. and he knew that he should have planned this more carefully, because he's in a bit of a trouble now.

the mafia got up, took out a knife and was headed towards joong-gil. but before he could do so, a hand yanked the knife away from his hand. Joong-gil looked up, only to find you standing infront of him, wreslting the weapons off the mafia. after a few punches here and there, you knocked him out. breathing heavily, you looked at jong-gil. you immediately noticed his abdominal injury.

you find a piece of cloth and walk up to him. "what do you think you're doing here?" he hissed in pain. "i don't think you're in the right state to be asking me that, i need your cooperation to stop the bleeding." he was reluctant but he obeyed. you tied the cloth around his injury, and put his arm around your shoulders, trying to pull him up with you. he grunted in pain as he stood up. "does it hurt alot..?" you looked at him, worried. worried?? why were you worried? jong-gil thought as he looked at you. maybe this is the way you are to everyone, he shouldn't get it confused.

"are you stalking me?" he said as you furrowed your eyebrows and moved your head slightly to look at him. "if you believe you're the center of the universe, you're mistaken" you scoffed. "then why are you here? helping me?" now your mind is blank. why did you save him? you were on a mission that happened to be near where the fight occurred. before you left, you heard grunting and breaking glass. as you came closer and saw who it was, your body started acting on your own.

..."because you're an important member in jumadeong. and it wouldn't benefit me to leave you to die here." he was staring at you with an expression you can't quite decipher — it was a mix of gratitude and playfulness — he wasn't used to getting help from others, especially not from the rm team. you finally reach jumadeung, but instead of leaving joong-gil to the guards there, you took him to the infirmary. "looks like only the mighty joong-gil got hurt today" you slightly giggled at this unusual scenario.

usually joong-gil would have a comeback ready, but this time all he did was stare. stare at you. why were you so kind to him when all he does is ridicule the rm team? there must be something wrong with you...was your death so horrible it messed up your brain even in the afterlife? well...he definitely guessed the first one right. "...can you stop rubbing it in my face, it's not like i jumped willingly off the roof-" shit. shitshitshit. "i didn't mean to-" he grunted as you threw him on the medical bed, turned around and left. he didn't realize that he said the last part out loud.

people in jumadeung ridiculed you for doing "too much" to suicidal people for as long as you can remember, but why do you feel your eyes burning with tears? why did that heartless leader have such an effect on you? you couldn't understand. you kept walking, almost sprinting, to get to the place you loved the most - a hidden roof garden that only you knew about (or so you think). you always went there when you needed to take a breather, and to let your tears fall down freely. as you opened the door to the garden, your tears rushed out of your (e/c) eyes, as you were unable to hold in your sobs. you cried your heart out, knowing well no one was there to see you.

but you were wrong. standing at the door, someone was holding onto to their heart, feeling immense pain. joong-gil felt like knives were stabbing at his heart, and felt the air rush out of his lungs. he couldn't believe what he's seeing. that he was the reason that triggered it.

after a while, you had calmed down, your sobs turning into sniffles. you now noticed the spectacular view of the city, bright lights shining under you. you collected yourself, and realized that you had spent way more time than you should here, work isn't gonna work itself. joong-gil sensed that you were about to get up, and hid before you could see him. feeling pathetic for his cowardly action, he felt his eyes burning. me? crying? he didn't know his tear ducts were working at all, after too many years working in escorting the dead.

after that incident, joong-gil decided you were better off without him looming over you all the time. however, that's not how it was for you. what he said lingered, rather, took over your mind. you couldn't fathom why you wanted his understanding, why you wanted his dark eyes to look at you like you meant something to him. you decided to pile your desk with work to give no space for your racing thoughts.

.

but to their dismay, they both couldn't stop thinking about the other, both throwing themselves at work, like they couldn't handle the life moving on around them.

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part 1 | part 2

[tangylemonade]

now i know

part 1 | part 2

it's been several months since your encounter with the dark haired reaper, convincing yourself that it is better that way. you frequented the hidden roof garden, seeking solace from her colleagues, stress..him.

tonight was one of those dreadful nights, you could feel it in your bones. just as you entered the rm office, phones rang the stressing alarms, indicating a high risk case. heart in your throat, you rushed the other two to make it in time. unable to rationalize his choice, joong-gil found himself going after you three, wanting to make sure you don't endanger yourself again. he didn't hate how he felt like he was starting to embrace feelings more honestly.

standing in-front of a young brunette, too young to be standing this close to the edge of the bridge, her tears obstructing her view. "hello," you tried to start "leave me alone!! move the fuck away from here!" you can tell that her feelings are overwhelming her, unable to look around without frustration seeping through the thick misty air.

"i will leave if you take a deep breath for me, hm?" the brunette seemed to shift her focus to the railing and steady her standing. "feel the coldness of the iron rail?" you gently ask, your voice almost coming out as a whisper. you could see her fingers tighten around the iron as tears welled up in her eyes. "she's gone..." her sniffles grew louder "she was cold to the touch...lifeless...blood seeping through the tiles." she was sobbing at this point. you started taking cautious steps towards her.

"my only sister, i did not realize her sadness, pain in time...it's all my fault !!" "it's not your fault, it never will be" you got closer. alarmed, the brunette screamed "i have to do this! i have to jump! i have to go see her, she needs me!!" you stopped in your tracks. you tried regulating your breathing, the scene feeling all too familiar.

"but won't you be doing the same thing?" finally, the young teen turned to face you. "what would you know?" she scoffed, seeming determined. next thing joong-gil sees, is you holding onto the girl as she tries to pry her hand off of yours. he froze.

"suicide is the greatest crime you could commit, ending the chances for a loved one to help you before they even tried. do you know how hard it will be for your loved ones to go on living?? the pain never goes away. some days are bearable, others are so unbearable that they won't be able to breathe" you were screaming at this point "you've taken responsibility and carried this weight all on your own, are you confident that you won't regret this choice?" jong-gil felt knives stabbing at his heart.

with the help of your teammates, you were successful to pull her back onto the sidewalk. she cried in your arms, calling out her sister's name. feeling tears rush through your eyes, you were reminded of a similar past you can never forget.

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as exhausting as the tears made you feel, you were hungry. you opened the door to your second home at this point, huddling snacks since you haven't eaten much since the morning. one minute you were trying to balance the food in your arms, the other was them falling altogether and you staring wide-eyed at the scene before you. there he was, in his tight-fitted suit that complimented his majestic figure. he was standing with his back to you, only to turn and look at you with those dark brown eyes...you could not decipher the look he's giving you, regret? yearning? but there was also a shine to his eyes that only seemed to grow in the dark, green setting.

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"hey."

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his deep, soothing voice...was he always this attractive? it must be due to detaching from your surrounding for so long that made you feel a sudden, giddy roiling in the pit of the gut. for making you feel like you want to wrap your hands around him and feel his warmth radiating through you.

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"(y/n)?..."

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snapping out of your thoughts that had no clear explanation to them, your face reddened as you realized that you were staring all this time. you couldn't be more thankful for the dark setting because the blush has crept from your neck to your ears and cheek.

"how did you know about this place?" you started, not liking how your voice was softer than you'd like it to be. scratching the back of his neck, he forgot to form a solid story. after all, joong-gil had seen you at your worst and he knew that would get you running as far away as you can from him "i was trying to hide from the piling papers on my table, and my wandering led me here somehow." he secretly punched the air for the nice save.

the awkwardness in the air thickened, both knowing what to say to the other. "have you eaten yet? i didn't realize how much food i'd bought until i started struggling holding them in my arms" you slightly smiled as you looked down on the pile of wrapped stuffed bread and drinks. "actually, i haven't eaten yet." he gave you a smile. he should smile more often.

and that's how you both sat down on the wooden bench, with adequate space between you as you ate in silence.

"how is your injury?" you asked him, still not really looking at him. his heart swelled. you still cared. "i'm sorry." joong-gil started as he put down the grape flavoured drink and started rubbing his hands together for warmth. "i did not mean what i said in the infirmary." "it's okay, joong-gii-" he looks at you with pleading eyes, "please" that's when you turned to him, seeing the same expression from before. you just nodded in response. he continued.

"i think you are one of the most empathetic people i've met, which was hard to grasp in the beginning. i have been in this world for so long, that i had to bury any empathy left in me. i escort elderly people who have been left on their own, veterans who fought for their countries yet ended up working harder to make a living after." he can feel your intense stare and as he turned to you, he noticed how focused you are on him, it made his heart flutter. "thus, i wasn't able to meet you eye to eye, and was trying to justify that by saying that you were weird...and...

i never understood how people seemingly gain and lose the will to live easily, but it hit me like a truck, the night on the bridge, what you said...the complex feelings engulfing your words knocked the wind out of me."

this is the most vulnerable he's ever been. unable to look at the (h/c) girl next to him, he was fiddling with a loose thread hanging from the sleeve of his white crisp shirt. you hummed, taking in all that he's said. "he was always smiling." you stared ahead, "his golden locks shined under the warm sunlight, curls bouncing around as he walked around."

you could feel the confused yet intense stare on your side, "my brother." you took in a deep, painful breath. "he was 12 when he decided that he was unlovable, worthless, wanted to rid the world of his immensely beautiful soul." you were shaking, pulling at the material of your pants to stop it when you felt a large, warm hand over yours. joong-gil's hand sent heat waves throughout your body, announcing the new yet familiar touch of another human.

you did not realize you were crying until his other hand reached gently, so gently as if your skin was made of glass, to your face as he slowly wiped away your betraying tears. you absentmindedly leaned into his hand, closing your eyes for a brief moment. "i blamed myself so much that i convinced myself that i deserved punishment." you opened your eyes to meet a softened, sad and weirdly loving pair of eyes mirroring your own (e/c) eyes. he nodded in encouragement.

"it started out by purposely missing meals, feeling the physical pain of hunger. and when that wasn't enough i," your breath hitched "i started inflicting pain on my own body. however, the pain in my heart never ceased...it felt like i had to make this useless heart of mine stop. to feel better." you realized that joong-gil was sitting much closer to you now. "my parents were devastated. my first real punishment is them finding me. my second punishment is never being able to see any one of them, ever again."

before you started crying again, you felt joong-gil pull you into him, holding you so tightly in his embrace, moving his hand in comforting circles around your back, his other hand around your waist. slowly, you put your hands around him, feeling indescribable warmth run through your veins. something about the way he held you so delicately made you melt into him, feeling a growing feeling overpowering your sadness. love. you are falling in love with the infamous reaper, devouring a side that you hoped only you would see.

you both reluctantly pulled away, still close, but just enough to look at each other. he quickly glanced at your full, plump lips before he looked into your eyes again, and he could've sworn you did the same. he slowly started closing the distance between you, giving you enough time to pull away. only you moved in too, breath hitching as your noses almost touched. he looked at you before desperately closing the distance between your lips.

your lips were like the missing pieces in a puzzle, fitting perfectly together. your tongues danced together, devouring each other. pulling away for air, he rested his forehead against yours. "i didn't know why my heart beat quicker the first time i saw you, but now i know." he looked into your soul, "i love you, (y/n). deep down, i always knew i will. i'm sorry it took me so long." breathless, you smile as you pecked his lips.

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"i love you too, my god given solace."

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[tangylemonade]

This is literally breaking my heart.

First off I completely understand and sympathize with everything you’ve written here. I’m so sorry your experience has come to this but mostly I’m so proud of you for knowing your line and following yourself.

I’ve been reading so many posts like these from so many blogs that I adore and it’s completely devastating to me. Tumblr readers are absolutely failing their writers and I feel that soon this side of the app will be a ghost town.

How hard is it to show love and appreciation to the people who work their asses off to give you something you adore for free? It cost nothing to reblog and comment just to show that our time and effort are appreciated.

Anyhow Bee, I wish you all the best in your future endeavors and I pray you know that there are people here who will always love and miss you. Thank you for all that you have given us and please take care of yourself and that beautiful mind of yours.

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

hi! i'm leaving tumblr, and i wanted to put out an explanation post before i do.

i mainly write ff because it's a fun interaction with a fun community. recently it hasn't been so fun.

yes, i'm busy with work so i haven't had time - but even if i did have the time, i wouldn't reach to start writing like i used to. people always say this, but because of lack of interaction (i'm specifically referring to comments and/or reblogs) i've lost interest.

i have a few fics lined up for the next few months, they're all waiting in my queue to be posted once a month up until march. they were all written during the summer or earlier, i've just been putting off posting them. after that, i don't have more, and i'm not sure that there will be more.

i have a lot to say, and i'm not expecting anyone to read it, but if you want to know why i'm leaving then this is it.

(if you've been tagged in this and wonder why, but don't want to read further: don't worry! i didn't tag anyone intentionally, i took from my moots and my taglist to spread the word that i'm leaving this blog. you haven't done anything wrong, and i'm not expecting you specifically to read the rest of this!)

the only reason i stayed on here was because i loved seeing people interact with my writing, it made me happy to see that people enjoy my writing. nowadays, i basically get nothing. since i'm not doing this for anyone but myself, i'm not going to continue doing something that ends with me being disappointed and envious.

my writing feels lifeless to me because i'm not actually interested in what i'm doing anymore. i write, get it done, send it out, and hope that at least someone will tell me that they like it. it feels pathetic to write out, but i feel like some people may agree. the only times i ended up getting that kind of interaction was when i wrote smut.

i was never a smut writer, it wasn't something i was extremely comfortable with. i think there are a lot of people who do it very well, and that's good for them. i'm just not one of them. after being put in sexual situations in my personal life that i, in hindsight, did not feel comfortable with and deeply regret, i don't see myself being comfortable with writing smut again. (the posts with nsfw content that come out in the next few months were written before i came to this realization, for context.)

it's weird and embarrassing when you feel like you'd never fall for pressure of norms and then suddenly you do! i look back at this blog and it doesn't feel like me, and now i get it. it's not wrong or upsetting, just a change of perspectives.

i think it's great that people can write smut and share it on here, and i don't want anyone to think that i am against it. i have simply come to the point where it makes me uncomfortable, so i'm taking myself out of those kinds of situations (as anyone should do if they feel the same way, do not harass people who write smut simply because of its nsfw content that you're personally uncomfortable with). if i do return to writing in this way, in this forum and genre, again, i know that i won't be writing smut.

all of this to say, i'm not going to be on here anymore. i might read a few things here and there, because i do still really love reading fluff from the amazing fluff writers out there, but i won't post. maybe i'll create a new blog for reblogging fluff fics or something. i've lost interest and that's that. i'm hoping that i can write my own book some day, and if i do i've only managed to do so because i got to practice writing on here.

this was fun while it lasted, and i definitely don't regret making this blog. so, thank you to everyone who supported this blog, i've loved reading your comments. thank you to the people who have helped me in my writing, i hope that you know who you are.

tumblr is filled with blank blogs and people who won't comment on fics they actually like. if you ended up reading all of this, i encourage you to go comment on a writer's fic with some nice words. it's always appreciated, i promise.

that's all!

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@bubblymoon, @aaniag, @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @k-fic-collection

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[tangylemonade]

I’m still here

[tangylemonade]

So sassy and funky

Im addicted

[tangylemonade]

💯

kinktober !

kink: thighfucking

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

thighfucking: non-penetrative sex where the penis is placed between the receiving partner's thighs and friction is generated via thrusting.

Hyunjin was the sweetest lover you'd ever had. He always took the time to make sure you were feeling comfortable and safe, and of course gave you the most mind-blowing orgasms of your life. He was much more of a giver than a taker; as long as you were satisfied, so was he.

Sometimes, though… he was overcome with need. You didn't know what had gotten into him that night. He came fairly early into your lovemaking, which happened sometimes and you didn't hold it against him. He'd usually proceed to attach his lips to your clit and draw one, two, three orgasms out of you. Though his own climax hadn't deterred him at all. His cock didn't soften, not even for a second, and he continued to stroke himself as he sucked his cum from your tongue and swallowed it himself.

He'd fucked you mercilessly, until the both of you were drenched in his sweat. He whimpered about how badly he'd needed your pussy all day, how tight and sweet and wet it was, all for him. He came again, deep inside you, but he was relentless. His thrusts never slowed, fucking his cum deeper into your pussy.

"You gonna cum, baby?" he asked, looking deeply into your eyes. One hand was resting on your lower back, tilting you upwards to ensure he hit your g-spot with every snap of his hips; the other reached down to caress your cheek as he spoke to you gently. "You gonna give me another one?"

"Another one?" you asked, your voice a hoarse whisper after moaning for him for what felt like hours. "I've already given you so many."

Hyunjin smiled at you. "C'mon, angel, I know you have it in you."

You took a deep breath, before nodding slowly. "Yeah, Hyune. Just one more."

He grinned, eyes disappearing into crescents. "That's my baby."

His slender fingers returned to your clit deftly, rubbing gentle circles into it, in time with his thrusts. He leaned down, his soft hair tickling your chest as he tongued your nipple. You closed your eyes and gave in to the pleasure.

Nobody had ever taken the time to learn your body the way Hyunjin had. He knew all the tricks, had all the perfect motions locked down. He was skilled in so many things, but making you cum was his expertise.

Your nails raked lines down Hyunjin's back, making him whimper and bite down on your nipple, in turn causing you to cry out too.

He looked up at you, tears in his eyes, sweat dripping down his forehead. "I'm gonna cum again, baby."

"Gonna fill me up again?" you asked, and he nodded furiously. He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you harshly, his thrusts picking up in speed. You opened your mouth with a moan, and he pushed his tongue into the space. He wasn't even kissing you, he was tongue-fucking you as you both whined, high on pleasure.

Hyunjin was close to his climax, you could tell from the pitch of his whimpers, though his fingers never slipped from your clit. You knew you'd cum soon too.

"Hyunjin- Hyune, Hyun, fuck-" you babbled into his mouth.

"Y/N," he groaned your name back. "I'm - I'm cumming!" He pushed his dick into you, as far as it would go, his pelvic bone grinding against your clit as he carried on rubbing it. He was pushing up against your cervix at this point, and the pain mingled with pleasure, pushing you over the edge.

You lay under him, completely worn out with pleasure. You were both panting, though Hyunjin had done most of the work.

"You did so well for me, babe," he said, smiling down at you sweetly. "Did it all feel good?"

You nodded, smiling through your exhaustion. "Always does."

Hyunjin sighed, looking down. His dick was resting on your vulva, sitting heavily. "It's not going down," he said, with a breathy chuckle.

You looked down, eyes wide. "You're kidding me. You don't wanna go again, do you?"

Hyunjin's cheeks were bright red, his hair positively drenched with sweat. His lips were swollen from being kissed and bitten at, and his chest was still rising and falling heavily as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked as though he could fall to the bed and sleep for days. Despite this, though, he gave you a devilish grin. "I really, really want to."

"Jesus, Hyun, do you have any cum left in you?"

He lifted his cock, dragging his balls gently over your clit. "I don't know. Already drained them three times. But I just…" He ran his hands down your sides, making you shiver. "You're so beautiful. I wanna make love to you forever."

You'd be lying if his kind words didn't make your clit start throbbing once more. But you couldn't - your pussy was on fire. You pouted at him. "My pussy's tired, baby. She needs to rest."

He nodded, accepting this. Hyunjin would never push you past your limits, would never keep begging after you've given him an answer. But you were overcome with the need to take care of him, like he always took care of you.

You raised your legs in the air, locking your ankles over his shoulders and squeezing your legs together. "There. Fuck my thighs."

Hyunjin was looking down at you, lips parted in shock, eyes lit up, as though it was Christmas morning. "Are you sure? I can fuck your thighs?"

"Of course. Go ahead, baby."

This wasn't something you'd ever offered him before, but going from the expression on his face, you'd guess that he'd definitely thought about it. He looked like his wildest dreams had just come true.

Hyunjin parted your legs slightly, sliding his dick between them. His dick was still wet from your pussy, but he spat onto it, lubing things up even further. He liked it wet and messy, but you knew he was worrying about chafing you too. You watched as his spit dripped down, ever so slowly, before landing on his shaft. The sight was so erotic, it almost made you reconsider turning down another round.

He pushed your thighs together once more, closing them around his dick. He pushed his hips forwards slowly, the head of his cock peeking through the other side. It was so pink and enlarged, you couldn't even imagine how sensitive it was.

Hyunjin threw his head back with a groan. "Feels so different from your pussy… But still so tight."

He gripped your thighs tightly, and you made sure to tense them as best you could for him, giving him a tight passage to fuck. He begin to thrust, pulling back slowly, before forcing his dick all the way back through. Your thighs were so slicked up with his spit, your wetness, his sweat. You felt it drip down your legs, back onto your pussy. Hyunjin would definitely be drawing the two of you a bath after this.

Hyunjin pressed a gentle kiss to your leg, hiding his face. You could still make out his tortured expression, though - his eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot, his pupils blown out with ecstasy, his jaw clenched tightly. Even after all this time, you were taken aback by how gorgeous he was. God, you were so fucking lucky to be the only one who got to see him like this.

As much as you loved his pretty face, you couldn't look at it long. Your eyes were drawn back to the spot between your thighs. It was captivating. The tip of his dick, bright red at this point, forcing its way through your legs, straining with the pressure, before dragging back through and disappearing again.

You could watch it for hours. Although, that being said, you were beyond tired after your countless orgasms, and the idea of cleaning yourselves up and climbing back into bed for cuddles sounded incredible. And so, it was time to commence Mission: Make Hyunjin cum as soon as possible.

"Hey, Hyune," you called to him gently.

"Mm?" He looked down at you, meeting your gaze with half-lidded eyes.

"You know how much I love you, right?" you asked. He moaned at your words. Your loverboy, this kind of affection always got him going. "Love you so much, baby. You treat me so well. Best boyfriend I've ever had."

"Love you," he whined back, his thrusts growing quicker and shakier. "Love you so much, my angel."

His eyes slipped closed, and you clicked your fingers at him. "Look at me. Don't stop looking at me. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum." He whimpered, complying with your request, giving you his unwavering eye contact. His pupils were almost indistinguishable from his dark brown eyes, particularly in the low lighting of the bedroom. His stare was intense, and told you everything he was feeling.

His breathing was heavy, his hands shaking where they gripped your thighs. His thrusts grew even messier, his dick poking into the back of your thigh a few times.

"Hey, baby, hey," you soothed him gently. "Stay still, okay?"

He followed your directions once more, pushing his dick all the way through your thighs and leaving it there, the head poking through so prettily. You spat on your fingers, and began to rub it gently, massaging his frenulum. He let out a low groan, his cock twitching beneath your touch. You tensed and untensed your thighs as you massaged him, squeezing his member between them as hard as you could.

"Oh, baby - baby, I c-can't hold on much longer," he stammered, hands scrambling as they found purchase on your waist.

"You don't need to hold on, honey, it's okay. Let go," you urged him.

"Baby - honey - Y/N, oh god!" he cried out, eyes still locked onto yours.

"Cum for me, Hyunjin. Cum."

With your command, his cock twitched, cum oozing out of his tip and painting your fingers. It was runnier than usual, and there was much less of it, but that was to be expected of his fourth fucking cumshot of the night.

He cried out, his dick pulsating so much between your thighs' tight grasp that it was almost bouncing. You loosened your grip, taking mercy on him, knowing how insanely overstimulated he must be.

You let your legs fall from Hyunjin's shoulders, onto the bed, and he collapsed against your chest, his face nuzzling into your neck.

"Finished now," he mumbled.

You couldn't help but laugh. "I should fucking think so."

[tangylemonade]

the thing with, "if I stopped showing up/posting/participating in chat/going online, would anyone notice?"

is you have to realize that the only way for you to actually know this information is to ask.

if your goal is to see if anyone is going to reach out, which is not the same as someone noticing your disappearance or being worried about you, you have to be prepared for what happens if nobody reaches out. I am very serious about this. not every friend is going to reach out, and maybe nobody will. maybe they are trying to respect your space and privacy. maybe they think you are mad at them. maybe they are super busy. maybe they were too occupied with their own life to notice. you have literally no way of knowing unless you ask.

what do you plan on doing next if nobody reaches out? because it happened to me. I disappeared for weeks. rough stuff was happening. nobody reached out. I was crushed. I felt so alone. and then I moved on and became a stronger person with a better understanding that feeling bad in silence is the absolute worst way to try to get support from people.

if you want to be reassured by your friends, you have to talk to them. if your friends do not communicate with you in the way you want, you have to talk to them. do not play the disappearing game. nobody is telepathic. nobody can read your mind and guess what you want them to do if you disappear. you have to communicate or everyone fucking loses.

[tangylemonade]

What the actual fuck and why so accurate

[tangylemonade]

stop making fun of bad people for being fat or having small dicks or being socially awkward or whatever else you seem to think is a fair target. none of that shit has anything to do with why theyre bad. i don’t care if a nazi has a stutter or a terf has thinning hair or whatever. at best youre missing the point, at worst your comments are gonna hurt vulnerable people more than they will ever affect the shitty person you’re mocking. why are you so attached to these bullshit standards anyway?

[tangylemonade]

I’ve birthed an egg white so everything makes sense now

[tangylemonade]

3/5

Nothing spectacular

Kaliya started annoying me to the end but nothing too big of a deal. Kinda boring but I listen to everything on like 3x speed so it was over quick.

[tangylemonade]

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something