Collection of fics of the idols I love and you guys love because I love making these. My requests are open and I would be so happy to add your favs to this list!
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Fluff - F, Smut - S, Suggestive - Sg, Angst - A, Platonic - P, Crack - C, Explicit in literally any context - E
Misc
But I'm Into It - Kai (Exo) S, E
HEADcanons - Jay Park (Soloist) S, C, E
&Team
Who Am I - Maki A
82Major
Dramatic - Seongil F, C
Ampers&One
Whimpers - Mackiah Sg, C, E
Don't Go - Jiho S, F, E
CORTIS
Constellations - James F
Bed Time - Martin F, C
Lngshot
Gentle Kisses - Ohyul A, F
Stay Here - Ohyul S, F, E
Whines - Ryul Sg, C, E
Treat You Better - Ryul A
Wake Me Up - Ryul F, C, A
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"Ah shit," Clattering from Keeho's phone sounded out as you cussed and the picture flipped around till your phone smacked onto the ground.
"If you drop me one more time I'm hanging up woman."
"Then do it, you always threaten to but never do." You laughed slightly, grabbing your phone and bringing it back up to show your face. The sight was everything Keeho adored every time he answered the facetime without proper hesitation. He loved answering and seeing whatever odd thing you wanted to show him, it always made the distance between you two seem less daunting.
"Bet." Keeho hit end on the call, knowing you would call right back. Although it took longer than he expected. It took 20 minutes for you to call back, your boyfriend nodding off as he answers, but that didn't last long. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Existing." You stated with a matter of fact tone. You sat typing away on your computer, not bringing attention to the bizarre attire you now adorned. Your hair was covered in foam, sticking up in 3 large spikes like a mohawk. You weren't wearing a proper shirt, instead opting for a backwards dress shirt with a bowtie while also wearing pajama pants he recognized from when you stole them on his last visit. "That is not existing, that's a whole bunch of what the fuck."
"How so darling?" You were fighting a smile as you felt one of the spikes fall, the bowtie slowly coming unclipped as it fell and hit your back. "'Darling'? That's a new pet name. Is it specifically for this look or will it be staying?" Keeho could see you breaking character slowly, quickly contorting his position in bed to mimic a male bird attempting to get a female's attention. "Might stay. Depends if I decide to stay like this." Your voice cracked as you finally looked back to your phone. A laugh tore from your chest as Keeho waved his arms like an idiot, his own giggles matching your laughs almost immediately.
The two of you laughed till Keeho flopped back down onto his bed and your hair fell down fully. Your laughs turned to coughing as your boyfriend hit his pillow like a rock; his own laughs dying down as a pillow is thrown from his roommate. "Sorry, sorry, I'll be quiet." His breathing was heavy, a large smile plastered over his lips.
"Okay, next time you facetime me I need you to not be doing something stupid." You shake your head panting as you're smile matches Keeho's. "Nope, you love my stupidity too much."
Droplets raced down the window, reflecting in the street lights as you watched the rain. Your heart was heavy, the suitcase you packed days ago mocking you from the hall closet. It called out for you, urging you to get on the next flight to your parents home and leave Riki in the dark about everything. It called as a siren's song to force Riki to see how little he seemed to care. You hadn't been able to bring yourself to leaveânot yet at least.
Every day passed and he seemed to become more and more distant, pulling away any time he had the day off so he could be alone and the moment he would get home he would be in his own little world.
A world seeming to be devoid of you.
Your eyes tear away from the window, looking around the apartment you once knew as a sanctuary for you and Riki. It was a place he didn't have to be anything but yours, but months of him brushing your attempts at communication away had made it seem like he wasn't even that. You initially feared he was cheating, but confirmation from Yudai of where Riki had been held that theory. After the confirmation he picked a fight, claiming you didn't trust him or his friends. It had been the first time he actually spoke you in a month by that point.
After that night, he wasn't home. Riki would stay at the dorm or be out until he had practice the next day. Your only solace was seeing him on variety shows and interviews, smiling more than he had at home since before the argument.
Four months had passed without properly talking to your boyfriend. As you looked around that time finally weighed on your soul, tears finally falling from where they gathered in your eyes. You slowly pulled your phone from the pocket of Riki's hoodie you stole to sleep in when you first moved, he used to love seeing you walk around in it after you got home from work. You didn't think about the price as you booked a ticket for the first flight back to your parents, pulling the suitcase from the closet as you do so.
You looked down at the hoodie, opting to pull it off and fold it on the dining table. "I can't do this anymore." Your voice hoarse as you mumble to yourself, placing a note you wrote when you packed the suitcase, onto the hoodie as a guarantee Riki would see it. You sigh, walking to the door with the bag and your heart broken.
"Are you sure Y/N is okay with you being gone so much? She hasn't said anything about it in a few months." Nicholas tagged along with Maki to get some clothes from the apartment, worried because you hadn't been following Maki to hang outs with the rest of the group. You hadn't seemed to exist for the last 6 months and he was worried.
"She hasn't yelled at me about it so it's gotta be fine." Maki didn't seem worried, not having even seen how far away you had drifted. "Plus even if she wasn't okay with it, I doubt she would say anything. She told me few weeks ago she wanted more alone time."
The door clicked open, revealing a near staged apartment. Nothing out of place and dark. Maki flipped the light switch, his eyes finding the hoodie without hesitation. "Y/N? Baby?" For the first time in months Maki called out your name, a deep fear pooling in his stomach when met with silence. "Where is she?" Nicholas's eyes were centered on the note as his friend began looking around the apartment for you. "Y/N? C'mon this isn't funny. I know I haven't been home but this is fucked up."
"Dude." Maki followed Nicholas' voice, snatching the now open note as he saw his friend holding the paper. Maki's eyes frantically read through the words, his throat tightening as tears gather.
"Riki, I can't do this anymore. I love you and I won't stop, but it hurts me to stay here when all I have anymore is silence." Maki's voice held the tone of a whisper, as if saying the note any louder would make it too real. "I'll be somewhere safe and I'll be back in a few weeks to get the rest of my stuff. Until then don't worry about the apartment, I'll break the lease after I get everything I need. I'll tell the guys everything when I come back." Nicholas took the paper back as Maki stubbled over his words, disbelief fogging his vision.
Nicholas finishes reading the note, reading the last lines with anger in his voice. "Just think about how you've acted and decide where I fit in your life. I'm supposed to be your partner, never thought I would have to ask who I was to the one person I could lean on. Goodbye Riki."
"I- I didn't-" Maki couldn't form a coherent thought, sinking to his knees on the dining room floor. His stomach in knots and his body like lead as your words echo in his mind.
"Maki, what did you do?" Nicholas stepped slightly away from Riki, glaring unintentionally at the younger man on the ground.
"You have the code Sean just come in." The taps on the door stopped, turning into rough hits to the door.
"Martin Edwards open the damn door before I kick it in and pull you out of the studio myself!"
Martin froze in his seat, eyes finally glancing at the clock on his computer. The banging on the door continued as his mind sluggishly registered the time.
3:28 AM. He was still in the studio... and he was supposed to be home 3 hours ago. "Sorry, sorry!" He moved as fast as his body would allow, tripping slightly as he gets the door open. "I'm sorry I thought I had more time. I- I swear I was just wrapping up and-" Your hand covered Martin's mouth, gauging your reaction based on how tired he seemed. You stood at the door in a stolen hoodie and pajama shorts, eyes blazing in fury.
"Save whatever you need to and I will see you in the car." Your voice calm as you remove your hand, leaving no room for negotiation. "Yeah, yes, yes. I'll just grab the whole laptop and-"
You put your hand up to stop him once more, the anger from before slipping into your tone. "Laptop stays here, save what is needed, get down to the car. I will not argue with you Martin; I am tired, pissed off, and approximately 45 seconds from putting one of your hard drives in the toilet and flushing till it sparks."
"Yes ma'am." The tall boy tripped over his own feet once again, frantically clicking to save every file before closing the reason he hadn't been home on time. You stood at the doorway still annoyed, arms crossed with car keys in hand. "Okay, I'm done." He turned back to you, walking back to the door. "And sorry. Really, really sorry."
"Apologize when you haven't been awake for 20+ hours and I'm not about to wring your neck." You walk faster than him, wanting to get back to your apartment so you could sleep for a few hours before you had to be up.
"Okay," Martin knew to choose his words wisely in the moment, mostly because you were his ride home without having to wake up his manager or staff who would likely give much harsher repercussions. "I'll buy you coffee in the morning, babe."
You think for a second, unlocking the doors to your car as it comes into view. "Coffee and a bagel. Just coffee won't get you off my shit-list."
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Who knew your boyfriend hated the blanket he got you?
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"I'm starting to think you like that blanket more than you like me." Ryul's eyes centered in on the weighted blanket on your body. "Every day I've come home to you on the couch with the damn thing."
"Not my fault the blanket doesn't leave me in a cold bed at 4 am without even as much as a kiss goodbye and a promise you'll be safe." Your voice held venom, the annoyance for Ryul leaving for the whole day without a goodbye festering after the 5th week in a row. You knew it was a given with his schedules, but you just wanted something small to get you through the day or till you have the chance to call him.
Ryul sighed at the remark, knowing it was a direct shot at his schedules for the last few days. "Baby, I want you to get your sleep. Plus you hate getting up early." The lack of sleep was weighing on Ryul as much as the blanket weighed on you. He didn't want to argue, he just wanted to spend the rest of the night with you. "Okay but it wouldn't kill you to wake me up for a few minutes in the morning so I can at least kiss you 'bye'. I hate waking up alone." You mumbled the last bit, cuddling into the blanket as you do so.
"Yeah but you might." Ryul mumbled under his breath as he walked to the bedroom, closing the door harder than intended. Tears gathered in your eyes as you stared at the television, movie forgotten and seen as unimportant. You hadn't heard the words from your boyfriend, although you wish you had in order to find an argument so he wasn't able to walk away as easily as he had.
It didn't take long for Ryul to emerge in pajamas with as many pillows and blankets as he could carry. His heart twisted at the sight of you hidden in the blanket he gifted you when his schedules started getting too busy to stay with you the whole night.
In seconds he got to work, building a partial fortress of comfort around you. He got to the weighted blanket and pulled it carefully off of your body, not breaking eye contact as he does so. "You know this should probably be heavier." Ryul kept his words quiet, the blanket pooled on the floor as he kneeled. "Still wouldn't be a good replacement for a boyfriend. Isn't that why you gave it to me?" He could practically taste the bitterness in your question, smiling a little as a chaste kiss is placed on your forehead.
"I gave this to you so you didn't feel alone, sweetheart. It wasn't a replacement for me." Slowly, Ryul lifted you into his lap, sitting where you had once been with his arms heavy around your waist. "If anything I kinda hate the damn thing. I want to be the one you're cuddled into all day but I can't be so you sit with a blanket instead and I hate it."
"Wake me up before you leave and you won't come home to it." You were buried against Ryul's shoulder, eyes drifting shut as you fully relax for the first time all day. "I just want to see you before you leave, Yul. Even when I'm half-asleep and barely able to think I still wanna be with you before you're gone all day."
"Okay baby, I'll wake you up when I have early schedules from now on." His voice lifted slightly as he held you tighter and closer. "Good, now give me back my blanket. You're my bed now and I can't sleep without a blanket on."
Just thinking about being Fuma and Yuma's good kitty rn
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, poly dynamics, oral (f receiving), headlock, blindfold (yuma), dom Fuma and Yuma, praise, reader gets called 'kitty'
Thinking about Fuma and Yuma whose favourite aphrodisiac is sharing you.
They donât quite understand what it is about it, the way you fit so gorgeously in between them, a sort of puzzle piece carved just for them. A pretty angel living in between the two demons whoâd corrupted her, how poetic it was.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of their colognes, a heavy haze that clung to your skin. You could pick out Yumaâs distinct scent though, he always smelled like camellias in the spring, a stark contrast to the way he could move in between your legs.Â
You were tucked perfectly between themâa living, breathing puzzle piece that only felt complete when you were being shared, claimed and thoroughly corrupted by their combined hunger.
You sat on Fumaâs lap, your back pressed firmly against the broad, hard expanse of his chest as he leaned back against the headboard. The friction of his clothes against your skin was a tease, but it was the restrictive hold he had on you that made your breath hitch.Â
Fuma had one of his muscular legs hooked firmly between yours, forcing your thighs wide, pinning you wiiide open and vulnerable for Yuma. Were you really going to fight back against that? Of course not.Â
After all, you were their good little kitty.Â
Nevertheless, you squirmed in Fuma's iron hold, trapped and exposed, utterly at their mercy. You could feel every lick, every nibble as Yuma's tongue mapped out your most intimate places.
"Mmm, our naughty kitty is getting impatient, isn't she?" Fuma growled, his hot breath tickling your ear. He tightened the grip on your neck, pulling you back harder against him. "Such a greedy little thing, always hungry for more."
Yuma chuckled darkly between your legs, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. "I don't think our kitty is in any position to complain, now is she? Not with my face buried in her pretty cunt."
Fumaâs arm wasn't enough to choke you, but it was enough to make you feel completely owned, your throat exposed and your senses swirling. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, dark rumble that vibrated through your spine.
"Look at you, kitty," Fuma murmured, his grip tightening slightly. "So desperate for us,â
The feeling of his arm around your neck was getting you drunker by the second but fuckkk did it feel like heaven, hell and purgatory all at once. You could feel the predatory heat radiating from both of them.
Yuma was a ghost of heat and wetness, his world reduced to velvet darkness under the blindfold on his eyes. Without the guidance of sight, he relied on the tremors of your thighs and the sharp gasps escaping your lips to navigate.
He dove in with a feral intensity, his tongue swirling around your clit with a precision that felt supernatural. He knew every ridge, every sensitive nerve ending, tracing the map of your pleasure with a slow, agonizing deliberation. You bucked against him, starved of friction, more of that wicked tongue that was driving you mad.
"You're shaking, kitty," Yuma whispered against your soaking wet folds, his hot breath sending shivers racing up your legs. "I can feel how much you want this. I don't even need to see you to know exactly how to break you."
The combination was overwhelming. The crushing security of Fumaâs hold from behind and the relentless, wet friction of Yumaâs tongue below drove you toward the edge. You whimpered, arching your back into Fumaâs chest, your fingers clawing at the sheets.Â
Fuma chuckled, a dark, possessive sound, and pressed his cheek against yours, praising you in a voice dripping with affection and dominance. "That's it, pretty girl. Just take it all. Let Yuma eat every single drop of you."
Yuma shifted his angle, suctioning your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue in a rapid, rhythmic assault. He had two of his beautiful fingers stuck right in along with his tongue, thick and long digits which were dancing their tango inside of you, caressing every spot that he knew hit you like a cannon in the chest.Â
"Fuck, look at her soak my fingers," Yuma groaned after long moments of torturous licks. He brought a hand up to your lips, painting them with your own essence. "Taste yourself, little kitty. Taste how fucking sweet you are."
You had no choice but to obey, parting your lips for his probing fingers. You lapped at them like a kitten at a bowl of cream, savoring the musky taste of your own arousal. Your tongue swirled around his skin while Fuma held you tight, both of them basking in the sight of their beautiful, ruined angel.
The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, pushing you hurtling towards your climax. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as they drove you relentlessly towards the edge.
"Cum for us, kitty," Fuma demanded, his voice a low growl. "Show us how much you loooove being our plaything."
The tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter until you couldn't hold it back. With a keening cry, you shattered, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashed over you.Â
You gushed all over Yuma's face, soaking him with your release. He just smirked up at you, looking thoroughly debauched.
"Fucking perfect.â He purred, licking his lips.
You collapsed back against Fuma's chest, utterly spent and sated. But you knew this was only the beginning. The night was still young, and your demons had barely begun to play.
The proof? Provided enough when Fuma jutted up into you and the feeling of his hardened cock sent butterflies flying all around you. Â
Fuma's lips curled into a wicked smirk against your neck as he continued his rough juts up. "Look at you, coming undone so easily for us," he grunted. "Such a good little kitty, so responsive to our touch."
Yuma moved up your body, smearing your juices across your stomach as he went, âAnother round, pretty girl?â He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving in to tangle with yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, the musky flavor of your arousal mingling with the faint hint of his cologne.
âOurs.â Fuma snarled and bucked harder into you, his fingers digging bruisingly into your hips, âOur kitty, only ours, yeah?â Fuma grabbed your chin, forcing your head back to bare your throat to his teeth.
Yumaâs beautiful black hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at you with a hungry gaze, âOnly for our eyes, isnât that right, sweet girl?â
WellâŚ.
Taki standing outside the door, peeking in from the cracks, the front of his pants and his hand faintly damp, would certainly have something to say about that. Such a sweet kitty you were, he thought.
He just had to join now, didnât he?â
fin.
A/N: for my beloved Nika @kwnnies she's probably gonna scream at me in the gc ehehehe. Also need everybody to know Jyuugoya started playing in the middle of writing this and i had a physical reaction to my man's voice in the bridge.
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these are not actual proper headcanons i just wanted to make the pun
Read at your own risk of my thoughts.
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Jay Park is a hold me back not a hear me out.
Okay now that that is covered; I want to give him some god-tier head even though I am by technicality old enough to be his kid.
How he would react? I have some ideas
To start, he is not a head pusher. Doesn't match the vibe and hasn't shown (at least not that i've seen feel free to correct me) that he would be.
Instead he seems to be more the type to stabilize you by holding your hair in an almost gentle manner so he can fuck your throat
He's not cruel (unless you say he can be and he has some form of safe word/signal established) and wouldn't be so rough that you get bruises in the back of your throat
But he would be rough to the point of feeling a twinge of soreness in your jaw the next day
He wouldn't explicitly ask for head, 'hints' would be dropped through out the day and he would just hope that you figure it out. Realistically the 'hints' are super obvious and you always know what he wants
When you oblige to the 'hints', you are almost certain to be rewarded with praise and your own god-tier sloppy top
Now it's not a secret Jay is in good shape and takes care of himself
The man eats well, works out, keeps himself to a higher standard than like 99.98% of the male population that is actually having sex. This means that swallowing is and always will be on the table. He tastes good and you can't even pretend like he doesn't because the second you imply that he doesn't he's eating pineapple and kiwi like he'll die if he doesn't
Also you probably told him one time that his cum was the best you ever tasted so now he's determined to maintain that status
Circling back to my original point â Jay holds your head still in a gentle hold
He doesn't want to leave bruises anywhere where you could be uncomfortable with and he doesn't want to pull your hair unless you're on your knees in front of a mirror and his cock is all you can think about while you clench around him in desperation. Your mind so stewed and cock drunk you have to rely on him to hold your body up-right while he uses your pussy for anything he desires in the moment
He'll be gentle until told otherwise and you love it because it means you can tease him all you want and he won't do anything to stop you cause if he does you'll walk away and leave him hard for the rest of the day
The moon was bright, shining in your eyes as you stared upwards at the sky from the balcony of your small apartment. The gentle natural light mixed with the glow from your laptop as James switched between watching you and working on something on his phone, a wired earbud in his ear and connected to his computer so he could hear if you moved or said something. It was a quiet call; something you cherished whenever he was busy or traveling.
Quiet mimicked when he was able to stay at your apartment and you were able to just exist together. No fans, no fame, no work, no stress - just you and James.
Your eyes traced the faint constellations you can find through the light of the city, James' eyes finding something he missed after months of being away from one another. He could see them in the moonlight, little spots of melanin on the apples of your cheek. They were so faint he hadn't seen them before, but in that moment he could see them clearer than any choreography, any sheet music, any sequence of production. And it made his heart ache to be there with you so he could count every last little mark on your skin.
"You have freckles." James' voice was soft, making sure he wouldn't disturb Juhoon's reading even though the younger man was wearing headphones to not interfere with the call.
A sound of confusion left your lips, looking to the monitor and at the small screen showing what was shown to James from your camera. You hadn't noticed the small dots had reappeared after vacation with your family a week or so ago. "Oh," you looked back to the sky not thinking much about the fact James had stated. "Yeah, they probably came back after the trip with my family."
"I didn't know you had them." He seemed almost sad by not having noticed them before. "No one really does, I cover them when I do have them and I wear sunscreen so they don't come back very often."
"They're nice." You turn back to the screen as an unseen blush dusts your ears. "I think they look lovely and I wish I had noticed them before."
"You flatter me, Yufan." He smiled softly, looking back to whatever he was working on. The quiet settled once again, although now it's time for you to watch him. His glasses slowly slip down his nose, his hand coming up to push them back unconsciously. His lips moved slightly, words unheard by the microphone in his earbuds.
James suddenly looked up, startling you slightly. His voice was still soft, just with an air of knowledge discovered this time. "They're like stars. Not always seen but always there." A smile drew over his lips, silently proud of his thought process. "That means I have to map out the constellations before I can't see the stars again."
"Okay," You laugh slightly at his idea, smile matching his own. "You can map them when you get home and I'll make sure you can see them whenever they show up."
Ryul's eyes darted to your phone lying face down on the table. It always went off exactly 26 minutes into the weekly dinner with Lngshot and a handful of other staff from More Vision.
It was clockwork; 26 minutes into dinner you get a call from your boyfriend, you step away for 5 to 8 minutes and when you comeback you excuse yourself from the meal and apologize for not being able to stay with a myriad of excuses. He started timing it after the 4th week having noticed the pattern.
Tonight was no different. Twenty-six minutes had passed, after everyone ordered and right before food arrived. You reach for your phone, but Ryul's hand covers your phone before you grab it. "I'm sure he's fine, he's an adult and can handle it on his own, Y/N." The words tumbled out before he could think of the ramifications. "Have fun with us this week, you never stay."
The other staff nod, making small comments about how you never get to stay and eat with them. You think about it, realizing you've never actually been able to stay past ordering your meal. "Okay. Let me just call and tell him I'm gonna stay out tonight." A smile painted Ryul's lips, moving his hand off the phone that had been nonstop buzzing since the first three rings. You grab the phone and step away like usual, Ryul accidentally following a moment later as he excuses himself to the restroom.
"No I wanna stay and have dinner, I never get to." Your voice was tight, a sound Ryul knew from when you got the call about your mom being in the hospital and you had to step away from fixing his hair. He didn't truly want to eavesdrop; but he could hear yelling from the line and his heart clenched. "You always go out with your friends and coworkers, why can't I-" More yelling.
He couldn't fully make out the words of the man on the other side of the phone, but he knew they hurt you by the way your eyes began to water. He only stepped closer once the line went dead and you dropped the phone from your ear, tears falling onto the screen as you stared at the contact. Your eyes were red, your nose a similar color from sniffling. Ryul's stomach twisted almost painfully at the sight, he hated seeing someone so beautiful treated so horribly.
"How long has he talked to you like that?" The words slipped from Ryul's lips without meaning to, his thoughts externalizing before his filter could stop him. Your head jolted up, tears still falling as you meet his eyes. They held so much kindness when directed at you âeven now when you would typically be met with pity and annoyance.
"A year, since I started working at More Vision." You trembled, attempting to dampen your emotions for just a small amount of time to not seem helpless in front of Ryul.
"That's not right," Ryul stepped closer, his voice low to not draw more attention that you may not want. "No one should talk to a lady like that." You shrugged, still trying to will your tears away. "I'm used to being treated like this at this rate. It's how it's been for a year and it was like this with my ex."
The confession broke Ryul's heart in pieces, to know you had already been conditioned to just take the yelling. "I could treat you so much better, Y/N."
You both froze at Ryul's words. What had he just confessed.
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I literally love all of you, but as a Tumblr veteran, Tumblr's main feature is the reblog feature. It is the beating heart of the dashboard and the foundation for a chronological timeline. The For You page here should not be your default setting.
You guys have got to start reblogging stuff you enjoy, especially, specifically gifs and fan art but also fics and fan theories or even hot takes if you're not afraid of a lil discourse. I'm tired of being the first or third reblog for a person's post and then seeing my blog's followers do nothing but hit like, while blogs sit there with no new posts in months or years!
Reblog more stuff please. Thank you, have a good day.
You're not even going to reblog this post are you đŤŠ
"30 Minutes?! This is a 30 minute walk? For a cafe?" Ever the dramatics from your boyfriend as he stops in the middle of the group, staring at Yechan in disbelief. You keep walking as Yechan turns around, placing far more trust than he should in the other guys to tell him before he runs into anything or anyone.
"Yes, it's a 30 minute walk and no, it's a brunch place. They stop taking orders at 4 so we need to walk faster than what we are now."
"No, I'm not going that's too far and I'm hungry." Seongil turns and starts walking back to the dorms. The other members pause to possibly follow their leader as you and Yechan keep walking. "It's 2:15 so we'll make it -you're gonna hit a pole turn around- if we just keep going at this pace." Your phone screen goes dark after checking the time, matching the pace of your friend.
Yechan turns around in time to avoid the pole he was about to hit, hearing the other members decide to keep going as they were curious about the place as well. A moment of light chatter passed before running footsteps approached the group, arms encircling your waist quickly and lifting you off the ground and over someone's shoulder. That someone being Seongil as you recognized the sweater he was wearing. Your boyfriend quickly started running back to the dorm after capturing you, leaving the other members confused as to what had happened.
As your boyfriend reached the dorm and opened the front door he still held you over his shoulder as if it was the most normal action and show of affection in the world. "Babe, can you at least put me on the couch? You already kidnapped me from trying to get something to eat with our friends."
"Okay but I can cook here for you and it's not kidnapping cause you're my girlfriend."
"Still kidnapping, and put me down I'm getting lightheaded." He huffed slightly and shifted you into a bridal hold, smiling as if proud of himself for not putting you down yet. "There! Now you aren't gonna be lightheaded anymore."
"You look far too proud of your actions." His ears start to redden but the smile never fades. "Okay I'm a little proud. I just wasn't expecting you to keep walking with Yechan when I walked away."
"Oh my gosh! Cho Seongil you are so jealous for no reason!" You lightly hit his shoulder, rewrapping your arms around his neck immediately after.
"Okay okay, I got jealous. But can you blame me? You didn't even stop to consider coming back with me." His smile began to fade, eyes slowly turning to puppy eyes to try and ensure you weren't annoyed with him.
"That's because I wanted to try a new place to eat and I trust Yechan's recommendations. You're just dramatic, especially for running back and grabbing me."
"We can go earlier tomorrow then! Just you and me. I'm also only slightly dramatic." The attempt to rectify his actions made you giggle kissing his cheek quickly. "Okay, we'll go tomorrow and you will be making me food now cause we aren't eating with our friends like we planned." Seongil beamed immediately, Placing you on the couch and kissing your head. "Deal."
You laughed softly, watching him walk into the kitchen. "So strange and dramatic."
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If you are Lngshot or Jay park, scroll tf on this does not concern you. For those of you who have seen it, this is the Ryul ver of my Mackiah post
this goofy fuck. he hates that he whines but what's he gonna do?
Ryul is brooding and stoic and tries with all his might to seem badass. Unfortunately he will never reach that simply because he's so whipped he can't help but give in every single time your hands touch him in any way shape or form.
every time your hands are on him he can't stop himself from melting and turning all of his attention to you. he could be doing whatever he needs to do at home, but the moment he feels your hands trail over his back and down his arms, all bets are off. he turns to you, kissing your hands and wrists asking what you needed in the softest voice.
he's so affectionate as you step closer, hands in his hair and leaning down slowly to kiss him.
the moment you decide to be a little evil and pull his head backwards by his hair, you hear it.
it starts as a groan, your nails digging into his hair to draw it out just a bit more. you lean down, moving into his lap as your lips meet, tugging once more on his hair to get another reaction. that small attempt is enough to pull a whine from his throat.
that whine is something you only hear when you catch him far enough off guard and tired. he tries so hard to not whine, but it becomes so hard with every moment you're against him.
he wants to try and steel himself, but god your lips feel so good and your pussy is right over his clothed cock. your hips are rolling just barely to hear him whine over and over.
he doesn't actually know how long you two made out, just knows he wants you in every way he can and in every position he can get. but; inevitably you stand up, leaving Ryul hard and a soft whiney tone in his voice. "Come back baby, I need you."
"Promise to let me hear you whine just a little more and you can have me as much as you want." no words had to be said as Ryul stood up and lifted you over his shoulder, a silent agreement he knew he would regret later, but right now he couldn't care.
âCassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.â