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zb1 pls don’t fall apart i’ll cry

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hii love ur work as always, can i req how zb1 would react to you not being able to walk the next morning after yk !!🫶

oh you put thoughts into my head.. i hope you enjoy anon

warnings biting, pussy eating, overstimulation, dacryphilia, gym sex, kissing, teasing, bruises, fingering, cockwarming, sorry if i miss anything …

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Sung Hanbin’s eyes stay on you with an amused smile on his face as he watches you try (and fail) to walk toward the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. You turn to face him, your face scrunched up in annoyance as well as embarrassment, being unable to walk due to the night before. Your legs felt as heavy as lead pipes, waving him over to help you to the bathroom. Hanbin is quick on his feet (that only adds to your slight annoyance) helping you up by placing an arm around your back underneath your armpits to help lift you up from the floor. The walk itself to the bathroom felt like forever, sighing in relief as you sat on the toilet, leaning forward to place the top of your head against his stomach, using Hanbin’s body as a head rest.

“I hate you,” you grumbled, the pain in between your legs down to the sore bruises on your legs serving as a constant reminder. Hanbin does nothing but laugh a little, running a hand through your hair as he says you’re pretty, too proud of himself to deny being proud of causing your current state.

Kim Jiwoong uses the arm wrapped behind your shoulders to bring you into a kiss, his lips warm and soft against your own. The fingers of his free hand snake their way down to gently touch your swollen clit, causing you to jerk.

“It’s too sensitive,” you whined, burying your face into the small space of his arm and chest. He chuckled while moving your face to regain eye contact, moving it back down to try and touch the swollen bud. You jerk once again telling him it was too much, a cocky smirk on his lips as he asks why you were so sensitive down there. To which you whine and tell him that he knows exactly why. Jiwoong plays dumb, claiming he has no idea before asking you to enlighten him! You know you’ll get nowhere if you don’t play along, a blush erupting across your face as you explain how he made you cum too many times in a row and now you were incredibly sore and incapable of walking. His eyes are fixated on you which makes you nervous blushing more as he pins you down, a hand sneaking it’s way in between your legs, fingers brushing up against the swollen bud making your eyes roll back with a moan.

“Let’s stay in bed then.” Jiwoong states, your head is already too fuzzy to care much about anything else besides the feeling of his touch.

Zhang Hao kisses your cheeks, apologizing in between each one for immobilizing you.

“I didn’t think I went that hard, I'm sorry.”

He’s trying to be sincere with his apology but your scowl makes him laugh, it being too cute for him. You whine that he’s mean for leaving you unable to walk correctly and now laughing at your face, Hao explaining he truly didn’t mean to. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, lips quivering as you tried (and miserably failed) to hold back your tears.

At first Hao instantly begins to comfort you and apologizes again, growing quiet as you accidentally brush your hand against his growing erection. Silence fills out the room, looking up at Hao who is staring down at you with wide eyes, swallowing hard once he sees the tears staining your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he begins to say but the way your eyes were shining wet with tears, he cups your face to pull you into a heated kiss.

“You look so pretty when you cry, you know?”

Whining you call him stupid, sighing as he pulls you into his lap, rutting against his bulge as he stares at your pretty stained face. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Seok Matthew sets his weights down, walking across the gym to stand behind you, his hands grazing up your sides until they settle in the dips of your shoulders. You watch him through the mirror, tipping your head back until it rests lightly against his stomach.

“You need help?”

With a shake of your head you let out a small laugh as Matthew questions you again making you blush bringing up this morning.

“You sure? You needed help getting out of bed this morning.”

“Matthew!” Giving his arm a light slap, he bends over your body in a fit of laughter, his hands leaving their previous spot on your shoulders down in between your legs. His fingers dangerously brush up against your clothed pussy, the fabric being swallowed easily as he pushes the digits. Moans drip from your mouth from his skilled touch, tilting your head to the side to watch him work you via the mirror. His taunting words reminding you how hard he fucked you the night before he had to carry you out of bed to get to the gym makes you body arch beneath him. It doesn’t take long for you to beg him to take you there on your yoga mat, climbing off the bench to position yourself onto the ground.

You didn’t care about the outcome of this, your body aches melting into distant memories until a few hours from now, clinging to Matthew pathetically as he guides you on your trembling legs to the bedroom.

Kim Taerae kisses down your inner thighs, a smug smile on his face as he asks where you got the bruises from.

“You know where,” you tell him with a slightly annoyed undertone, your thighs jerking as he bites down into the soft skin in retaliation.

He was purposely teasing you, your body aching from a few hours ago, unable to walk properly without limping as well. Taerae rubs your clit with his fingers, your head rolling to the side as you breathlessly moan.

“You look so hot all bruised up like this, remember all of it?”

Sparking your memories of him bending you nearly in half and abusing your pussy, you grew wetter, much to Taerae’s amusement as he leaned forward and lapped his tongue over the slit of your pussy in response. Working his fingers alongside his tongue before kissing your clit, you grab the pillows behind your head, arching to gain more friction. Taerae’s lips leave your clit with a lewd yet pop, clenching around his fingers growing more insane with each passing second. It hurt to move, unable to suppress your pained noises which Taerae quickly turned to moans as he turned to finger fuck you as his tongue and lips worked together in harmony to abuse your clit.

It didn’t take long for you to cum, an embarrassed laugh coming from you as you looked down at Taerae, his face wet paired with that damn smile of his.

Ricky smirks watching you cling to the bed frame, legs shaking as you try to stand up. Falling back onto the bed with a pained groan, Ricky offers to help you, whipping your head around to glare at him.

“You did this in the first place.”

“I remember someone asking for me to go harder.”

Opening then shutting your mouth you face away from him, he wasn’t wrong about that but you didn’t want to admit that either. Feeling the bed shake as Ricky moves about, you feel a hand slip up from your neck to cup your cheek, trying to get you to face him.

“Look at me.”

Refusing at first, Ricky gives a dumbfounded chuckle before forcing you to face him. His eye contact was intense, you know that he loved keeping eye contact when playing with you like this. More so, you knew he loved watching as you struggled to maintain it as he fucked you mercilessly.

Cupping your jaw, he kisses you, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth before letting it free, your eyes widening from the few seconds of pain. It doesn’t take much for you to end up back underneath him, arms tightly crossed behind his neck, moaning loudly whilst maintaining eye contact as Ricky quickens his thrusts. Each time he reconnected with your thighs, a loud slap being hurt echoing from the room.

You knew you’d be unable to move even an inch after this, Ricky smiling at you, coaxing you to keep your eyes open as he pins you down for him to use so perfectly.

Gyuvin nuzzles into the crook of your neck, a whine coming from you asking him to stop moving so much. Your body was already insanely sore, Gyuvin having to help carry you to the bathroom and then back to bed. Having already faced the teasing from your boyfriend for being unable to walk, you wanted to settle down for a bit, Gyuvin not seeming to get the hint.

“Sorry,” he whispered, a clear smile on his face based on his tone.

He shifts again behind you, your nails digging into his bare thigh as you gasp, his dick pushing deeper into your already sensitive pussy. It was clear this was on purpose but he’d deny it, trying to look over your shoulder to glare at him, demanding he settle down. However, he doesn’t, instead he lifts your leg up and begins to thrust back into you. Gyuvin’s movements are fluid, your eyes scrunched up as you moaned loudly begging for him to continue. Your thoughts became cloudy, words slurred, quite literally going dumb on his dick, the pain in your legs being forgotten for now.

Gyuvin absolutely loves dumbing you down for him to use.

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Gunwook holding your thighs open while gyub goes down on you

Oh fuck, y'all are gonna make me go insane (the parasites...)

It all happened so fast: from an innocent sleepover with the two boys, filled with laughter to Gunwook having you in front of your mirror on his lap, his hands on your thighs, keeping them spread apart while Gyuvin had his head buried between your legs, teasingly licking up your folds as you moaned from having his tongue on your sensitive skin. It wasn't helping at all that you were fully naked in front of them and that they were beyond horny that made you end up like this. Gunwook kept holding your thighs, kneading the soft flesh as you arched your back, while Gyuvin devoured you. His lips were latched onto your clit, sucking it in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue, before letting go of it and moving lower. You could tell how much he was getting pussy drunk with the way he slipped his tongue inside your gushing hole, eagerly licking up the liquid while tongue fucking you, his moans muffled against your folds as he ate you out. It was no surprise that you'd end up overstimulated while Gyuvin was pussy drunk and so addicted to your taste that he wouldn't stop <3

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queue is filling up OIL UP

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ok... posting a fic... get ur pussies ready...

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f!r mentions of injuries oblivious!bsf!jake

ㅤ ︵︵⠀𓈒⠀𓏵 ㅤ you're standing in front of him, lips pressed together, and JAKE still has no explanation for his actions. he doesn't know what came over him tonight; all he knows is that he got into a fight with a guy he barely knows over you.

his best friend, the girl who he grew up with, the one who knows all of his secrets. the girl who's now wiping the blood off of his bruised knuckles, even though he insisted that he could do it himself.

the silence is almost unbearable for him. it's different than the other silences the two of you sometimes find yourselves in; this one is.. heavier. he knows that it's his fault and it tears him up inside knowing that you're upset with him (even if you're not acting like it—he knows you are).

"i'm—"

"don't."

he shuts up.

you continue taking care of his wounds in silence, each second making jake feel sicker and sicker. surely, you're not that mad—right? you barely knew the guy, you looked uncomfortable with the way his hand was rubbing your arm. did you look uncomfortable? he can't remember, the only thing he remembers is the uncomfortable feeling blossoming in his chest.

when you finish wrapping his knuckles, you pull away, an exhausted sigh leaving your lips. he perks up, waiting for you to speak.

"you're genuinely so stupid."

immediately, "i know."

"like–i don't get why you did that. he was literally just minding his business before you came and jumped him."

"i know."

you glare at him and he frowns.

"if you know, why'd you do it? you're lucky the cops weren't called."

jake hesitates. he can tell you're irritated and he has no idea what to say to make you less so. if he apologizes, you'll tell him to shut up again. if he says that he doesn't know, you'll probably walk out without giving him a chance to make things right with you.

"he just—" he runs a hand through his already messy hair, "you looked uncomfortable, i guess. i wasn't thinking about how stupid it was."

you scoff, "yeah, obviously."

jake's thinking of what to say next when you speak once more. your voice is 10x softer than it was before and his heart speeds up.

"thank you, though. he wasn't making me uncomfortable, but it's the thought that counts." you ruffle his hair, holding back a laugh.

it almost distracts him enough to ignore your last sentence. almost.

"you wanted him to flirt with you?"

you blink, "what?"

"it looked like he was flirting with you, that's why i thought you were uncomfortable."

he watches you experience almost every emotion in a span of seconds. the most prevalent ones being shock and then, to his surprise, amusement. he's even more surprised when you actually begin laughing so hard that you have to hold onto his arm so you don't lose your balance.

"oh my god—there's no way." you say into between gasps of air, "what about our interaction gave flirting?"

he feels his face heat up, "um, i don't—he was touching you, i don't know."

calmed down, you straighten up. he tries not to notice that you're still holding onto his arm.

"he was drunk, jake, he was trying to hold himself up. he has a girlfriend and why would i flirt with him when i like.." you trail off.

"when you like?"

he almost stops himself from asking. you like someone? how did he not know? and why, god, does it make a hard-to-ignore pit form in his stomach?

"come on, you know."

he makes a face, pulling away from you. "no, i don't?"

"jake, seriously, it's so obvious. everyone knows."

he fully takes a step back from you. everyone knows? he's your supposed best friend and he's the only one out of the loop? he's friends with everyone you're friends with and he hasn't gotten any inkling of you liking one of them. he feels like he got punched again.

jake watches the realization that he really doesn't know set in on your face and you sigh again. he tenses.

"you're genuinely so, so stupid." you repeat your earlier words. he's about to protest when you cut him off, "i like you. did you really not know? riki's been making fun of me for it for, like, weeks now."

jake has to do everything in his power to not fall to the floor out of shock. you like him? even after he beat up a guy for no reason?

"are you—wait, i like you too, but are you serious?"

"yeah, i'm pretty serious." you smile at him for the first time tonight and he swears his heart swells up.

"can i be your boyfriend then?" he winces at how awkward he sounds, "sorry, i have no idea how to act right now."

giggling, "i can tell, however, you can't be my boyfriend." before he can overthink everything that just happened, you press a kiss to his cheek. "i'm still mad at you for fighting someone. ask me in the morning."

pulling away, you ruffle his hair again. he's in a daze for a few seconds, finding it difficult to remember how to speak, but he eventually does.

"stay the night?"

"duh."

hi my coworker pmo so i wrote this to cope idk. jake lost the fight btw! he can't fight sorry :/ also apologies oblivious jake is a tired out trope from me..

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5 Tiny Writing Tips That Aren’t Talked About Enough (but work for me)

These are some lowkey underrated tips I’ve seen floating around writing communities — the kind that don’t get flashy attention but seriously changed how I write.

1. Put “he/she/they” at the start of the sentence less often.

Try switching up your sentence rhythm. Instead of

“She walked to the window,”

try

“The window creaked open under her touch.”

Keeps it fresh and stops the paragraph from sounding like a checklist.

2. Don’t describe everything — describe what matters.

Instead of listing every detail in a room, pick 2–3 objects that say something.

“A half-drunk mug of tea and a knife on the table”

sets a way stronger tone than

“There was a wooden table, two chairs, and a shelf.”

3. Use beats instead of dialogue tags sometimes.

Instead of:

"I'm fine," she said.

Try:

"I'm fine." She wiped her hands on her skirt.

It helps shows emotion, and movement.

4. Write your first draft like no one will ever read it.

No pressure. No perfection. Just vibes. The point of draft one is to exist. Let it be messy and weird — future you will thank you for at least something to edit.

5. When stuck, ask: “What’s the most fun thing that could happen next?”

Not logical. Not realistic. FUN. It doesn’t have to stay — but chasing excitement can blast through writer’s block and give you ideas you actually want to write.

What’s a tip that unexpectedly helped with your writing? Let me know!! 🍒

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the yaoi in me is stirring...

oh i need to sit down

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I said it before, I’m say it a thousand times more:

Fuck Donald trump!

Fuck Donald trump!

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Fuck Donald trump!

Fuck Donald trump!

Fuck Donald trump!

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aigo old acc thriving

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this is such a specific scenario but i’ve had it in my head for so long pls hear me out,,,

baker!reader made gyuvin a mango dessert and he’s so excited and grateful that he fingers you while making u feed it to him 😖 and he’s like “baby i want another bite stop getting distracted” but how can you focus on anything but his hands??!

cw teasing, grinding, fingering, little bit of clit & nipple play

✉️ hey... hey... how y'all doing... (I'm back lol)

“Okay, you have to be honest if you like it or not,” you say, a nervous smile on your face as you approach your boyfriend who’s sat at your dining table. He looks almost out of place there, too big to sit comfortably in the pastel colored chairs that you’d thrifted, but the grin on his face tells you that there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. Your fingers rub over the edge of the plate that holds the mango tart you’d been working on all day again, another sign of your shyness. 

Gyuvin reaches for your waist, his own large hands curling around you with his fingers tangling into the baby pink tank top you’re wearing. “So if I hate it?”

You almost want to smack his shoulder as he pulls you closer. “Then I’m never making anything for you ever again,” you joke, and he pretends to pout, big brown eyes softening at the edges in the way they always did when he looked at you. You were in the midst of creating a recipe for Gyuvin’s birthday dessert, so who else would be the best taste-tester other than the man you were baking for himself?

But when you try to slide into the seat next to him, his hands prevent you from doing so. Instead, he gently pulls you into his lap, handling you with care like always. His sweatpants are soft against your bare legs, the barely-there touch making your nerves light with something other than anticipation. Gyuvin leans closer, eyes flicking down to your lips. But just as your eyes flutter shut, waiting for his mouth to meet yours, the rough brush of his thumb over the corner of your mouth is what you receive instead.

“Gimme a bite then.” Tease.

A small huff leaves you, and you all but slam the plate down onto the table as Gyuvin uses his grip on your hips to settle you back against the bulge in his pants. Oh. You do your best to act like you’re not affected, like you don’t notice. Because if he wanted to mess with you then you could mess with him right back. You shift, deliberately grinding against him as you scoop up a piece of the tart with a fork. Gyuvin inhales sharply between his teeth. You grin.

Glancing back over your shoulder and twisting your upper body to offer him the bite, you’re met with the sight of Gyuvin with pupils that are blown wide and cheeks that rival the pink of your lounge set. “Open your mouth then,” you mumble, pressing your thumb to his lips to pry open his jaw. He obliges.

You almost drop the fork when his own thumb drags along the waistband of your shorts. 

A noise escapes your throat at how he strokes the sensitive skin, but you still manage to get the tart into his mouth. And he manages to get his hand into your underwear. 

Your eyes flutter as his fingers find your clit, already slick and swollen with arousal. He rubs over it, circling the sensitive nub, and despite your attempts to act indifferent, your hips buck against his hand. Your moan is drowned out by Gyuvin over exaggerating his own from the taste of the mango on his tongue. 

“Stop– mocking me,” you say breathlessly, fingers gripping the fork as you turn back around to face the table. 

Gyuvin ignores you. “S’amazing, baby, the best thing you’ve ever made…” He slips a finger inside, and your walls clench around the thick digit instantly. “The pastry is light and flaky, and the filling–” God, you could hear the grin in his voice at the innuendo. “It’s sour, and fruity, and almost as sweet as my favorite thing to eat–” You cut him off with a cry. 

At the sound, he pumps his finger in and out of you faster, his thumb circling your clit and his palm pressing against your mound with each thrust. You can feel how wet you are, how ready your cunt is for him. You can also feel how it makes him throb against the confines of his sweatpants for the need to be inside of you. “Not funny,” you whine, head falling back against his shoulder. 

His other hand slides up your side, cupping your breast to squeeze and knead the soft flesh. His fingers roll and tug at your nipple, pinching and twisting the sensitive peak as he finger-fucks you hard and fast, the obscene sound of your arousal filling the room. “C’mon baby, give me another bite… Don’t know why you’re so distracted.”

You could only hope that baking him this tart on his birthday would result in the same reaction.

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rae's +chat lives got me thinking....

idol!rae turning on live to talk to his fans after schedule and yn has to stay out of frame cuz he cant get caught with her! but the live was getting too long and yn got bored 😶 probably rile him up so he can fk yn good after he ends the live abruptly 🧐

horny for rae hours are back 😔✊🏻

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cw stripping, teasing, lowkey some vouyerism, little bit of breast play, mentions of YN being wet & Taerae getting hard, mentions of Taerae maybe degrading reader

✉️ teddy bear anon your mind is so big & beautiful. I wish I had +chat... ugh

As much as you liked to believe it, you weren’t a patient person. Especially when you were horny.

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend all day, so it only made sense that you decided to surprise him at his dorm after his long schedule. Showing up freshly showered and moisturized with the lotion that he likes so much, wearing a matching set of his favorite color, it was clear what you wanted. 

But he didn’t seem to notice. Because all you got in return was a hug and a quick kiss before Taerae was setting up his phone to get on live. You were understanding. He had an image to uphold, and you knew how grateful he was for the support of his fans. But you needed attention too. Nevertheless, here you are, sitting comfortably in Taerae’s gaming chair across the room from him as he lays on his bed while responding to comments. 

You’ve never wanted to break a phone more in your life. 

If looks could kill, the electronic in Taerae’s hands would be dead as you glare at him from across the room. But of course, since you don’t want him to feel bad, every time he glances at you to check if you’re okay, you give him a small smile. Even though your pussy feels like it’s about to leak through your panties. You glance at the LED clock on his bedside table again. Half an hour was long enough for him to be on live, right? Whatever. 

You’d been waiting all night for him, so you stand and strip your (his) sweatshirt up over your head, revealing the lacy bra underneath. Taerae’s eyes are on you instantly, and you fight the urge to grin at how his pupils dilate. He’d call you an attention whore for this later. As long as he fucked you like it, you wouldn’t care.

“What are you doing?” He mouths to you, probably out of frame. You just grin and step out of your shorts next.

Sitting back down, you spread your legs over the arms of his gaming chair, baring the wet spot that sits in the seat of your panties. “Hot,” you whisper back. Taerae visibly tenses. Both his frame on the mattress, and the bulge in his pants. Mission semi-accomplished. Now to just get him off that live.

A soft hum leaves your throat as your hands trace over the curve of your breasts, fingertips teasing your nipples through the rough fabric. The sensation has your back arching off the cool leather of the chair. You’d been wanting this relief all day. Wanting your boyfriend to do it for you, but you were going to have to provoke him to that point. Your cunt flutters around nothing in your panties, and another gush of wetness leaves your hole, soaking the fabric of your underwear even more. 

You were probably so swollen–

A yelp leaves you as your hands are tugged away from your breasts, wrists encircled by fingers that practically render them useless. You had been so caught up in relieving yourself that you hadn’t even noticed Taerae ended the live. Well, that was quick. 

“Got a reason for acting like such a whore while I’m on live with thousands of people watching?” His message is clear: No one else is allowed to hear you like that. Your back meets the mattress, and you can’t help but grin a little.

“Wanted your attention, Rae.”

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i hate w@keone like actually i fucking despise them honestly it might even be for the better if zb1 can't renew contracts ghis company is actually SHIT

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i swear i’m still mad at tumblr for deleting my first smut blog last time smh :(

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Requested by: @rosaeh Info: these were all made by me. please follow my rules & reblog/like if use!

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wait do i finish my blog theme or posting this stuff first

i have so many finished works just sitting in my notes app unposted it’s insane i need to fucking post these things oml

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i have so many finished works just sitting in my notes app unposted it’s insane i need to fucking post these things oml