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helloooo !! drop anthng u wanna say or ask to the characters in aaaany of my works n ill let them respond😚

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haven't seen u on my dash in a while I hope you're having a great day hoseoksactualass

this sounds so threatening

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does tumblr not have polls 🙁 ? pls drop in my inbox which would u first want me to write for a beomgyu smut :p

a. phone sex

b. angsty idol!beomgyu pwp

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[1:24 a.m.] I’m not gonna touch her 😡

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut // fluff 

word count: almost 2k

warning/s: oral (male receiving)

a/n: pls imagine this w cherry kook i miss cherry kook, also,, i changed my writing style…a bit? if you’ll notice? and this is gonna be long

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it makes me cringe to see my old works pop up in my notifs bcos u all seem to like it still🥺 thank you

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im sorry for the sudden disappearances i have a super miserable life 😭😭😭

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im sorry for the sudden disappearances i have a super miserable life 😭😭😭

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If you still accept the time stamp requests maybe 4:17 pm for namjoon. "Now I see what that the old lady meant." Thank you!!

The titan beetle is typically one of the largest insect species in the world. They live in the rain forests of Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, the Guianas and north-central Brazil. Most beetles can be found in dark, moist areas, under rocks, logs, and things of the sort. What Namjoon knows is this titan beetle is a ways to go from a rock, or a log, let alone Colombia.

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Namjoon feels a rush on the tips of his fingers. He aches in his careful crouch, longing to snap a photo because no friend was close enough to call over and enjoy the beetle’s presence with him.

He wants to solicit the witnessing of its flight, watch the hard shield of its wings lift like Lamborghini doors before buzzing off to who knows where. Taking out his phone altogether would scare it away, and if it means he could spend more of this tranquil with the beetle, there doesn’t have to be a photo. But Namjoon doesn’t care much for how short-lived experiences are, so scaring away the beetle with a photo doesn’t seem all too cruel as well.

Before he could even make a decision, a frail voice, an approach so weak but sudden, makes the beetle take its leave. Namjoon thinks Ah, well.

A clean, old lady is next to him, clean being her notable feature, with a coffin-dodger smile and half-closed eyes. She appears as if she has looked like this forever.

“The rainy dirt...” she sighs, birkenstock-clad feet planted where she had arrived.

Namjoon is a bit lost. He likes to think before responding. “Uh, what—Is there anything you need help with, miss?” his body slouches politely, his brown sachel swinging forward with his bow.

“We love the rainy dirt,” she smiles up at him, earning quite a puzzled smile back from Namjoon. There is only so much he can say to this. “And we love the smell of the rainy dirt.”

It hadn’t been raining at all. If it had, he wouldn’t question the emergence of the titan beetle.

“It’s going to come,” she continues with a nod before he could ask if she had anything she needed help with again. “I will go now,” she flattens her already neatly ironed blouse and turns on her step to walk back. Watching where she was going, he infers she was living in the house right next to the steps that descended into the narrow alley you had entered. A cat was fast asleep on the first step. If Namjoon listened hard enough, he could make out its purrs, and maybe what dreams it was having. What a strange, old lady, he thinks.

It seemed as if today, there was no time for confusion and no time to ponder. You emerge from the steps, paper bag with packed local and hot takoyaki inside. You trot to Namjoon, getting close enough to huff a “Let’s go; I’m starving.”

At that very second, the sky poured. Soft, cold rain kissed your skin, and the sunshine has not gone. This can be called the tiger’s wedding day. This is a local legend of a tiger marrying a fox, soliciting tears from a cloud that loved this fox, the cloud being the one above you, weeping behind the sun. You find yourself jumping on your toes, scuttling for shelter.

“Namjoon! This is gonna get wet; let’s go!” you jog to the nearest roof, your feet careful next to the cat that hadn’t risen from slumber. You have a tight embrace around the takoyaki, the paper bag brought to a crumple.

Namjoon stands still under the downpour, the touch in his heart visible in his face. “Ohhh... now I see what the old lady meant,” he chuckles, happy for him and the titan beetle long gone.

“Huh?! Get over here! You’re gonna get soaked!”

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If you still accept the time stamp requests maybe 4:17 pm for namjoon. "Now I see what that the old lady meant." Thank you!!

The titan beetle is typically one of the largest insect species in the world. They live in the rain forests of Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, the Guianas and north-central Brazil. Most beetles can be found in dark, moist areas, under rocks, logs, and things of the sort. What Namjoon knows is this titan beetle is a ways to go from a rock, or a log, let alone Colombia.

[[MORE]]

Namjoon feels a rush on the tips of his fingers. He aches in his careful crouch, longing to snap a photo because no friend was close enough to call over and enjoy the beetle’s presence with him.

He wants to solicit the witnessing of its flight, watch the hard shield of its wings lift like Lamborghini doors before buzzing off to who knows where. Taking out his phone altogether would scare it away, and if it means he could spend more of this tranquil with the beetle, there doesn’t have to be a photo. But Namjoon doesn’t care much for how short-lived experiences are, so scaring away the beetle with a photo doesn’t seem all too cruel as well.

Before he could even make a decision, a frail voice, an approach so weak but sudden, makes the beetle take its leave. Namjoon thinks Ah, well.

A clean, old lady is next to him, clean being her notable feature, with a coffin-dodger smile and half-closed eyes. She appears as if she has looked like this forever.

“The rainy dirt...” she sighs, birkenstock-clad feet planted where she had arrived.

Namjoon is a bit lost. He likes to think before responding. “Uh, what—Is there anything you need help with, miss?” his body slouches politely, his brown sachel swinging forward with his bow.

“We love the rainy dirt,” she smiles up at him, earning quite a puzzled smile back from Namjoon. There is only so much he can say to this. “And we love the smell of the rainy dirt.”

It hadn’t been raining at all. If it had, he wouldn’t question the emergence of the titan beetle.

“It’s going to come,” she continues with a nod before he could ask if she had anything she needed help with again. “I will go now,” she flattens her already neatly ironed blouse and turns on her step to walk back. Watching where she was going, he infers she was living in the house right next to the steps that descended into the narrow alley you had entered. A cat was fast asleep on the first step. If Namjoon listened hard enough, he could make out its purrs, and maybe what dreams it was having. What a strange, old lady, he thinks.

It seemed as if today, there was no time for confusion and no time to ponder. You emerge from the steps, paper bag with packed local and hot takoyaki inside. You trot to Namjoon, getting close enough to huff a “Let’s go; I’m starving.”

At that very second, the sky poured. Soft, cold rain kissed your skin, and the sunshine has not gone. This can be called the tiger’s wedding day. This is a local legend of a tiger marrying a fox, soliciting tears from a cloud that loved this fox, the cloud being the one above you, weeping behind the sun. You find yourself jumping on your toes, scuttling for shelter.

“Namjoon! This is gonna get wet; let’s go!” you jog to the nearest roof, your feet careful next to the cat that hadn’t risen from slumber. You have a tight embrace around the takoyaki, the paper bag brought to a crumple.

Namjoon stands still under the downpour, the touch in his heart visible in his face. “Ohhh... now I see what the old lady meant,” he chuckles, happy for him and the titan beetle long gone.

“Huh?! Get over here! You’re gonna get soaked!”

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sorry for being so busyyy ill make up for it next week😰 i swear this isnt an excuse n this week has just been hell

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mill - libidO (guilty pleasure ver)

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im sooo busy but the next request is almost done <3 ty for keeping them coming

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oh to be fucked by hoseok!

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I really, really adore your writing so much. I often re-read some of your older posts, or the things you've published recently, and always notice new things. Like how you can make a smutty piece also be about people and how they feel and how they think and see the world, and the way you lace that with whatever scene you're describing is!! So beautiful!! (yes, i just read the soobin drabble you wrote some days ago and the beginning had me sighing. love your writing, thank you for sharing it with us 😭♥♥♥♥)

thank you soso <3 u never fail to give what i write so much love and it means so much to me ,, it keeps me going fr and im so happy u appreciate what i write and how i write it😭 thank You for being here for me to share my works with

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i have 5 requests pending i hope u will understand why im slow😅😅

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My Little Flower (m.)

Soobin is not so eager for the touch of someone else. He is dull-eyed, limp-tailed, and does not have the time for intimacy unless he wants it. He lets the pendulum of his life swing between the fortune of getting what he wants when he wants it and the misfortune of attempting to coat with beauty a life so miserable. It’s much easier to understand the reasons for things that way, and it’s much easier to leave the unknown unknown.

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request for soobin with corruption kink drabble.

here it is <3