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what if I change my username to kinghanwildcats? 👀

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Constant pt.2 when plz we need it 🙏

heyyyy!

my life is kinda hectic rn and currently i have no inspiration for that story, but i do have it outlined.

just need some time and peace to work it out.

i promise it will come out, i just can't tell you when because idek it myself lol

thanks for the interest in it <3

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Park Jihoon ESQUIRE Photoshoot

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SEUNGHAN LOOKS AMAZING.

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SEUNGHAN DEBUTING IN JULY AAAAAAA

THE PRESS REFERING HIM AS THE SUMMER KING IM GONNA CRY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

IM SO SO POOR RN BUT ILL SUPORT MY KINGHAN ALWAYS

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this TikTok broke me, I’ll always miss my 7riize 😭

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apparently I can’t get over this couple or something… 🤪

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250607 riize instagram update

rock yo body 🕺 #RIIZE #라이즈 #SHOTARO #쇼타로 #ANTON #앤톤 #RISEandREALIZE

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kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

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do ki x go eun (10/?) TAXI DRIVER (2021-)

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why is sansa stark hating so common. like she's a little girl. she's terrified, she's trapped, she's being handed from one pedophile to the next, she saw her dad's head get cut off, she's alone, all her siblings are dead, her mom is dead, she's 11 years old, she's supposed to be making rubber band loom bracelets and listening to one direction, she's just a kid. all the most evil characters in the book hate her for no reason other than she's ned's kid. she's also a very smart, polite, and kind girl. she's preppy in the first book, but her greatest sin is what? being a girl? being a little girl? being a bit snooty (which she quickly gets beaten out of her anyway)? yall are horrible

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(18+mdni)

ᯓ★ you love haechan's thighs

and he noticed it real quick, how could he not? the way your gaze instantly dropped the moment he walked in wearing those damn shorts. his thighs, plump and stupidly juicy, were just there, out in the open, and your eyes followed them like they had a gravitational pull. you tried to be subtle. really, you did. but he wasn’t stupid. especially not when your hand found its way to his leg under the table, caressing the skin like it was second nature now. sometimes slow, sometimes idle, sometimes with purpose, but always there.

he didn’t say anything at first, just kept smirking to himself every time your fingers twitched when he shifted, like you were trying so hard not to react. cute. but pointless. because he could feel it. see it. all of it. so when you both finally got home, all that pretending? gone. you weren’t even trying to be subtle anymore. you practically threw yourself at him, pulling him into a kiss the second the door shut, lips crashing into his like you’d been holding back for hours, because you had.

and he barely had time to react before you pushed him down onto the couch, straddling his lap like it was your throne, your hands in his hair, your mouth on his, desperate and demanding. it was cute. really cute. especially with the way you immediately tried to roll your hips against him, chasing the friction you so needed. he just chuckled lowly, holding you firmly in place, both hands gripping your hips, keeping you still.

"what's gotten into you today, hm?" he teased, biting your lower lip gently before pulling his head back, just enough to watch you chase his mouth in frustration. "nothing," you murmured, a little breathless, your voice muffled against his neck as you pressed soft kisses there. "just need you," you shifted your hips again, trying to grind down.

“yeah?” he nibbled gently at your ear. “you wanna ride my thigh, baby? is that what you need?” your soft moan in response was all the confirmation he needed—but of course, he needed to tease you just a little bit more.

his hand slid under your pants, fingertips finding the damp heat of your panties. “you’re dripping,” his voice filled with amusement, “all that for just a little of me?” the soft pressure of his fingers against your aching cunt made you tremble, a shiver running down your spine as your hips instinctively rolled down against his hand, seeking more.

"yes, yes, hyuck, only you, so please—" you whined, the sound shaky and desperate, one of his favorite versions of you: needy and willing to beg for him. he silenced you with a kiss, lips pressing against yours with a permissive smile as you clumsily worked your pants off, clearly too impatient to stop kissing him for even a second.

he leaned back and just watched you, eyes dark with hunger as your hands gripped his shoulders and you straddled his thigh like it was exactly where you belonged. you positioned yourself quickly, and the moment your soaked, bare pussy made contact with the firm muscle, you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, already rolling your hips forward, slowly at first, but soon picking the pace. slick sounds followed immediately, and hyuck groaned softly, gripping your waist as you began grinding with more determination.

he didn’t really need to do anything, just sit back and let you use him. and god, did you. the way your forehead dropped onto his shoulder, your hands clutching him for support as you rocked yourself on his thigh, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. the sound of your wetness smearing against his skin, the needy little gasps spilling from your lips—it was intoxicating.

and you must’ve really been craving it all night, because the next thing he knew, you were crying out his name in that soft, breathless voice he loved so much, trembling as you came on him. your chest rose and fell with each pant, and he could feel the warm, slick trail of your release dripping down his thigh.

“do you wanna ride the other one too?"

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ㅤ𖹭 #𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗕𝗜𝗡 ::ㅤ𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗠 𝗪𝕺𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗘⠀⠀【...】

ㅤㅤ𝑛. ⠀﴾⠀cw. 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳. pure fluff but there’s a lil kissy kiss thing at the end h e h e . . ;b⠀━╋⠀﴿⠀ 𝖻𝖿!𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗂𝗇 ⎯⎯ 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

⠀͙ࣳ #𓂃 𝗆𝗐𝖾𝗈𝗂 ⁝ 𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑖 speaks . . SO ! this is the last upload for today 😿 sadly I gotta get back to my studies .. cognitive distortions and attachment styles are calling BUT ANYWAY ! hope you enjoyed this before I go back to analyzing behavior instead of writing abt it lol

he looks unbothered but is secretly the clingiest guy you’ve ever dated : wonbin seems chill. he's got that effortlessly cool, slightly sarcastic aura that makes people assume he’s emotionally detached or doesn’t need anyone, but the second it’s just the two of you ? this boy melts. he’s the type to sit cross-legged on the couch with his head in your lap, fiddling with your fingers while you scroll through something. hugs from behind when you’re cooking. whines a little when you don’t cuddle him first. he won’t say he misses you, but he shows up with your favorite snacks and stays longer than he meant to. if you ever pull away first, he looks up like “wait, where are you going? I didn’t say you could leave.”

he always acts like you're the one who's obsessed.. but it’s so clearly him : he teases you like it’s his full-time job. calls you dramatic when you ask for a kiss, tells you you’re “so clingy” — but meanwhile, he has your selfies saved in a hidden album and checks your texts the second they come in. will text “you miss me?” and when you say yes, he just types “knew it 😏” — but he’s smiling into his pillow like an idiot. he plays the nonchalant card but if you’re busy for too long, he gets genuinely pouty and types out a message like “wyd” then deletes it and sends “u good?” instead, pretending he wasn’t just staring at your name for five minutes.

dates with him are quiet but intimate : record stores, late-night walks, sneaking into a closed skatepark just to sit on the ramps and talk about the future. he doesn’t like big, crowded things — prefers the kind of dates where time slows down. he’ll pick a flower off a bush and tuck it behind your ear. he’ll pull you close on park benches and let his arm stay around you long after it’s comfortable. he’s not trying to impress you, he just wants to exist next to you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. when the sun hits just right, he’ll take a photo of you and save it quietly. when you notice and ask what he’s doing, he just shrugs and says “you looked nice. had to.”

he gets weirdly possessive in subtle ways : not in a jealous, overbearing way — but in a quiet, protective, “you’re mine and I don’t need to explain that” kind of way. you could be talking to someone else and he won’t interrupt, won’t act immature.. but his hand will find yours. his thumb will rest on your wrist. and when you’re walking through a crowd, he’s always behind you with a hand on your lower back, steering you through. if someone crosses a line, he doesn’t argue, just pulls you in closer and says “let’s go.” and when you’re alone, he mutters things like “you don’t have to talk to people like that when I’m around.”

he has the softest 2am voice and it’s UNFAIR : when he’s half-asleep, his voice goes lower and raspier, and everything he says suddenly sounds five times more intimate. late-night calls turn into confessions. he mumbles “you’re the only one that makes me feel like this” and sighs like he’s scared to admit it. his words slow down, but they hit harder. when you’re lying in bed next to him, and he’s barely awake, he whispers things into the dark like “don’t go anywhere, okay? I don’t think I’d be fine if you left.” and then pretends he didn’t say it in the morning.

he’s lowkey a tease but only for you : wonbin’s sense of humor is dry and sneaky — he’ll drop a flirtatious comment with a straight face and act like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. touches the inside of your thigh with his hand when you’re sitting close. grazes your waist when he passes behind you. raises a brow when you shift away, like “what? you’re jumpy.” and if you ever try to turn the tables and fluster him ? he’ll bite his lip and chuckle, lean in close and whisper, “careful. you won’t win.” and you won’t. not when he’s got that lazy smirk and slow blink that makes your brain go static.

he sends you songs instead of paragraphs : he’s not the most verbal with emotions, but he feels everything deeply. he won’t send long romantic rants, but he’ll send you a song at 3am and say “this made me think of you.” or he’ll text lyrics like “you look like you should be mine” and leave you wondering if he wrote it. he keeps playlists for you: one for when you’re sad, one for when you’re in love, one that’s just called “you <3.” when he misses you, he sends a song with no context, but the message is always loud.

he stares when you’re not looking ( and sometimes when you are ) : he’s a quiet observer. watches you tie your hair, take your jacket off, laugh at something dumb — and doesn’t say anything, just keeps watching. sometimes when you catch him, he doesn’t even look away. just keeps his gaze steady and says “i like watching you.” it’s not creepy, it’s just honest. when he stares too long, you ask “what?” and he just shrugs and says “you’re the kind of pretty that doesn’t make sense.”

he's not good at big romantic gestures but he's excellent at the quiet ones : he won’t show up with flowers every week or scream his love from rooftops. but he’ll remember the exact way you like your coffee. he’ll hold the umbrella over you, not himself. he’ll charge your phone for you without being asked, buy you that thing you mentioned once in passing. he’ll learn your routines and sync up without ever saying why. and when you realize it’s love ? it’s not because he said it, it’s because he showed you a hundred tiny times and never asked for anything back.

you’re his safe place : he doesn’t open up fast — not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s used to handling everything himself. but one night, he’s sitting next to you, and something shifts. he talks about his fears, the pressure, the insecurity. and he doesn’t look at you while he says it, like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind about him. but when you don’t flinch, when you reach for his hand instead? he swallows thickly and breathes out like he hasn’t in weeks. you don’t have to say much. just stay. and when you do, that’s when he knows: you’re home.

and then there’s the kind of kissing that makes you forget what day it is : wonbin kisses like he’s memorizing you. he doesn’t rush, doesn’t just go for your mouth — he touches your face first, traces the side of your jaw with his thumb, and waits for your eyes to close before leaning in. sometimes, he pauses right before your lips touch, breath mingling with yours, like he wants you to feel every second of it. and when he does kiss you, it’s slow. deep. unhurried like he’s got nowhere else to be. one hand on your waist, the other behind your neck, pulling you in just a little more. he kisses you again before you can even pull away. and again. until you’re both dazed and pressed together and his voice goes all low and soft when he says, “you’re driving me insane. you know that?” it’s never just about heat with him. it’s about being close. about feeling understood. about letting the world blur until it’s just your mouth and his hands and the silence between heartbeats. and if it’s late, the kind of night where the lights are off and his hoodie is hanging halfway off your shoulders — he’ll lean in again just to whisper, “stay with me a little longer.”

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SEUNGHAN INSTA; 240305 ♡

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the writing brain is like a pc from 2009. cpu overheating. fans screaming. 37 tabs open. microsoft word not responding. ideas buffering. and somehow there’s a minecraft launcher running in the background for no reason.

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Psst. Writer. Write that idea down. Yeah, it’ll stay in your brain forever and all, but it won’t. Write it down.