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hey . . . heh , how ya doin'? 😬 so yeah , i'm alive if y'all are wondering. life is life—ing , abril me tenia más sala' que el mar , pero estamos aquí. yes , i also have some things coming soon , y'all betta' watch out. ☝️

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仮説  ◞  PETER PAN'S SYNDROME ⠀⠀ feat. 2008 kwon ji yong

ficshot no. uno ⸻ k . j.ᐟ crush? innuendos . ⠀ latina fem!reader ◞ strangers relationship · © TOTC   ( reader is nineteen ) . wc. 1k .

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it was inevitable to feel ashamed after being stuck for approximately thirty minutes with his feet embedded in a deceptively vacant road. the tacky sand became one more embellishment of his jeans with each stomp , and his face contorted into puckered lips and scowls could be warranted by the ample and numerous rays of a scorching and not at all merciful sun , when in reality he folded his arms at the solitude that plagued him at being omitted by the other members of the band in that insignificant gas station in santo domingo oeste, dominican republic.

it appeared ludicrous to him , totally impermissible. how could it be considered rational to dump the leader of bigbang into nothingness itself? he snorted over his parched mouth and the peak of his white sneakers kicked a tiny rock within his reach , hurling it across the road. he fiddled with the edge of his thumbnail , munching on it , and tightened the scrunchie holding back his long hair and preventing any traces of reddish—brown locks from wandering down the sides of his head as for the eighth time that day , he thought it would be an atypical idea to stroll into the grocery store and call for youngbae to commence his search.

nevertheless , the more remarkable the oxidized metal of the gasoline machines and the blinking of the lights that disobediently dangled from the establishment's ceiling , the more he became persuaded that he should just keep on waiting. he sought to soothe his quivering restlessness by persistently remind himself that they had to locate him , after all , there was a concert in which he had to participate. it's not like the guy with the lights was likely to put on a show as sterling as he was , he gulped.

the raucous sound of a honk caused him to clutch the edges of his worn jeans tightly , the upper part of his anatomy bending over even though the oncoming car entirely monopolized the stage he was on. his heart pumped in exasperation , the daydream that soon he would no longer be fretting over his well—being increasing with each ferocious spin of the vehicle's tires. still , as he witnessed it blatantly pass under his nose and proceed at a speed that seemed illegal to a certain degree , he huffed in disdain.

he coughed unrestrainedly the instant that next to him , at a prudent distance , the figure of a girl in uniform was silhouetted. he was attempting to pretend that he was scraping his cheek on his shoulder covered by an unrecognizable patterned t—shirt , when he was actually doing it due to the burst of smoke that the automobile that had vanished from his sight had given him.

" mira , pana. " he cleared his throat and cocked his head in the direction of the woman. the latter was withdrawing the green cap from her head , inky strands teetering atop a subtle ponytail. her cheekbones grew reddish as she dragged her palm across them , in an effort to remove the layer of sweat stored in them. jiyong was prompt to detect the several moles on her face , and the long eyelashes that strutted into big—doe , expectant eyes , chocolate orbs twinkling like the pearly smile that peeked from her softly , puffy lips. on the right side of her work attire stuck out in yellow threads her name " are you lost or something , you've been in that same spot for almost an hour. "

awkwardly , he shrugged his shoulders , and noting this he nestled his hands between the depths of his pants pockets. the tip of his tongue was absently distracted by the inside of his cheek as quickly as a flatly contrived sheepish smirk was posed amidst his countenance. he swayed on the base of his feet before standing still.

" it seems so , yes. " he conceded " my group members left me here , an everyday thing. " he quipped , chuckling at his mild jest right away; an unshakable coping mechanism " it won't be long before they come for me , we've got a big show tonight. "

the girl nodded in understanding , twirling the cap around on her fingers through the back hole in order to amuse herself.

" i see. eres de ese grupo de k—pop , huh? bigbang? i have a friend who is a huge fan , she's even going to the concert today. " she chattered , not knowing really how further such a spontaneous conversation would go.

" exactly , i'm the leader; g—dragon. " he stated in a firm ring of voice , the flawless man—bun atop his cranium bounced comically with his sharp movements " you're going too? to the show , i mean. " his eyes drilled the opposite ones , awaiting a response rather patiently.

he absorbed through his ears the adoring nasal guffaw ,his pupils not failing to detect how her nose crinkled as the edges of her mouth quirked up and her eyes dovetailed into two neatly slouched lines.

" maybe yes—no , it'll be up to you to find me en ese reguero de fans. " she tilted her head , a noise erupting from between her teeth as she lifted her lightly bushy eyebrows. his trained grin extended of it's own accord " time goes by fast , won't you want to call them; there's a telephone in the store. " her palms swept across the rough material of her tight jeans , the bottom of her t—shirt wrinkling as she spun toward the establishment.

negating gently , he eased himself into a renewed posture, feeling the numbness in his calves as he evened out his balance.

" i'm fine for now , i know they're about to arrive. " the resoluteness in his tone of voice waned " the holiday inn hotel must not be that far away. "

" i know where it is , it's close from here. " she confirmed.

her slender , tender—looking index finger rose in the direction behind her back , where only a bleak , urban setting greeted him. soon , his shoulder was tapped lightly , his attention slumping again to the femme encircling his body frame until she was on his left side , walking calmly and unhurriedly. her shoes elicited a thud with each footstep , and sensing the rhythm only her feet performed , she turned leisurely. still , her walk remained unabated.

" tú va' a venir o no? "

" what? what do you mean? " once again he was a listener to her endearing giggle, which was uttered with her head lolling to one side.

" i'll help you get to the hotel. " she clarified , her pitch rising with every stride " a k—pop star like the great g—dragon can't miss his own concert , otherwise who else would he go for? "

returning her back to him , he ensured he had the laces of his sneakers properly tied , priming his feet for the trip ahead , pushing the reason of why that choice had come to be made past him. yet , as he observed the leaps that the plentiful ponytail of hair caused with each lash to her scapula , the puckers that formed in the greenish t—shirt alongside the dimples in her lower back that protruded barely through her jeans , and the glint of beady , all knowing eyes that waited to be eagerly pursued as she nimbly rolled her skull , he realized that there was no mistaking that agreeing to the girl's assistance wouldn't be a bad idea.

peckoo ' s random note : i'm not 2 satisfied with this one , but i needed to write for jiyong and bless tumblr with it , 'cause enough is never enough with him. i love that man so much it hurts . 😔

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JESUS CHRIST your writing is absolutely AWESOME. I swear when I read your posts my eyes automatically widen so much I swear they can pop out any second because everything is just so perfect???????

thank you so much , darling! it really means a lot , believe me. i'm glad that a lot of people like my work as much as i do , my writing had a few non���friendly feedback in an account i used to post for another fandom , and i'm really happy that i'm having good reviews and stuff from a fandom and group that i hold so close to my heart. i work my ass off to write these things until it satisfies me first , and i know for some people it won’t be for their liking , but i know there would be a certain group that will; thank you for being one of them! have a good day , sweetheart . 🫶

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短編  ◞  FAIRYTALE DREAMING ⠀⠀ feat. dreamer dong youngbae

drabble no. uno ⸻ d . y.ᐟ fantasy innuendo . ⠀ latina fem!reader ◞ friendly relationship · © RHFC   ( reader is superficially in her twenties ) . wc. 721 .

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dong youngbae was a dreamer. he shut his eyes and there was only gloom with a certain stench of rotting banana peels and an oil―like heaviness sinking his eyelids. the next day when he woke up , he would not caress his leaping heart and furiously exclaim " i dreamed , ladies and gentlemen! " for such a thing did not happen. in his hands might be the exact number of how many times fancies took pity on the idle canvas of his imagination , and allowed the madness of the senseless to take hold of his mental chords at nightfall. he was not a man of enviable luck , but he boasted of one , two , three ,  and  four  visions that were inconsequentially attainable enough for him to imagine what would happen in a future time. it was a word written in bold black letters which he crossed out with a permanent marker of the exact same color for the purpose of not being read. a label he would bestow on anyone else before they hailed him as such. he would spit and stomp on it. he would give it stale chocolates in february and wilted flowers in the spring season. yet , above his volcano of fiery animus against such a term , he was a dreamer.

to become so seemed to him a total aberration , radiation against an atmosphere that itself was not neat and sturdy. he lost the simplicity , the unconscious flicker and distaste for sipping black coffee. his humanity threw him from the stratosphere , and his skull exploded into dust confetti , having to walk through life then in pieces. he had that ideology at the peak of the geographical pyramid , which tickled the sides of his arms; everything goes to perfection , as long as he does not fall into the moldy lake of his entelechy that he himself had made impure by throwing unrealistic thoughts at it that slowly drowned him , because after all , he did not know how to swim with perfection. he must have been on the surface , above the unexplored , numbing his skin with the rays of a scorching , unindulgent sun and blizzards that slapped him frizzily as he emerged from a sea covered with salty tears. he loathed being an illusionist as viciously as he hated anyone who dared to contradict him.

in spite of everything , he did not manage to curse himself when his pants became wet at the instant the greenish water swallowed him alive as he reviewed that dream in the night of may. he kept repeating it over and over , yearning to put a number to the hundreds of leaves on the thousands of trees around him. still , the noises of the hopping crickets going from one scratchy log to the next , and the wretched branches snapping under his brute sneakers , rose like the tingling of static on a television set turned on in the wee hours of the morning. he was so far away , yet so near. he could reach out to touch it , but when he sought to embrace it , it would fizzle away in a barrage of irksome glitter , abandoning him like a giant bull; snorting and with a certain rage at the tip of its fangs. 

there was a backlash and a dialogue , a fluttering and a panting , that prompted him to doze off before twelve o'clock at night. so vivacious that it would monopolize his limbs and cover them with a warmth that lulled him like a baby crying for his mother's invisible caresses and imaginary kisses. as non―existent as what he did not see , as his superficial reflection in the mirror when he was no longer in front of the glass. merely surreal and truthful.

he stammers then , amidst the thin ribbon of reality and the colorful world of dreams , slumping into his bed; remembering traces of the illusion that haunted him. the voice as lovely warm as summer breezes tickling his ear made him wriggle , and the jingling shuffle of what would be a tiny woodland fairy made him crinkle the edge of his pillow.

she recites , he recalls; " we fairies usually fly south, giving pretty dreams to children. i looked at the horizon and lost my way. estoy sola; alone and friendless. "

" you are not alone , i will be with you and be your friend , little bell. " he assured her , all knight—like.

peckoo ' s random note : escriban para él , buenas becerras. he's a total angel that deserve love 2 , y'all . 😭

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短編  ◞  INTERLOCKED LIPS ⠀⠀ feat. choi seunghyun

drabble no. uno ⸻ c . s.ᐟ smutty innuendo . latina fem!reader ◞ established relationship · © OMYW   ( reader is in her twenties ) . wc. 239 .

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the couch mat squeaks under the imposing bone of your knees , digging in until they fondle the prickly spring. the cliff of your scapulae steepen before the impudent cadence of spit and teeth. pure metal grazes the hint of your zygomatic bone , dusting the screws with the curtain of your eyelashes. crimson fingernails , spiky as pins , scratch the heavenly earth that is choi seunghyun. you fill your lungs with fuel and phosphorus as you take in warm air , and steadily sip the fruity wine the enigmatic rapper's tongue brews.

your pads skate along the oval curvature of his cranium, crawling ominously across the mantle of his hair ( made from a meadow of jet tresses and peach flesh ). the sissy glide of his fingers meander down the tumble of the slope of your backbone , the lock of his ice―cold patek philippe watch embeds itself like a sewing needle , and tattoos the path of your waist in vermilion.

parting in a whiplash , lips shimmering in drool and a string of harmonic panting , your thorax leaps the rope of despair and longing. exhaling ponderously , a cloud of fiery mist perfumes the milky cheekbone of the older man , fogging the lens of his glasses. tinkering in a perilous tug of cat and mouse , seunghyun's starving mouth drums along the meaty coastline of your mandible , pointed chin and the pumping tide of your neck , nibbling at the hint of your adam's apple; sinning.

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( valentine's day teddy bear ) , kwon ji yong .

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each piece of work ( no matter what celebrity or fictional character it belongs to ) , will be written with the intention of a latina / caribbean!reader , as that is where i feel most comfortable writing about , as i am one myself. however , i do dare to create fics based on others ethnicities / nationalities , the plus point to this is if it requires a poc!reader. if at any time i prove otherwise , that will happen by some idea or concept of mine that my mind refuses to let go.

this vlog will be based on ficshots , headcanons and drabbles / thirsts. however , i may write or accept requests for multi―chapter fanfics.

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i do write for , fem!reader. smut. sub , switch & dom!reader. size differences. praise kink. violence. exhibitionism. alcohol consumption , ' under the influence ' scenarios. choking and spitting. dumbification , brat tamer's. breeding / unprotected sex. dom!characters. spanking. breast play. threesomes. cunnilingus. blowjob / handjob. degradation. age gap. polyamory dynamics. au concepts. etc .

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                  短編  ◞  VALENTINE'S DAY TEDDY BEAR ⠀⠀ feat. übermensch kwon ji yong .             

知英  ⌇      pure smut .   latina fem!reader .   established relationship .   older man⸻younger woman tendencies  ( reader is in her twenties ) .    (  wc. 595 )  .

your arms clutch snugly around the massive teddy bear your boyfriend had gifted you during the lovely romantic dinner he had arranged for you on valentine's day , your fingers pinch the brown faux fur back , teeth chomping on the fluffy belly.  you slobber on the suedey material , jiyong's veiny large hand is ensuring you get soaked in the syrupy cherry scent it possessed in the reddish ribbon that graced the neck of the plush toy as it stamps against the crook of your nape , having a tidy grasp against your scattered hair , maintaining you in that doggy position unabashedly.

steady , heated gasps flush your cheeks , your backbone slouches in an acute bowed arch , and the older man smooches the beaded layer of sweat storing on your nude shoulder blade. his nails gouge into the pliant skin of your hip―joint , until it scrape the bone. he curses repeatedly , under puffs of air whistling in your tympanum , awed by the ricocheting fatness of your rear as it strikes against his pelvis as they connect with each precise thrust. 

he accommodates your knees flat against the mattress of his bed , fondling the pattern of stretch marks that were springing from your left buttock , outlining the wheaty streaks until caressing the peak that finished at the hint of your chunky thigh. he exhales an aerated giggle as he perceives your muffled whimpers , smacking deliciously at the bubble of bouncing flesh of your arse. he grunts as his cock is squeezed amidst your caramelized canals , greedily swallowing everything in its path.  

you wail in contrast " ji―oh , ji . . . " you stagger through your teeth , hiccuping " don’t stop; por favor , cari��o. " you implore , tilting your lower body backwards , receiving every inch of his cock within you.  

the bloated , raging pink mushroom—shaped tip pounded the entrance to your cervix. you pant audibly , drooling lips parted , sealing a squeal of delight as he pushes in deeply in a rocking motion , halting his judicious movements , entombing you in the mattress and against the crumpled sheets absorbing the searing heat of your naked anatomy. your nipples , perky and erect after an exhaustive session of unending nibbling and sucking by the older man's ravenous mouth , send thrilling gusts of pleasure into your stinging , damp core as they are squashed to the surface beneath you. you writhe , the stretching he inflicted by being nestled inside you becoming weighty and unbearable. jiyong's slender , faintly tonsured figure peeks out and nuzzled against you , his chin settles on your steep shoulder. his teeth chew tenderly on the honeyed , soft skin that fawns below him. 

" what was that , love? " he croaks with a derisive gleam hidden beneath the artificial and tangible sheepish pitch. nevertheless , you foolishly greet the sonorous kisses he doles out on your slumbering mouth " c'mon , say it again , pretty girl. " he demands.

your brow puckers and your lower lip curls into a pout , lifting your head as far as his anatomy above you would permit. " no pares , ji. please , i've been good and patient. " you splutter , eyes crystallizing. the rapper kneads your waist in an act that reassures your despair , his thumb viciously sliding between the junction with your cute belly and the slickness on your lower back. he hums then , presumably in thought. 

" is that so? " he inquires wickedly curious. you nod clumsily and he leaves a peck on your sweating temple. " i know you have been , darlin’. you deserve only the best. " he consoles poetically , mingling his burning cheek with yours , his hips budge in a enticing roll , and you grind against him in submission and allure. " so let's give it to you , then. " he assures you.

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短編 ◞ MORNING CIGARETTES AND COFFEE ⠀⠀ feat. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ motte era kwon ji yong .

知英 ⌇ domestic fluff . caribbean fem!reader . addiction problem . hint of depression . established relationship . ( wc. 419 )

when jiyong stirs awake in his plush hotel room ⸻ sprawled on the king―size mattress , sunken into the jumble of whitish sheets and scrubbing his strewn locks of hair haphazardly , placing a cigarette amidst his teeth and parched lips ⸻ , he intuitively pats your side of the bed , nudging the warm covers out of the way; ceaselessly seeking your dozing figure. he sighs profusely when he doesn't , puffing out a fog of smoke against the pillow.

he grunts then , scratching his steeped―up shoulder , lifting his chin. six of the morning sun's rays sketch from his tapering jawline to his scowling brow , and he batters his eyes in aggravation .

he oscillates ruggedly , cat―like eyes drowsy and scrutinized; hunting your presence. to his right , among the window and the brown armchair , the silhouette of a fluffy and knotted mane , shape concealed by one of his sagging t―shirts meets his pupils. he smacked his lips with pique , stretching sideways to shove himself upward with a throttle gasp. his anatomy slump back on his hip―joints , his loin surge like a porcupine. his scent of nicotine , dior perfume and vanilla shampoo mingles with the spiky smell of coffee and his upper arms unwind weightily as he feels at home.

yet , the edge of his mouth is tilted down in a sneer of tribulation , for you had risen early ( he deduced cloudingly ). jiyong grumbles grudgingly; he abhorred not huddling next to you in the morning , digging into the warmth clinging to your skin and nuzzling the curve of your nape before starting his tedious workday.

with a jaunty wobble , he bursts from under the coverlets with a limp rocking motion. his bare feet flat against the chilly floor make the hair on the back of his neck flip up in a shivering whip. he takes a drag from his cigarette before extinguishing it on the solid surface of a high , circular piece of furniture in the corner of the bedroom , spitting the smoke behind his shoulder blade , dimly remembering how much you loathe the acrid scent it leaves on the walls. his long fingers tickle your ribcage , the tip of his nose sweeps along the highway of your mandible. his tongue soaks his dried mouth and nestles a tender , intimate smooch on the telltale hint of your pulse pounding in your neck. he drinks in the fizz of your tanned skin , and the cloying rattle of your small purr .

he grins delightedly , with all his teeth ; " good morning , darlin' . "

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