#dino’s blurbs

[dinodaweeb]

A/N: idk. I’m just simping. Hopefully u too. <3 Thinking about Yandre Mafia Man!

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Yandere Mafia Man! Who treats you like royalty. Every day you receive new clothes and gifts in the mail. That one piece of clothing you stared at the store? It’s at your house by noon. Oh, you want a car? Well why not two?

Yandere Mafia Man! Who stops at nothing to ensure you live comfortably. Each gift, every item is a reminder for others to know whom you belong to. Him.

Yandere Mafia Man! Who’s so lovesick and delusional he does whatever you’ll say in hopes of you accepting him. Giving you his complete support and obedience making you hold the leash he wears.

Yandere Mafia Man! Whose love is as intense as his criminal activities. It’s always candlelit dinners, moonlit strolls, and handwritten love letters. He watches you when you’re sleep. You’re adorable you know that?

Yandere Mafia Man! Who becomes nothing but pudding in your arms. His kisses are so sweet, like sugar, and his touch is tender. He willingly submits to you, loving the way you take control. After all you’re his and he’s yours.

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[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: chan's a fucking loser (not rlly he just rlly likes u <33), smut, f reader, handjob, sub!chan

wc: 884

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

masterlist

loser!chan whose eyes indiscreetly stick to you whenever you're in the same room. the halls, the cafeteria, gym, your shared chemistry class. you name it. all his friends (and yours) notice his hopeless stares while you do mundane tasks around school, except you.

or that's what everyone thinks

what he doesnt know, however, is how your eyes are looking back at him whenever he takes a quick break to look away in the name 'subtlety.' this endless cycle finally comes to an end when fate (your chemistry teacher) manages to put you in the same room alone with him.

"hey .. are you okay?", you ask after a good ten minutes of fruitless one-sided conversation as beet-red chan avoids eye contact while sitting on your bed.

due to an act by the gods above, you and chan ended up in the same group for a chemistry assignment. 'group' putting it lightly as its just you and chan alone in your room attempting to work out the assignment together.

getting him here was a miracle in itself, seeing as he would not make eye contact as you tried to come up with possible meeting times that worked for the both of you (surprise, he had an open schedule to meet whenever you desired)

after spluttering for a few seconds, chan comes to his senses and finally makes contact with your gaze when he replies to your question.

"me? oh! i- yes, sorry, just trying to work out the assignment," he responds, looking away immediately after.

"chan," you call out again, "look at me."

he powers through the effort that it takes to keep his eyes on yours for more than a few seconds, "y-yes?"

seeing his anxiety-ridden responses and lack of confidence when speaking the shortest of statements to you does something to your confidence, emboldening you to scoot closer to him and begin creeping your hand towards him.

"channie .. can i call you that? channie?", you put on your sweetest voice to ask.

"m-me? oh. yes. call me whatever you want," he somehow manages to splutter even more, his skin heating up at the unexpected pet name.

your hand creeps further towards his thigh as your body leans towards him even more.

his semi-crossed legs seem to naturally unwind themselves at the proximity of your hand, eager for whatever his years-long crush seems to have in mind for him.

"is it okay if i touch you channie?", you question, hand now in his upper thigh, gracing back and forth lightly.

"o-oh," he breathes, "are you sure? i- ive never-"

"its okay, channie," you interrupt, "just say the word and i'll stop. but i think it could be good for your nerves? dont you think?", you reason, scooting up enough for your chest to grace against his shoulder.

"y-yeah .. maybe ..." he breathes out as he closes his eyes when your hand finally makes contact with the spot in his pants thats been burning since you first welcomed him into your bed, originally sitting across from him in the tiniest shorts known to man (at least according to chan).

you place your empty hand on his warm cheek, directing his eyes towards you, "channie~ why wont you look at me?", you pout, "you stare at me all day but when i have you in my bed you wont look my way? thats so mean ..." you trail off, sticking your hand in his pants, feeling around before you finally wrap your hand around his aching length.

"ah ..." he moans. "you saw that? i'm sorry, youre just so- oh-" he cuts himself off as you speed up the pace of your touches, enjoying the way in which his head falls to your shoulder, one of his hands reaching to hold onto your arm in a fruitless attempt to try and keep a hold of his composure.

"shh, it's okay baby, i understand. feels too good to even look at me, doesnt it?", you interrupt in a mocking tone.

"i think- oh, i think i'm gonna cum. god, please ..." he lets out as he continuously lets out warm puffs of air into your neck as he nears his end far too soon.

"already?", you giggle. "oh, channie, you must be so deprived, you poor thing," you grin at him as you direct his face towards yours with your free hand.

"please .. please'" he breathes against your mouth, close enough to kiss but not enough. "please just let me. i'll do anything. anything."

you drip at his unwarranted (but very much appreciated) begging, almost feeling bad at the sudden desire to deny him just to extend the experience even longer, but his heavy breathing against your mouth and the wetness of his dick on your hand begin to make you delirious, licking into his open mouth as you give him the greenlight to cum.

"thank you. fuck, t-thank you," he continues to breathe as you shove your tongue into his mouth while he reaches his peak, attempting to catch your tongue in his.

finally, you peck his lips as he recovers from his high. grinning at his useless attempts to kiss back while he catches his breath.

"feeling less nervous now?", you giggle after a while of staring at his boneless form as he tries to process what just happened

a/n: this is my first time writing smut ever so any feedback is appreciated c: thank u for reading hehe (this was not proofread btw 😭)

[rubyuji]

Restless (Lee Chan) ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ☕️

“OK enough, as far as I know, you know way more about me than I do about you. So, tell me about yourself?” 𓂃 ࣪˖

Genre: Fluff (this is just the sweetest thing ever, I can’t)

AU: Nonidol!au, College!au

Pairing: Dino x afab!reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: After a week of traveling for school, Chan was ready to get home and crash onto his bed for the weekend. The problem? He was locked out for the night as his parents and younger brother had gone to visit their relatives on short notice, so he turned to his only option, you.

Note: Another recycled fic from my drafts that I never really finished ;; I’m popping out fics left and right atp but this one has a lack of proofreading and editing. Happy reading again guys, don’t forget to like + reblog!

Word Count: 2.8k

“Bye Ms Kim! Bye, everyone! It was so nice to be with you all in Japan, until our next competition. You all did well” Chan bowed toward his teachers and fellow students as he left the bus, bag slung over his shoulder.

Once he was on the pavement, Chan sighed and hastily walked into his building, ready to pass out on his bed. He clicks the elevator button to the floor he lives on while fidgeting with the new keychain he had bought as a souvenir. The ride was taking longer than usual for some reason.

When the elevator dinged, indicating that he had arrived, Chan eagerly stepped out and headed for the door of his family’s apartment. Instead of him being able to open it easily with the password, the lock buzzes and the sound causes Chan to frown in confusion. Did his family decide to change the house code while he was away?

As Chan was about to try one more time, his brother had texted him about how they had gone to see family and forgot he would arrive that day, adding that wouldn’t be back until the next morning.

Seeing this, Chan runs a hand through his hair and huffs. He was so ready to get the rest he badly needed until an idea came to mind.

Chan turns towards the apartment next to his family’s and grins, you were probably home, right? A girl who was his age, living independently next to his family, probably wouldn’t have many places to be, so he tried the last bit of his luck.

You hear your doorbell ring and wonder who would be at your door late into the evening. As per your paranoid self, you bring a knife to the door, being a girl and living alone with her cat wasn’t exactly the ideal situation to be in, especially at this hour.

You hesitantly peek into your peephole and your jaw falls slack as you struggle to open the door. What the hell was Chan doing at your doorstep? You thought his family would be at home like usual, the Lee family never really went anywhere and would often invite you over so this came as a surprise.

“Chan? That’s new, what brings you here?” You squint at the boy and he chuckles awkwardly, a hand scratching his cheek.

He had his backpack still on his back and a small stroller next to him, he looked like he had just come back from the airport. ‘Oh, I forgot he flew to Japan last week for a dance competition,’ you thought to yourself.

“My family forgot about me arriving today and left to go see my relatives without me, so uh, I had no other option? Unless you’re uncomfortable with me staying for a night, I can just call up one of my friends to let me crash at theirs” Chan cringed at his own words.

Seungkwan lived an hour outside the main city and Vernon lived in a one-bedroom apartment that barely had anything but a bed and a place for his pet iguana. Mingyu was at his sister’s place, and Soonyoung had gone with his family, the house already cramped enough with two grown kids and their parents. He genuinely had no other option.

“What? No, it’s fine. I’ve known you and your family since the day I moved in, it’s the least I can do since you guys have been nice to me. Now come in,” You moved aside so Chan could shuffle in, and in his head, he made a mental note to thank you later when he wasn’t as tired from the jet lag.

You helped him move his things into the guest room before getting him settled. He looked exhausted, and as much as your crush on the boy had started to take in how adorable he was, you couldn’t afford to scare him off when he seemed like he had no other place to go.

“You can use the shower, I have extra products for guests in the second drawer so you’re free to use that as you like. I was making dinner so you’re also welcome to join me in case you haven’t eaten yet. Make yourself at home,” You offered Chan a shy smile and the boy felt his heart skip a beat. Have you always been that pretty?

Chan snapped himself out of his daze and nodded before smiling back at you. “Thanks, I seriously owe you a lot for letting me stay the night. I’m sorry for coming up on short notice,” he says bashfully. You were very kind and the fact that you even offered him dinner was crazy enough as it is.

“Hey, it’s no biggie. I don’t have guests over that often so it’s nice to have someone around now and then. Call this our first unofficial sleepover if you will,” You laugh and Chan can’t help but feel flustered around you. You were so calm despite everything, it was almost impressive to him.

You put your hands together and excuse yourself, making Chan stand up and smile at you once more before you leave the room.

“Towels are in that cabinet under the desk, I think you already have the password here since it’s just my cat’s name in lowercase letters,” Chan once again nods as he watches your figure disappear into the rest of the apartment.

The silence welcomes Chan as he turns to observe every inch of the room. It was very minimal with a simple white desk, a few pictures on display, and two candles off to the side. A white double-door closet stood at the opposite end of the bed, a plant in a gray pot right next to it.

A part of the wall had postcards from places he assumed you had gone to, as well as some awards from your school. It was nice how the room still had a few elements of you in it despite it being a guest room, he would’ve never known that you had topped your class or that you had been to France.

Grabbing a towel from the cabinet and some clothes from his bag, Chan then made his way over to your bathroom. As he was passing the kitchen, he saw your back and got a whiff of whatever you were making for dinner. It smelled like meat and ramyeon, something he had missed dearly during his entire trip to Japan.

Chan enters the bathroom quietly to avoid distracting you and looks at how organized everything is, noting that the room itself is also well-lit.

‘Maybe I should take a selfie in here later,’ he thought while checking himself in the mirror, only to grimace at his appearance shortly after. He looked beat despite the flight only being three hours.

You hear the shower turn on from the outside and continue to finish up plating the food, your cat rubbing herself against you as you bend down to pet her.

“It’s a bit weird, but you don’t mind having him around right?” Luna meows as if saying ‘Not at all’ and you chuckle.

“Well Luna, you already know how much I talk about him and it’s no surprise,” you tell your cat in a whisper. The shower halts and you bring the food to the coffee table in front of your TV, turning Netflix on while waiting for Chan.

“Oh, no way! Ramyeon and meat? You made this for me?” You hear Chan say dramatically as he clutches his chest. The reaction causes you to laugh as the boy plops himself on the couch beside you.

Seeing Chan in your peripheral almost made you choke on your bowl because of how good he looked. He was wearing a white shirt and grey sweats, so simple yet he looked godly.

“Not for you but I made extra ok! Wash the dishes with me at least since you still are technically a guest,” you joke.

Chan hums without another word and that was when you choked on your food. Wow, it was that easy? You thought you were going crazy. He looks at you oddly and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry, I was shocked at how you agreed so quickly,” Chan laughed at your words before taking in the last bit of food on his plate, collecting all the dishes once you leaned back on the couch and sighed in contentment.

“Y/n, you said you’d do the dishes with me!” Chan whined from the kitchen. After opening your eyes and huffing, you then make your way into the kitchen and see Chan’s back in front of the sink.

“I have a dishwasher by the way, we can just rinse these off and put them in,” you say as a matter of fact.

Chan turns toward you with a huff and watches you open the space beside him, seeing you put in the rest of the dishes and turning them on.

“Remind me never to do dishes over here ever again” Chan frowns, a pout set on his lips as you wipe your hands dry.

“I’m honestly way too bored to watch something right now, do you mind just chatting for a bit? I’m too full,” the two of you walk into the living room once again before the boy hums with a smile. You sit on the couch and throw a blanket over the two of you.

Chan shifts to make himself more comfortable, suddenly noticing a very obvious lump under the blanket that slowly starts making its way toward you. “Luna, what did I say about hiding under the blanket? You’re so naughty.”

Grabbing your cat from under the covers, you then put her on top of your lap, her blue eyes staring straight into Chan’s soul. “Does she always stare? Her eyes are very, blue. It’s like she’s staring straight through me” he says, and takes a closer look at your cat.

“Sorry about her, I haven’t had anyone over in weeks so Luna’s fascinated by a new presence at the house” You giggle while petting her. Chan feels his heart do flips, seeing you in your most natural state made him fall for you just a tad bit more if that was even possible.

“Anyway, where have you been? Your parents told me you were in Japan or something. How was it there?” You grin.

You had been to Japan quite a few times, from what Chan could tell. If he could vaguely remember, one of the postcards in your room said Osaka and Kyoto, even Kobe.

“Ah yeah, we had our most recent competition there, it was great. A lot of sightseeing and whatnot for the most, I wish I went outside of Tokyo but we couldn’t leave so I had to settle with just exploring the city,” Chan breathes out, recalling the memories he made with his friends Yeonjun and Changbin.

“That sounds so cool! I’ve been to Tokyo loads of times and honestly, city life is way too busy for me. I think visiting the more provincial areas is great if you want the feeling of peace.” Chan noticed a bit of a distant look in your eyes and wondered if you were thinking about your memories in Japan as well.

Luna suddenly meows and jumps onto Chan’s lap, causing the two of you to jolt up out of surprise. “Huh, she’s usually weary of everyone. This is a first for her,” you say with a soft smile.

Chan pets Luna with a soft smile on his face, the image making your heart flutter. It was impossible to contain your crush on the male any longer after everything that happened, hell, even your cat liked him as much as you did.

“Well, hi there Luna. You’re adorable and look just like your owner. Y/n, you legitimately like your cat, she’s like a mini clone of yours.” Your cheeks heat up at Chan’s stare, the male looking between you and the cat as his eyes linger a bit too long on you.

“OK enough, as far as I know, you know way more about me than I do about you. So, tell me about yourself?” Chan says after a minute of silence.

You jolt at his voice and look at him with an awkward smile. There wasn’t much to say about yourself if you were being honest, you couldn’t gauge anything interesting enough to tell the boy.

“I can’t think of anything, I’m a pretty boring person,” Chan frowns at your words. Boring? That didn’t seem right to him, there was probably more to you than you think, he just had to get it out of you somehow.

“Are you sure? Y/n, you’ve gone to Japan and a lot of other countries, judging from your guest bedroom alone, and I think that’s interesting enough as it is.” You blush at Chan’s words, this was the first time someone had ever asked about you, and you felt grateful towards him.

“Thank you, Chan, that’s honestly super sweet of you to say. I just traveled a lot from a young age since I was offered the opportunity to, but for now, I’m just taking a break from it all. Moving to different places in such a fast-paced environment becomes exhausting once you get older,” You play with your hands and recall every single place you’ve been to.

Traveling and moving was all you had ever known since early childhood, due to your parents moving around a lot because of their jobs and because they were always just super busy people in general. One day, you just got so used to all of it that settling down for the first time in college felt foreign to you.

“That’s honestly really cool, I’ve only ever known the practice room and the music so dancing is like my version of that. Now that I was offered the opportunity to travel, I didn’t realize it would be so overwhelming, especially as a first-timer.” Chan smiles comfortingly.

He truly admired you a lot. After getting a feel of what your life was like, before settling down into one place, he was intrigued by your way of life. How things worked after you had gotten used to it all, and how you coped with the amount of change you were faced with.

“I guess we still do have quite a lot to learn from each other then. You have a lot to tell me, and I think that’s very clear based on our current ordeal.” Chan laughs.

You shrug your shoulders and throw him a sheepish smile. No one had ever been curious about you, or how you lived your life, unlike how Chan did. It felt refreshing to be able to share your life experiences and what you had gone through with someone who listened.

Sure, you did have your friends who were also curious about you, and that's how your friendships even came to be, but Chan was different.

You always thought you’d only have a few chance encounters with the boy next door, but you never thought you’d have him sitting beside you on your couch as you go over your life with him.

“I never really got the chance to talk about my life as much, but you were willing to listen to me like it was nothing. If I continue yapping though, we’d take forever and I don’t want to keep you up any longer since you are still tired from your flight,” You say, and look at Chan beside you.

A pout stays on his face, but he had totally forgotten about the jet lag and how badly he wanted to just pass out after spending time with you.

Chan truly couldn’t get enough of you, and he starts to feel a crush blooming in his chest, not like he had one already, he just never acted on his feelings towards you.

“Don’t be like that, I live next door so you’re technically welcome to come over anytime. Now go on, I’ll let you rest up. I’ll be in my room if you need me ok? Goodnight Chan,” You tilt your head a bit as you greet him goodnight, and Chan swears he felt his heart melt right at that very moment. It didn't help that your adorable cat was rubbed up against your leg too.

“I will, thanks again for letting me stay Y/n. Goodnight, sleep well,” Chan breathes out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. You grin and turn in the direction of your room, Luna following closely behind you.

Chan was restless when he came but with your presence alone, it seems like he could stay up for a whole week if he could.

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[hannyoontify]

[0:12] 'you have... one new message'

*beep*

"hey! it's me... chan. um, i just- well, i wanted to tell you- uh... did- did you know that i was jealous of you when we first met? crazy, right? it felt like we were from two completely different worlds. y-you were from this world that was just full of people and i was in like, a realm of silence.

i was jealous cuz you... you seemed to brighten up whatever room you entered, and i was... i was so envious of that. the light you emitted seemed so dangerously... real? if that makes sense? i don't know, but then, i got to know you.

you- you approached me and struck up a conversation first. it honestly scared me. why would someone like you want to have anything to do with me? but you were sweet to me, so kind and so... caring. and- and as we grew closer, i found myself subconsciously looking forward to the classes we had together, like who looks forward to first period AP Lang? i did, because of you.

i started to wonder like 'hm, i wonder what kind of jokes they'll make today'. i don't know if you ever noticed, but i started to fall asleep in class less too... heh i bet mr. davis would've loved that.

and... in a world full of darkness, you became my light, so, i guess i just wanted to say thank you? i mean it's not a question but it's like- i mean, i guess? wait no- sigh

what i mean is... thank you for showing me what happiness is and what true friendship is like. thank you... for keeping your promises and always bringing a smile to my face.

... and thank you for loving me. whether it was romantic, platonic, or whatever other kind of love there is in the world, thank you.

and... i'm not sure if you still have my number saved, hell, you might've changed your phone number for all i know. oh my god if you're a random stranger and you're listening to me ramble, i'm so sorry, i'm sure this isn't how you wanted to spend the first few minutes of the new year listening to some drunk, lovesick dude ramble to his first love. but i'm not drunk! i've sobered up and i've had plenty of water to drink... just like you told me to do back in college....

.... but if this is your number, you're probably out with friends right now, or maybe with a special person. regardless, i- i hope you're happy. i'm doing fine, so you don't have to worry about me. i've already taken a couple tries to record this message, but i won't pressure you to respond or anything. i just had to get this off my chest.

happy new year [name]."

[holdinbacksecrets]

seventeen: i don’t understand but i luv u (he loves you)

seungcheol: the table is set for dinner. you forgot the bottle of wine— does wine go with pizza? check the fridge for beer. ok, better. watch the length of his neck while he tips his head back for the first, long-awaited swig. laugh because it’s so clear he needed that and ask what happened today. but nothing has happened yet. it’s what he’s about to say… wine goes with everything, especially hard to swallow love.

soonyoung: hold your breath. close your eyes. count to ten. exhale. apologize. please, don’t cry. wait. let the elevator doors close first. hide the breakdown from his view. keep his memory in the dark so he believes the lie.

seokmin: you feel the energy shift in the room. the way his face falls pierces your heart, and you want to take it all back. you want to rewind time for a moment, just a moment, and collect your shared rejection because fear and anxiety win sometimes. this isn’t about love not existing in you for him. it’s about you and a shameful talent you’ve acquired: not allowing yourself to take the chance. a chance that could bring joy and passion, love and peace. you’d rather want what you can’t have than yearn for what’s been lost.

mingyu: he’s holding your hand. he parked the car, but the headlights continue to shine. you lean over to twist them off, mumbling something about your neighbors and the late hour the night has reached. he mumbles an apology. you rest your head against the window. you should leave now. rejection feels uncomfortably sticky immediately, and you can imagine this is far from enjoyable for him. but you want to stay in the space that holds his love because you can’t help but think it’ll never embrace you again. it will never hold you delicately, be smoothed against the back of your hand in the soft act his thumb performs. once you pull your hand away, that’s it. once you open the passenger door, the charge that only arrives with love will be swept away into the late hour’s breeze. you’ll meet his gaze through the window and share a look with too many emotions existing in each other’s eyes to possibly unravel before you head inside.

seungkwan: when a man tells you you remind him of the moon, know that means he’s in love with you. when a man sprinkles his feelings at your feet like breadcrumbs, know the destination he wants to reach is you. when a man wraps the cold stories that hurt his heart around you because you make them warmer, know he’s never felt safer. when you admire a man beyond what words can explain, you have to tell him the truth. out with it, darling.

chan: you wish he would have waited. a week. a month. until tomorrow morning. maybe you would have become a different person if he waited because you want it to be right— feel that it is. you want your body to glow, your spirit to fly. you want his lips to look divine. damn it, why didn’t he just wait? you could have met him in the love, made more together… god dammit.

[milfgyuu]

Lee Chan is the sworn protector of your peace. He’s a “don’t worry about it” kind of guy because he will not only shoulder that burden that’s been weighing you down but he will get things sorted out on your behalf. Nothing brings him more peace of mind than knowing he’s able to lighten your load and leave one less thing on your plate. He’s intuitive in the way that you never have to outright ask for help - he can sense when something is too much and offers help without blinking. If you can’t tell him exactly what you need, because sometimes, you just don’t know, he’ll start breaking things down step by step and you can feel the physical sigh of relief ready to loosen from your chest. It’s a sound he loves to hear, giving him all the more motivation to tackle whatever it is you need him to. He is simply a man who is happy when his person is happy. That is his peace.

[fairyhaos]

now chan, for my synaesthesia, is an incredibly rare colour that i see in people.

he's an orange, an orange as bright as the sun, vivid and vibrant and vivacious. it's an orange like the colour of fire, because fire is never really yellow and never really red: it's a rich orange, dark and smoky and glowing in the evening coldness.

he's the colours that come to mind when you think of the words 'burnt orange'. chan is like boiling sugar, like fudge, like caramel. he's sweet and beautiful and holding that mysterious, intriguing edge to his colour.

chan is a vivacious and yet dark orange. the fact he is orange is something so fascinating: chan is fascinating, unique, incredible. his colour is tangy, popping on the tongue, before he melts so naturally and softly and the sweet stickiness ends up lingering between your teeth.

chan is a burnt orange, like the sun. like the sweetness of life.

synaesthesia tags: @jeonghanis ,, @jeonwonwoo ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @summery-bat ,, @jiji-verse ,, @moonlitskiiies ,, @butiluvu ,, @loversepiphany

request a synaesthesia colour for another member

[ferrariseventeen]

Dirty you say? How about something with Chan cum eating

tw: smut ! do not intereact if you are a minor !

Imagine your pretty boy sinking between your legs after he’s made a mess in you and lapping at you like a man starved. You and Chan would finally be comfortable enough to branch out sexually, finally letting each other know the fantasies that you shyed away from at the beginning of your relationship. It still made your cheeks heat up whenever you told him stuff that you may want to try but he always had a smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eye whenever you talked about it. You soon realized that there wasn’t much your boyfriend wasn't into. One thing you wanted to try was having him cum in you, you were in a place in your relationship that you now felt 100% comfortable with it so with an extremely warm face you’d tell Chan. He would waste no time pumping you full of cum next time he was on top of you in bed, letting you wrap your legs around his waist as his hips faltered and leaning down to press his lips to yours, swallowing up all your pretty moans as his tongue slid into your mouth. You would be spent, still catching your breath as he kissed down your chest and your stomach, hands coming up your hips as he told you to spread your legs for him. You'd be embarrassed, your face heating up at the thought of your boyfriend seeing the mess you both made but with a quick slap to your thigh you'd be opening up your legs for him. You'd be hiding your face at the slew of curses that dropped from his lips as he took in your soaked cunt, still dripping his cum onto the sheets underneath you. You'd barely have time to whine out his name before he was sinking in between your thighs and throwing your legs over his shoulder. You'd let out a yelp at the sudden feeling of his tongue inside you and his nose pressed against your sensitive clit, your hands jumping down to grip onto his hair as he ate you ate like he'd never done before. Your back would be arching and you'd feel yourself already close to cumming again as you boyfriend made a meal out of you for the second time that night.

[bananafire11]

Felt a little better today. Not much, but calmer and sorted some stuff out. Also, my friend introduced me to the fact that i can completely turn discord notifs off.... i love him for that. Been anti-social all day watching funny shit and i needed that.

Its 2am and im tired but cant sleep so... might scribble shit down for aus. Cuz early hours is prime time for that, obviously.

[sluttyminghao]

How would chan and Vernon react if you would give them a lap dance🙆🏼‍♀️

Vernon: initially he would freeze up and not know what to do with...any part of his body and is quite literally shell shocked. it’s only when you lean in and kiss him messily while slowly removing your clothes that he begins to loosen up, and would relax into the dance. eventually he’d be comfortable enough to let his hands drape around your waist and tease you until you’re begging for more

Chan: this is right up his alley, it would take everything in him to not pounce on you immediately and have his way with you. just seeing how your body sways and moves, especially so if there’s soft music in the background. his eyes are darting all over you, not sure where to look next. when you grind against him and your tits are in his face, that is where he loses all sanity and has to throw you against the bed and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow

[dinodaweeb]

Say it ain’t so

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Alastor isn’t fond of media. 

That includes the flat screen who hasn’t shown his face on the news or any other television program. It doesn’t particularly affect him but it certainly raises his questions. He watched as the lights flickered and sparks flew from the power lines. It was a hunch. A theory even but his suspicions were most likely correct. If the missing overlord and glitchy effects were anything to go by.

Perhaps, his dear friend deserved a visit? For entertainment of course. 

But he should inform Charlie of his decision. In case things go differently. Walking down the stairs he made eye contact with the lady herself. His eyes curved to the shape of smile which pulled his lips ever so tightly.

“Charlie, my dear, I’ll be busy this evening so continue your activities.” His voice getting rather monotonous when he continued. “With everyone else. Ta Ta!”

She gives him a wave and her eyes crinkle from how genuine she is. It makes Alastor raise a brow but he gives a curt nod.

As the radio demon left the hotel he went into the streets of hell. Alastor roamed the twisted alleyways of Hell, his senses were assaulted by the sights and sounds of suffering. Pure filth and cruelty, it was perfect. Tormented souls writhed in agony, their anguished cries echoing off the decaying walls. The air was thick with the stench of despair, a humble reminder of the eternal torment that awaited those damned to this infernal realm. 

And he is one of them.

Instead of the usual blare of media screens that adorned the buildings the screens eerily silent. Not even on, Alastor noticed. The absence of the incessant drones capturing others secrets made him even more confused. But his questions were answered when the televisions on the displays lit up. The 666 news channel started playing.

Ah! Finally, Vox must’ve fixed—

But the sinners thoughts were interrupted as he saw the screen. It was Velvette not Vox. Involuntarily his smile twitched and his nails gripped his staff. Leaving the man even more confused than he was before.

Alastor doesn’t enjoy being the one in the dark, perhaps it was time to shine some light on this subject.

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of Alastor's lips as he snapped his fingers, summoning his shadows to envelop him. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he allowed the darkness to swallow him whole, transporting him to his intended destination. His yellow teeth are put into a devilish grin.

How interesting.

.˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.˚🦈˚˖𓍢ִ��˚.

Wires bent and stretched in the sinners palms. The televisions screen flashed blue before malfunctioning and his body twitched as his chest heaved up and down. Thirsty for air. His once-sharp voice module crackled with static, sending jolts of pain through his system with each attempt to speak.

”Va-a” Vox’s throat burned for relief but he was given none when a raspy cough left him. “Val? Valentino?”

He called for his business partner but he was given no feedback. Not even Velvette?

Shit he’ll overheat like this.

His fans were barely cooling his rising temperature. Vox wasn’t sure if he would be able to cool himself down. The televisions surroundings seemed to blur as his vision began to falter, the relentless heat threatening to overwhelm his systems entirely. Fuck, fuck, fuck—

“My, my! Hello old friend,” A voice laced in static broke Vox from his thoughts. “You seem to be in quite the predicament.”

An intrigued hum left the deers mouth. His crimson eyes crinkled in amusement as he stared the younger man. Vox gulped down some of his saliva. His screen buffering with pixelated black and white before showing his face again.

“You-!$*sa…!”

”Hm?”

His fingers curled scrapping the floor with his claw marks. “What..” Vox used his hypnosis eye. “Are you doing here?”

“I’m here for the entertainment, my friend.” His eyes gazed into Vox’s. “Not for your little tricks.”

A grumble was his reply.

“So, it’s seems like you are in quite the situation. Ha ha.” 

“No shit, Alastor.”

Alastor chuckled darkly at Vox's words. "Well, well, looks like the overlord Vox is having a bit of trouble." He paced around Vox, his shadowy form casting an eerie aura in the dimly lit room. “Where’s your beloved moth?”

Vox felt himself tense.

“Who gives a shit? I-$!sdo-dn’t!!” His screen buffered.

The deer chuckled at his behavior and gave the tv screen a light tap with cane. Making the screen return to his usual face.

"Fear not, my dear friend, for I have come to offer my assistance."

Vox's screen flickered as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Help? From you? I'd fucking trust Lucifer over you.”

Alastor's grin widened, revealing his sharp teeth. "Ah, but you see, Vox, you are desperate, are you not? And who better to assist you in your time of need than the one and only Radio Demon? Your rival.”

Vox hesitated, weighing his options. This was probably a one in lifetime experience. Call him a simp but to be nursed by Alastor…. The thought wasn’t repulsive. But if this was all just a stupid joke he’d fucking kill himself-or Alastor. He wasn’t sure which he actually wanted.

Despite his pride, he reluctantly accepted Alastor’s offer. "Fine," he agreed, his voice strained. "But don’t you fucking try something."

“Splendid! What a pleasant surprise.”

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summoned his shadows once more, manipulating them with expert precision. The screen displayed a “Danger!” sign and Vox covered himself in electricity. Static shock sending throughout his body.

“Ah, ah! Don’t move Vox,” The overlord shivering when Alastor said his name. “They don’t bite.”

 Shadows danced around Vox, cooling his overheated systems and stabilizing his malfunctioning circuits. Slowly, Vox felt the intense heat dissipate, replaced by a welcome sense of relief. He didn’t know Alastor’s shadows were able to that. In fact, he liked to believe that he knew a lot about Alastor. Because.. they’re rivals of course.

As the shadows receded, Vox's screen cleared, displaying his image without any glitches or distortions. He blinked in surprise, momentarily speechless. He… helped Vox?

"Consider it a favor, Vox," Alastor said nonchalantly, though a hint of amusement lingered in his tone. "But remember, every favor comes with a price."

Vox gritted his teeth, knowing all too well the nature of deals made with demons. "I won't forget it, Alastor," he replied through clenched jaws. "And I won't owe you anything."

Alastor chuckled ominously, his red eyes gleaming with mischief. "We'll see about that, Vox. We'll see."

The sinner got up from his bed and approached Alastor and spoke softly. “Thanks.. I guess.” Alastor’s gaze softened at his words even if Vox wasn’t aware he heard.

”Hm? Im afraid you’ll have to speak up, dear.”

”I said..” He bit his lip. “Fuck you!”

”I think, I should’ve let you fry up.”

[yv17]

a/n: i came up with this idea since im watching a horror movie rn (the black phone) and thought it would be fun to write smh little like this, enjoy <33 also, IM FINALLY BACK FROM THE TRIP ??? WHOS EXCITED FOR MORE WORKS CUZ I DEFINITELY AM

[00:27] "AAAAHHH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!"

you bursted out laughing, the sound echoing through the room for a few good seconds. from the very moment you and your boyfriend, chan, decided to watch a horror movie, you knew it's going to be a lot of fun.

and you were completely right.

"that wasn't even scary, chan" you said, still laughing under your breath. the boy looked at you, eyes wide, as if he was shocked by what you just said.

"what do you mean not scary, he literally just jumped out of nowhere and murdered him with an axe!" chan stated, making you laugh even more.

"the special effects were absolutely tragic in that scene, the cgi too, hence why it wasn't scary at all, my dear." you said, your hand reaching for some popcorn from the bowl which was currently standing on the small table in front of the two of you. "and besides" you added after a while "before we started watching you said you never get scared while watching horror movies."

"that's because it's true!" chan said putting his hands up in a defensive manner. "this one just caught me off guard."

"yeah yeah, of course." you rolled your eyes, trying to get your attention back onto the movie. "and when the movie ends you're gonna ask for cuddles and watching my little pony because you won't be able to fall asleep by yourself."

"i would ask for cuddles either way, even right now." he answered, ignoring the rest of the sentence as much as he could. "you're my girlfriend after all, remember? and couples cuddle. that's a completely normal thing."

"i won't cuddle with you unless you admit you're scared of horror movies." you said, a smile on your face as you watched your boyfriend sigh.

"alright, alright. i do get scared everytime we watch horror movies." he stated, your smile growing more and more at what he just said. "and now come here, my scared ass is in dying need of hugs from my amazing girlfriend."

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[kpopsfic]

fragile ꩜ choi seungcheol

pairing: choi seungcheol x gender neutral reader 

genre: established relationship, breakup

warnings: angst

word count: 1.3k

written by: ollie

description: love was never easy. it was never meant to be easy. however, dating an idol, especially someone like choi seungcheol, was a whole different playing field, but love conquers all, doesn’t it?

a/n: hello everyone! it’s been a minute since one of us posted, but we have both been super busy with work since school let out. that’s what happens when you decide to drop tickets on seeing the boyz lmao but we will try to post more frequently!

You should have known what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date an idol. You should have known that it wasn’t going to be a normal relationship. There wasn’t going to be any spontaneous dates, no random adventures, not even late night trips to the convenience store. 

You thought you could handle it. The “love conquers all” attitude. In your mind, that’s what could get you through it. 

Because you did love Choi Seungcheol. You loved Choi Seungcheol more than anyone on the planet.

But it wasn’t enough. 

The hiding, the sneaking around, the brief interactions on music shows. It became too much, but the breaking point occurred because of something neither you nor him imagined. 

Publicity to some might be considered the most important thing for an idol. Whether good or bad, it was still publicity. It was still putting your name out there. You thought Seventeen had enough support, especially since they broke into the U.S market. Their fandom was growing and growing everyday. 

So when Seungcheol explained to you that Pledis Entertainment wanted him to “fake date” someone under JYP, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t honestly understand why it was necessary. You, of course, didn’t want him to fake date anyone, but he didn’t have an option. The company didn’t know that you two were together, so he couldn’t refuse a direct command from his CEO. 

He insisted that it was going to be fine. It was only going to be brief outings together that were able to be photographed by Dispatch and other media outlets.

That was true at the beginning and you honestly weren’t bothered because at the end of the day, Seungcheol was in love with you. You knew that. 

But brief outings turned into co-hosting events, shared variety shows, and countless interviews. Soon, you grew sick of the headlines and of the couple interview questions. It wasn’t long before the sickness grew into jealousy and hatred toward the female idol. 

It was clear that she was taking the “fake dating” much more seriously than Seungcheol. She looked at him like he was the reason for her whole existence. It wasn’t long before your insecurities began to take over. Did Seungcheol actually love you? Were you enough for him? 

You found yourself at a standstill unable to talk to Seungcheol about how you felt. He was your boyfriend. You loved him and that was exactly the reason why you couldn’t voice your concerns to him. You didn’t want to come across as the jealous girlfriend that was incapable of trust. 

That left Lee Chan as your only option. The happy sunshine understood what you were feeling and offered assurance. He insisted that Seungcheol only had eyes for you even if his fake girlfriend viewed him more as a friend. Nothing was going to happen between them and that was final. 

For awhile, Chan’s advice calmed your thoughts and your jealousy. Everything was going fine, exactly like Seungcheol said. 

Until New Year’s Eve hit. 

Never did you think your New Year’s Eve would be ruined be a picture that Dispatch posted. 

A picture of Seungcheol and the girl kissing. 

That’s when you decided that you couldn’t take it anymore. Dating an idol was too much. 

Seungcheol was the one who called you first. He had seen the picture and wanted you to know that she had kissed him first. He had to go along with it because of the cameras, but he desperately wanted to push her away. He said that kissing her made him feel sick. He was sick because it wasn’t you. 

You broke up with him that night. You had reached your breaking point. You were tired of the insecurity that you were feeling, you were tired of the jealousy, of the fear that Seungcheol would leave you in the end. 

The moment the words left your mouth, you wanted to take them back. He begged you to stay; to reconsider, but you already made your decision. You loved Choi Seungcheol. You loved Choi Seungcheol more than anyone on the planet, but this time, you had to put yourself first. 

That was a year ago. 

A lot of things change in a year’s time. Things happen in this world without warning. Things just happen whether you want them to or not. 

You weren’t exactly sure how it happened or when. Maybe it was when he picked you up to go get milkshakes after you called him crying about how much you missed Seungcheol. Maybe it was when he randomly bought you flowers for your birthday. Maybe it was the night when you finally let your guard down and let him fall asleep next to you. 

Somehow, some way, your heart surrendered itself to Lee Chan and it was the most wonderful feeling. 

You swore you would never date another idol let alone someone from Seventeen, but he made you feel wanted and loved. He made you feel like the most important person in his life because that’s exactly what you were. You were his world and you always had been even when you were with Chan. 

At the beginning of the relationship, you worried about hurting Seungcheol. Chan was one of his best friends. There was no way he couldn’t be hurt by your actions, but he never reached out to you. He never made an attempt to say one word to you, so soon, your heartache faded to indifference. 

You figured he had moved on as well, so you were shocked to see the new notification pop up on your phone as Chan slept curled up next to you.

One new voicemail from Seungcheol 

You debated on deleting the message. You debated on avoiding his words. There would be no point in hearing what he had to say now. It wouldn’t change anything. You would still be in love with Chan and your relationship with Seungcheol would be nothing but a distant memory. 

But even after all this time, you couldn’t bear to ignore him. You just couldn’t do it. 

With a shaky breath, you moved the phone up to your ear. 

“Uh, hey, it’s Cheol. I know it has been awhile, but I just felt like I had to reach out to you. I know you may not want to talk to me and if so, I get it. I didn’t exactly put you first in our relationship and for that, I am truly sorry. For what it’s worth, the fake dating thing is over, which I’m sure you knew from Chan.”

His voice sounded as angelic as you remembered it, but there was also a hint of tiredness behind it. So faint that if you didn’t know any better, you would have missed it. The boy let out a sigh as he continued. 

“It’s weird. The thought of you with Chan. If i’m honest, I should have seen it coming. I felt it in my bones. He always treated you with respect. He always made time for you when I wasn’t around. I can’t just sit around and say that seeing you with him doesn’t hurt me because it does. It really does, but I hope you’re happy. I hope he makes you happy.”

Seungcheol went silent. The only sound being heard through the phone was his breathing. You felt like you were holding your breath. Was he going to continue? Was that all he had to say to you after a year of no communication?

Your ex-boyfriend let out a scoff. “It would be pointless to say that I miss you, wouldn’t it? I say that I wish for your happiness even when it absolutely destroys me. You were right when you always had that relationships were crazy.”

His last line made tears drip down your cheeks and you prayed that you wouldn’t wake the dark-haired boy next to you. 

“That ’s all I needed to know, that you are doing fine.”

[hannyoontify]

'chan! chanchanchanchanchanchanchanchan' you chanted, running up the stairs after a quick hello to his parents. chan looked up from his phone as you ran into his room, out of breath.

'what's up?' he asked. he set down as his phone as you launched yourself into his bed and smiled up at him.

'nothing, i just missed you' you giggled breathlessly. your best friend rolled his eyes and pushed your face away.

'gross'

you giggled as you inched your way up towards him. 'hey there's nothing wrong with missing my best friend'

chan felt like he got punched in the gut when he heard the words 'best friend'. was that all he would ever be to you? he picked up his phone again and watched you from the corner of his eye as you found a random sock under his pillow and threw it off the bed with a look of disgust. you began scolding him about basic hygiene or something like that but he just watched your pretty lips as they formed words that he couldn't comprehend.

'save those pick-up lines for your future partner. it's gross if you use them on me' he said. you pouted but nonetheless put your head in his lap to watch him play subway surfers on his phone.

'why not? it's good practice,' you said. 'and you really need to start cleaning your room-'

chan smothered your face with a pillow. 'GET OUTTTTT' the sound of your muffled laughs makes his lips quirk up into a small smile. 'seriously, you're like the annoying sibling i never had'

you lift your head up and flash a particularly charming smile at him. 'oh but you know you love me'

i do, chan thought to himself. he has loved you, since the first day of fifth grade when you became his seat partner and when he asked to borrow a pen, you brought out an array of different colored pens and asked him 'what color?' with a bright smile.

he loved you in eighth grade, when you experienced your first breakup and you sobbed into his shoulder for hours while he held you. he always thought you could do better than that douchebag but never said anything because of how happy you looked.

chan loved you all throughout high school and your different phases. he was your rock, the one person who stayed by your side through thick and thin and kept you grounded. he was the one you consulted before doing something really stupid (like cutting off all ur hair the night before a really important interview) and he would talk you out of it.

and you loved him for it. but he would never know.

a/n : this took an angsty turn i was NOT expecting lmao i js kept writing until this happened hehe BUT!! my brain juices are NOT working and its getting rlly annoying. my mingyu and dokyeom google doc tabs are just marinating in the back of my browser and i feel so bad BUT I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING i'm almost done with mingyu's but i'm not satisfied with it whatsoever like i'm not posting that garbage until i fix it. anyway hope u guys enjoyed lol

[soft4svt]

You decided to drop by the dance studio one evening after class to see what the performance team was up to. As the boys rehearsed and discussed new choreography ideas, you were lying on the floor against the back wall of the dance space. You were completely content scrolling on your phone and listening to the guys talk. At least until Hoshi asked you for your input. You thought for a few seconds before getting up and improvising different moves to see if anything would bring some inspiration. Working soon turns into fun and the five of you are dancing like crazy and hyping each other up all at the same time. All is going well until you step wrong and lose your balance.. right into Chan’s arms. Had he always been this strong? Wait, since when were his eyes so perfect? You snap back to reality and shoot a small glare at Jun who giggled at your almost-fall. After a deep breath to calm your racing heart, you continue dancing with the others. Chan tries to do the same but when he looked at your reflection in the mirror, his eyes immediately caught the pretty blush left on your cheeks. He smiles slightly as a tinge of pink paints his cheeks as well. At the end of rehearsal, Chan can’t help but feel a little more sad than usual that you have to part ways. He’s not sure where these new feelings have come from or if they were always there. It’s a thought he’s willing to explore and hopes that maybe you feel the same way too.

[holdinbacksecrets]

his car with the windows down in the coolest hour of a summer night.

his laughter unravels your soul and warms your heart. you can say anything you need to in his presence. all the words that flutter off your tongue are safe with him.

he’ll squeeze your hand before a turn onto a dirt road. the destination comes into view. the quiet is calming. the sky deserves space on a canvas to hang in your bedroom: it’s important to remember, but it’s stubborn and wouldn’t dare be caught on camera.

perhaps chan is a bit like that too. anything you try to hold on to after the memory fades, never feels the same. lines in a journal are far too dull. even your dreams can’t quite capture him.

years have gone by with a recurring lesson: be present. oh, how you’ve tried. you’ve bent over backward, fallen into child’s pose again and again to practice stillness, to practice presence. and then, this man snuck in, and offered you a smile. the smile evolved into love and the idea of forever six years later. now, presence finds you like the ground beneath your feet. it’s never been easier to be.