#if anyone wants to look at photos of the penthouses...hit me up lol

[sadroundface]

it took an hour, some insta photos, a little hand-drawn map, real estate websites, and bouncing back and forth between regular google maps, street view, and satellite view, but i figured out where franko had been living in nyc and my eyes are like bleeding from the photos of the apartment. new york nouveau riche is insane like...i would not like to live in this place but also yes i would

[onlyseokmins]

butterfly • x.m.h.

Pairing: xu minghao x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), fashion designer!au, tiny angst mayhaps

Warnings: little bit of dirty talk, reader is a model FYI but nothing really much abt that lol, one-night stand mention, way too many butterfly metaphors, idk lmk if I missed smth as always!

WC: I have no idea I typed this up on Tumblr mobile whoops

A/N: Thank to this, I'm thinking of fashion designer minghao where you're his muse, model, and arm candy for the lovely butterfly lingerie collection he designed.

He'd just slip his hand through the slit of the dress you wore earlier to his latest press conference the minute the both of you entered his penthouse. His eyebrow raises in mild surprise that not only are you already quite wet but that he can also feel your bare, puffy pussy lips against his fingers. He's quick to fully undress you, smiling with pride at the green crotchless panties and how the delicate lace stretches out across your hips in the shape of a butterfly.

"Dirty," he murmurs appreciatively in your ear as he slides his fingers in, "having your needy pussy open and dripping wet like this in front of all those flashing cameras. These were made for you."

"They kind of were," you remind him teasingly. Instant regret fills you when he takes his fingers out, using his other hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"It's because you're so pretty. Can't resist you at all but I can show you where you belong."

Anyone would think he means on your knees but instead you're led to his king-sized bed adorned with satin sheets. It overlooks the cityscape and it's the same place he first sketched how heavenly your body looked laying across it as you slept after a whirlwind of a one-night stand.

He envisioned you with wings - not the angelic, feathery kind - but the mystical ones of fairies that resembled a butterfly. The kind that no matter how gently you touched them, they would break and leave the creature unable to fly ever again.

That was how he kept you by his side, how his most famous line of clothing was inspired, and how he still had your scent linger on his bedsheets and tongue. Not that he told a soul about it. Even during the most intimate nights when his body magnetically pressed against yours in a flurry of ecstasy after a sensual photo shoot, you were gone by morning like a butterfly migrating south at the merest threat of winter.

And Minghao feared you'd crumble away in his hands and disappear forever.

But tonight, a different swarm of butterflies flutter - this time inside his gut. He's aware of his feelings now. Giddy upon such a recognition. Enamored every time an article of clothing wraps around the most intimate parts of your body in a strange sense of possession.

He can only hope you'll let him into your heart as easily as you let him enter your pussy, gliding into you with practiced ease and praising himself for the genius idea of designing something delicate enough to tear but accessible to what he wants so they won't be ripped apart.

But now, what he really wants is your heart. Your noses are almost touching as you peer up at him through your lashes. Lips he's always tried to evade are tantalizing close and he finally takes the plunge, pressing his own chapped ones against your soft, plush ones he's dreamed about.

It's chaste and sweet, a bizarre contrast to how hard he's thrusting up into your wet warmth.

"Stay," he mumbles against your mouth, "stay with me. Don't be gone when I wake up."

"Maybe if you had better stamina, you'd be awake by then," you shoot back, feisty as always even as you chase his lips when he pulls back.

"I mean it. Stay here with me, let me order breakfast in bed for us."

"Hao..."

"You never let me buy you anything." His eyes focus on your collarbone as a finger traces circles around your nipple. "And you never let me leave any marks."

"That's because - "

You're cut off by a moan, throwing your head back when he angles his hips just right to hit that spot that has you seeing stars. Light scratches from your nails graze his back as he focuses on drawing you closer and closer to that edge. He reaches his peak right behind you, groaning as you clench around him and tremble at the aftershocks of a powerful climax.

As you try and catch your breath, he starts shuffling around in his nightstand. You hear a soft click and feel something cold lay against your chest. You shift in his hold to look down, your breath catching in your throat.

A gorgeous golden butterfly encrusted with various gems hangs from a matching chain around your neck.

"Are... you getting into jewelry now?"

Minghao sighs. "That's a one of the kind design and it's solely for you. Just like those panties you're wearing."

You thank him, fumbling over your words. "But I couldn't possibly - "

"They're yours. All of it. Even my bank account. I was serious about what I said earlier. Stay with me - forever."

"Forever?"

"Yes, forever. Unless you don't want to but I'm more than happy to continue our arrangement. Plus giving everything you desire even without feelings attached." He clears his throat, suddenly evading eye contact. "But I want you to know that my feelings are genuine if they're something you'd want to return. Even if that's not now."

You're near tears and he starts panicking before you speak. "I've been in awe of you since you showed me that drawing the first night. You've always encouraged me to feel as beautiful as you see. But I didn't know if you were just fantasizing that idea of me or who I actually am."

"What I don't know about you, I'd love to find out."

"Likewise," you confirm, a hand cradling his cheek tenderly.

He joins you in another kiss, gentle and light, like wings brushing across skin. Although the feelings of butterflies may fade with time, he believes they will strengthen into something more beautiful than a butterfly emerging from its caccoon.

[shesawriter39049]

|FEVER| M|

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

About- Namjoon just has a kink for letting you do whatever the hell you want with him...Whether that be putting him in a hot pink suit shirtless! Or, telling him he’s a good boy as he fucks you into oblivion!

OR- Namjoon and yourself hooked up 5 months ago when the boys were in London on Tour, and you were the creative director for there British GQ & Harper’s Bazzar Cover! Now, months later he’s prepping to release his second mixtape “RM vs Rap Monster”. Opting to go a complete 360 from his first release Mono in all realms. So, with that being said BigHit thinks he needs someone with a little more... “umph” Take a wild guess as to who they call...

WC:1.2k (Sneak peek)

WARNINGS: Switch OC (Top & Bottom...but there's no real dom/sub tones here) Service top/power bottom Namjoon, praise kink, Fingering, Unprotected sex(Back shot), come play, dirty talk, light choking, light overstimulation, (This is lowkey a little softer than it sounds) The OC kinda leads this, but Joon isin’t the cliché “sub” he just likes letting her take control.

NOTE- Just my take on the OG cliché Artist X Stylist AU (Though she’s more of a full package, Art Director/Stylist/Photographer ETC) I have tried to add some minor elements to make it a little more realistic. I will say I typically stray from “Idol-verse” just because if we’re being real, the cultural difference alone sometimes stunts my creativity...BUT I just had a little fun with this one...so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, I don’t go into much physical details but in my mind regardless of race, aesthetic wise the OC is a huge contrast to what he’s use to which is part of her appeal. I picture a tatted Barbie of some sorts...

SIDE NOTE: No shade, but shade, I was lowkey inspired to write this bc I have very strong opinions about the creative team at BH....

*** Let me know if you guys want the full thing or not...I kidna flaked on posting because it is such a cliché lol

SONG- FEVER DUA LIPA  FT ANGELE

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“Well, it’s a yes for me” Eyeing him in this Hot pink-fitted Burliti suit, which you paired with a very sheer black Arnar Mar turtle neck. The minute you saw the piece on the runway you’d been dying to get it on someone with melanated skin, and it just so happens, the boys are fresh off the US leg of their stadium tour! So, lucky for you, baby boy’s been in the sun a lot, and Namjoon’s currently a sinful shade of brown and you're totally here for it…

Then to top it off, the mesh material of the turtle neck creates the perfect silhouette around his offensively toned chest, outlining the muscles sinfully. Eternally snorting at the way the fans are gonna thank and curse you out all at the same damn time once they see the looks you’ve pulled for this man!

And yes, you had your crew bring extended shades of foundation and concealer, because his face and neck will match if your name is going to be attached to these damn photos! 

Head tilted to the side as you silently observe the way he rakes over his reflection in the mirror, it’s a sixth sense you’ve acquired as a stylist at this point. Half of your job is essentially being a hype man/self love coach, real shit, a lot of these artist aren't always as...confident as one may think!

And just like clockwork Namjoon runs his palm down his thighs, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles on his pants for the umpteenth time in the span of oh I don’t know 30 seconds? Which in turn prompts you to say….

“You look good Joonie...” Musing over your second glass of Don, the compliment was genuine, tone warm, soothing even, not a hint flirtation insight because that wasn’t your motive. You weren’t trying to get him flustered you’re just trying to gas him up a little, you wanted to see Namjoon get alittle cocky and feel himself!

Ears perking up like an overgrown puppy, head whipping in your direction “Yeah?” The way this man’s eyes just lit up like the soul skyline. I just-goddamn, an almost bashful smile toys on those plush lips of his, and you can’t help the way your chest flutters with nothing but fondness.

“So fuckin cute” Flutters off your lips, as you hide a smile of your own behind a half empty whine glass. The delivery was so faint it almost go lost in the background music floating through the air. However the slight flush hitting his cheeks let you know Namjoon heard you whether he wanted to admit it or not!

”Mmmhmm, the color looks fuckin insane against your skin, not to mention, the way everything's going to pop once we tone your hair a little! “ Eyes drinking him in from head to toe, though there was nothing suggestive playing within your iris. Very much aware of time and place and right now your genuinely looking respectfully! Seeing if any alterations are needed, making sure you like where everything sits along his frame. Making notes in your phone of places you want to pin and adjust later...snapping a couple shots here and there. 

Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the lapels on the blazer “But like-I mean-I- dont’-It doesn’t look like I’m... trying too hard or anything?” Brows furrowed in the center of his face, jaw tight, wincing slightly at his own words, almost as if he was afraid of your response. The vulnerability within his delivery was more than evident, and no matter how common this is with artist, it’s still just as devastating! Regardless of how much he tried to play it off as if he was just making casual conversation, you can see how blatantly uncomfortable he is . Gazing back at you wide eyed, and uncannily exposed, pointing at the outfit in question. Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the the blazer, switching posses subtlety trying to get a better feel for the suit.  

You stayed silent for a minute, taking the time to actually process before speaking which is rare, not gonna lie. Gaze piercing as you hop off the bed, wine, and accessories in hand, swaying closer. “It’s fashion”. The baited pause almost implied that’s all you had to say, as if one-word was self-sufficient, and in your mind it was...but you knew better than to just leave it at that.

“Art at its finest Mr. Kim” You smile something a little devious, and he flushes even deeper as you slowly start to invade his space eyes locked with him meaningfully. You can physically see the shift, the closer you get, Namjoon starts fidgeting slightly under your gaze but he doesn't back down.

“It gives you room to play, create...it’s something that let’s us connect to people without saying a damn thing.” Suddenly the hand that wasn’t holding your alcohol has become a prop, flailing around haphazardly as you spoke, pointing at the various pieces hanging on clothes racks in your suite! The penthouse has essentially been transformed into your own personal walk in closet for the next 5 or so days! “It’s a statement. A opportunity to tap into a side of yourself that maybe you can’t always verbally articulate to the world around you! More importantly, it’s supposed to be fun, it’s literally something that can be removed within seconds! I mean we all have to wear clothes so why not just enjoy it?”  Head cocked to the side as you appraise him, brow quirked, eyes warm, yet there's a clear challenge playing within your gaze.

Namjoon’s watching you intently, almost as if he’s taking mental notes as you speak...the heaviness within those dangerously honed eyes of his could almost be unsettling to some, but you quite like it. Made you feel as though he actually gives a flying fuck about what you’re saying.

“In my opinion the only time it looks like someone’s “Trying too hard” Making little air bunnies with your spare hand “Is if they look uncomfortable in what they’re wearing, confidence is key, and I know you know that better than anyone RM!” You muse batting your lashes in Namjoon’s direction, and he dimples back at you, eyes sinking into tiny crescents, face rivaling the color of his suit, trying to hide said smile behind his own glass of champagne.  

“I could put you in a damn clown suit...” Words trailing off your tongue lackadaisically as you grow distracted searching the bar for a specific chain from John Hardy. “Which” Focus snapping back in his direction making the later splutter a little “Would be fire as fuck if I did by the way, but-”  Namjoon ended up cackling midsentence, almost choking on his drink in the process, fist pounding against his sternum.

Yeah..killing the leader of Bangtan wasn’t really high on your list tonight....

“Ayee, none of that shit...” Smacking him in the back a little more so just to be an ass because he wasn’t even choking anymore “Don’t die on me until we at least get this damn photoshoot done, I had to cancel my trip to Jamaica for this shit!”

Now he’s damn near choking and his laugh was contagious, it’s just.. loud, carefree so yes, your cackling, and there's nothing cute about it. But you honestly don’t care, you let yourself get lost in it! Finally able to feel the atmosphere in the room start to shift to something a little less scripted and a little more organic...

Throwing his hands in the air as If he’s waving a nonexistent white flag “I’m sorry, noona” There’s a pout playing in his lips, not exactly aegyo per say, but it’s fuckin adorable “Blame PD-nim, it’s his fault we had to do this so last minute” Wheezes from his throat, in the form of a slight whine, almost rivaling Jimin if I’m honest.

You already know he was laughing more so due to your delivery, specifically, your casual use of profanity over anything else. This is actually something you use to be self-conscious about, especially at your first shoot with the boys, at the shoot for GQ . Well aware it wasn’t as common in Asia for people especially women to use “fuck” like a comma. So you were hoping they wouldn’t be offended, or uncomfortable by your dialect, and, thankfully they didn’t seem to mind. Much like Joonie over here, they found it entertaining over anything.

“Yeah, a huh, sureee...” Eyes rolling to the back of your head playfully as you start lightly altering the suit in question with clips and pens. “Stay still babe” The pet name slipped off your tongue effortlessly, honestly, that's what you call most people in your life. However you were far too focused to notice how wide eyed and flustered the man before you became upon hearing it directed at him so casually.

A faint little “Sorry” muses off his lips as he gnaws on his inner cheek, trying to stay still as you ghetto-rig hems into place until you can get this under your sewing needle.

“ No, but real shit…” You sigh, taking on a slightly more serious tone “If you step in front of that camera like you own the bitch, regardless of what your wearing..., then they can’t tell you shit! If your comfortable there’s no such thing as trying too hard” You shrug nonchalantly like that was the simplest concept known to man, downing the rest of your drink “Alright, that’s all, thanks for coming to my Ted talk” Waving him off as if you’re about to leave the room and he pouted playfully, jokingly begging you not to leave him yet...it felt good to be able to banter like this. The shift continuous shift within the atmosphere was more than welcomed…

Hesitantly you watch his eyes find their way back to the full length mirror, which promptly smacks you back to reality!

Unfortunately you didn't fly all the way to Seoul just to drink,  and shoot shit with Namjoon for hours on end,  your actually here to work…

Sooo...

“Alright” Placing your arms on his shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze as you peer over his shoulder. Meeting his gaze through the glass, chin resting gently against the blade. “Back to the reason you came Mr. “I’m sooo anxiously” Shooting him a teasing little smirk in the process “The suit, yay or nay”

So, here’s the thing technically the official fitting is tomorrow, and as far as his team knows he’s in the studio with Yoongi and Hoseok finishing up a song!

Which of course raises the question as to why he’s here..alone..mind you..no staff or security in site.

Just Kim Namjoon and yourself.....

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Heyyyy, Lemme know if you guys want this or not, it will leave kinda open ended because it was supposed to kinda be a 3 part mini series initially. Part 1 ends the morning of the shoot, the full thing is set to be around 6/7k! Spoiler, the company is going to want to keep her around for more than just Namjoon’s solo project....

Also, YES...I did see that they actually put Tae in that Burliti suit (I wrote this long before that shoot was released)...I actually hated the way it was styled it though...I never thought I’d say this but MGK’s team did a better job than BH....

[yutaya]

Iron Fist Rewatch: 1x03: Rolling Thunder Cannon Punch

That's so terrifying. You look an entitled asshole in the eyes and say "no" when he tries to pressure you into doing something morally corrupt that would actively hurt another person - one who has specifically asked you for help - and then armed home invaders break in in the middle of the night. Ward is basically the mafia boss that Colleen has just pissed off, from her POV. No wonder she hates him.

Wow, now I want the fanfic where Colleen keeps calling Ward a mafia boss to his face. "Just because I'm under your mafia family's protection NOW doesn't make that time you put out a hit on me any better, mobster." "'Mob-' I never put out any 'hit'. I'm not the mafia." "You don't need to bother with pretence here, mob guy." (Danny helpfully does not point out that Ward definitely put out a hit on him, but the entire room is still painfully aware.)

Danny: Sorry the people trying to kill me broke your lock.

Colleen doesn't for one second find it out of the question that the cops might be in on the whole "corrupt rich white man is doing shady illegal things and trying to have a 'problem' 'fixed'" thing. Danny does, ("I haven't broken any law?") because Danny spent ten years as a rich white boy and then the next 15 in a culture completely separated from the rest of the world's reality. Or: Danny, a rich white boy, trusts the police. Colleen, who tries to make her dojo a safe space for a bunch of underprivileged majority bipoc kids living in the "bad part of town", does not.

Possibly the reason they speedrun us through Ward going up to the penthouse again is to remind the viewers how obnoxious it is to get up there before we see Danny climb the building later?

I forgot about this freaky tube thing. What is that? High tech coffin? lol. There's an implied "you should be unsettled by this" vibe to Harold's whole "it's so peaceful in here, I can't help but doze off" but when I don't know what the tube is the context is kind of lost on me.

Again with Ward calmly asking for an explanation about such a seemingly insane business choice, especially one that he's going to have to explain to people, and Harold brushing him off. Infuriating. And let's just toss in a sprinkling of "Joy has always been and always will be better than you, who can't do anything."

Harold: "Doesn't it occur to you that I'm doing this all for you?" Me: "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I HATE YOU." He doesn't even just say "I'm doing this for you." No, he has to say "Doesn't it occur to you that I'm doing this for you?" Rather than simply lying, he just has to back Ward into that corner. Ugh. UGH.

Ward: closes his eyes, long huff of breath. I should start a count of how many times he does this.

MY SKIN IS CRAWLING. Freaking Harold. Ugh ugh ugh he's the worst.

Danny you realize you're both disrespecting Colleen AND talking about pretty sensitive subject matter right in front of her student?

Joy: "We need to do the right thing." Me: "You keep telling yourself you're a person who cares about that, Joy."

Joy used to do Ward's homework for him????

Like, what?

Seriously, what?

Was this supposed to be a cute exchange? Because my Asian American upbringing says it's NOT.

Joy: "In another life, this would have been romantic." Danny: "Gross, you're my sister."

"You and Ward, you're the only link to a life that I had. It kept me going under very difficult circumstances." ;___;

Joy talking about clinging to her dreams of Harold meeting her after school and holding her hand and smiling at her in her grief after he died is making me so miserable. To Joy, Harold means comfort.

Danny: *Starts talking about ghosts* Joy: Oh right, he's crazy.

Colleen: "You dishonor yourself when you fight for money."

Jeri, who has literally been mind-controlled, almost got murdered slowly and painfully, and brought a killer to her wife,

Young intern Jeri Hogarth calling the boss's secretary a "hatchet faced bitch" and then bribing said boss's 10yrs or younger kid not to tell is. Well. It sure is a thing.

I still want Danny inviting Jeri to Defenders friend group hangouts and Foggy and Marci both blanching. Jessica and Jeri can snark at each other and Danny can be like "You're friends too! I didn't know!! :D"

Honestly, I would have watched a whole show on the intricacies of classism issues, with the Elite like Jeri and the Meachums teaching Danny how to live and maneuver in that world and Colleen and the dojo and Big Al teaching Danny about the reality of life for the lower class, and our golden-hearted Danny in the center of it, consistently determined to do what's Right,

Joy: lol, isn't this such a fun, teasing, sibling-banter thing we do, me joking about how I'm going to close this deal and you would only endanger it?

Harold: punches trainer full in the face, then casually suggests weapons next time while the guy is still groaning on the ground

Is Gao terrorizing Harold and making him kneel on glass supposed to make me feel for Harold? No one deserves this but that doesn't make Harold magically not a monster.

Danny.... just taking over lecturing the class is not respectful to Darryl or Colleen either.

Danny: "What kind of soldier training is this? They're acting like kids!" Colleen: "That's the POINT! I am not training them to be soldiers, I am creating a safe space for them to be kids when they usually can't be in the rest of their lives." Danny's warped K'un Lun upbringing really shows here. It's heartbreaking to remember that Colleen isn't just some good samaritan either - that she was raised in a cult too and has her own warped upbringing viewpoints.

A line I need to appear in a Ward/Misty/Claire pov fic: "Colleen tends to seem normal because most of the time she's next to Danny. It's easy to forget that actually, she's completely batshit."

Colleen keeps throwing Danny out for bringing trouble to her doorstep and then not really fighting it when he sticks around anyway (Which: Danny. Danny, this is problematic behavior, Danny.) - it's when he becomes a danger to her students that she gets serious about it. Even if Danny wouldn't physically harm them again, he is now a drain on their mental health: he represents a potential danger, a reason to be constantly on guard, and a removal of their safe space.

Ward clearly has no idea what the heck Joy is doing. It's all very troubling and this family is so messed up.

The way Ward ever so slightly shakes his head at Joy as she bribes Patel with his nephew's actual life.

The blanket into snow is a great transition shot

Joy feels like Ward refuses to tell her things the same way Harold refuses to tell Ward things! But Ward doesn't actually have the ability to tell Joy anything because he doesn't know anything! Ugh!!

On Joy's desk: a photo of her and Ward toasting at some party. She also has a copy on her shelf at home.

Joy poured her blood sweat and tears into Rand. She's proud of it. To Ward, it's a prison.

Wait so their plan is that there's no record that Danny Rand ever existed? Like, besides. The city's collective memory? People know about Danny Rand, guys. You need to delete the ability to connect this adult man to Danny Rand, not young Danny's entire paper trail. I mean, anything linking them would be included in literally everything about Danny but still. Seems unnecessary and suspicious?? I know nothing about crime.

Jeri casually constantly reminding Danny that the Meachums are the corrupt villains of this story must be really messing with Danny's head. Not that she's wrong. Poor boy.

"Isn't it obvious!? I'm not your sister. He's not your brother. We don't want you here." brb crying forever

I have to appreciate that this fight moderator is actually trying to run a semi-safe tight ship behind the showmanship

"Cut the Floyd Mayweather shit." Floyd Mayweather: a former professional boxer, competed from 1996-2015. Often referred to as the best defensive boxer in history, as well as the most accurate puncher. Nicknamed "Pretty Boy" by his amateur teammates because his defensive technique left him with relatively few scars.

That whole Randy biting Colleen (breaking the rules about going too far laid out at the start of the fight) and then her climbing on top of him to keep on punching after he's down was really framed like one of those troubling "the hero loses control and it's bad" type scenes.

I am very curious about Jeri and the Meachums' history. Jeri and Ward snark at each other so much in this meeting. And they definitely seem amused while doing so. Also Joy was like "Hogarth" at Ward earlier, and Jeri described their relationship as "complicated" to Danny.

Ward slumps down in his seat so he's lower than anyone else in the room, despite probably being the tallest. This is probably meant as a show of dismissiveness: Danny's case is so insignificant that he doesn't need to respect them by sitting up straight - but it IS interesting, from a power dynamics in staging perspective.

Ward, who has a constant escape plan of stealing from his employees and running away with Joy, plus was literally talking about leaving and starting over with nothing earlier in this same episode: "It could have been easy. You could have taken the money and had a great life."

The elevator level can be controlled by the lobby man???

Another picture of presumably child Joy on Harold's desk, as a toddler this time. How many does he have?? This is cruel set dressing.

Harold playing on Ward's loyalty again. "I need you to help me. I don't have anyone else."

[mistakemessenger-imagines]

Hello! I love your blogs and your writing! Just want to say thanks for doing this! Anyway ifnits not too much trouble Can I ask a request for st.v day, rfa,v,and saeran on a beach date, like first time see them in a swimsuit. I dont care how you do it: make each one separate or an rfa outing, pure smut or pure and chaste as hell, just make it fluff galore, I need some fluff man. Much love <3 and have a beautiful day! @valancystirling48

Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine! Some will be fluff and some will be sin ;)

It was rare to get everybody in the rfa to get together with all having busy schedules to attend to. But rfa was a family, so even minor holidays were good enough reason to meet up–according to Seven atleast, whose idea it was to go to the beach for Valentine’s Day. With his amazing hacking skills, he managed to push back everyone’s schedules just so you all could hang out today. Now here you are at the beach with your partner, about to prepare to soak in some sun!

Yoosung:

He only needed to remove his shirt because he was already wearing his swim trunks, so it didn’t take any effort to get ready (he did have to mentally prep to expose his blindingly pale chest from staying inside all day playing LOLOL)

Being the gentleboy that he is, he waited until you finished in the changing booth to go have fun with the others

“Alright Yoosung, I’m done!” you hollered from the inside before the click of lock swung the door open

…Only to reveal you in a really…really nice bikini

A really nice bikini styled after that one really hot lolol character (ahri is a babe ok)

His face immediately flushed a bright crimson color, “M-m-m-mc!”

“Hm? You like it Yoosung? I had it custom made from a friend of mine!”

Poor boy didn’t know where to rest his hands when you cuddled up to him under the umbrella because everywhere he touched there was bare skin

Cute boi got jealous when he went to go get some water for the sandcastle you guys were making when a guy came over to hit on you and asked if you would play lolol with him

Yoosung ‘accidentally’ dumped his bucket of freezing sea water on him and the guy stormed off grumpy and embarrassed

“Oops :) I’ll go get some more water, Mc!” 

Yandere Yoosung can be vv cute

Jaehee:

“Jaehee, will you untie the strings of my dress for me, I can’t reach them.”

Blushing babe nervously fumbled with the strings until they untied and the dress plopped right down onto the blanket

And oh my goodness

You just looked so beautiful 

Jaehee feels blessed

Your swimsuit was a pretty beige one piece and it had a picture of a coffee cup on it and it was so cute omg the link i put doesn’t have a coffee pic but PRETEND OKAY

“Mc, you look…so pretty!”

She may have said that she isn’t innocent but gdi jAEHEE IS A PURE SOUL AND SHE ONLY THINKS YOU’RE GORGEOUS 

No sinful thoughts will enter her mind!!

When you two were belly boarding she might as well have died and gone to heaven with the way the water and sun shone down on you

You both walked along the shore hand in hand to find some really cute seashells so you guys could use them to craft or decorate the cafe with

When night rolled around and the whole gang was huddled around the campfire and seven singing the campfire song song, you and Jaehee provided hot chocolates and brought the ingredients to make smores!

Jaehee loved being cuddled next to you in the same blanket <3

Zen:

“Babe, what’s taking so long? We’re gonna start the volleyball match soon!”

“Okay okay, I’m done, I’m done, sheesh,” you mumbled as you walked out of the changing room in a really sexy nice looking burgundy bikini

Zen’s face could almost compete with the color of your bikini because dAMN you looked so good

He’s trying so so so hard to restrain the beast from just taking you against the wall then and there

Halfway through the beach volleyball match, everyone decided to do piggyback pairs because why not it’s more fun? Naturally you had Zen piggyback you

But he could barely focus on the game because bare skin and boob was pressing up against his exposed back

Zen looked liked he was about to pass out from a heat stroke so you brought him into a bathroom stall so he could cool down

Well as soon as the door locked, you were pushed against the wall, lots of rough kissing, and the room suddenly felt very hot zen you might actually get a stroke calm down

As soon as you were all riled up, he pulled away and huskily whispered into your ear, “We’re finishing this when we get home, princess.”

This was going to be a long day for sure

Jumin:

You remember the cat lingerie? Well they make the same thing but in the swimsuit material and you got yourself a black set

The difference from Zen is that right when you opened the door to reveal what you were wearing, Jumin just pushed you back in, locking the door and immediately backed you against the wall because you!! looked!! so!! sexy!!

He propped and held you up against the wall, moved the bikini bottom to the side and thrust himself into you, pounding relentlessly, basking in the noises you tried to keep in 

Jumin, to both of your dismays, had to make it a quickie–wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious now would we?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) still some good sex though

But he was definitely going to do a thorough job when you got home though :))

Anywho, after your little session, you had a lot of fun teaching Jumin the fun things commoners do at the beach! 

He even tried drawing a blueprint in the sand for the castle you were building; “I guess old habits die hard,” V chuckled at his friend

After losing the beachball while playing with it in the ocean, everybody washed up and decided to walk around the boardwalk too see the cool stores

Jumin bought you a cute new dress to wear instead of your current sandy one 

Afterwards he took everyone out to a restaurant there and covered the bill 

But the real fun happened when you got back to the penthouse later that night ;))

707:

Were his eyes deceiving him?? Did he need a new prescription?? 

Because Mc just walked out with the most amazing sailor moon bikini holy pepperonis you were cute and h o t

Saeyoung’s glasses literally started fogging up and he is enjoying the view of your adorableness 

He wishes you told him ahead of time so he could make a matching swimsuit!! But sadly his swimtrucks were the same design as his jacket 

The whole day he pretended to be in danger just so his magical girl could save him (eg “IM DROWNING!!”, “SAVE ME FROM THIS MONSTER!!” the crab)

All day, to the others, he seemed very behaved with keeping his hands off you but that my friend was not the case

In the water? He’s groping you all over. Sitting at a table? His hands are stroking teasingly up your thighs. No one’s looking? Smack! Right on your butt. The teasing lasted all day 

The worst was when everybody was chilling around the campfire when night fell; you were on Saeyoung’s lap and a big blanket he brought was wrapped around the two of you

That’s when he slid his hand down and started to rub you through the fabric of the swimsuit while casually listening to the story Zen was telling

He loved that you had to hold your moans in and refrain from squirming

When he felt your moisture start to seep through, that’s when he moved his hand inside your swimsuit to put his fingers to good use 

707 the sadist is merciless

V: (he’s not blind in this one because he deserves to have fun ok)

After taking some pictures of the ocean, Jihyun found you sitting on a rock, staring out at the ocean

He couldn’t resist snapping a candid of you; the soft ocean breeze moving your hair, the bright sunlight shining down on his angel, and your beautiful white swimsuit

Jihyun is a gentle sweetheart and he will not let any hand wander where it shouldn’t be; you want him to rub sunscreen on you? Well Jihyun is a well behaved man unlike SOMEBODY *cough*SAEYOUNG*cough*

Since he gets tired easily from sports and such, he’s mainly taking many photos of you playing with the others

He wasn’t going to join in the water balloon fight until surprisingly, Jumin pelted him with one (I don’t care who it is, best friends are always jerks to eachother LOL) He mainly used himself to shield you from being hit though

When you get tired, he already has a spot next to him for you under his umbrella and just hold you while running his fingers over the bare skin, as it is calming to him

When sunset was finally happening, this boy was rushing you to many different spots just to take pictures of you with the beautiful sky

Jihyun is so thoughtful because when it started getting cold and your normal clothes were all sandy, he knew to pack an extra set for you in a sealed bag bless his soul

Unknown: 

Saeran’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets when you saw you in your bikini

It wasn’t anything flashy, just a black two-piece 

But damn if the simplicity wasn’t hot, it was sexy

At first the thought of doing anything remotely sexual at the beach in public was a big no no so he didn’t do anything when he can just do it at home

Until he saw how other guys at the beach were staring you up and he did not like it, the possessive feeling now bubbling inside his chest

He was practically glued to your side like a guard, scaring away the guys with just his death glare

When he was escorting you to the bathroom he got into a stall with you, “S-saeran what’re you doing!?”

In an instant his lips where attached to your neck, “Leaving a reminder that you’re mine.”

It went no further than that, but the whole rfa was staring at your neck except v lol when you came back, but none dared to say anything

Except for Saeyoung, who told his brother congrats for getting some, which resulted with him getting beat up

No guys would come up to you anymore, even if they didn’t in the first place, but it made Saeran feel better so shhhhh

He did make up for it during the campfire by making your smores for you so your fingers don’t get sticky while his do

It’s the little things because now Saeran’s fingers are sticky and have sand all over them ew

He also made up for it with jealous sex that night too so no complaints

[flatsuke]

Idk if you still take requests but can you do a kbtbb group piece where Mc gets kidnapped and the guys work together to find her? Love your work btw

Title: 99 Reasons Why I’ll Never Be Good Enough For You

Summary: He should’ve answered the phone when he had the chance.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Everyone/MC, mostly Eisuke-centric

a/n: Here it is, anon! I’m sorry this took so long. I normally don’t take any requests, but I liked yours! Also, this is mostly Eisuke-centric, so I hope that’s okay with you lol

             The auctions were once again in full swing. All the itemsBaba put up were the star of the show, and none of the patrons could get enoughof the prized antiques on stage. Every time the zeroes piled up, Eisuke’s smirkgrew wider.

             Good, Eisuke thought. More profit for us.

             His phone buzzed all of a sudden,but he paid it no mind. The auctions were more important than some offhandedphone call. He didn’t even bother taking his phone out of his pocket when hepressed the sleep button to make it stop ringing.

             Whoever was calling him must havebeen pretty insistent because the phone wouldn’t stop ringing even after Eisukeignored it the first time.

             Annoyingbastard. Didn’t this person get the message already?

             Irritated, he turned his phone off.At least he wouldn’t be disturbed anymore.

             “Eisuke, where’s Koro? I’mthirsty,” whined Ota, sprawled across the couch. After the auctions ended on asuccessful note, they all headed to the penthouse to celebrate.

             “I just paged her. She should behere any minute now.”

             “I haven’t seen her today. I didn’teven see her at the I.V.C!” Baba exclaimed.

             “Now that you mention it, SexyBones hasn’t been here all day…” Luke added before mumbling something about “awaste of a perfect bone structure.”

             “Maybe we’ll get answers from herwhen she gets here,” Eisuke concluded. Ihaven’t seen her either, strangely enough.

             Fifteen minutes later, she still hadn’tarrived to the penthouse. Eisuke was starting to get impatient. Where the hellwas she? Oh, she was going to get an earful from him later.

             “Strange. Normally, she would’vearrived ten minutes earlier,” Shuichi commented curiously.

             “Cut her some slack. She’s probablyin the bathroom or something. Diarrhea can happen to anyone, ya know,” said ahalf-asleep Mamoru, chuckling slightly.

             Eisuke didn’t pay attention to thevulgar comment. It was probably faster to just call her directly. With a clickof his tongue, he grabbed his phone to dial her number. Before he could inputhis passcode, he was met with an unnerving sight.

              Twelve missed calls. All from her.

             Whatthe hell…? Weird. She almost never called him directly, so seeing a barrageof missed calls was a bit jarring, to say the least. Was this a prank?

             “The number you have dialed iscurrently unavailable,” recited the operator monotonously.

             An unsettling feeling pooledin his stomach. Something wasn’t right.

             “Boss? What’s up? Why do you looklike you broke a nail or something?” Baba asked mischievously.

             Eisuke didn’t have the energy toretort to the joke. “You didn’t see her at all today, right?”

             “No…but what are you getting at?”

             “Aihara, did you see her at work?”Eisuke turned to the younger man. There was a growing urgency in his voice thatthe others could hear.

             “No, I didn’t. I thought she was onsick leave,” Hikaru shrugged back.

             Shedidn’t call in sick today. What’s going on?

             “…If you want, I can go check onher dorm,” Baba suggested. The thief could sense the seriousness in Eisuke’sexpression, and to be honest, he was feeling a bit worried, too.

             Baba left the room immediately. Theothers remained in the penthouse, but the mood changed from celebratory totense.

             No one wanted to admit that theirinitial worry grew worse with each passing second. Eisuke tried to call her,but all he kept receiving in return was the operator’s dull voice. He couldonly hope that his fears were unfounded when Baba came back.

             “Guys!” Baba yelled, slamming thepenthouse door open. “Something’s wrong!” His face was uncharacteristicallypanicked, and he was panting from all the running he did.

             “Spit it out already,” Soryu quipped,not comfortable with the suspense.

             “It’s ____…” Baba gulped heavily.“Her room’s been ransacked and I can’t find her anywhere.”

             They all froze at Baba’sexplanation. Whatever came next—

             “I think she’s been kidnapped,” heconfessed grimly, looking straight into Eisuke’s eyes.

             That was the switch that seteveryone off.

             “Shit! Check the GPS on her phone! Soryu, get the Dragons ready!”

             Soryu wasted no time standing upand calling the Ice Dragons. Meanwhile, Hikaru grabbed his laptop and typed aplethora of commands in lightning speed. The rest of them bolted up and triedto contact her, but to no avail.

             “I can’t pick up anything from herphone,” Hikaru admitted, fists clenched. “It must have been destroyed.”

             “You’re kidding…” Ota uttered. “Isthere anything else we can do to figure out where she is?”

             “Who the hell could even get pastsecurity?” Mamoru inquired, unusually alert.

             “Tch. That doesn’t matter now. Justthink of something already!” Eisuke roared.

             Staycalm, stay calm. I’m going to lose my fucking mind—

              Eisuke,in a frantic attempt to find some sort of answer, scrolled furiously throughhis phone. Through the pile of unread messages, he spotted one from her, sentfour hours ago. There were no words in the message, and all that was sent was ablurry picture of a warehouse by the docks.

              “Aihara!Find out where this place is! And do it quickly!” Eisuke commanded, throwinghis phone at the younger man. If he wasn’t so desperate, he would’ve been a bitmore polite.

              Hikaruskillfully caught the phone. “She sent you this?” he asked Eisuke suspiciously.

              “Justshut up and look for the place already. We don’t have time for this.”

              A fewminutes later, Hikaru managed to trace the address of the photo. Withoutwasting another breath, they all sprang to their feet and hoped they weren’ttoo late.

              Please.

              Gettingto the location was a feat in itself.

             “Do you always drive like a maniac,Ichinomiya!?” Shuichi held onto the armrest of the passenger seat for dearlife. “You almost hit that car!”

             “Look, I don’t give a shit aboutproper driving right now. I just want to get to that warehouse, pronto. If youdon’t like it, you can get the hell out of here.”

             Shuichi only clicked his tongue inreturn. He didn’t want to admit it, but Eisuke was right. They all wanted toget to her as soon as possible.

             “That’s great and all, just makesure we don’t die before we get there!” Ota yelped after Eisuke made a sharpcurve.

             After a few near-death turns andmiraculous luck, they arrived at the docks. Soryu and the Ice Dragons cameimmediately after them, all poised and ready to take orders.

             “Get rid of anyone in the way,”Soryu ordered. He cocked his gun threateningly. “Move!”

             The warehouse itself was abandoned,and thankfully for them, their manpower made it easy for them to burst in thebuilding without having to deal with any obstacles.

             The first thing they heard whenthey made their way inside was a familiar scream of pure agony. There, huddledon the floor, was her bloody, beaten body clutching herself in pain. One of themen surrounding her was about to swing down a baseball bat, which was alreadycovered in blood from earlier use.

             She feebly managed to look at theauction managers’ direction. Very, very weakly, she mouthed something almostimperceptible, yet they all managed to see it.

             Help.

             The triggers, both in their mindsand in their guns, were pulled.

             “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!!”

             The place became a bloodbath fortheir wrath. Soryu’s, Hikaru’s, and Mamoru’s guns all fired one after the otherat the kidnappers. The three of them gave no chance to fight back. All thatcould be heard was the rain of bullets and gunpowder.

             Baba, thanks to the others’diversion, managed to bring her away from the ensuing gunfight. He laid herdown gently for Luke to do first aid.

             “It hurts…it hurts…” she whimperedpitifully. From up close, her injuries looked worse than they seemed. Thebruises on her limbs were beginning to turn blue, and the black eye on herface was swelling. Eisuke watched the whole scene, and his insides lurched atthe sight.

             Thosesons of bitches are going to pay. I’ll make sure of it.

             “It’s okay, Sexy Bones. Everythingwill be okay,” Luke soothed her. “Does your chest hurt?”

             “It hurts…to b—breathe…” She triedto move, but she only flinched in pain when her torso shifted.

             Luke’s eyes flashed with dread. Heturned immediately to Eisuke, who shook himself out of his stupor.

             “Eisuke, call an ambulance. Now. I think she might have broken herribs,” he said with an uncharacteristic gravity.

             Sure enough, Eisuke didn’t thinktwice before dialing the number. He gave her one last look, and he wanted tobeat himself up for letting this happen to her. If only they came sooner. Ifonly he answered his phone—

             “E—eisuke…” she called out to himfeebly.

             “Don’t talk now. Save your energy.”

             “I—I didn’t tell them…anythingabout the—the auctions…” she sputtered before going unconscious.

             Don’ttell me they did this to you for that reason—

             Something in him snapped. He madehis way over to Soryu, who was just about done with the kidnappers.

             “Give me your gun,” Eisuke askedcoldly.

             “What are you—“

             He didn’t bother listening toSoryu’s complaints when he grabbed the gun from its holster. Everyone’s shoutswere mute noise to him as he approached the kidnappers’ fallen bodies.

             They were already riddled withbullet holes from the earlier fight, but Eisuke felt the need to go a stepfurther.

             Cocking the gun once more, he aimedat them.

             “This one’s for her.”

             The next day came, but none of themfelt any better.

             Seeing her lying down on a hospitalbed—unconscious, injured, and jacked with painkillers—did nothing to lift theirspirits. She may have been safe now, but the fact that she was hurt because of themnever left their minds. All they could do was watch her sleep and hope the painwould go away.

             After a few minutes of theircontemplative silence, her eyes fluttered open.

             “G—guys…?” She tried sitting up,but Ota quickly moved to her.

             “Ah, you can’t get up yet, Koro,”he chided, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “The doctor says you have acouple of broken ribs, so you can’t exert yourself.”

             “Oh. I see…” she bit her lipnervously. “Well, in any case, thank you all for everything. I’m sorry forcausing you all trouble. I—I promise this won’t happen again.”

             All of them winced at her apology.Why was she saying sorry when she was the one who suffered? Eisuke, inparticular, felt his skin crawl at every word she said.

             “Princess…” Baba faltered. “Whatare you saying?”

             “Don’t say that, ___…just stopalready…” Hikaru gritted his teeth in frustration.

              She didn’tlike seeing them so upset, so she changed the subject.

              “…I must look like crap, huh?” shelaughed self-deprecatingly. “I don’t think I can go to work looking like this.I guess I can’t make Eisuke’s coffee for a whi—“

              “___,those calls,” Shuichi implored, his eyes wavering. “Were you…trying to call usfor help?”

            �� Shenervously looked to the side, trying to avoid his gaze.

              “Ah…Icouldn’t think of anyone else to call. A—anyway! It’s fine! It’s not like itwould’ve made any difference if you guys answered. You guys should stopworrying about it—“

              “No, it’snot fine, goddammit!” Eisuke, who wassilent the whole time, suddenly yelled.

              While I was busy counting zeroes at theauction, you were all alone, beaten senselessly by some assholes and for what?For me? For the one person who didn’t even bother to come to you when youneeded me the most?

              “Why are you always likethis?! Why can’t you just get mad and blame us?! Why can’t you just hate me already?!” Eisuke’s voice was cracking,and he didn’t care about the tears that were coming out. So be it if they allsaw him at his weakest point. None of that compared to what she had to go through.

              Soryu walkedup to him and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You should stop,Eisuke. Don’t stress her out.”

              Theothers were all staring at him in awed sorrow. There was no room for smartasscomments when their leader was on the verge of a breakdown. Eventually, they,too, couldn’t hold back their sobs.

              “If—ifwe made it earlier we could’ve—“ he choked.

             “I’m sorry…” she said sadly.

             “Shut up…don’t apologize. Just—justrest and get better,” he sputtered before storming out of the room and awayfrom everyone’s tear-filled gazes.

             At the hospital roof, he had timeto reflect on his own.

             He hated it that she always had toapologize because he knew, better than anyone, whose fault it was that she wentthrough something horrible.

             He was to blame.