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[lcs-scar]

PLEAS PLEAS PLLEEEEAASSSS

Can you draw some pete content?? 🙌🙌🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇🙇

THAK YOU IF ITS YES

sure!!

[hynzsn]

Just male reader wants to ride bang chan after chan being stressed from work.

★ STRESS RELIEF ★

☆ bangchan x male reader

-> idol!chan x non-idol!reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut

contents: top!bangchan x bottom!reader, m/m, anal sex, cock riding, anal fingering, studio setting, chan being stressed from work, established relationship, porn without plot/what plot?, explicit language, neck kisses, tongue kissing, straddling, neck nuzzling, praise, aftercare, chan calls reader “babe.”

wc: 1.2k (i think)

a/n: i feel like this is so rushed 😭 forgive mee >.< i didn’t realize until after i read through it how rushed it actually was. like i probably missed out a few things but oh well. i hope the person who requested this likes it.

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

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you find bangchan hunched over his desk in the dimly lit studio, headphones on, fingers flying over his keyboard. the room is filled with the soft glow of computer screens and the faint hum of unfinished tracks. you watch him for a moment, heart aching at the sight of his tense shoulders and exhausted expression. you know he's been working non-stop, barely taking a break, and it's starting to take a toll on him.

"chan," you call softly, stepping into the room.

he doesn't hear you at first, so you move closer, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. he jumps slightly, pulling off his headphones and turning to face you. his eyes soften when he sees you, but there's still a hint of stress lingering in them.

"hey, babe," he says, voice tired but affectionate. "what are you doing here?"

"i came to check on you," you reply, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. "you’ve been working too hard."

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "i know, but there's so much to do. i can't afford to take a break right now."

you shake your head, cupping his face in your hands. "you need to relax, chan. come on, let's take a break. just for a little while."

he hesitates, but the pleading look in your eyes convinces him. he nods, letting you pull him up from his chair. you lead him over to the couch in the corner of the studio, pushing him down gently. he looks up at you, curiosity and a hint of arousal in his eyes as you straddle his lap.

“babe, what are you doing?" he asks, though there's no real protest in his voice.

you smirk, leaning in to kiss him deeply. "just let me take care of you, okay? you need to relax, and i know exactly how to help."

he groans as you grind down against him, already starting to get hard under you. you kiss him again, more urgently this time, your hands moving to unbutton his shirt. he shivers as your fingers brush against his skin, his hands coming up to grip your hips.

"fuck, babe," he mutters against your lips. "you’re gonna drive me crazy."

"that’s the plan," you reply with a grin, trailing kisses down his neck.

you can feel his cock straining against his pants, and you waste no time in unbuttoning them, pulling them down just enough to free him. your breath catches as you take in the sight of his impressive length—thick and veined, his cock stands proud and flushed a deep, enticing shade of red. it curves slightly upwards, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

the sight alone is enough to make your mouth water, and you can't help but let out a soft moan of appreciation. he hisses as the cool air hits his heated skin, his hands tightening on your hips as he watches your reaction with dark, hooded eyes.

"lift your hips a little," you instruct, reaching for the small bottle of lube that chan, the little minx, had stashed on the side table behind a stack of notebooks.

he obeys, and you take a moment to strip off your own clothes, tossing them aside carelessly. as you stand there, fully exposed, you catch chan’s heated gaze raking over your body, his eyes darkening with lust.

you smirk, enjoying the way his breath hitches when you slick your fingers up with lube. locking eyes with him, you reach behind yourself, circling your anus with one finger before slowly pushing in. chan couldn’t help but groan at the sight, his grip on your hips almost becoming painful as you drive him wild.

"fuck, y/n," he mutters. "you’re so hot."

you added a second finger, scissoring them inside you. the stretch burns slightly, but it's a familiar and welcome sensation. you take your time, wanting to make sure you're fully prepared for him. chan’s eyes are glued to your movements, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second.

"fuck, i need you," he breathes, his voice strained.

"almost there," you assure him, adding a third finger and thrusting them in and out a few times before pulling them out completely.

you pour some more lube into your hand, slicking up his cock and giving it a few strokes. he groans loudly, his head falling back against the couch as he bucks up into your hand.

"y/n," he whines slightly. "i need to be inside you."

you position yourself above him, lining him up with your asshole. you sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch, the stretch almost too much but exactly what you need. he grips your hips tightly, his eyes locked on where you’re connected.

"fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice thick with arousal.

you start to move, riding him slowly at first to let both of you adjust. the feeling of him filling you completely is intoxicating, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. his hands guide you, urging you to move faster, and you comply, picking up the pace.

the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans and his groans blending together in a symphony of pleasure. you can feel the tension in his body slowly starting to melt away, replaced by pure, unadulterated need.

"chan, you feel so good," you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as you ride him harder.

he thrusts up to meet your movements, “yeah? fuck, you're amazing."

you lean down to kiss him, your tongues tangling as you continue to move together. the angle shifts slightly, and you gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside you. he smirks against your lips, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"right there?" he asks, his voice breathless.

"yes, fuck, right there," you reply, your nails digging into his shoulders.

he thrusts up harder, hitting that spot over and over until you're seeing stars. the pleasure is overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building rapidly.

"chan, i’m close," you warn, your voice barely more than a whimper.

"me too, babe," he responds, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

you ride him harder, chasing your release, and with one final thrust, you come undone. your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, and you cry out his name, your entire body trembling with pleasure. he follows right behind you, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he comes deep inside you.

you collapse against his chest, both of you panting and sweaty but thoroughly satisfied. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both come down from your high.

"you’re perfect," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "i really needed that."

you smile, nuzzling into his neck. "anytime, chan. i’m always here for you."

he chuckles, tightening his hold on you. "i know. and i love you for it."

"i love you too," you reply, your heart swelling with affection.

you stay like that for a while, just holding each other and basking in the afterglow. eventually, you both reluctantly get up, knowing that the work still needs to be done. but now, with the stress melted away and the bond between you even stronger, it doesn't seem quite so daunting.

as you help him tidy up the studio, he looks at you with a grateful smile. "i don't know what I'd do without you, babe."

you grin, leaning in to kiss him one last time. "luckily, you'll never have to find out."

[angelickks]

Doesn't Make Sense ✮ LION KAMINSKI

request. Do you think you could do one where the reader starts thinking she isn’t good enough for him and he kinda freaks out cause that makes no sense?warning(s). overall comfort fic. some insecurity. swearing. implications to past trauma. canon-typical violence. angel talks. hehe thank u nonnie for the request and the kind words, hope i did this one justice. muah!

#NAV.ᐟ jack o'connell mlist

IT'S LATE.

The kind of late where the world feels suspended, like the motel room exists outside of time—dripping faucet, humming neon, bloodstained towel on the floor.

Lion’s in the shower, door cracked open, steam curling around the frame like a ghost. You can hear him. Quiet movements, the shift of feet on tile, water splashing against his chest. You imagine the bruises, the cuts, the red line above his eyebrow. You sit on the edge of the bed, legs pulled up, wearing his hoodie that smells like sweat and leather and maybe—faintly—cigarettes.

You should feel safe. Warm. Held.

But tonight, something itches beneath your skin. A feeling you haven’t been able to shake.

He came back from the fight with a split lip and a new bruise blooming purple on his ribs. And he didn’t flinch when he saw you. Just walked in, silent, and pressed his forehead to yours like a prayer answered.

Your stomach twists.

You’re supposed to be used to it by now. The aftermath. The blood. The fact that people look at you when you show up on his arm like you’re made of something delicate and breakable, like you shouldn’t be here.

But something about the way people looked at you tonight—too soft, too dolled up, too out of place—made you start thinking.

Maybe they’re right. Maybe you are out of place.

He could have anyone. Someone strong. Someone who doesn’t flinch when the blood starts spraying or cry when he grunts getting out of the ring.

Not you.

Not the girl who packs snacks in his bag and kisses his knuckles like she can erase the damage.

You wipe your cheek fast before he can see.

But the bathroom door swings open a second later and there he is, wet hair pushed back, sweatpants slung low, bruises like shadows against pale skin.

His eyes find you immediately—curled in on yourself, mouth tight.

You don’t look at him, pretending to scroll your phone with a numb thumb. Your throat’s tight, like something’s caught there.

He’s quiet for a second. Then:

“Baby?”

You swallow.

“Yeah?” you murmur, not meeting his gaze.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.” Liar.

Lion doesn’t say anything. He stands still for a moment longer, then crosses the room in five slow, quiet steps. When he gets to you, he kneels. Right on the ugly carpet, face level with your curled-up frame on the bed. Your skin pricks at the sensation of his warm hands on your thighs, thumbs brushing over the fabric of his hoodie on your knees.

“Hey,” he says softly, voice still gravelly from the adrenaline. “What’s wrong?”

You smile, but it’s cracked glass. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

Lion freezes.

His entire body goes still like a predator catching wind of something wrong.

You look anywhere but at him.

“I said I’m fine,” you whisper.

He stares at you, long and heavy. Then: “You’re lying.”

You blink, startled. “What?”

He doesn’t let go. Doesn’t move. Just holds your thighs like he’s trying to keep you tethered.

His brow furrows like it physically hurts to say the words.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lie to me.” His voice stays low, but there’s something trembling beneath it now.“Not you.”

You feel the burn rising in your chest and try to blink it away.

He lifts one hand slowly and presses it to your waist, just below your ribs. Warm. Steady. Like a grounding wire.

You hesitate too long. He leans in, almost desperate.

“Please.”

The word hits you like a punch.

Lion doesn’t beg. Lion bleeds and fights and kills if he has to. But now he’s kneeling at your feet, warm droplets of water faintly tracing the scars on his back, calling you out because you won’t tell him what’s clawing at your chest.

So you say it.

“I just…”

A breath.

“I don’t think I’m what you need.”

His face does something you’ve never seen before—like a wall collapsing behind his eyes.

“What?”

“I mean, look at me,” you say with a helpless laugh, gesturing to yourself. “I’m not strong. I get scared when you get hit too hard. I’m soft, and I cry during dumb movies, and I—I make you slow down when you’re trying to move through the world like it doesn’t touch you.”

You look down. “You’d be better off with someone tougher. Someone who understands your world.”

Silence. Thick and brutal.

You power through. “You could be with someone who gets it. Someone who doesn’t panic when you bleed or fuss over every little bruise or beg you to slow down—”

Then—

His hands move.

Not gentle. Urgent.

He grabs your face like he’s trying to memorize it, palms warm on your cheeks, eyes wild. His voice comes low, breathless:

“That doesn’t make any fucking sense.”

You blink. “Lion—”

“No. No, don’t—don’t say shit like that.” His grip tightens just a little. “You think I need someone who watches me bleed and doesn’t care? You think I want some... cold ass girl who doesn’t cry when she thinks I might not come home?”

He leans in closer. Nose brushing yours. His voice drops to a rasp:

“I come home because of you.”

Your breath hitches.

“I step in that ring,” he says, voice trembling with a fury he doesn’t know how to direct, “and I fight like I’ve got a fuckin' reason now. You don’t slow me down—you keep me from turning into something I can’t come back from.”

Your hands tremble as they find his wrists.

“I don’t give a shit if you’re soft. I need soft. I need you to hold me when my hands won’t stop shaking and talk to me about dumb movies and your day while I fall asleep in your lap."

His forehead touches yours again, this time not like a greeting. Like something sacred. His eyes close.

“You’re not just good enough,” he breathes. “You’re the only thing I’ve ever had that’s mine.”

The room sways. Or maybe it’s just your heart giving way.

He pulls back just enough to look at you fully.

“I’ve had nothing but hard my whole life. Fighting. Running. Surviving. You think I don’t know what I’ve got with you?”

You don’t realize you’re crying until his thumbs catch the tears.

“You’re the only thing I don’t feel dirty touching,” he says, voice breaking now. “The only good thing I’ve ever had that doesn’t flinch when I come home broken.”

He kisses your forehead.

Then your cheek. Your temple. The corner of your mouth.

“I look at you,” he breathes, “and it’s the first time I’ve ever wanted to stay still.”

Your arms go around his neck without thinking. Clinging.

And Lion wraps his whole body around you like he could fuse you to him. Pulls you down into the sheets, under the covers, tangled together. You press your face to his chest and cry quietly while his hand moves through your hair, slow and soft.

“You’re mine,” he whispers again and again into your skin. “Mine. My girl. You hear me?”

You nod into his chest.

He kisses your head, your jaw, your hand, like he's trying to prove it in every way he knows how.

“You don’t have to be tough,” he murmurs. “That’s my job, sweetheart. Yours is just to be you.”

The kind of quiet that settles isn’t the uneasy kind anymore. It’s safe. Heavy in the best way—like exhaling after holding your breath too long.

Lion hasn’t moved much since you curled into him. Just his fingers, which have stayed in your hair, lazy and slow, like he could soothe the ache out of your thoughts one gentle stroke at a time. His lips ghosted against your temple every few minutes. No pressure. No expectation. Just presence.

But something’s shifted.

You feel it in the way his touch stills.

The way his breath catches just a little.

He tilts your chin up gently.

“Still with me?” he asks, voice rough at the edges.

You nod.

Your eyes meet his—and there’s nothing hungry in his gaze. Just that same stunned kind of awe he always gives you, like he still doesn’t believe he’s allowed to touch you like this. Like it’s a privilege he hasn’t earned but will never take for granted.

He leans in, slow as the sunrise, and kisses you. Not demanding. Not to take—just to give.

He pulls away like it hurts him to do it, like even a breath of space between you costs him something real. His hand lingers at your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly beneath your eye before he leans in again, presses a kiss to your forehead. It’s slow. Intentional. Almost sacred.

His voice is barely above a whisper, warm and steady against your skin.

“You never have to wonder if you’re enough,” he says, like it’s the simplest truth in the world. “You were it, baby. Always. From the first second I saw you.”

And in the warmth of his hold—skin against skin, heart against heart—you believe it.

You believe him.

[ssweetleaf]

ok wait hi me again 🪩 sorry but i saw an episode of a show yesterday where 2 characters were hooking up and the girl pulled back and said “tell me you love me, i won’t hold you to it just say it” and if that isn’t king steve idk what is like you’re finally giving him the time of day again and he can’t let his friends find out that a, he’s putty in your hands and b, he wants you to like him as much as he likes you

i saw a post the other day about telling steve you love him during sex and he just EXPLODES. i believe that wholeheartedly. 🪩🩷

you’d be so surprised when his usual fast paced, hard thrusts dissipated and turned soft— slowing down into little ruts of his hips, missionary, of course, wanting you close and needing to see your face.

because in those moments he’d pretend you were his— he’d forget about his ‘royal’ status, his massive ego and his asshole friends and his brain would just have you left in it, nothing else.

“tell me,” he’d pant, fingers curling around yours and enveloping your palms in his.

“tell you what, stevie?”

“tell me you love me.” he’d whine it, heart thumping against his sweaty chest, cock throbbing from inside you, balls so heavy and full of cum he’d so desperately want to breed you with.

And the second you’d utter it, the mere moment you’d let it fall from your silky tongue— he’d whine expletives, eyes screwing shut while his dick shoots thick, creamy ropes of cum inside your quivering pussy, sobbing into the pudge of your cheek and murmuring his own confession of love, (though you of course only think of it as pillow talk).

:(

[holeforzenin]

do u see ever see roomate toji being her emergency contact? the scenario doesn’t have to be dreadful but what if she was at work and had a whoospie like ripped her jeans/or drenched her shirt LOL and she calls him to the rescue

OMGOMGOMG YESYESYESSSS I HAVENT THOUGHT ABOUT THIS!!! You’re so right babe, omg imagine she puts his name as a joke and one day, accidentally hurts her foot and had to go to the hospital and then the doctors call toji?? And he’s worried and rushing to see if you’re okay and then he takes you home and takes care of you OMGGG IF I HAVE ENOUGH TIME , THIS IS GONNA BE THE ROOMMATE TOJI POST ON FRIDAY!!

[yeonbins]

missing soobin hours 💌 (12)

[rizzanon]

Helloo!!

Guess who finished the piece for once 😼 I forgot to send it and seeing it on your blog just reminded me lol

Also for the art with Reader and Elliot, ironically enough, I just watched the finale of AOT in cinemas like a week before that so maybe that’s why they look like Mikasa 😭

If you can’t see it, there’s a faded red bat symbol on the suit. I had to resize the image to be smaller so the quality is so ahh 💔

GIRLLLL YOU ATE WITH THIS OMG AHHHH ITS SOO GOOD

(also LMAO no wonder batsis from your other art was looking kinda like mikasa 😭)

[lovelyjuju]

juju x nicho’s bsf is so 🤭🤭🤭 BUT YK WHAT I DREAMT ABOUT?? juju finding your secret tumblr of him 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨

that'd be my worst fear LMAO

he'd see it from a message popping up on your phone when you're away, maybe showering or just out of the room for whichever reason. and he swears he doesn't want to snoop around, but he's never seen the tumblr app on your phone before.

so when he looks at your phone a little longer in confusion, face id automatically unlocks it and the notification includes not only the words "user xy liked your post" but also his name, he pulls his eyebrows together a little tighter.

checking the door to make sure you're not coming back yet, he quickly taps on the notification. the initial discovery has him confused at first, not fully making sense to him, but once he scrolls through your blog and sees that it's basically just you simping, he'd probably go through as many posts as he can manage before you come back. trying to hide his smug grin, he tosses the phone back to where he remembers you leaving it and tries his best to act normal (but failing miserably). when you look at him in confusion, asking a half-shy "what?", he just goes "nothing, nothing," although his face tells the complete opposite.

if he saw you reblogging a short soft thought or something, bonus points if it's something he's never done before, he'd copy the action just to see your cheeks flush. and when you ask him what he's doing, he just replies "i thought that's what you wanted? 'when will this be me'? rings a bell?"

you open your mouth but before you can reply, he chuckles softly and beats you to it, "why read stuff online when you have the original? you know, if you wanted something, all you had to do was ask."

[fromdove]

› BEHIND THE WINGS ; A GIRL NAMED DOVE ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

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— 𝓔very 𝓣ime 𝓘 𝓞verthink, 𝓐 𝓟oet 𝓖ains 𝓗er 𝓦ings

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the dove & the sea 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

dove of mine,

hi again. hi. hello. bonjour. salutations. or if it's the first time... then oh, you found me. congrats, detective. i’m probably doing something painfully mundane right now — staring at a wall, overthinking the concept of ... everything — but for your imagination’s sake, let’s say i’m sipping tea and reading sylvia plath’s collected works while pretending not to spiral. (sylvia & me are spiritually linked. i would slap & scold her for half her shit and then sob into her shoulder. duality.)

i’m 15. i go by dove — soft by design, featherlight. i liked the idea of being called something gentle. the world’s too loud and too much. i just wanted to be something calm and still. something that doesn’t take up space unless it’s invited to.

but if we’re already trauma‑bonded… if we’ve had breakdowns at 2am in the same digital trenches… if you’ve seen me type with shaking hands or confess things i should’ve journaled… then you can call me dovie, or angel, or aveliraix (yes that’s the birth name), or aveli, or or or whatever falls sweet off your tongue. but lets be honest even if we havent, i wouldnt mind the nicknames... wink wink

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somewhere, dove awaits,

i shift. i believe in the law of assumption, i dabble in a bit of non-duality and in the strange, terrifying beauty of quantum mechanics. i believe that reality is bendable, that thought can make matter, that self is a word with loose borders. not because i want to sound profound ! im not. i dont have the answers to the universe. im not here to convince you i do.

this isn’t a gimmick. it’s just part of who i am and what i believe. i’m always happy to talk about it — curiously, honestly, even imperfectly — but not with people who treat open minds like something embarrassing. i’m not here to argue with someone who’s already decided i’m ridiculous. i’m not going to hand over my experiences for dissection. if that’s what you’re looking for, you won’t find it here. i don’t owe clarity to close‑minded people

but if you’re if you’re curious, if some part of you wants to listen — then pull up a chair

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in dove's handwriting,

i’ve loved books and pencils and the smell of stationery since before i could afford any of it. i know what it felt like to trace the edge of a gel pen cap. to read a library book with cracked spines.

drawing, writing — i’m not the best. but i don’t care. i’ve lived through enough kitchen-floor lectures from my mother about pencil shavings and snapped pencils to have earned the right to say i love it anyway.

i love the scratch of pen on paper. the way a blank page looks. the tiny ceremony of picking which notebook deserves the next thought.

if you handed me a pack of color pencils or a set of new fineliners, i’d probably cry. because it reminds me of being 7 and building entire worlds out of dollar-store ballpoints.

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where dove flew,

i was born in syria (on a farm in a small village), then lived in lebanon for a bit, and moved to australia when i was four. those places never really left me. syria and lebanon still live in me, so do the sound of family voices in the distance. family. grief. the corner stores. the stories told through cracked phone calls and old photos.

ethnically, i’m half armenian and half assyrian, but i usually just say armenian because it’s simpler. i don’t speak armenian, wish i did! but i do speak english, arabic and one dialect of aramaic (not that good at aramaic though!)

and oh, olive oil. middle eastern olive oil has me every time. i used to just drink it straight, slurping that thick, peppery gold. nothing else tastes like home quite like that <33 oh how i love and miss my middle eastern home

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miss dove (if you're nasty),

special dedication to my first ever teacher (and my english teacher) . . .

there’s a teacher who’s always in my heart. when i first came to australia and started school at five, i didn’t speak a lick of english, but she was so sweet, so patient. i cried after that first day because i missed her, already grown attached. she brought me books, color pencils, markers, stamps, stickers — little treasures that made this strange new country feel like home.

i love her. she was the only teacher who really got me. she’s still with me, always in my mind. and then there was the redheaded angel of a teacher who would come into the class of 5 year old me and pull me aside to teach me english. also patient and kind, opening doors to words i didn’t yet know how to say <33

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signed: dove , , , xoxo

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[baekhyunsbestie]

kept thinking about it, and I feel like you'd be the PERFECT person to hear me out and give your opinion since I love you

what size do you think each member has like what do you think it's their juicy details, yk?? I feel like jm would be thick like bh and like sh would be the longest... ANYWAYS let me know!!!

omg cammy we r always on the same FREAKuency, i love it so much.....i love u so much.....

also, listen......i know all of the exos are naked mole rats and we r all sad abt that but we're just gonna pretend some of them aren't in this one, k????????? k <3

⟢ jongin

a masterpiece of a dick. it’s so ridiculously pretty—almost unfair, really. long and lean, wit that perfect balance between elegance and functionality. it’s slender, sleek even, yet manages to hit every spot like it was designed with you in mind. not too veiny, but with a subtle curve to the left that only adds to its charm.

sensitive? oh, absolutely. the kind of sensitive that makes him gasp the moment he’s inside you, your walls snug around his tip, already pushing him to the edge. and the way you tease him—sucking him all sloppily, then blowing cool air over his length—he shivers so hard it’s mesmerizing. it’s the kind of reaction that feeds your ego and makes you want to do it all over again.

always clean shaven, no exceptions. whether he’s single or with someone, he keeps it fresh—not just for himself but for you. he’s thoughtful like that, especially knowing how much he loves deep throating and wanting to make it as comfortable as possible for you.

jongin, the man, the myth, the considerate legend. get yourself a man like that <3333

⟢ chanyeol

huge—broad and substantial, its thickness undeniable. the tip flushes into a deep, dark red when he's hard. he loves prepping himself for you, gripping your head, guiding you to coat him in your spit, leaving his shaft glistening and ready. and honestly? it’s a sight. his dick, not overly veiny but marked by one or two prominent lines, manages to look both imposing and gorgeous. he’s not clean shaven—he’d do it if you asked, but his love for teasing means he’ll play coy just to hear you threaten him with something like, “no sex!” like the true fucking freak who lives for your reactions.

and the weight of it, god. hefty and swinging freely, that print in them sweat pants always gets you weak off in your kneeeeees. 1000% a freeballer when he's home. partly for comfort, mostly to tease you.

yeolie, please...... just gimme one chance. that's all i ask 🙏

⟢ sehun

AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! monster cock!!!! it’s gotta be like 8 inches—please. just look at him. doesn’t he scream 8 fucking inches? tell me he doesn’t. is that even realistic?? who cares???? not me. yeah, he’s eight inches. longer than it is thick, though, but trust—you’ll feel him in your guts. a perfect pink tip, curving slightly to the right, always ready to ruin you. but he’s considerate, always preps you first, because seriously, how the hell are you supposed to take all of him when you're drier than the sahara desert? exactlyyyyy. he gets it.

he never shaves—ever. occasionally trims if he’s in a generous mood. and that happy trail? immaculate, leading straight down to temptation. his dick is a work of art, especially when it’s wet and glossy, catching the light just right. loves pressing down on your tummy when he's deep in it <333

⟢ kyungsoo

a fat cock. it’s not the longest but the sheer girth? devastating. he has to prep you forever before you can even think about taking him, stretching you inch by inch until you're trembling from the effort. it’s veiny, a roadmap of need, with a slight curve to the right that finds places inside you that make you gasp.

it’s thick, so impossibly heavy in your hand, and the weight of it feels so satisfying when you stroke him. inside you? holy shit. it fills you to the brim, every thrust leaving your mind blank and body trembling. he used to let it grow wild, but after getting a partner, he started trimming. oh, and that happy trail? lethal. it’s perfectly soft, teasing its way down from his stomach, and when it peeks from under his shirt? game over.

it took him a while to learn how to use his dick—so thick, so unrelenting—but even when he loses himself and fucks into you with such finesse, you’re left a wreck. and then there’s the way he cums. it’s unreal, an overwhelming amount that leaves you dripping, his cock glossy and messy in the best way possible. loves to cum in you obvi, but that pretty toothy smile you flash up at him when he finishes painting your face, has him cumming again almost instantly—this time on your tongue.

"you look so fucking pretty covered in my cum, doll." <333333

⟢ junmyeon

another unfairly pretty dick—like, genuinely stunning. the kind that makes you gasp the second his pants slide down, because wtf, how can it look that good? pale skin, a light pink head flushed and glistening with precum like it was made to be touched. thick and veiny. curving slightly to the right in a way that feels like it was crafted for perfection.

he’s not overly thick, not overly long—he’s just perfectly balanced, like the universe designed him for this. and oh, he knows how to use it. every thrust, every angle feels intentional, almost calculated to hit you exactly where you need him. clean shaven, of course, because he’s nothing if not meticulous.

but the control? that’s the fucking kicker right there. his restraint is insane, always riding the edge, his tip darkening to a deep, desperate flush, trembling for release. but it’s all for you, baby. every second of that teetering need is yours to take, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

⟢ baekhyun

he’s the epitome of 5.2 inches of pure audacity, strutting around with the misplaced confidence as if he was a solid 10. but, credit where credit’s due—he knows how to wield it. the soft pink head gleams against the rest of him, perfectly straight with no curve, slapping up against his stomach like it owns the place. he was clean shaven when you first started hooking up because some girl he used to obsess over apparently preferred it that way. but was she not a certified freak like you were???? cus when he lets a little scruff grow in, and he’s buried deep, deep, deeeeeep, that coarse bush of his brushing against your throbbing clit? a whole new level of divine. it’s so unfair.

his dick is pretty—annoyingly so. thick, with just the right amount of girth to make you wonder where the hell he's been all your life. deliciously veiny, but not overdone. and the precum? god, it’s like a faucet when he’s turned on. it’s impossible not to notice. like okay!!!!!!! we get it, baek!! are you cumming already or just showing off???

and don’t even get me started on the way he flexes it. just because he can. makes it twitch inside you like some kind of party trick like the clown he fucking is. all while your eyes brim with actual tears because you’re desperate, begging for him to just fucking MOVE ALREADY!!!!

"you look soooo pretty when you're like this, ya know???… huh??? did i already...cum????? ......well when you sound just like a fucking angel, begging for me, it's kinda hard not to."

⟢ minseok

he is—my god, i don’t even know where to begin??? good luck surviving this, seriously. he’s so thick, so veiny, you feel every ridge, every fucking pulse when he’s inside you, like he’s built to wreck you in the best way. doesn’t shave, and honestly???? he prefers it if you don’t either. a real man. he won’t stop you if you do, but don’t expect him to follow suit.

the audacity of this man—he’ll make you take him in your throat, hands tangling in your hair as he pushes your head down, guiding you exactly where he wants you. when he cums, it’s overwhelming, almost frightening in volume, leaving you breathless and dripping.

kim minseok, the poster boy for breeder balls, no question.

⟢ yixing

big, fat, and impossibly long—every inch of him feels designed to ruin you. and god, does he use every single bit to its full potential. the flushed tip darkens to a furious red when he’s properly worked up, and the way he moves has you feeling him everywhere, deep in your core, like he’s rearranging parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. it’s heavy, thick, and stretches you open in ways that leave you gasping.

he’s not completely clean shaven, but it’s perfectly kept, just enough to remind you he’s all man without being distracting. he loves watching you lose yourself, especially when you cream around him, leaving a glistening ring of your release wrapped snug around the base of his cock—a sight that makes his lips curl in satisfaction as he buries himself deeper and deeper.

and when he cums? it’s so much, thick and hot, filling you to the brim until you feel like you can’t take another drop, though he always pushes you to. you don’t just feel him; you’re consumed by him. it’s fucking overwhelming, every moment stretching past your limits until the pleasure spills over in tears you can’t hold back.

you can’t fuck zhang yixing and not cry.

"that's right, my pretty angel, i know you can take it all. that's it. there you go. take every last drop, it's all yours, love."

a/n: PHHEEEWWWW!!!!!! i need to lie down and close my eyes after this one, holy shit. anyways, thanks for coming to my ted talk!!!!! the end.

[hynzsn]

Can I just say that I want anton to destroy me ☹️? Or is that too much ? But I want to pound town with him and never ever return!

noo!! speak your truth omg >.< and he’s getting so big too like?!? need him to be my muscle daddy 🤭

like imagine his arm around your neck is a gesture of dominance and protection, a way to maintain close physical contact, ensuring that you can feel his presence and strength with every thrust. his grip firm yet tender whilst he’s pounding into you from behind. the position allowing him to penetrate you deeply, hitting all the right spots to maximize your pleasure. your legs trembling and shaking, the sound of him pounding into you filling the room, skin slapping against skin, your whimpers and moans growing louder…

yeah i need all that 😔

[fraternum-momentum]

[ssweetleaf]

god i NEED more mean!king steve i need him biblically god like the idea of him calling so hard and desperate and also maybe a little genuinely scared that this time you’ll turn him down, unaware that you’ve been the subject of his dirtiest fantasies since the first time only for you to go straight back to him every time he asks (i love ur writing <333 if you do emojis am i able to be either 🪩 or 🫧)

meowwwww

he’d try to be so blasé about it too. hoping you don’t notice when he stares at you in the hallways, sighing prettily when he’d watch how your hips swayed whilst you mindlessly chatted to your friends.

i think he’d subtly try to defend you if tommy or carol was talking shit—

“knock it off, guys,” he’d say, trying to keep his expression neutral and slightly bored, hoping they couldn’t hear the way his heart thumped and clenched at the sight of you.

“why, is she your girlfriend or somethin’, harrington?”

and he’d blush so red, flushing to the tips of his ears at the mere thought of being your boyfriend, not having to worry about any of his asshole friends and what they’d think.

“pfft, you really think i’d stoop that low?”

and you’d definitely hear it at the wrong moment, only tuning in on the bad parts and completely oblivious to his longing and how utterly hard he was underneath his jeans.

—

of course bby 🪩, give me moreeee thots

[haruniki]

i would like more venture content if u would 🤲 anything would be okay, a drabble? sure, headcanons? also sure. i will consume whatever u give me pretty please

a/n: spent longer on this than i would like to admit so sorry for the lateness of this ask hehe includes general headcanons and some dating/romance ones. These are in no order and are very much random! All hcs are just ones that i thought of on the spot and went yeah this is them. this might get updates to it and i'll try to make an announcement of some kind if/when i do cw: none, maybe ooc?, not proofread!

General Headcanons:

I think a very common head canon everyone has for Venture is that they're autistic and have ADHD and I very much agree with that notion

once tried to smoke a cigarette only to choke and cough after taking one puff of it, refuses to ever try a vape or cigarette after that

was not popular in high school. Venture was a part of the 'weird kids' but was friends with a few of the more 'popular'(the students that were in AP classes and most people knew vaguely of)

was one of the students who came to school in an inflatable dinosaur costume for Halloween

had an emo/skater phase! Venture's grandmother still has pictures of their phase and shows them to Venture like 'remember when...' Venture definitely has a look of absolute terror on their face every time it happens.

Doesn't mind their name Sloan but I definitely feel they prefer being called Venture more (more on this in the romance section)

Really good with makeup. like Venture is so good with makeup that it's a little alarming

with the makeup hc in mind, Venture was an art kid in middle school who would draw characters from musicals

Piercings, so many piercings. Venture loves getting piercings! Their ears have a few and they definitely plan on getting more!

Rocks aren't the only thing they are obsessed with. Fugglers are also an obsession of theirs!

they don't collect them heavily but won't pass up the opportunity to get one or two if they happen to see them in store. Venture just can't help but think their cute and silly looking!

Also in case it wasn't already obvious; Venture is a big history buff! Has multiple history books and history related merch/memorabilia around their home/room.

Will not get that damn tooth fixed "If it ain't baroque, don't fix it!" "But it is broke..?" "Not that broken!"

doesn't have their driver's licenses, the most they have is a learners' permit

goes to the gym but it's very infrequent visits and sometimes they forget they have a gym membership in general

Firm believer of top surgery scars Venture

Romance Headcanons:

THE BIGGEST BRIGHTEST GREEN FLAG TO EVER GREEN FLAG

Sends you the coolest photos ever after they climb/hike in different places. It's always captioned with 'wish you were here'

Let's you paint their nails to match yours and while they forget to let it dry before doing something, they still get all giddy when someone points it out or just when they look down at their hands

Both their lockscreen and wallpaper are some kind of photo of you with an edit of a rock/crystal that reminds them of you on the photo in some way

Cuddle bug x1000 and not picky on big spoon or little spoon

If you're lying on the couch, Venture is joining you and flopping right on top of you

Best of luck trying to get them off of you, their kind of like a cat. Once they're on you, best not to move for a bit.

Biggest cheerleader for you! If you play a sport or maybe you're just trying on a new outfit, Venture is cheering you on and being your biggest fan

Venture has bought a shirt with you on it that has the saying 'I love my hot girlfriend/partner', wears it to sleep and wears it on Valentines' Day

Loves dancing with you in the kitchen while cooking or cleaning

Circling back to the name thing, Venture doesn't mind being called Sloan by you or close family members. They will ask that in more public spaces that you use Venture

Pet names aren't serious and are usually whatever sounds more funny in the moment, but Venture does use babe a bit frequently

Kisses are always quick and plentiful. Running out to get groceries? Venture is trailing after you and quickly peppering kisses to your face as you walk out the door.

If you go shopping together, Venture is more than happy to carry the bags. Definitely not because they want to show how strong they are to you.

Asks questions like would you still love me if i was a sedimentary rock or something similar to that

Can't sleep without feeling that your next to them, like you both have to at least be touching hands or something in order for them to be able to sleep properly.

[holeforzenin]

NESSAAAAAA, where are the updates abt u and ur best friend ?!!!???!??👀😼 tell ussssssss

pretty please 🥺

HELLLO HIIIII SOO FRIDAY WE ACTUALLY WENT TO SEE THE MINECRAFT MOVIE and even though I was excited for it, I didn’t really grew up with Minecraft bc my childhood was in a different country so I’m not really an OG but my best friend is and he was so happy and excited to watch it and yall I was so happy I was admiring him and smiling the whole time while he was pointing out everything he recognized from the movie like it was so cute :(((

And about updates on our relationship, we’re still best friends!! And IKK THATS LIKE SUPER DISAPPOINTING BC WE CONFESSED TO EACH OTHER AND EVRRYTHING but there’s so much going on rn bc he’s been having to go out of state recently for firefighting stuff and we’ve just been busy but yall he’s so perfect like he’s the type of guy who’s that afraid to show certain sides of him like yk the vulnerable side?? And I love that so much like he’s so childish yet manly and masculine at the same time like he’s over here showing screenshots of the good Pokémon cards he got from the game and he loves building stuff for me on Minecraft like he’s tells me to send him what I want him to build and he builds it for me and he gets so excited to show me and then he’s also so manly like he’s so big and SOOO mature when it’s necessary, the only downside is that he laughed at me when I tripped and fell two days ago😔😔 BUT THATS ALL THE UODATE FOR RN

AND BTW LOOK WAGT HE BUILT MEEEE

[kxsagi]

Super funny how ness, despite bleeding from kaiser's thorn, still hold on to him

OMG YEAH WAIT I HAVE SMTH TO SAY ABOUT THIS

i genuinely believe that ness is kaiser's light and savior. he's trying to bring kaiser's humanity back and make him realize that at the end of the day, he's just a person. he's more than a teammate, rival, new gen 11 soccer player, and kid with an abusive childhood.

i LOVE ness's character for this he's a true bro