#the boyz new drabbles

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# UR SUCH AN EMO! ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

— choi chanhee x gn!reader

₊⊹⁀➴ description: the popular kid meets his unconventional match in one of the school’s most hated emo’s. from lab partners to cleaning buddies: the events that caused social royalty to fall in love with someone from the very bottom of the high school food chain. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers.

₊⊹⁀➴ word count: 4.1k+

₊⊹⁀➴ a/n: happy belated birthday @sanaxo-o , ily a lot, hope you enjoy this little piece i put together 4 u 🫶 it’s been in the works for a while but i really wanted to complete it for you. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ warnings: mentions of bullying, frequent arguing.

The sound of crashing drums and noisy guitar riffs leaked from your headphones, lazily dragging your shoes across the pavement as you were unwillingly met with the gates of the hell that was school. As usual, the halls were like the inside of a incredibly overpopulated zoo, with heads being met with the sides of lockers and the boisterous roars of students celebrating the beginning of the last semester of senior year.

You couldn’t be more excited to finish school, considering school simply wasn’t the safest place for anyone with alternative taste in anything. You clumsily made your way to your locker, abruptly pausing the music in your headphones before placing them on the shelf and shutting it with a slam.

“Someone’s not happy.” You sighed at the voice beside you, a familiar voice that has haunted your nightmares since you were at least 14 years old. “If you wear anymore eyeliner, you’re gonna start looking like your cosplaying a panda.”

“Good one.” One of other boys perked up, cheering on the other with a pitiful snicker sucking up to him like a little minion in goggles and dungarees ready to steal the moon.

Sunwoo definitely wasn’t the nicest guy to be around in high school, it certainly didn’t help that your locker was conveniently placed next to his so you got the divine pleasure of seeing him everyday. It also didn’t help that his group of minions congregated around that space 24/7 during every break like they had nowhere else to be.

However, he wasn’t the worst of the bunch. If anything it was a boy called Chanhee, he always had something to say, in fact too many things. “Your headphones are making my ears bleed.” , “Try not to wear black challenge!” , or just simple things sometimes like “I HATE your shoes.” You couldn’t deny you brought that upon yourself after one time you’d made fun of the fact he’d worn a beret to school, yeah the entire, “dAd yOu CaNt dO tHiS i WaNna gO tO fAsHioN sChoOl” comment you’d made didn’t sit well with him.

He stood towards the back of the small circle, him, Sunwoo and Changmin were the only ones that had arrived on time surprisingly, as some of that group seemed to only turn up half way through the day when they felt like it. The others weren’t as bad either, Hyunjae was a nice guy and so was Haknyeon, the rest you hadn’t had too much interaction with, thankfully.

Breezing past them with a sigh, you threw your bag over your shoulder and decided it’s best to ignore them rather than make any attempt to clap back. Besides how could you waste anytime when you had the extremely fun class that was chemistry to rush to?

“Okay class, welcome. Take your seats.” Your chemistry teacher welcomed you in with a jovial smile, his combover gelled so stiffly it would survive a hurricane intact. "We're jumping straight into some lab work today, I've assigned you partners based on ability."

The entire class let out a unanimous groan at the thought of set partners, the excited glances made by bestfriends across the room being replaced with long frowns. However, for you, this was simply the best case scenario since you didn’t have any friends in this class. At least that’s what you thought until the teacher spoke some unfathomable words that sent you spiralling as soon as they fell from his tongue.

“Y/n, you’re with Chanhee on this bay.” He called from the second row, you glanced over at Chanhee who rolled his eyes with a groan grabbing his bag and grumpily shoving it down next to his stool.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not happy either.” You laughed sarcastically, sitting beside him as he rested his head on the desk in frustration.

The teacher went on to explain the test you’d be carrying out, different chemicals reactivity in water, recording the results and comparing the differences. It was pretty simple, since it’s was just a warm up to ease the class into the semester. Hopefully the time would pass fairly quickly so you wouldn’t have to sit next to mr. miserable for much longer.

“Are you just going to sit there or help?” You sighed, watching the boy sit up with sleepy eyes peaking through the strands of his dyed blonde hair. You passed him a pair of protective goggles, dropping them in front of him as he jolted awake.

“Sorry, I fell asleep you’re that boring.” He replied satirically placing his glasses on. He sported a false smile gleaming off his white teeth, his eyes creasing and smile lines faintly showing at each peak of his lips.

“Charming.” You raised your eyebrows momentarily, filling the plastic basin with water and placing it on the table in front of you. You took turns dropping chemicals into the water watching the the chemicals fizz or even catch light at times. Recording the sound and visual on paper as well as the time taken for it to stop.

“So why do you hate me so much?” You asked the boy curiously, crossing your arms as you watched him scribble down some more notes in his workbook.

“I don’t?” He laughed slightly, shaking his head, his golden earrings dazzling under the light. “I’m more annoyed I have to work with you, because to him, hopefully I can get your grades up.”

“So you’re crying because you think you’re doing charity work? Get over yourself.” You snickered, not breaking eye contact as he stared you down with an intense glare, his pupils darkened in silent rage.

“Maybe you should get over yourself, huh? You ever thought about that, don’t talk to me on your high horse when you had no reason to make fun of me for what I wear in the first place.” Chanhee spat, thankfully the ringing of the school bell paused the argument, diffusing the tension in the air.

The class was dismissed, and in your next few classes you couldn’t stop thinking about what you would have said back to him in that conversation. Perhaps something along the lines of “Isn’t that what you and your group have done to me everyday for the past 5 years?” If the bell hadn’t rang there would have probably been some sort of cat fight break out.

Soon it was lunch, and as you were sitting with your friends on your own table you felt an intense stare across the room. You looked up inquisitively at the feeling of eyes on you, spotting the same group of boys Sunwoo, Chanhee and the others you like to call the minions ( come on they literally have one called Kevin ) staring at you like hawks. You rolled your eyes and continued talking with your friends, eyes occasionally wandering to the other side of the room. You needed another drink, squashing your empty carton of apple juice and throwing it into the trash can nearby —landing a pretty cool trick shot.

“He’s not very happy with you.” A polite voice chimed from in front of you in the line of the canteen, “Said you got in a bit of an argument.”

You turned to see Haknyeon, nibbling on cherry tomatoes from a plastic packet like a small mouse, whilst heartily filling up his lunch tray and sliding it across the surface.

“I can tell that, the minions seem to have a bit of a staring problem.” You chuckled looking over the group where they were trying to land food into each others mouths from large distances, yelling boyishly when Juyeon caught a grape from across the cafeteria.

“He’ll get over it.” Haknyeon shrugged, as he got to the front of the line ready to pay for his food. He held out the plastic packet of tomatoes he was snacking on and offered. “Tomato?”

“No thanks, I hate them.” You laughed slightly, listening to the beep as his card was accepted on the lunch reader.

“More for me then.” He shrugged, stuffing his face with another before flashing the brightest and cutest smile you’d ever seen. You paid for your drink, sitting back at the table with a sigh, glancing back over at Chanhee as he smiled and laughed along with the other boys in glee.

Next period after Lunch was English, the sound of the teacher reciting quotes from The Great Gatsby singing you to sleep like a lullaby. It also didn’t help in front of you, Chanhee and Hyunjae were sat working away taking notes. After the argument you’d had this morning with him, the presence of Chanhee couldn’t put you anymore on edge.

“Hey y/n… y/n? Wake up.” Hyunjae flung a pencil towards your head, abruptly causing you to sit up straight at your desk eyes sensitive to the bright lights around you.

“What?” You rubbed the top if your head where he’d hit and groaned in annoyance. “I was getting a good amount of sleep there.”

“I’m having a party on Friday, you wanna come?” He asked, with bright eyes and a grin of genuine interest spreading across his face.

“You know, I always say no.” You replied with a sarcastic jingle, situating your head back on your desk and yawning tiredly.

“That is not happening. Even if you say yes there is no way I’m letting you come.” Chanhee chimed in with a shocked gasp, laughing to shake off the thought of you being at one of Hyunjae’s events.

“Can’t you just be nice? Y/n’s my friend and actually is pretty damn cool if you get to know-” Hyunjae laughed, thinking the other boy couldn’t be serious but was sharply cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“Are you even my friend?” Chanhee scoffed, immediately going back to his work and not making eye contact with him. Hyunjae shrugged at you, offering a sympathetic smile and going back to his own work.

You didn’t pay anymore attention to the pair of them, your head reintroducing itself back to the table planning to nap the rest of the lesson away.

“Jesus wake up.” You felt a push at your arm, “You can’t interrupt my sleep and then start snoozing behind me.”

You looked up at Chanhee in annoyance, raising an eyebrow whilst observing the disgusted look on his face. You smiled, taking a breath, choosing your words carefully before speaking to the brown eyed boy.

“Will you do us both a favor? And stop speaking to me?” You spoke calmly with a false sweetness loading each word like a bitter bullet, watching as his eyes rolled to the top of their sockets and back.

“That’s enough! Y/n and Chanhee! Both of you out of the classroom.” The teacher demanded, fed up of the disruption from the corner of the classroom. You both got up, more than annoyed leaving the classroom door with a slam.

“You’re so dead for this.” Chanhee glared at you in annoyance his palm resting against his forehead as he tried to destress.

“Deserved. If you kept your mouth shut we wouldn’t be here, would we?” You smiled as he sighed, it was quite funny watching him being kicked out of class for the first time — a place you’d been so many times before, but for him it was more than ego crushing.

“What brings you both out in to the corridors?” The sound of heels clicking down the corridor, has both your heads turning towards the principal with a sigh. “Kicked out of class.”

“Not intentionally.” You groaned, hating having to encounter the woman considering she had her eyes on you 24/7 for sleeping through classes and not doing any homework contributing to your grade.

“Y/n, you can’t be pulling down the reputation of some of our best students like Mr. Choi here. Seeing as the both of you aren’t in lesson, the music store room actually needs cleaning and it would be amazing if you could help.” She smiled, passive aggressively clasping her hands together like a fly.

You’ve got to be kidding me, was the only coherent thought to pass your brain, it was only the first day back and you’d already gotten yourself into so much in just a few hours. She brought you to the storage room, where there was clutter everywhere, cardboard boxes, trash, old instruments just scattered over the unseeable floor.

“It might take a few days, so I’ll make sure you both commit to this for at least an hour each day until it’s clean. No free periods after lunch, got it?” She cocked an eyebrow at the two of you, pulling the dusty chain for the dim light bulb that barely lit the room.

“Yes Ms.” You both replied unenthusiastically, beginning to move boxes to make some walking room amongst all the chaos in the room.

“I could really use a coffee right now.” You groaned as the door slammed shut behind her with a deafening screech, the both of you covering your mouths with your forearms due to all the dust.

“You’ve just slept like a sloth for an hour and you need coffee? Pfft.” Chanhee scoffed, adding on a cough at the end blowing the dust out of his face with a look of disgust painted all over his face. “I can’t believe you got me into this.”

“You got yourself into this because you can’t keep yourself quiet, you’re just always dying to say something negative to me.” You put down the box you were carrying into a pile in the corner, the fragile cardboard wearing thin.

“Only because you for, some reason, think it’s okay to be mean to me too!” He snapped back once again referencing the time you’d made fun of his outfit one day, pulling his red sweater over his palms as he lifted another box.

“I was actually gonna say earlier, don’t you think I hear the same thing everyday from your gang of guys? Do you think that one time I made fun of you outweighs the last 5 years of you making them at me?” You turned around, tears welling in your eyes as you spat your words of frustration out in to the air. A moment of silence lingering, the tension in the air so cuttable and cold it felt like shards of ice hitting your skin, the nerves and adrenaline painting a pink color your in your cheeks.

“Just because they made fun of you, or even just Sunwoo, does not mean for even one minute I thought that about you too.” He softened his voice having seen you get so vulnerable on the topic. “Plus you give Hyunjae a pass, why did you go for me? Why did you make fun of me? I still get slander for the way I dress and act to from them-”

“I could ask you why they get a pass? If they’re so mean to you and you don’t think they should be mean to me, then why are you even friends with them?” You laughed in frustration at the boy justifying years of torment to not only you but himself, it simply made no sense.

“Because I don’t know anything else? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He threw up his arms in frustration watching as your lips sealed in silence. “Or the real answer, because I’m too scared to say I got hurt by it? I don’t want to seem fragile or like I can’t take a joke. I’ve known them since when we were kids, they’re still my friends, my day 1’s. That’s the truth.”

Seemingly emotional, he turned around to the wall slightly frustrated he’d let his guard down, however also perhaps in a state of processing the reality of his own actions and feelings. As if he’d had some sort of emotional awakening, as if the cogs finally started turning on why he was so hurt by what you’d said to him. He was hurt by you, because he’d already had his confidence worn down by the same people affecting you.

The both of you began unboxing the items in the storage room in complete silence, not uttering a single word other than a few coughs or mumbles about how much dust was in the room. You began opening a rather dusty box, a large rectangular one attached to a smaller chunkier box. You opened it and let out a quiet “cool” as you found a brand new electric guitar attached to an unopened amp.

“Do we have a power outlet in here?” You turned to Chanhee with an excited smile, he didn’t look up at you but just pointed to a old looking socket on the wall. You plugged in the amp, attaching the connecting wire to the guitar and played a slightly off key chord due to the guitar being untuned.

“Oh my goodness, that’s so loud stop.” Chanhee laughed slightly, a giggle from pure joy, not a sarcastic or mean one, a genuine chuckle. “We don’t have time for this.”

All of a sudden he returned to seriousness, the laughter pausing as quietly you put down the guitar neatly in the corner of the room and unplugged the amp. Clearly it was impossible to clear the air or bitterness with this guy, you may as well give up trying to reconcile at this point.

“I see how it is.” You sighed, lazily continuing the move the plethora of boxes around the room to try at least uncover the floor of the storage room by the end of hour.

Around 10 or so minutes later the bell rang, signalling the end of the day and soon the hallway outside was filled with muffled laughter trapping you both in the musty room until the storm passed. He didn’t say anything to you, asides from slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving, it felt as if the conversation earlier seemingly had no effect on his feelings of hatred towards you.

Since it was the end of the day, you went to retrieve your headphones from your locker opening it up to a note that read:

“Ur Such An Emo!”

“Real original, ur so funny!” You uttered, crumpling the paper in your fist and letting out a deep sigh before putting your headphones around your neck.

“Didn’t like my note?” Sunwoo asked leaning against his locker with a cocked brow and his arms folded across his black wash denim jacket.

“Not really. I almost forgot how unfunny you were for a second though.” You sighed closing your locker door, only to have your arm gently grabbed back.

“I’m only joking, you do know that, don’t you?” He asked, his condescending smirk saying much otherwise. Despite it being ‘not that deep’ to him of course it was frustrating being the butt of the joke everyday for you.

“Sunwoo shutup for one minute, will you?” Chanhee approached him, pulling his gentle hand from your arm and turning back away from you coldly.

Almost shocked for words, you stood there for a moment before quickly rushing away from the scene down the hallway. Chanhee? Chanhee Choi? Defending you? Perhaps the conversation did have some impact on the way he thought of Sunwoo and his minion clan.

“So about that party, Friday night.” The cheery voice of Hyunjae beside you forced you to take off your headphones on your way out of the gates. “Are you coming?”

“Maybe.” You sighed, clutching your bag on your shoulder with a delayed and airy chuckle.

“That always means no, doesn’t it?” He laughed in response, trying to make eye contact as you only kept your eyes on the pavement ahead.

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, briefly nodding a goodbye to the boy before parting your ways to walk home. The trees hung over the sunny sky in September, leaves drooping, getting ready to decay orange and make the departure from their branches. Birds flying over the neighborhood in crowds, humming the scene a soundtrack as you stepped through your front door home. Crashing into your bed, you huffed wondering why Chanhee had defended you yet still acted as if he hated your guts.

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Friday soon stumbled upon you, the rest of the week hadn’t been particularly interesting, however Chanhee hadn’t spoken to you since Monday. Everyday the hour at the end of the day that you’d both designated to cleaning the music store room, he remained silent not speaking a word to you everyday, ignoring your questions, jokes and thoughts - only speaking when necessary with the odd “excuse me.” or sometimes even a brief “pass that over.”

Today wasn’t any exception, he strolled in on the last hour without any polite “hello”s or quite frankly any acknowledgment of your presence in the room at all. You’d had enough of trying to entertain yourself with your own thoughts and turned around to the boy with a quick snap. He’d chosen to wear a more toned down outfit than usual that day, straight fitted black jeans with a loose tucked in black t-shirt. In his ears he’d opted for small silver hoops which complimented the thin silver chain around his neck.

“I can’t take it anymore, why’ve you been ignoring me all week?” You huffed out, watching as the boy did nothing but shrug in the most annoying and frustrating fashion. “You don’t know, really? It’s killing me, did I do something to upset you? It can’t be nothing.”

“I’m not sure why I’m ignoring you, I’m actually not.” He sighed, carrying himself within a register that translated words of genuine truth. He finished packing one of the last boxes, placing his palms on the top and beginning to stare into nothing but space.

“Then can you stop?” You laughed walking through to the thin aisle of shelves where you’d been placing organised boxes for the past week. You gently put your last box down, turning and accidentally bumping into Chanhee as you hadn’t noticed he’d moved from his original spot to move his own box.

You caught eye contact with him, forgetting to apologise for bumping into him instead you were lost for words. As you looked into his hazel brown eyes, you couldn’t seem to catch a single coherent thought other than how unreal he looked in the warm lighting above him.

“Can you not? I just nearly dropped my shit.” He rolled his eyes and huffed a huge sigh of frustration forcefully breaking his eye contact with you.

“Jeez I’m sorry, didn’t see you there.” You groaned, returning the eye roll, annoyed he’d began picking arguments with his unpredictable attitude once again.

“If you’re going to apologise try not being rude about it.” He clapped back, you immediately whipped your head back around, slowly walking back up to him and shaking your head in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t you be the one apologising? Didn’t you start the argume-” You began, before you were unexpectedly cut off by him passionately smashing his lips against yours, his hands cupping either side of your face. You couldn’t help but immediately reciprocate the kiss, the shock fading away almost instantly. You pulled away looking at him with a bewildered expression painted across your face, not expecting him to even have that kind of action programmed into his perfect little system.

“Uh, Why? I thought I was ‘such an emo’.” You asked, not being able to contain your laughter as he mirrored your chuckles, a smile plastered on his face as he locked eyes with the ground.

“Well first of all, never tell anyone what I’m about to say or you’re actually dead.” He looked up at you with a pair of sparkly eyes, “I like you? Even though you’re such an emo. I guess.. I have for a while, I always thought your style was really cool and I’m sorry I made fun of you.. I don��t really know why I did it.”

“You’re so awkward quit being so nervous about it.” You laughed as he chewed on his lip trying to hide the nervous grin creeping up. “I guess there’s always second chances, apology accepted.” You teased him, placing a boop on his nose with your finger.

“Thanks.” He spoke softly, his cheeks turning bright pink as you placed a kiss on one side of his face to reassure him. “Uhm, So you coming to that party tonight?”

“Sure I will.” You smiled, grabbing your bag as the last bell of the day sounded. “I guess I like you too, by the way.” You added before quickly escaping through the music storage door, leaving him behind alone, his brain running marathons and his heart beating out of his chest. His phone screen lit up and sending an aggressive bell sound to be muffled thorough the denim of his jean pocket:

y/n: oh and u looked like such an emo today xo

Chanhee laughed, his fingers shaking nervously over his cracked phone screen as he thought of a reply. When he got home he’d continue to text you until the very sunset, when his eyes simply couldn’t stay open any longer. For him, he finally felt accepted for who he was and what he liked — similarly so did you.

[thesafecafe]

In Your Eyes: Choi Chanhee

CW + Disclaimer: Sea creature! Chanhee, fem! reader, non sexual nudity, (one kiss happens), slightly yandere Chanhee, angst (?), slight horror, Chanhee has a mermaid tail, this was an idea I typed into my notes late at night, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not believe the members of The Boyz would behave in this manner nor is this meant to be a guide on their personalities in real life. It is simply a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Words: 617

It was never a good idea to ignore them. Those that walked in land in the night, two legs like a human, were ones to be feared and respected. Your grandmother had warned you never to cross one, and that you would always know them by their eyes. "If one wants you, they will have you. There isn't a thing you can do to get away, so make sure they never see you." That had been years ago.

It was a haunting melody that woke you up in the middle of the night. His haunting melody. You knew the tone of that song. If you didn't follow his song, didn't come when he called this time, you'd be in big trouble. He'd have to come deal with you, and it wouldn't be pretty. It was bad enough that he was this close. Standing from your bed, you'd followed the melody willingly, immediately under his spell.

Travelling down the hallway, you stopped when you got to the door, the melody only fading slightly as he sensed you were close. But when you made no move to open the door, his melody became angry, impatiently increasing, your ears stinging from the sudden surge. Opening the door, you meet his eyes. The blue eyed creature hisses at you from your bath tub as you enter, flicking his hand. The door closes, locking you in with the monstrous man. 

You begin to undress, immediately aware of what he wants from you. Stepping out of your pajamas, you step into the tub, sliding in. His eyes seem to pierce your very soul, his electric blue irises boring into your figure like lasers. His clawed hands hang on the sides of the tub, and he leans forward slightly. His lips hang open, baring his fangs, and his eyes narrow as he looks you up and down, anger and annoyance prominent in his demeanor. You look down at the water, your hands coming up to shield your chest from his intrusive gaze. His tail moves beside you, and it is only then that you realize he is slowly moving towards you, turning his body to crawl on top of you.

Your eyes meet his as he moves. He doesn't stop moving, but he keeps eye contact until he finally looms over you like a dark cloud, his eyes exploring your face. His iridescent blue tail sticks out if the tub behind him, powerful and always ready to strike. He is intimidating, and he knows it. "I'm s-" you can't even finish your sentence before he cuts you off. 

"You've ignored me three times. You resisted my song at the beach. You've thrown out the gifts I've given to you.  And you had the gall to act as if you didn't know who I was when I called to you. I break the rules of the sea for none but you, and you repay me in this way?" 

Chanhee's burning gaze lifts from your lips to your eyes, and for a moment, you can see the pain lingering, the hurt and confusion in his eyes before it is gone once again, replaced by determination. The strength in his eyes makes your head drop once again in shame.  His hand comes up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. "Your heart and soul are mine little human, and you would do well to remember that." You nodded, ready to agree to anything he said. He was right. You belonged to him, and no one would contest that. Not even you. 

He placed his lips on yours, their warmth never failing to surprise you. "It's about time I took you home with me anyway."

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Tag(s): @minhyuuk​

[ethereal-engene]

Radiant Rec List #4 (98z line)

please give all of your love to these lovely writers!! I have had the time of life with these fics and enjoy reading!!

full rec list for tbz

Quick Key: [F] - fluff  | [A] - angst | [H] - humor/crack | [S] - suggestive

Juyeon

OPERATION: PRINCESS' JOURNAL (SMAU series) by @luvrbin | [F] + [H] + [A] (top 5 smaus i have ever read tbh, the tears out of sadness and laughter >>)

MY FIRST AND LAST . . . 이주연 ! by @woobly | [F]

officially yours by @hvae | [F] + [A]

safety net by @saltyboyz | [F] + [A]

the lifeguard who hated summer break by @nyuqvrse​ | [F] + [A] (one of the 1st fics I ever read and *chef’s kiss*)

Kevin (Hyungseo)

22:07pm by @mae-gi-writes | [F] + tiny bit of [A]

cool it by @kpop-in-new-albion | [F] (oh so fluffy)

did you remember me? by @bawdyboyz | [A] + [F]

00:00 by @hvae | [F] + [A] (ouch, this one </3)

iced americano by @jumilkies | [A] + [F]

New (Chanhee)

a pretty bouquet by @cupidjyu | [F] 

Q (Changmin)

Break Your Rules (SMAU series) by @bbangsoonie | [F] + [A] + [H]

11:11 by @bbangsoonie | [A] + [F] (😭 i cried so much reading this)

someone to you by @atbzkingdom | [A] + [F] + [H]

yellow carnations by @pockyandme | [A]

out of the blue (SMAU series) by @flrtwoo | [F] + [H] + lil bit of [A] (bye, this was so funny, I enjoyed it very much)

dance with my demons by @changminurheart | [A] + [F]

Best Friends Don’t Lie by @inadaydream99 | [F] + [A]

ghost of you by @sungbeam​ | [A] + [H] + [F]

last updated: 03/19/2023 

WHERE ARE ALL OF THE FICS FOR NEW? sobbing

[juhaknyeonies]

soft tofu stew | choi chanhee (new)

summary: chanhee had been working nonstop and hasn’t eaten so you take it upon yourself to force chanhee to eat with you and take a break!!

genre: fluff

wc: 0.5k (509)

c. ch | masterlist

“Are you tired?” I asked watching him work on a new song. All week Chanhee had been working on it. “Don’t you wanna sleep by now?”

“Yea but,” He paused his work but something started glitching and he began to panic a little bit hearing aggressive clicked from his mouse. “I have to keep working.”

“You don’t always have to work. You can take a short break for a while.” I told him sitting on his bed while watching him fix what was glitching from across the room. He was very busy working at his desk.

“Chanhee you need a break!” I got up and moved his chair over to his bed while he tried to move it toward his desk but I blocked the way of the wheels pushing it towards his bed. “Just cuddle with me for a little bit your always working and I care for you.”

“You’ve been working nonstop when was the last time you ate?” I asked. He didn’t answer.

“Last night..?” He hesitated to answer. It was already 6pm. Instead of your original plan to cuddle with him in bed you grabbed him and took him to the kitchen.

“We’re gonna cook together!” I suggested already grabbing out the chopping board and pot. “Come on, it will be fun!”

“Well what do you wanna make?” He asked. I thought about it for a second. “Let’s make soondubu jjigae!” I answered. Grabbing out soft tofu and the other ingredients. (soondubu jjigae - soft tofu stew (its rlly good u guys should try it i love soft tofu))

Chanhee had cut up the mushroom and scallions that went into the soup while I prepared the soup base. Adding in the chili paste, oyster sauce and other ingredients I stirred it together while Chanhee put in the cut up ingredients.

“Do you wanna put the tofu in?” He asked, “Yes! I love this part.” I scooped the tofu into the stew. It smelled so good. I was practically watering at the mouth at how good it looked. Chanhee had prepared rice bowls for the both of us and placed it on the table. When the stew was done I grabbed it and placed it on the table.

“It tastes so good,” I put a spoon in my mouth. “Yea it’s really good” He agreed. “It’s nice getting up and not being on your computer for the entire day right?” I asked. “Yeah, this was really fun.” He said

“Thank you,” A blush appeared on my face when he said that. “Anyways Chanhee you can’t just have one meal per day! Its not good for you,” I expressed my concern for him. “Don’t worry I promise to eat next time.” He said

I extended my pinky out to him, “Pinky promise,” I said. Our pinkies interlinked. “Well now you can’t break it otherwise your tongue will get cut off!”

“How will I be able to sing? You won’t be able to hear my angel like voice?” He questioned it. “Well, you’ll just have to keep that promise to prevent that,” I answered giggling a bit.

[mo-notmoe]

See also TheB or Deobi 🥰

[dingochef]

Instructions for a Good Time

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC-Elsa Matthews)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), blow jobs, fingering (all kinds), rimming, pegging,

Summary: An innocent question from Boys Night Out ™ leads Jake to an entirely new way of pleasure, and you're more than happy to give it to him. AKA, the long awaited pegging Jake fic.

Word Count: 5.5k (a quick drabble my ass….pun intended).

A gift for you all lovely lovelies and just in time for Christmas. What started as a tiny idea for a drabble/ficlet to celebrate 200 followers….here we are. Enjoy, fellow sluts reblog, and let me know where you got to awkwardly read this during the holidays!

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“How was your boys' night, Jake?” you ask, noticing how your boyfriend sways slightly as he hangs up his jacket and takes off his shoes.

“T’was good,” he responds, a slight slur emphasizing the slight Texas twang usually hiding in his accent. He shuffles into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water.

You move over on the couch to allow him a spot to plop down, making sure your wine glass is safe on the table. Jake had gone out with some of the guys from the Dagger Squad, a few of them, including his bestie Coyote, being in town as guest lecturers for Top Gun. Rooster declared it a “Boyz Night,” which Jake only agreed to when it was spelled correctly, the sucker for details he is.

Jake settles in next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder, languid and relaxed, a tipsy amount inebriated, not sloppy. You put your book down on the coffee table, exchanging it for your wine glass. You're about to take a sip when Jake asks, in perhaps the most casual manner ever given what is about to come out of his mouth,

“Have you ever pegged anyone?”

You're grateful that your wine glass has just reached your lips and you hadn't fully tilted it up to drink, or there would be a fine mist of merlot spraying across your living room.

“I'll answer, but where did that come from?” you ask, gently, looking down to see the wheels turning in his head.

“Got talking about sex stuff with the guys,” he replies.

You raise an eyebrow in concern that some of the intimate details of your sex life with Jake were up for public discussion. He clocks the gesture and reassures you quickly,

“In general terms, nothing too detailed. And, it came up.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“There has to be more discussion than there's a sex act called pegging. Moving on,” you counter and Jake slightly blushes.

“Coyote talked about the difference of being with a woman versus a man, specifically receiving instead of giving. Said it would blow your mind.”

Coyote, Jake's best friend and his ride or die for many years, is gay. A simple fact that no one in the Dagger Squad, especially Jake, had ever batted an eyelash at.

“Makes sense,” you hum, combing your fingers through Jake's hair, “Men do have a prostate.”

Jake chuckles and then says,

“I did choke on my beer when Rooster agreed.”

You and Jake sit comfortably for a few minutes, before you respond.

“Yes, I have pegged someone.”

Jake perks up, waiting for more details.

“I had a boyfriend in grad school who liked…to explore…that side,” you pause,

“Is that something you'd be interested in exploring?”

Jake turns a satisfying shade of red as he considers the offer,

“With you, yes.”

You let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan at the thought of that experience with Jake. The boyfriend from grad school had a more feminine, softer body, and a more submissive vibe to him. The idea of taking Jake in all his muscled alpha male glory does things to you, those things mostly being getting your thong very damp.

Before your imagination goes too far thinking about how each muscle in his back would ripple deliciously every time you thrusted, you remember there are some practical matters to attend to, you ask,

“Have you ever engaged in ass play?”

It's Jake's turn to have his eyes bug out in surprise, he coughs on his water before answering,

“Umm, no. No, I haven't.”

You slide your hand into his,

“That's good information to know, we're going to have to work up to actual pegging. As much as you like to go balls to the wall with everything,” he laughs quietly, shaking his head slightly at your terrible joke. Your other hand cups his jaw, a light graze of stubble tickling your palm,

“I don't want to hurt you, Jake. I want to take care of you.”

He leans into your hand and kisses your palm.

“Okay, El. I trust you, completely. I know you'll take care of me and I'll have a very good time.”

“I will Jake, you okay to try something tonight?” you ask, a little unsure, “Like blowjob with some extras?”

Jake laughs, bright and loud,

“El, I will always say yes to a blowjob. And yes, we can try some stuff.”

After a quick peck on his lips you spring off the couch, and tell him,

“Stay there, I'll be right back.”

He nods as you slide across the hardwood to your bedroom where you find the lube in your bedside table.

You return to the living room, where Jake is sitting on the couch awaiting your return. Placing the lube on the table you straddle Jake's lap and pull him in for a deep kiss, your tongues melding together as you rock your hips. You sigh when his hardening cock puts pressure on your clit through your thin sleep shorts and underwear.

He reaches down to pull your shirt over your head and you let him guide the soft fabric of one of his worn Navy tees off your body. You return the favor and slide his shirt off, dropping it on the couch. Instantly his mouth is on your breasts, teasing and licking at the nipples. The sensation is so good that he almost distracts you from your original mission. Reluctantly, you slide off Jake and kneel on the floor in front of him.

You snicker to yourself as you ease his belt through the Texas Longhorns belt buckle, like anyone would ever forget Jake is from Texas. Jake lifts his hips to allow you to pull off his jeans, leaving them in a small heap next to the sofa. Lightly you run your nails up Jake's leg to the top of his boxer briefs and pull them down, releasing his hard cock, precum visible on the ruddy red tip. His underwear joins his pants on the floor and you turn your attention to him and his gorgeous cock.

Peppering light kisses along the shaft you work your way up to tip, pausing a moment before you take him into your mouth. You take a little bit more of him on every bob up and down till his dick is hitting the back of your throat. A natural steady rhythm forms as you work Jake up, listening to his moans, grunts, and words of praise.

“Fuck, El, that feels good. You suck my cock so well,” he murmurs, holding back your hair as you pleasure him. He is getting close, so you pull off of him and drag a finger down the shaft wet with your spit, past his balls, and very gently circle around his hole.

“Can I touch you here?” you ask, almost breathless in anticipation of his answer, you've kept your other hand slowly jerking him up and down.

“Yes, fuck, El. Yes, touch me,” he pants out, his green eyes hazed over with lust. Grabbing the lube from the table you squeeze some out on your hand, enjoying the little whine from Jake when you pull your hand away from his cock.

After the lube has warmed up, you lean back down, taking him in your mouth as you press your middle finger gently against his hole. You tease just the tip of your digit past the ring of strong muscles. Your other hand stroking his cock. Jake moans softly above you,

“Color?” you ask Jake, pulling off his cock for a brief moment.

“Green, El. Green,” he responds, voice calm.

Emboldened by his answer you push your finger slowly up inside him up to the second knuckle. The way he moans only gives you some more confidence. Making sure there is enough lube, you push your finger further into him, seeking his prostate.

The moment you find the small rubbery bump with the thin tip of your finger, you know Jake understands how it feels to have your clit sucked. He lets out the deepest, most primal grunt mixed with a moan you've ever heard from him.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, El…yes, there, keep touching me, ugh, there,”

Jake grunts. His breath catches every time you surge up on his prostate with your finger. You slide your mouth back down on him.

Syncing up your finger thrusts into Jake along with each slide of your hand and head up and down his cock.

Above you Jake is losing his mind,

“Fuck, El, not gonna last long..too good,” he pants out.

It only takes a few more repetitions for Jake to come undone, his entire body spasming from head to toe. Jake is lightly thrusting as he falls over the edge. He is speaking but not forming any words you recognize.

“Oh my, fuck, good, so good,” he says, interspersed with grunts and moans.

His release floods your mouth, some spilling out the corner of your mouth. Slowly and gently you slide off Jake's and pull your finger from him, earning a light sigh from him.

He is looking down at you, sated and face filled with love and tenderness that seems out of place with what you just did. He runs his thumb to collect the come that has dribbled down your chin. He swipes his thumb across your lips and your tongue darts out to taste him.

“Damn, El. You're going to kill me if you keep on like that,” he groans and pulls you up to his lap, grabbing your head for a deep kiss.

“How was that, Jake?” you ask, curious about his reaction. He smirks and nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Really fucking good,” he responds, smiling shyly in the skin of your neck.

“I’m glad,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him on the forehead, mindful to keep your lube covered hand away from Jake and your upholstery. Jake yawns, causing you to yawn.

“Let's head to bed, sweetheart,” Jake offers and you nod in agreement,

“I need to take care of my girl.”

–

“Couldn't we just order this online?” Jake, slightly whines, stepping into the sex shop behind you.

“I think this is the best way to, I don't know..., pick out something that's going in your body. Just think of all the other terrible Amazon purchases you've made. Do I need to remind you of the Tiny Chair Debacle™ ?” you respond.

“To be fair they didn't say it was for a dollhouse,” he counters.

“It was an armchair for ten dollars, Jake,” you remind him.

“Okay, okay, you're right,” Jake concedes and lets his shoulders relax as he follows you deeper into the store towards the toy section.

“Here we go. Which one do you want to take home?” you ask, big smirk on your face. Jake glares at you,

“You're loving this aren't you?”

“Yup, for such a sexual person, you being all bashful when it comes to sex toys is endearing,” you answer, going up on tip toe to to give his mildly grumpy mouth a kiss. He sighs and points to an all black dildo of rather substantial size, asking,

“How about this one?”

Tilting your head and picking up the object, you offer some advice,

“Mm, seems too stiff,” Jake snickers at your word choice, “And a little ambitious for a first time.”

Setting it down you walk down the wall where dildos of all sizes, shapes, and colors are perched on clear plastic shelves, Jake trailing behind you.

You select a slimmer blue model with some give and a slight curve and hand it to Jake. He takes it and considers it.

“This one would be good, reasonable girth, flexible, and it's shaped to hit your prostate.”

Jake stops and looks at you, a smirk on his face,

“You researched this, didn't you?”

“Of course, you didn't think we'd just go into this blind? I want this to be good for you.”

“God, you are such an engineer. And it's really hot,” he places the dildo in your hand, “Yes, let's get this one.”

Quickly you find a harness and some other lubes. A few minutes later you've got an entire pegging starter pack in a bright magenta shopping bag.

When you get home you place the bag on the bed, Jake follows you in and slides up behind you. His hands on your hips, he starts to kiss a line down your neck.

“Can we try it out?” he asks as his hands toy with the hem of your shirt.

“Yes, I'm game,” you reply and Jake pulls your shirt off. Turning around you return the favor and shed Jake's shirt.

“Let's start with a shower,” you suggest. Jake grins and slides his strong hands down your back over your ass and under your thighs pulling you up to him. On instinct you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and your legs around his waist. Jake captures your lips into a deep kiss and walks you both to the bathroom.

“Showoff,” you tease as he sets you down. Jake continues to strip as you start the shower. Your clothes hit the floor as the water warms up. Stepping into the water you hold out your hand for Jake to follow and he does eagerly.

Your arms wrap around Jake and his around you as the warm water envelops you both. He leans down to kiss you and you both sink into the kiss. You slide your arms down Jake’s back massaging the muscles as you trace his lips with your tongue. He sighs and allows your tongue into mouth and his into yours.

You let yourselves get lost in each other's mouth, embrace, and bodies. Hands sliding easily with the water, gently caressing each other.

Knowing just how long your water heater will last, you finally break apart and grab a washcloth. As you pull Jake's body wash off the rack you say,

“Turn around, let me wash you.”

Jake takes a deep breath, turning quickly and slapping his hands on the wall with his legs spread like he's preparing for a cavity search. The gesture pulls a laugh out of you.

Jake turns and looks at you confused.

“Come here,” you say softly, squeezing some body wash on the cloth. He steps back to you as you run the sudsy cloth along his shoulders.

“This is about relaxing you, not just some perfunctory step in the process. Let me take care of you. Just like you take care of me.”

His face loses the tightness it had before as you run the cloth on his chest, enjoying your touch.

When you're satisfied with his chest, you gently place your hand on his shoulder and he turns around.

You reassure him with a hug, even if your face mashes in between his shoulder blades because of your height difference. He sinks back into your embrace, folding his arms over yours.

Starting at his shoulders you swipe the cloth around, making sure to massage each muscle earning you some sighs and groans along the way.

“Feeling good?” you ask, continuing to work your way down his back.

“Yes, El. I should have you do this more often. You have magic hands,” he replies, arching his back to allow you more access to some of his lower back muscles.

“I think that can be arranged,” you reply, sweetly kissing between his shoulder blades. Convinced that Jake is relaxed and close to being putty in your hands, you let the wash cloth slide down the sharp slope of his ass making sure to gently caress the firm muscles with your other hand.

Trailing kisses down his spine you kneel down continuing your worship of his body. You make sure to kiss both dimples on his ass; the thought that you want to leave lipstick marks on them someday flashes in your brain.

You lead with the washcloth and gently swipe across his hole as you drop more kisses on his firm ass. Dropping the washcloth you place both hands symmetrically on each cheek, your thumbs just at the top of his crack. Massaging small circles you slide down his crack, pulling apart his cheeks as your tongue follows the same path.

Stopping just shy of his hole, you ask,

“Color, baby?”

From above you hear Jake's head thunk onto his forearm planted on the tile.

“Green, El. So green,” he pants out. Satisfied with his answer you dart your tongue out to trace the delicate muscles around his hole.

“Fuck, El…feels good,” Jake moans, slightly muffled by his arm.

Slowly and methodically you swirl around him, enjoying the sounds you're pulling out of him.

“More, please, El, more,” he begs and you oblige him and push the point of your tongue into the center.

“El, fuck…,” Jake's words fade as you thrust in and out with your tongue. It's when Jake starts to push back at your face that you know it's time. Settling one last kiss on his ass you stand up.

“Ready for more, baby?” you coo into his ear. He stands upright turning to look at you and catch you in a kiss.

“Fuck me, please El. Fuck me,” he moans into your mouth.

Getting out of the shower, dried, and back to the bedroom is a blur of hands, kisses, and a few giggles as you maneuver down the hall to your bedroom.

When you reach the edge of the bed, you direct Jake to lie down,

“Get comfy. On your back.”

He lays down with his easy grace for a man so large and looks at you in anticipation, the bright magenta shopping bag still on the bed. Flexing his arms to put his hands behind his head he watches your movements as you pull out the dildo, strap, and one of the new lubes. A lube the lady at the store swore by for anal. You lean down to give a quick peck before saying,

“Let me go make sure this is clean and open the lube. Be right back.”

A quick rinse with some soap and water and opening of the lube later you’re back at the bed stepping into the harness, an understated neoprene number in black. (Recommend because it's machine washable, it appealed to your practical side.)

Jake watches you intently as you adjust the straps to your liking and attach the dildo. With the final adjustments completed, a slight look of apprehension crosses Jake's face as he reaches out and touches the dildo and considers its size. Sensing the tension you decide to crack a joke,

“So tell me the truth. Who wore it better?” you ask, grinning and swinging the dildo back forth comically. Jake cracks a grin and laughs.

“Well, I hope I wore it better, but mine’s not blue,” he replies, his patented smirk on his face.

Leaning down to kiss your favorite smile in the all world, you answer back, against his lips,

“Without a doubt you wear it and me better, lie back and let me take care of you.”

He sighs into the kiss and lies back, settling into the pillows, and letting any tension ebb out of his body in one long breath out. You chase his lips down and kneel on the bed, taking your time to drag your lips along his jaw, neck, and chest leaving kisses on your wake. Your hands come up to cup Jake's pecs and gently brush against his nipples with your thumbs.

Looking up at Jake you can see is relaxed, his eyes hazy and watching you worship his body. You meet his gaze and tell him,

“You are so beautiful, Jake.”

He blushes at the comment, but graciously accepts it and cradles your face in a loving gesture. Planting firm kisses down the midline of his abs you slide into place between his legs.

Jake's half hard when you draw him in your mouth, and you enjoy the heady feeling of him plumping up in your mouth as you work down his cock. You slide up and down with your mouth and hands a few times, letting your spit run down to his balls. You leave your hand on his shaft and trail your lips down to his balls, licking them generously.

“Feels good, El,” Jake pants from above. You give each ball one last kiss and lick your tongue across his taint and finally to his hole.

“I'm going to open you up, Jake. Is that okay?” you ask, you've been gently stroking his cock this whole time.

“Yes, El. Green,” he answers. You grab the lube and squeeze a dollop on your fingers and try to warm it up.

“This might be cold,” you warm Jake as you smear the lube on his hole, he starts a little and then relaxes again. Slowly and methodically you start with one finger, not getting deep enough to hit his prostate, a second, and finally a third. You check in at each stage and receive a breathier “Green” each time from Jake.

“Are you ready for my cock, Jake?” you ask as you kneel up, making sure to make eye contact with Jake.

“Jesus, El. Yes, I'm ready for your cock, please fuck me, it's been hours,” he answers more strung out than whiney.

“Roll over on your knees,” you instruct him and he complies. A few pillows are stuffed under his hips and he leans down crossing his forearms and resting his turned head on them. It takes a few adjustments from both of you to find the right height and angle for the mechanics of it all to work. Those details worked out with a few giggles and laughs, you lube up the dildo and place it at his hole.

“Ready? We can always stop,” you reassure him.

“Yes, please, El. I'm aching for it,” he answers. With that all clear you guide the tip of the dildo to his hole with your hand and gently, slowly insert the tip into the tight ring of muscles. It glides in easily, all of the prep worth it. You slide a bit farther and pull back out just a little, testing the waters.

“Fuuuck, fuck that feels good,” Jake practically shouts. He starts to push back at you in an effort to get more of the dildo. You smile to yourself, feeling accomplished as you thrust in. The push and pull repeats itself a few more times and a low moan is pulled from Jake and a frenzied,

“There, fucking there, so good, please more.”

Triumphant you've found his prostate you keep thrusting at the same depth, determined to get Jake to that edge in a new way. Your hands grip hard on his hips, just where his Adonis belt meets his quads, to keep you in place as you pull in and out of him. The rhythm established, you take the time to savor and thoroughly enjoy the vision before you. Jake has lifted up onto his forearms, no doubt to get more leverage to push back. His head oscillates between being thrown back, neck stretched out as he moans, and hanging down as the pleasure overwhelms him. Every time you surge forward he meets you halfway. You let one hand wander to catalog each of the muscles in his back and how they flex and twitch each beat of the rhythm. You can't help but be transfixed watching the dildo, your cock as you've started calling it now, slide in and out of Jake. The absolute ecstasy you're giving him is a heady feeling and ratchets up your arousal, soaking the neoprene of the harness.

“Fuck, Jake, you look so good damn hot, can't believe I'm the one who gets to see you like this, fuck you like this, make you feel so good,” you pant out between each push of your hips.

“So good, El, so fuckin’ good. You fuck me so well,” he responds, the words scattered between each ebb and surge of your bodies.

“Think you can come just like this, Jake?” you ask, knowing your stamina for this position is waning.

“Need more, touch me, please, please,” Jake begs, “Something please.”

“Okay, one sec,” you reply. You pull all the way out on your next beat, earning an anguished moan from Jake, words of confusion tumble out of his mouth,

“No, where? What? El?”

Laying a reassuring kiss at the small of his back and stroking his flank in a soothing manner, you instruct him,

“Flip over.”

He complies with amazing speed as you sweep the pillows off the bed and slide up to meet him. Sweat is beaded up on his face, hair in a dozen different directions, and his eyes are glazed over with pleasure. His cock pulses on his abdomen, a sheen of precum on his abs.

“Hands here,” you direct him, taking his hands in yours and sliding them under his thighs as you lift his legs up for a better angle, “Hold them, right there.”

He complies and lets them bend at the knee. Shuffling the last few inches, you rest the tip of your cock at his hole as you apply more lube.

“Ready?” you ask and are startled by how fast Jake replies.

“Fuck yes, please just get in me, El.”

Happy with that answer you slide in smoothly as deep as you'd been going before, the same feral reaction from Jake when you find that special bundle of nerves.

“Ungh, right…fucking…there, El,” he pants out between thrusts. Satisfied with your rhythm you grab the sides of Jake's waist and hold hard against his prostate on one thrust in and gently massage his prostate with a slight rocking of your hips, Jake's moans change in response.

“Fuck…good…ahhahh…there, ungh.”

You lean down, thankful for all your gymnastics training and twice weekly yoga, because you know Jake is about to lose his mind, and you're more than happy to do it for him. You slide one hand from his waist to the base of his cock to hold it one place and with no warning take Jake's cock as far in your mouth as you can and suck hard. The overwhelming combination of your cock in his ass, your hand jerking at the base of his dick, and your mouth are the explosive elements Jake needs for total liftoff.

Jake's orgasm is a whole body experience, his hand flies down to the back of your head holding it there as he thrusts up into your mouth flooding it with his come, and his ass clenches around the strap on and puts a delicious pressure on your clit. He comes with a loud shout,

“Ohmyfuckin’ god, fuuuuck.”

His release floods your mouth and you can't hold it all in or swallow it and it drips out of your mouth onto his abs.

Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through his body accompanied by another spurt of come. The waves decrease in intensity and Jake falls back to the bed limp, his hand sliding off your head. You take that as your cue to release him from your mouth.

Leaning up, you warn him,

“I'm pulling out, okay?” and he feebly waves a hand in answer. Gently you pull the strap on out and quickly unclip the straps releasing it to the bed.

You climb over Jake, mindful of his oversensitive cock where it rests on his belly in a puddle of come. Sliding up his lax body, you position your knees on either side of his chest and lean up so he has a front row seat of your glistening cunt.

“Fuck, Jake. That was so hot, so fucking sexy. Fucking you got me this wet. Feel,” you pant as your hand slides to give your clit some relief. Jake is mesmerized by your frenzied movements on your clit and brings his hand up to offer you two fingers to fuck yourself on. They slide in easily with how turned on you are, it takes a few pumps of his thick fingers and tight circles around your clit to fall over the edge, a gush of your slick coating Jake's hand and arm as you clench on his fingers.

“I'm coming,” you shriek as your pent up arousal bursts forth. Unable to hold yourself up you lean forward planting a hand in the pillow next to Jake's head. Under you Jake groans as you clench on his fingers as each wave hits you. The pleasure ebbs as Jake pulls his hand from you and both are left panting gazing into each other's eyes. A few moments of silence and you both crack a giddy smile.

“Wow,” you say, at a loss for more eloquent words.

“Wow,” he repeats, making you both laugh. Rolling to Jake's side, you lie on your back catching your breath. When you look over, Jake is lying peacefully, eyes closed and a wide smile on face.

“I'll be right back,” you tell him and slide off the bed, he nods lazily. You head to the bathroom for thorough hand washing and tooth brush before grabbing a bottle of water and some dark chocolate squares.

Back in the bedroom, you sit on the bed and brush Jake's shoulder gently, he stirs looking up at you in a way that can only be described as “dreamy”.

“Here, sit up. I got some water and chocolate for you. Drink and eat this while I get the shower going.”

He sits up and leans against the headboard and takes the water and chocolate from your hands. You give him a quick kiss on the forehead before you grab the strap to bring to the bathroom.

As you let the water heat up, you disassemble the strap, throwing the harness in the dirty laundry and washing the dildo off with a gentle soap per the directions. Those tasks completed you go and gather Jake, he has dutifully drank the water and eaten the chocolate.

He follows you when you take him by the hand to the bathroom and settles on the bench in the shower. You pull down his shampoo and tilt him forward to get his hair wet. Standing in front of him you lather his hair, making sure to comb your nails through Jake's hair in the way that he likes. Jake leans his head against your stomach and wraps his arms around your back. You grab the hand sprayer to rinse Jake's hair so you don't have to break this embrace and closeness. Rinsed and just luxuriating in the water you hook a gentle finger under Jake's chin to direct his gaze to you. Satisfied his gorgeous green eyes are meeting yours you ask, softly,

“How do you feel, Jake?”

He smiles in response and pulls you down to straddle his lap, in a gesture that clocks as intimate rather than physical.

“Really fucking good. I liked it, well loved it, obviously, it was different in a way I didn't know my body could do. But I think the part I enjoyed most was just how focused you were on taking care of me. It made me feel…,” he pauses, a bashful look creeps onto his face,

“Incredibly loved.”

Your face softens and you surge forth to give him a reassuring kiss,

“You are incredibly loved, by me. Everything I give back to you is a reflection of the love you give me, Jake. I love you so fucking much, it takes my breath away sometimes. I always want you to feel our love.”

A brilliant smile blooms on his face as he kisses the side of your neck in a sweet gesture.

“Thank you, El. I love you so much too,” he replies, trailing his lips up to meet yours for a kiss. It's sweet and followed up by a few playful pecks. You and Jake sit wrapped up in each other, the sound of the water soothing as you lean your foreheads together soaking up the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

You startle slightly when Jake breaks the silence,

“I didn't know you were that flexible,” he says.

The thought that Jake was surprised by your flexibility makes you laugh, bright and loud, it echoes around the shower.

You lean back to look Jake in the eyes.

“Really, Jake? Think of all the ways you've fucked me like a pretzel,” you say, eyebrow raised. A dirty montage floats through Jake's brain, bringing an equally dirty smile to his face, as you say the next thing,

“I'm not a former gymnast who does twice weekly yoga for nothing.”

He laughs and tilts head in agreement, a mischievous look appears in his eyes, one you know well.

“Just think of what we could do with yoga three times a week, sweetheart,” he says, signature smirk in place.

“Jake!”

–

Of course I couldn't write these two disgustingly in love people doing something as intense as pegging as a quick ficlet. No, we HAVE to know why they're fucking and all those gooey emotions with it. Hope you enjoyed it.

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Thanks to @slightlymore I’ll be doing a Drabble event in which you send me an idol I write for and a tarot card.

I’ll write a (relatively) small drabble on the sexual interpretation of said card.

𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕

name of a tarot card + idol (nct ateez or the boyz)

I will not write these drabbles for Jisung due to the event being nsfw

Feel free to ask for a specific au I have active too!! (Ex: neo hybridverse, asfos, ctasf)

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 (requests now closed)

𑁍 Jeno + King of Pentacles

𑁍 Renjun + The Lovers

𑁍 Hongjoong + The Lovers

𑁍 Seonghwa + Five of Cups

𑁍 Wooyoung + Ten of Wands

𑁍 Yeosang + Eight of Swords

𑁍 Hongjoong + The Tower

𑁍 Yunho + Five of Pentacles

𑁍 New + King of Swords

𑁍 Wooyoung + Ace of Cups

𑁍 Doyoung + Nine of Wands

𑁍 San + The Moon

𑁍 Mingi + The Star

𑁍 Yuta + Six of Wands

𑁍 Sunwoo + Page of Swords

𑁍 San + Knight of Swords

𑁍 Seonghwa + The Empress

𑁍 Juyeon + Death

𑁍 Sangyeon + King of Cups

𑁍 Jongho + Eight of Cups

𑁍 Ten + The Hanged Man

𑁍 Hongjoong + Page of Wands

𑁍 Seonghwa + The Hanged Man

𑁍 Yunho + Two of Pentacles

𑁍 Yeosang + The Hermit

𑁍 San + The Chariot

𑁍 Mingi + Four of Pentacles

𑁍 Wooyoung + The Tower

𑁍 Jongho + Two of Swords

𑁍 Jeno + Ace of Cups

𑁍 Haechan + The Devil

𑁍 Seonghwa + The World

𑁍 Xiaojun + The Magician

𑁍 Yeosang & Wooyoung + King of Wands

[blossom-hwa]

Could u pls do san + a whispers of nature universe SEEING IT AS AN EXAMPLE PROMPT MADE MY BRAIN GO BRRRRR <3

well you see my friend. you're in luck because ever since I made that an example prompt I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT WAY TOO MUCH so here is the result. hope you enjoy <3 <3

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(check out the rest of the Whispers of Nature series here!)

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: A Mountain’s Patience

Pairing: San x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 933

Warnings: n/a

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When Mother Earth made the mountains, She formed them to be rooted, grounded to her core. Solid, steady, strong. 

And so very, very patient. 

The thing about mountains is that they are not slow, as so many choose to think. True, they do not move the way the wind zips past the trees, the way water churns down a river, the way flowers sway in the breeze, every shifting, ever flowing. They do not welcome sudden movement, they do not welcome sudden change. But they are not slow - rather cautious, silent, ever listening, ever waiting.

Which is why, when San feels footsteps climbing up the side of his mountain on a dark night devoid of the moon, he does not act, does not chase the intruding guest away. Instead, he waits. 

And come morning, when the sun rises and he emerges from the depths of the rock to observe the new presence in his woods, he feels the imminence of warm, warm magic settling gently into the earth, and he knows he has made the right choice. 

For despite your midnight flight into unknown territory, you are no intruder. Far from it. During the days you take to settle in, San hears no screams of trees felled without warning, no jolt of the earth or cries of the forest to save them from harm. He watches, silently, a thread of his consciousness attuned to the area of his mountain where you have decided to root yourself, but not once does he find you attempting to desecrate the land of his spirit. Instead, you pay him reverence. Respect. 

And magic. 

It is rare that Mother Earth bestows Her blessing upon mortals. To this moment San still doesn’t understand Her reasoning behind it, why She chooses one but not so many others - it has never made any sense to him. But what he does know is that these mortals are often persecuted in their own communities for reasons he also doesn’t understand, and that they are endlessly thankful and respectful of the safe havens they find. 

So a haven he decides he will remain, for you. 

He doesn’t intend to meet you. As far as San is concerned, there is no reason to - you’ve coexisted peacefully for some amount of time and you have never given him cause to worry that your presence may cause his mountain home harm. But one bright afternoon he decides it would feel good to feel the sun on his face, feel the waters of Seonghwa’s river flow over his feet, and during that long, meandering trek down the river is when he meets you. 

San hasn’t seen a mortal in a very long time, though from your expression, it seems that you’ve made somewhat of a habit of interacting with spirits. You recognize him immediately for what he is while San fumbles for a moment, surprise still a pinch in his heart. As he bows slightly in return for your respectful greeting, he expects that this will be the end of it, probably the only interaction you two will have in your lifespan. 

But you are pleasant, kind, and - comfortable, San thinks, in a way that he doesn’t quite know what to make of. The magic you exude does not burn bright and harsh but seems to shimmer softly around you, a sense of home in every small movement you make. With water rushing over your feet, the wind sweeping your clothes, a soft kindness in your gaze... 

As the afternoon flows on, San begins to understand that this will not be the last time you meet, not if he has anything to do with it. 

But a mountain is patient, and a mountain knows to wait. Several years pass before San decides to profess his feelings on a walk along the same river you met on, promising a love as steady and constant as his own roots to the earth. There is a surprise, not altogether welcome - you ask for time with a troubled countenance to your expression, an unfamiliar hesitancy in your voice that unsettles him, but San is a mountain. A mountain is patient. And even unexpected changes can be absorbed over time, built into the structure of his roots, accepted as the days and weeks and years flow on, no matter how it originally hurt. 

You explain, in time. A love that had turned sour when they discovered you were a witch, a love that faded when your village turned its back on your magic. San listens, understands the hesitancy that had plagued your words in that moment, and promises you all the time you need to process his own confession and choose whether to accept or reject it. 

He is prepared to wait again. Years, he’d told himself - even if you never answer, he will be all right. But San finds you a week later at the river, a new determination in your eyes as you look at him, smiling under a torrential rain -

I accept you, you say, warmth in your every word. I accept you into my heart. 

A mountain does not shift with the wind’s caprice, nor does it bow to the waters of the earth. It punishes sudden change, only eroding slowly over time. But it is not slow. It is not unmoving. 

It is patient, for a patient spirit, it knows, will eventually reap its reward. 

And with you in his arms, your hearts beating as one, San knows there could be no other reward in this world greater than this. 

[gyuhanniescarat]

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┊ 𝕜𝕖𝕪 ┊ 🌶️ = Mature/Suggestive 🔞 = Smut 🍻 = Poly/Multiple 🖤 = Angst 💐 = Fluff ⚠️ = Toxic 🤡 = Humor 📚 = Series 📝 = Oneshot 💌 = Drabble

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

The Boyz Masterlist

Everything unmarked is plain fluff

Updated: 5/16/24 

Main Masterlist

One-shots/Series:

Sangyeon:

Request?

Jacob:

Scaredy-Cats

Younghoon:

Partners [Mafia au]

Broken Belts [Mechanic au]

Puzzle Pieces [Slights Angst w/Happy Ending]

Little Surprises

Jaehyun (Hyunjae):

Request?

Juyeon:

Love Letter

Kevin:

Request?

Chanhee (New):

Request?

Changmin (Q):

Just a Bad Dream [Drabble] [Hurt/Comfort]

Scared? [Smut]

Haknyeon (JuHaknyeon):

Request?

Sunwoo:

Request?

Youngjae (Eric):

Request?

[ericsgf]

🌟 THE BOYZ MASTERLIST 🌟

f=fluff; c=comfort; s=suggestive; m=mature.

All members (reactions, headcanons, series, etc.):

The Boyz’s ideal types

Sangyeon:

Jacob:

Younghoon:

Hyunjae:

First Date (f, drabble) First date at a coffee shop.

Stars (f, drabble) Stargazing under the clear night sky of the countryside.

Juyeon:

Kevin:

02.23 (f, drabble) Long distance birthday wishes.

New:

Q:

Haknyeon:

Sunwoo:

Practice Makes Perfect (f, drabble) Rap king Kim Sunwoo and rap king wannabe reader.

Safe Space (c, 1.5k) When Sunwoo finds you crying because of anxiety, he knows just the right way to make you feel more secure.

Eric:

Rubik’s Cube (f, drabble) Rubik’s cube genius Eric vs. Rubik’s cube genius wannabe reader.

[sungbeam]

hi beam :33 i am here to shower you with love!!

1. i feel like i have so much fave fics from you, particularly the love in unity series but i do think party people and off the record hold special places in my heart <3 i remember when i first read off the record </3 like i feel like i dont express it ENOUGH but it was around the time i was very disconnected from tbz... and somehow ur fic really just PUSHED ME to write and post... and after that, reading party people really just reassured me that yea deobiblr is back!! going back to tbz is what i need to do!!!

6. kind of transitioning to this, i remember vividly reading ur fic in a starbucks because i was waiting for grentperez's concert here and literally my friend was just watching me REACT TO THE FIRST PART. i was literally telling her "oh mygod i am BACK IN DEOBILAND" BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD?!??!?! I FEEL LIKE IT WAS JUST A REMINDER OF MY BIGGER DEOBI DAYS U KNOW and im back stronger than ever

8. i just love ur plots in general. im very much a big fan of just not romance-centered media in general and i really love all the details you put into ur fics esp with the reader and the boyz themselves!!! like for me, it means so much that they have their own arcs/stories!! esp as a big fan of slow burn and just character development I LOVE IT!!!

11. i am hoping for some more jacob fics.... HELP i am just so crazy in my jacob delusions and i know i dont need to ask for more jichang ones bc i rest easy knowing u and i are the biggest kyubodans

13. i talk abt u and ur works so much to my besties actually :') my besties are big caratdeobis so i always recommend ur works to them

i love you beam! you always inspire me tbh :') so glad i got to know you and i am always rooting for u!!! so excited for what else you have in store for us

moni, my lovely, thank u so much for your words, both here and in prose <3

raaaaah !!! it always means so much to me to hear that i was able to inspire u out of ur writing slump :')) i def know how that feels,,, getting into the boyz and p1h was what got /me/ out of my writing slump and i somehow whipped up party people 💀 im just really happy that i was able to find more of deobiblr or maybe even inspire deobis to come out from hibernation w that fic skfnkenfkf

LOL starbucks is like my writing place half the time istg 😭😭😭 omg you reading otr in a starbucks makes me so skcnkrnf im like jumping around in excitement cuz idek !! and pls (´Д⊂ヽ im crying im really really happy that my fics could haul you back to deobiblr cuz we wouldn't be the same without you 🫂 and thank u for always reccing my stuff to friends !! it means the absolute world to me, i get do tender-feeling :'))

and pls, ik u of all people would def appreciate the non-romantic arcs !! i really do enjoy creating and developing friendships and outside relationships—it just adds an extra layer to the fic besides just the romance itself 🤧 and omg i promise i'll get more cobie content out >< the other day i was thinking of posting drabbles of this one au i had written for him, so whenever i don't have a new fic to post, you'll def see it 😎

i love you moni, thank u again for all ur support and love 💖

[deobi-scenes]

healing therapy — sohn y.j.

synopsis | who knew that even the most energetic person of The Boyz had his own worries and fears?

genre | short drabble

tw | mentions of health facility, anxiety, panic attacks, etc.

notes | Hello, loves. With all that has happened today, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy and worried at the same time for our beloved boys. I know much emotions have been felt today so I hope this short drabble will help comfort you in these times.

PS, this is purely fiction. I do not intend to diagnose nor relay a fake message to you all.

Hugs and kisses, always

———

y/n’s POV

“how are you feeling y/n?” My therapist, asked me with a calm voice.

I was currently staying in a wellness facility in Seoul. Unlike other facilities, this specific place was serene and peaceful.

There weren’t much rules here other than phones and any modes of outside communication other than in-person meeting were prohibited because the facility believe that it only triggers ones emotions.

“ I’m fine. The attacks are more manageable.” I said playing with my hands.

“that is so good to hear.” she said holding my hands.

After a while of consultation and meeting, I went back to my room only to see the once empty bed with a young man on it. Judging on from his looks, he looked about the same age as me.

Just as he was about to look up at my direction, one of the staffs barged inside the room together with a new set of notebooks and pens for me.

“I see you’ve met your new roommate.” she said handing the supplies to me.

“I-i just got here.” I said to her and back at the guy.

“ if that’s the case, then please make yourselves comfortable. Youngjae-ssi, if you need anything, just press the button.” she said pointing at the big red button by his bed.

“Got it. Thank you so much.” He said soullessly

The staff then excused herself leaving the both of us in the room.

“I’m y/n. Nice to meet you.” I said reaching my hand out for him to shake.

“ I’m youngjae.” he said shaking it back.

His eyes looked tired and dull. He was just like me when I first came here.

“I’ll just be here.” I said pointing at my bed

The curtain that divided us gave us privacy. However minutes later, Youngjae went over to my side of the bed with his phone, trying to get some signal.

“There’s no signal here. The only place where there is signal is in the therapist’s room.”

He only looked at me and sighed. He went back on his side of the room and plopped himself on the bed.

My peaceful writing session was disturbed by the sudden shuffling of the curtains. I looked up to see Youngjae scratching his head.

“ D-do you know a quiet place other than this room? Somewhere outside would be nice”

I closed my notebook and wore my slippers.

Like a lost puppy, he followed me outside to my secret hideout — a hidden garden.

He and I sat on the bench and stared at the fountain in front of us.

The silence was peaceful and comforting at the same time.

“ so… how did you get here?” he asked cautiously

“hmmm… panic attacks and trauma from my toxic relationship.” I simply said, smiling bitterly.

“ how long has it been? Since you got here?”

“around 2020? It’s been two years.” I said looking at the sky.

“ don’t you get bored?”

“no, not really. It’s a tranquil escape from the madness of the world, you know? What about you? What’s your story, Youngjae?”

———

eric’s POV

THE BOYZ’ Eric to go on hiatus due to health issues

THE BOYZ’ Eric to take a break and focus on health

THE BOYZ’ Eric heads back to hometown Los Angeles to get rest during hiatus

seeing how y/n barely having any clue who I was gave me a refreshing sense of comfort.

“ Do you know kpop?” I asked her

“of course. We’re in Korea, it would be a shame if you don’t know anything about our country’s pride.” she said before going wide-eyed

“wait… don’t tell me. Are you an idol?”

I chuckled at her dumbfounded and innocent reaction and nodded my head.

“I’m The Boyz’ Eric.”

“ I’m sorry if I don’t recognize you-”

“it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s been a while not to have someone on your back, monitoring what your next move will be.”

“if it’s not rude to ask… how did you exactly end up here? I mean you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to-”

“ I was on hiatus from my group, The Boyz. I love my fans and the attention we’re getting but… I-i don’t know. It’s all happening too fast. I lost myself in the moment. When I came back from LA, I was referred to by a friend to visit this place. So far, this place is different.”

“yes, it really is. People here don’t treat you like patients. They don’t give you medicine or force you to do something that will discomfort you. This is a place of healing from the real world. It’s our little escape from all the madness happening all around.”

———

y/n’s POV

Our conversation was cut off when the wind chimes signaling our time for supper. Youngjae or Eric and I went back to our room.

From there, we went to the dining hall where they served the meals.

It was amusing to see Eric eating well and looking around the atmosphere.

“ this is so good! I wish I could stay here forever.” He said digging on his food.

“you can stay here as long as you want. Get all the healing you need.”

“thanks for the warm welcome, y/n.”

———

y/n’s POV

It’s been three days since Youngjae got here.

In those three days, I got to know him more and likewise, he got to open up about his woes and worries about his idol life. He even told me how sorry he is to his members for not being there for them.

All I could do was to listen to him and assure him that everything will be fine.

He too, did the same. Whenever I would feel sudden outbursts, he would come over and hug me just to calm me down.

Last night, when we were up with nothing else to do, he asked me about what I wrote in the notebook I always had with me. I normally don’t show it to anyone else other than the therapist but I unwillingly showed him my way of healing — positive writing therapy.

When he opened the notebook, he was surprised to a collection of short stories that were all about love. Considering the fact that I was traumatized by my past relationship.

I told him how the therapist told me that in order to heal myself from the pain, I should continually let myself feel the pain so that afterwards, it wouldn’t hurt as much.

At first, he was confused with the idea of positive writing therapy but I told him that it wasn’t too different from writing lyrics. It was just him writing his emotions on paper.

My afternoon nap was disturbed with a very sullen looking Youngjae walking to the door.

“how was your consultation?”

“I’m going home tomorrow.”

I should be happy for him but for some reason, I didn’t want him to go. He was my healing.

“ Why do you look sad? The B’s are finally seeing their Eric back!” I said trying to cheer him up.

“yes, I’m excited too.” he said in a monotonous tone.

“don’t be sulky. Let’s make the most of today! Whatever you want to do. Let’s do it.” I said pulling him from his bed.

We spent the day walking around and playing games. For dinner, I asked the chefs to prepare Youngjae’s favorite food which surprisingly was ramen.

Youngjae smiling from ear to ear made me realize how in a few hours, he would return to his celebrity life as The Boyz’ Eric.

After taking a shower, I saw Youngjae sitting on my bed.

“Can…I ask you one last thing?”

“sure what is it?” I asked placing my used towel on the rack.

“ stay with me tonight.”

“ of course, we’re roommates-”

Youngjae pulled me towards him and made me sit on the bed. He then plopped his head on my lap and closed his eyes.

“May I?” I asked if I could run my hands through his hair.

He only nodded his head and closed his eyes. Moments later, light snores can be heard and his head felt heavier than usual.

I looked down to see Youngjae dozing off. I gently fixed his position so that he could fully sleep comfortably on the bed.

I was about to go to his bed to rest but he wrapped his arms around my waist; pulling me towards him.

I didn’t want the moment to end. Taking a leap of faith, I stared at his face and delicately traced his features.

I took a deep breath and whispered to him the words I wanted to say to him.

“ Youngjae-ya,

I know you probably won’t remember me or any of this once you go back as Eric but these past few days have been magical.

I hope you know just how amazing you are and how much you are loved by everyone. Your family, friends, members and fans.

Please don’t be too hard on yourself because you are doing an amazing job.

Don’t feed your mind with negative thoughts and just always be positive and full of energy.

Whenever you feel sad or worried, always know that you are not alone.

Continue on doing amazing things.

It’s been a pleasure meeting you.

Hopefully, once I’m better, I’ll get to see you perform on stage.

Whatever path or decisions you make, I’ll be rooting for you.

Thank you for healing me.

Always remember, y/n loves you.”

———

post credits note: I honestly don’t know if this imagine made sense but I hope it comforts all of you my fellow deobis.

[donghoonie-3]

TBZ Masterlist

Here are my the boyz works :3 nothing much yet but hopefully will write some stuff!! Feel free to ask for tbz reactions or headcannons <3.

I hope you enjoy<3

S - Smut, SG - Suggestive, F - Fluff, A - Angst

Haknyeon

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

Younghoon

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

New

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

Juyeon

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

Hyunjae

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

Sangyeon

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

Changmin

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

Kevin

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

Jacob

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

Sunwoo

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

Eric

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰...

Drabbles;

Pretty Lips (S)

Reactions;

♡ Chanhee with femdom (S) <my view has changed on what I wrote there btw 😭 I think he'd be a brat</3>

Headcannons;

♡ Who's more into boobs (SG)

♡ Haknyeon and boobs (S)

[letteredwings]

Happy December everyone!

I plan to come back properly in the new year, but thought since it's December I would have a countdown of drabbles from the 12th up till Christmas, each day a different theme!

Info:

This mini-event is exclusively for ATEEZ and THE BOYZ

Only two requests per group will be accepted for each day.

If I notice that a certain member has too many requests, I may stop accepting requests for that member.

Rules:

Choose one member for one day

Each day has a genre attached to it and the request must be around that genre

You can request your own trope for each genre/day. For example Can I please have a magical au for day 2 where they are enemies to lovers

You may include up to two tropes per request

As this is a festive event requests must also be Christmas/Holiday themed please

Other add on's include stating if you would like your request to include fluff, angst, smut, comedy, mystery and if there are any others you would like, but unsure if its within the guidelines, you can ask me :)

This also means that you can be more specific about a genre. For example if the general genre for the day is horror you can make a request for a sub-genre horror like paranormal or slasher etc

ALL REQUESTS ARE NON-IDOL AU'S so please do not make a request that I feel is

I am trying to keep this event gender neutral. If the request asks for smut, it is likely that it will be a gender neutral reader with AFAB anatomy

Day 11 and 12 will be closed until the other days have been fulfilled

I am happy to give further information if you're unsure and can't wait to fulfil your requests <3

#Day 1. Disney - Ever reimagined yourself as a Disney Princess with your very own prince?

#Day 2. Fantasy - Christmas can be magical in all kinds of ways... it can also be devastating, your choice.

#Day 3. Crime - Well how about a Criminal Christmas?

#Day 4. Horror - Maybe Santa has a new way to deal with those on the naughty list, yikes.

#Day 5. Slice of Life - Sometimes you just need to go to a Christmas Market or drink some eggnog to feel alive.

#Day 6. Sci-Fi - Maybe you've ended up in a Christmas special of Doctor Who and now have an alien problem, or maybe there's an outbreak of zombies dressed as elves, who knows!

#Day 7. Holiday Romance - Just a good ole went away and fell in love.

#Day 8. Fairy Tale Rewrites - Maybe Rapunzel doesn't escape that tower. Maybe she's the one luring innocents there.

#Day 9. Action - Whether you're a superhero, or enemy spies, or simply on an adventure, there's never a holiday without drama.

#Day 10. Family - Whether it's found family, or starting your own, Christmas can make some great memories... or not.

#Day 11. ANY OF THE ABOVE MENTIONED COMBINED

#Day 12. ANY OF THE ABOVE MENTIONED COMBINED

[guavagyu]

welcome to my blog! ☺

more inactive! (when school starts, i will write WAY less often usually.)

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wips:

eyeshadow - y.jh (pts 5 & 6)

some drabbles abt mingyu!

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please please please read all of this (especially the writing info and the links listed at the very bottom, the info abt me is optional!)

main stuff and info (a lil bit is in my blog description too):

⋆⁺₊⋆ writing + kpop info!

☁︎ groups i stan and write for: ateez, txt, seventeen (ult), cravity (im very new to them tho), treasure, the boyz, onlyoneof, xdinary heroes, oneus, (more might appear)

☁︎ soloists i stan and write for: woodz, seori, (more might appear)

☾ disclaimer!! i will NEVER write nsfw for someone who is a minor, if i find out who sent the ask, i will report and block you. plus, this is mostly a nsfw blog, so mdni. if i find out that you're a minor and you interact with my works or follow me, i have no other choice but to block you.

☁︎ biases in those groups: seonghwa + wooyoung (ateez), ot5 (txt i just cant choose help), mingyu + jun (seventeen), minhee (cravity), haruto (treasure), junji (onlyoneof), jooyeon (xdinary heroes), seoho (oneus).

☁︎ most, if not all of my posts/works will be lowercase intended/all lowercase :)

☾ long note: i might write for idols outside of groups i stan if i have a request! idk it depends on my lvl of inspiration and depending on the person and group.

⋆⁺₊⋆ a lil info abt me!

☁︎ name: raven

☁︎ age: 25

☁︎ mbti: intp-t

☁︎ pronouns: any

☁︎ sexuality stuff: panromantic and pansexual, currently extremely confused abt gender lmao

☁︎ race: wasian (chinese + german)

☁︎ random facts : i loveee the mcu!! i also really love the red queen series!

☁︎ another random fact: i. love. interacting. so plsss plsss plsssssssss send asks abt anything!! i luv interacting w all of u 🫶

masterlist!

anon list!

guidelines + writing boundaries!

tysm for taking THIS much time to read all of my nonsense, and ty for being here with me <3

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