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[atinycafe]

[11:37AM] "Hit those pads a bit harder, babe," Yunho says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your fists, bare and determined, connect with the pads. You dance on your toes, delivering a punch that goes beyond the target, hitting his chest purposefully. You try to pull back, but he playfully holds you in place. "Okay, I'm done playing," you complain, your voice muffled against the black fabric of his compressed shirt. Your boyfriend, a boxer, occasionally brings you to his gym sessions, but today's invitation was for you to take a swing. You expected his usual sweetness, but he's strangely serious. "Come on, tiny, you've got more in you," he teases, but you vigorously shake your head, exhausted and just wanting to lie down. You surrender, collapsing into his arms, making him lift you effortlessly. "Nooooooo," you protest as he drags you towards a nearby bench, kicking and pushing the air dramatically like the playful brat you are. "You're such a kid," he chuckles, settling you down, you continuing your little protest until he shushes you down with his kisses.

[09:56PM] "Just like that baby, a bit tighter," Yunho whispers near your ear, peering down at the bandage wrapping around his knuckles. You smoothly loop it around each of his lengthy fingers, tucking the end neatly beneath a fold. His hand slips out of your grasp, fingers curling and unfurling as he tests the snugness. With a serious gaze, he evaluates the feel. Anticipation lingers as you hope you've done it right. His eyes lock onto yours, a smile finally breaking across his face. The hand he'd been testing finds its place on your head, a gentle pat following. "You did good." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your lips, silently expressing gratitude.

[02:09AM] "Why the tears? I won," he chuckles, playfully swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks, his large hand almost covering your face. Your sobs intensify as you notice his left eye, swollen and not crinkling like the other when he grins. He stifles another laugh. "'S not funny, your face's all fucked up!" you stammer through tears, wiping away the droplet of blood from his cut eyebrow. "You should see the other guy," he boasts, puffing out his chest, proud of his victory despite the bruises—turns out, the other guy got the worse end, a full-on knockout. Yet, he's still hurting, and you can't stand seeing him like this. "Shut up," you retort, clamping down on your lip as you give his shoulder a playful punch, eliciting a soft whine. Quickly, you grasp the spot you hit, worried you might have accidentally targeted a bruise. Pushing his shirt down to inspect, Yunho only pulls you closer. "Gotcha"

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[teasteeper]

15:42 ♱ 18+

you're squirming against the cool sheets, which feel all too uncomfortable on your burning skin. you press your knees together hard for some friction, digging your heels into the mattress and arching your back, tiny strangled whines leaving your throat as arousal swirls in your tummy.

hendery's dark, narrowed eyes meet your wide and watery ones. he's simply studying you, kneeling before you on the bed and ghosting his slender fingers up and down the side of your thigh, watching you gnaw on your plush bottom lip, your cheeks flushed hot pink. your chest heaves with shaky breaths, and he reaches a big hand forward to tug at one of your perked nipples.

"cock- your cock" your voice is so weak and desperate, hendery can feel his heart swell against his ribs, "fuck me, please"

he offers you a quiet moan that's more of a sigh as he takes his hands off you, closing his fingers around the silver chain around his neck and pulling it over his head.

"c'mere"

you lift yourself to sit up, feeling his knuckles brush your hair as he puts his necklace on you. it somehow feels longer around your neck than his, the pretty crucifix pendant resting between your breasts, the cool metal making you shiver.

"beautiful"

he leans down to kiss you, making you fall back against the pillow. you don't fight his hand pushing your thighs apart, laying between your legs to line up his cock to your soaked centre.

"be good. need you to take it all" he whispers against your parted lips, giving you another kiss to swallow your moans as he buries his length in your cunt. his deep thrusts hit the spongy spot inside you over and over, sending shocks of warmth through you. it makes your head fuzzy, scratching your nails down his flexed biceps on either side of you, staring up at his face.

his pale skin glows with a thin sheen of sweat, dark brows furrowed and pretty lips parted, his deep sighs fanning over your cheek. but his eyes are fixed between your breasts where his pendant sits. your pathetic whining snaps him out of his trance, looking up to your flushed face. he swallows thickly, eyes flitting over your face to take in your kiss swollen lips, lashes wet with unshed tears and pupils blown wide before meeting your lips in another kiss.

hendery can be so soft like this, all lazy thrusts and messy kisses. his chest is flush against yours, moaning into your mouth at the feeling of the cold chain on his skin. he melts at the sight of you in his clothes, even more when you wear the chain that means so much to him. he's adorning one of his prized possessions with another. you look so much like you're his, and it's enough to drive him to fuck you for hours, his pained moans getting raspier, dark hair falling over his eyes, pretty lips wet and swollen.

"y'so pretty when you take it. you know it, don't you. pretty fucking girl"

"my baby.. all mine. say it to me. mine mine"

[2800]

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[jeonghantis]

[ 11:27 PM ]

pairing ⇝ jeon wonwoo x reader.

tags ⇝ angst, smut, exes that still fuck

warnings ⇝ language, graphic sexual content, gn!reader but female body parts, ambiguous ending(?), emotional pain. lmk if i missed anything

word count ⇝ close to 1.4k words

minors do not interact.

smut tags under cut.

smut tags ⇝ marking, slow to rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, dirty talk. pls lmk if i missed anything

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” murmured Jeon Wonwoo as he greatly contrasted his uttered words when he sinks teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, adding another splotch of red to the array he’s left all over your chest.

You mirrored his sentiment, but did not speak it aloud. Instead, you let your body betray you as well, bucking your lower frame against his with your fingers threading through his dark curls, pulling him impossibly closer than he already was.

Wonwoo groaned, his warm breath caressing your skin, and his hands gripped your waist to pin you back down onto the mattress for his hips to dig deeply into yours. You feel him growing heavily against your clothed, throbbing core, and you let out a whimper both at the relieving pressure of it and at how it’s immediately not enough.

“Shit, you’re driving me crazy,” he grunted, tearing his mouth away from your neck to stare you down, lust a glimmering onyx in his eyes. “This is the last time I’ll ask you. Are you sure you want this?”

No, you wanted to say. No, because I’ll miss you again when it’s over. The pain that came after it all was excruciating. It blooms in your chest, slowly searing through your veins until you’re consumed whole and forced to feel nothing else. You’ll be haunted again once he walks out your door, seeing wisps of his smile when you shut your eyes and hearing the echoes of his laughter when the room goes still. No, you did not want it, but this was the closest you’ll get to having what you both once had. You wanted that again. You wanted more than this.

But again, you did not speak it aloud. You reached for his face and pulled him in for a kiss and let it all fade—the worry, the fear, and the pain. You focused on the feeling of his mouth, how you once believed it was a perfect fit on yours and how it still was. There was a moment of hesitation from Wonwoo before he’s easing up on you, having your lips meld in tandem with each other in a steady rhythm. 

Then you’re removing clothing off of each other’s heated bodies, leaving them strewn all over your bedroom floor without so much of a care. You’re still kissing him when he aligns himself at your weeping slit, then you’re parting your lips with a broken moan when he slips inside. He moves quickly to press kisses against your face, thumb swiping at a stray tear trickling down your cheek, as sweet praises fall from him.

“That’s it, angel,” he whispered over your ear before placing his lips against your forehead. “Relax for me a bit more, okay? You’re doing so well.”

You’re sobbing into his shoulder, sounding like an absolute mess of babbles, but you could not help it when you finally felt so complete. The hollow ache carved deep inside you was repleted to the brim, healing everything marred by the pain of your yearning. You let yourself savor it all, trying to commit every feeling to memory, because at the end of it all, you knew it was all temporary. No matter how many times you fall into bed with Jeon Wonwoo, the pleasure was fragile and fleeting, and you’d always be left alone more wounded than you were at the beginning.

“Are you okay?” Wonwoo asked softly, cradling your cheek with his palm, concern scrawled over his face.

You nod, trying for a smile with quivering lips as you lean into the warmth of his hand. “I am,” you said, voice cracking. “I’m okay. You can move now.”

He gave you an apprehensive look, unbelieving. But you quickly flatten your soles out on the bed as leverage as you begin to slowly fuck yourself up on him, to distract him from seeing past your crumbling self.

“Fuck,” Wonwoo exhaled out shakily, sparing a moment just to watch yourself use him so desperately, completely at awe and completely turned on by it all. After a few very messy strokes you make, he takes the reins, grabbing your thighs to spread them widely apart before pounding hard into you. His ruthless pace trembles your bones and you could do nothing but let him abuse your cunt as you whine high in pitch and volume. 

“Still so tight,” Wonwoo groaned, face pressed against your throat as he began to mouth at it, sucking and licking at your pulse points. “You haven’t let anyone else fuck your cunt, haven’t you?”

Your confirmation came out as an airy mewl, your arms thrown over his torso and nails digging into the muscled expanse of his back, drawing red angry lines all over.

The next thing he says catches you off guard, completely throwing you in a loop of great disarray and bliss. “This pussy is still mine, yeah?” Wonwoo had growled, emphasizing with a hand brought to press down hard on your clit. “All mine?”

You’re gasping, arcing into him with pleasure singing throughout your body. “Yes!” you sob out again. “It’s yours. All yours, Wonwoo. I’m all yours.”

When that last sentence left your lips, you’re immediately alarmed with a sharp intake of breath, your gaze frantic as you search Wonwoo’s face. But Wonwoo wore a smile, eyes glinting. Before you could really take in what that had meant, his fingers worked deft circles on your clit and his hips angle just right to brush against the golden nerves settled deep in you. 

It was messy. Moisture daubed the dips and curves of your bodies as you continued to seek after your own highs. Wonwoo’s movements had become increasingly heedless by the second, almost animalistic. The repeated, pointed thrusts against the nerves inside you had you sobbing into Wonwoo’s neck once again. The clenching, warm walls around Wonwoo had him heaving, his chest staggering. 

Then, your eyes meet. Reflecting flames of want flared.

Wonwoo pressed against you hard, fitting snugly inside as he painted your inner walls with thick, hot cum. The moan that left Wonwoo was both lecherous and heavenly at the same time, his large frame completely maddened by violent tremors of his orgasm.

You were just as gone, your eyes rolled up all the way to your skull. When you feel his warm release, your lust and greed are quick to possess you. Your hips lift again and ride out the waves of Wonwoo’s orgasm, milking out every single drop of cum out of his system. Wonwoo, though completely overtaken by his bliss, meets your pace albeit very sloppily but determined. It only takes a couple of more strokes until a vicious shudder ricochets throughout your body. Your mouth goes slack with one last cry of Wonwoo’s name, your cunt pulsing violently around the still-spurting length as your own arousal gushes out, making a mess between your heaving bodies. 

It’s silent for a while, only the sound of your breathing and his breaking through the air. Your bodies, slicked of sweat and mixed arousals, were heavy with exhaustion, barely moving as you both splay out on the mattress beside each other. You looked at each other and an air of uncertainty floated around you, just like it had many times before.

You were about to break the gaze away first, to head first into your bathroom to clean yourself up and save yourself from the sight of Wonwoo leaving. But for the second time that night, Wonwoo catches you off guard and reaches a hand out to hold onto your wrist.

“Stay,” he said. A word you wish you had said since the day you both decided to end your relationship. An action you wished he had done.

“Wonwoo,” you start off shakily.

“Just for while,” he insisted, eyes pleading. “Please?”

You chew on your bottom lip, hesitating. But your heart gave out in the end, and you lay right back down, inside the comforting cage of Wonwoo’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” Wonwoo breathed, pressing his lips against your temple. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you whispered back and nestled closer into his warmth, concealing your teary gaze away.

There, you lay together enveloped in silence, matching the rise and falls of each other’s chest, and settle in the flickering embers of the love you had for one another.

note: woof. i know this was random, but i feel like i had to get the angst out of me to move on to other writings. this is completely self-indulgent and written in one go. so once again, this is not proofread. i hope you enjoyed reading nonetheless :)

[janaem]

clay

just a reminder that the “___” is either your name or your crush’s name depending on the context

   [4:45 pm]

your crush decided to take you to your first ever private ceramics class. it was a beautiful autumn day and you both wore cozy outfits for comfort purposes. 

you two were taught how to make a small and plump vase--well you were being taught--your crush, on the other hand, had months of experience with pottery making. you couldn’t help but perceive in envy, while being on your third attempt of centering the fresh ball of clay that was crisp in your dampened hands.

you added water, pressed your elbows as tightly to you body as you could, biting your lip so hard it was sure to bleed in any moment, and hugged your finger as tightly around the mound as possible. unfortunately for you, the clay spun off and flew smack dab in the middle of your apron, your elbows splashed lightly with clay spots.

although you seemed calm on the outside, you couldn’t help but bite your tongue in frustration, your blood boiling throughout your body as you tore the mess from your apron.

you abruptly stood up about to put the wet heap of clay in the used clay bin, until you felt your crush’s hand tap you lightly. 

you immediately averted your eyes to him, and to the two freshly sculpted clay vases that sat flawlessly on his platter. was he fucking serious right now?  

his eyes gazed upon your subtly agitated expression. One thing you loved about ___ was how quickly he could read you like a book.

“___, sit down, i’ll get you a fresh one.” he said softly turning off their wheel whilst half struggling to get the mess from your hands. he stood up and walked over to the bin and tossed the old clay in and got some freshly cut clay from a counter by a large window. 

still standing, you couldn’t help but gaze upon his sunkissed figure as worked away with cutting away at the fresh block of clay whilst weighing it on a scale, adding and removing chunks if the weight wasn’t ideal. 

from afar he looked like an angel in the clouds of heaven crafting a new and mysterious creation.

it didn’t take them long before he was headed your way, the rays of sunlight trickling from each window that painted him with beautiful oranges and yellows.

his lightened eyes never left yours as he nodded his head, motioning you to sit. 

you do so, and after a brief moment of silence, you hear another chair scoot behind yours, immediately feeling the warmth of another body against your back.

you opened your mouth to say something, until ___ traces his fingers slowly across your forearm, while his other hand places the clay mound onto your wheel. warmth caresses your inner being, your heart rate increasing gradually once you felt the side of his face graze your ear. 

“just relax and let me guide you.” he reassures softly. 

your body goes limp, as if you were being taken under the care of a guardian angel. something about ___’s voice automatically relaxed you, and you certainly couldn’t say no now.

“press the peddle,” ___ directed, gently pushing your body forwards with his, “remember, lean forward and press your elbows against your torso...”

the wheel started to spin s you hesitantly pressed down on the peddle. both of ___hands were over yours now, the warmth and stability of his arms making you practically melt under their touch. 

you observed quietly as ___ helped mold your hands to center the clay properly, it was like teaching a kid how to ride a bike for the first time, only ___ was guiding you with his gently yet firm hands, directing your palms in whatever position needed. he  frequently reaches over by the jar of water and add it to the clay to avoid stickiness. 

moments later, ___ moves his hands up and gently slides his thumb across yours so that you both were pushing down onto the peak of the clay, which was caving in as it formed a whole. the tingling sensation in your stomach intensified as you felt his thumbs on your own, pushing and pushing further until you nearly reached the bottom of a now bowl shaped piece. how were ___’s fingers so light in such a difficult process?

“you’re doing good, ___, just a few more steps.” he said against your neck and you couldn’t help but sigh as they slide their fingertips up to your wrists reassuringly. his cool minty breath tickling the skin under your ear.

you nod absentmindedly, but you were focused on was the way  ___’s body caged yours, how his arms caged your smaller ones, and the way his hands guided yours with occasional massages from his thumbs. the contact alone instantly made you go feral, but you were sure good at hiding it. 

___’s  voice snaps you out of your sweet and savory trance, “i’m gonna let go now, just work your hands up like a showed you.”

you had no idea what they were talking about but your hands moved on their own. even though your hands felt feel empty without theirs, you could still feel him. 

well, he was still touching you, his hands glided across your arms and down to your waist, giving you a small squeeze, he was still leaned against you mumbling an occasional “mmhm” or a  “just like that”.

your mind was in two places at once, the magic work of your hands on the clay and the feeling of ___’s hands slyly moving up and down your waist as a way to calm you. this truly was a beautiful feeling, and you took in every second of it as his hands also made their way to your center, feeling you heart beat against your ribs. 

“your heart is beating so fast.” he commented with a small chuckle in the end.

“the clay is making me nervous, ___” you lied with small smile spreading across your face.

___ shook his head, “yeah, totally,” he the suddenly removes his hands from your stomach and onto your thighs, giving them a light tap, “stop the wheel.”

you pressed you heel against the elevated peddle, putting the wheel to a complete halt. 

you and ___ starred at the glistening vase before your eyes.

___wraps his arms around you tightly, waves of laughter rippled in between the both of you as you took in this moment of achievement. 

“you did it ___.” he whispered against your ear before planting a kiss on your temple.

[slytherinshua]

[ 10:02AM ]

genre. fluff. timestamp. warnings. blood, knife, & food mentions. pairing. niki x reader. wc. 344.

“Y/n!! I’m bleeding! I’m dying!”

You glanced up from your computer, contemplating whether to go save your “dying” boyfriend or finish your essay that was due in 2 hours.

“Y/n!!”

You sighed, pressing the save button and shutting your laptop, “It’s 10 am, babe. How did you manage to kill yourself already?!” You called out, walking to the kitchen where you found your boyfriend. He was standing over the counter, staring at his hand dramatically.

You glanced down at the counter. There was a piece of paper towel laid on it with two mangled strawberries and the bluntest pairing knife in the kitchen stabbed into one of them.

“Why’d you use this knife?” You grabbed it out from the poor strawberry and placed it in the sink. Niki started whining about how you cared more about the strawberry that was stabbed than him and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Your beloved boyfriend is bleeding! Don’t you care?” He gave you his best puppy eyes, and you grabbed his hand, inspecting his “wound”. The smallest cut you had ever seen was on his pointer finger, and a mere drop of blood was all that was coming out of it.

“Run your finger under some water and it’ll probably stop bleeding. If you can even call that bleeding…” You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous the situation had turned out to be, but your boyfriend followed your instructions within an instant.

“How come you were attempting to cut up strawberries?”

“I thought they would microwave better if they were cut…?” You couldn’t hold back your laughter at that answer.

“You and your microwaved strawberries…” You wrapped an arm around your boyfriend’s waist, hugging him to you. “Did your finger stop bleeding?”

“Y-yeah, I think it’s fine.” He stumbled over his words slightly and you looked up. His ears had turned bright red, rivalling the colour of the strawberries.

You smiled, “I have to go finish my essay. Good luck with your strawberries.” You rose on your tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

↳ enha taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @ddeonudepressions

[updatingranboo]

megathread of ranboo on aimseys subathon pt. 1

for all the boobers who want to know which sections of the sept 2023 aimsathon ranboo was on, here are some timestamps!

twitch vod link

among us: 2:03:45 - 3:46:00

mcci: 3:46:00 - 4:20:25

ranboo does impromptu dnd: 4:20:24 - 4:57:54 (dnd talk/context for the story starts around 4:09:00)

minecraft server with friends: 5:27:00 - 9:09:05

jackbox: 9:09:05 - 10:39:51

ranboo is very briefly in vc at: 13:56:00

more friend minecraft server: 14:14:00 - 15:49:00

mcci again: 15:49:00 - 16:15:00

fortnite: 16:15:00 - 20:54:30

aimsey plays games with chat with ranboo in vc: 25:35:14 - 26:23:34

chatting while guqqie does her makeup/plays stardew: 29:56:00 - 32:22:00

fortnite again: 32:22:00 - 34:06:14

new minecraft server: 34:06:14 - 43:19:00 :D

fun fact, ranboo has spent an approximate 29 hours on the aimsathon :D

[weird-bookworm]

9:52 ᴘᴍ

it was a quiet day. you went to college, attended classes, spent time with friends, and came home to minghao in a fluffy bathrobe, reading.

it was pleasantly surprising to see him back home to early. you settled in comfortably next to him after a quick shower, tucked in beside him, making you look smaller than you were.

some time later, you both gravitated towards each other, even closer, if it was possible. you laid your head on his lap, as he read and absentmindedly played with your hair. not even a few minutes had passed before you let out a loud yawn, startling minghao out of his daze.

"sleepy?" he quietly asked. you hummed back in reply and snuggled down further. he chuckled and continued playing with your hair.

"how was your day?" his voice was deep and calming and only lulled you further into slumber.

"hmm, nice," your voice was muffled as you replied back, "we had to submit an assignment tod—" you were interrupted by another yawn.

"sleep, bǎobèi, i'm here," he bent down to press a soft kiss on your hairline, continuing to card his fingers through your hair.

it wasn't long before you found yourself in a dreamless sleep, your body so relaxed after a long day that you felt as if you could float away any moment.

minghao stared at you as you slept, his heart growing fonder with each passing second. he pressed another light kiss, this time on your head, and smiled to himself.

[finnitesimal]

i miss phil and missa hanging out together but i do not have the time to rewatch all of those vods. do you have any favorite pissa moments that you could recommend?

I'm so glad you asked so I can rewatch all of them but off the top of my head we have

Right off the bat. the first time they meet! Around 03:37:20 on Missa's vod and 03:59:20 on Phil's, Phil drops into a river in front of Roier and Missa who immediately accost him for food, sand and/or cobblestone. After he points them in the direction of the nearest desert and Roier mildly threatens him, Missa says "I love you man" and Phil says "I love you bye" back. 10/10 first interaction very cool, conjures the image of philza minecraft emerging from a river and solidifies that missasinfonia is in fact a stronger man than me

- Phil joking that Chayanne wanted a black bed because he's emo and Missa going "just like his father" and you hear the slow realization between them after Phil laughs like wait a minute is he talking about me or

- 02:17:00 on Missa's, "I'm taken for, thank you very much" "no, I'm so happy with my partner" Establishing the relationship baby!!!! There was never a slash P. die by my blade

- 03:01:20 on Missa's 05:33:25 on Phil's you KNOW I'm putting "come to bed partner" in there. You know it. Sexo. Plus Double beds in Minecraft culture connotations

- Literally every instance of names. Punching walls

1) 01:47:10 - missa, when Phil get hit by a phantom "no toques mi querido"

2) 01:50:40 - missa, when everyone's names got changed to Tilin "darling, could you tell me what my name is"

3) 02:09:05 - phil joking about Chayanne being in highschool waiting for him to come back from the lag "sweetie, when do we move the weights and turn his room into the gym"

- whore things to say. 00:25:24 on Missa's "I've been so alone.... So very alone" whore things to say part two 04:13:00 on Phil's "you're looking awfully bare" the armor bit was cute though. I don't deserve you (foreshadowing my insanity on this)

- bonus not-with-phil quote "he makes me feel safe" about wishing they could play together again. Awe

- bonus not-with-missa quote "what an adonis of a man" minecraft streamers specifically using 'adonis' as a descriptor. Two nickels

BONUS

Not quite a Phil moment but there's a bit at 01:46:50 at this vod where Missa and Chayanne visit Charlie and after assaulting him in his own home Chayanne gets asked if he could provide bodyguard services against his bitch wife and while he looks for Flippa Chayanne asks Missa "nosotros no tenemos esos problemas/we dont have those problems" To which Missa answers no, (either) "Tus padres te quieren mucho/Your parents love you very much" OR "tus padres se quieren mucho/your parents love each other very much" still don't know which it is I think the second works with the situation better but as always spanish speakers please correct me if google translate is fueling my delusions

[yaasirambles]

Mingi "Dance with Me"

[9:00 p.m]

You and Mingi had left a kbbq restaurant, rain pouring outside. Mingi quickly ran out under the rain, spinning around with his arms out.

"What are you doing?" You laughed as you watched him

"Dancing in the rain. Don't I look sexy?" He bit his lip playfully and did a body roll, trying to make you laugh more

"oh yes very sexy" you say sarcastically, laughing at him again. Shaking your head as you watch him.

"Dance with me" He reaches a hand out towards you

"I don't knowww" You say unsure

He smiles and pulls you with him. Spinning you around and pulling your body close to his. The sounds of both of you giggling fill the sidewalk. You look at his face, his smile bright and wide.

He looks into your eyes as he holds you to him, his hands on your waist.

"You're so beautiful like this" He whispers as he leans his face closer to yours while you sway around in the rain.

"There are people looking." You say shyly, noticing people had been watching you two dance from inside the restaurant.

"Let them look" He leans in to kiss you deeply. The dim yellow streetlight illuminates both your bodies. The rain pouring down on you.

[softstraykidshours]

[4:18 pm] hyunjin flops back onto the hammock before smiling lazily up at you. his sunglasses keep you from seeing his eyes, but you can tell from the blissful look on his face that they are closed in contentment. both of you are tired from a lovely afternoon soaking up the sun at the beach and you know it won't be long before he dozes off.

you sit in the hammock next to his, watching as he tucks his hands behind his head, further mussing his already wild hair. the salty spray and wind from the ocean has done a number on his blonde locks, his hair now frizzy and jutting out in every direction. his cheeks are slightly pink from the sun and you find yourself unable to look away from how stunning he is when he looks like this.

"what are you staring at?" he murmurs quietly, turning his head on your direction.

"just you, my love," you reply simply before laying back to stare at the sky. you feel his hand fumble at the edge of your hammock and you reach out to grab it. your fingers silently intertwine and you both lay there peacefully enjoying each other's company, eventually dozing off as the hammocks sway slightly in the summer breeze.

[atinycafe]

I NEED HONGJOONG AND A READER WHO'S IN SUBPSACE FOR THE FIRST TIME, HOW WOULD THE AFTERCARE GO (its okay if u dont write for that, you can just ignore my request <3)

warnings: nsfw under the cut, dom!hongjoong, slight dumbification, sub space, use of pet names (pretty, baby, babydoll, sweet girl), protected sex (yay!!!), soft sex, doggy style, 0.9k wrds author's notes: im not uncomfy but im just not very into it so i have no idea if what i wrote acc is enjoyable to people j,ndfcgvh, and also the fact that idk anything about the kink, so this whole thing might be wayyy off topic masterlist

the sea sparkles brightly as the waves sway in a mesmerizing dance. you can hear the gentle sounds of the sea ebbing and flowing against the sandy shore. soft light spills into your summer house, illuminating it, while the balcony is open, allowing the ethereal white curtains to sway in the breeze.

you would coo at the little crabs if you could, as they reveal themselves on the shore. however, the insistent pounding noise behind you forces you to roll your eyes, blurring your vision. cries escape your lips as his hands settle on the small of your back, causing you to arch involuntarily. pressed onto the bed, your hands stretch out in front of you, grasping at nothing, your forearms hovering out of the mattress.

hongjoong's thighs slap against yours, propelling you forward with each motion. he's intense, his painted fingertips exerting firm pressure on your skin, leaving marks behind.

"my pretty baby," he sighs, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. his gaze remains fixated on the way your ass moves on his. biting his bottom lip, he suppresses his moans, not wanting to drown out your sweet whimpers. those whimpers, so delightful, drive him to thrust harder, fueled by pure desire. "you're so good for me, so adorable. i love you so, so much. do you love me, babydoll?"

it takes a moment for the question to register as you melt under his touch, but you manage to slurr out a response, "love you too," causing him to moan aloud. he smiles, enchanted by the slow pitch of your voice, finding you utterly endearing.

"good girl, always listening to me, takin' me so well, so good," he mumbles, feeling his climax building. he senses yours approaching too, as you tremble and writhe, succumbing to a mere state of wet neediness beneath him. "are you close, pretty? i can feel your pussy suckin' me in. such a greedy girl."

simultaneously, you both reach the peak of pleasure, your bodies giving in to exhaustion. you would slump onto the bed, were it not for hongjoong's strong hold on your waist. he withdraws, quickly discarding the condom, tying it off and tossing it aside. he turns you around, carefully examining your face with tender concern shining in his eyes.

immediately, he notices the dazed look in your eyes, your pupils fully dilated, and the post-orgasmic haze reminds him of his past experiences with ex-partners and their subdrop. he never expected it from you. your relationship has been going well for the past six months, the sex relatively vanilla, but hongjoong doesn't mind. not when you look so irresistibly cute beneath him. your inexperience led him to tread lightly with his more dominant side, but it came naturally to him, and unconsciously, you submit to him during intimacy. so, when he sees that familiar unfocused gaze, his body instinctively reacts.

"baby, look at me," he leans in, positioning his face right in front of yours. you offer him a lazy smile, playfully scrunching your nose, and he reciprocates with a gentle smile. "how do you feel, babydoll?"

you mumble something inaudible, attempting to provide an answer. anything will do when your tongue feels too heavy, too clumsy, too uncoordinated in your mouth. you blink slowly, the contact of his hand against your forehead creating a warm, fuzzy sensation in your brain. it blurs the periphery of your vision, allowing you to focus solely on his pretty face.

he's smiling, his teeth gleaming brightly. they seem sharp in the golden light. you feel like you're floating, detached from your own body, much like when the alcohol becomes too much. in both scenarios, hongjoong is always there to ground you.

"can't use your voice right now mmh pretty, tongue feels heavy huh," he remarks knowingly, and your eyes gradually widen as the information seeps into your brain, wondering how he knows. he smiles at your expression and murmurs a soft "cute."

"baby i need to clean you up, can i go get the towels," he asks, adjusting the pace of his words, ensuring they align with your clouded mind's comprehension. you take your time to process, your thoughts still hazy and elusive. but when you realize that his suggestion involves him leaving you alone, even for a minute, a visible sadness etches itself onto your face. you manage to release a small whimper before he soothes you with a hushing sound.

his voice lowers, deep and resonant, as he whispers promises of not leaving you alone. he settles down beside you, his arm forming a comfortable support under his head, and draws you into his embrace for cuddling. he guides your head to rest on his bare chest, the stickiness of your sweaty skin unimportant to either of you. you begin to feel drowsy, but you still crave his attention. so, you maneuver your head to get a glimpse of his face, only to find his chin in your view.

sensing your gaze on him, he tilts his head down until your droopy eyes meet his, shimmering with light. a smile forms on his lips as he raises his eyebrows, questioning you wordlessly. he runs his free hand through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, as if coaxing your brain back into action.

you open your mouth, but no words emerge, and hongjoong can't help but coo at your slightly frustrated expression. he leans closer, his lips descending upon yours, delivering a tender kiss, while softly suckling your bottom lip.

"my sweet girl, fucked you so hard you forgot how to speak."

[teasteeper]

19:07 💭 18+ wanna be corrupted by hendery ;c

he likes seeing you embarrassed, fucking you until you’re wet and sticky and dumb and then fucking you more. it’s so amusing to him to see his sweet girl a panting mess under him, letting wads of spit fall from his lips all over you, making your face and tits and cunt all messy. he ruts his cock into you fast and hard, pushing his slender fingers into your mouth and pulling them out to smear your spit over your lips and cheeks to mix with his. his heart swells when you recoil, furrowing your brows and trying to turn your cheek in his grip, “hen- don’t.. you’re so gross”

“speak up, baby, you’re slurring”

he fucks your mouth so dirty, his thumb hooked in your mouth and pulling your lips wide, the other hand on the back of your neck. he goes slow, watching your cheeks and throat fill out as he pushes his cock in, watching you drool as he pulls it out. “y’such a pretty little dummy.. stop squirming, m’gonna take care of you”

and sometimes he films you, scrubbing through the shaky footage to watch you go dumb on an infinite loop. he thinks you’re so pretty when your eyes and nose run, lips trembling and mumbling nonsense up at him

[mlmicore]

11:56 PM

late night showers ✧ l. hs

warnings: established relationship, implied rough sex, pet names (use of angel and baby), so much fluff, comfort, aftercare, hee being an absolute sweetheart, (implied) reader passes out after some hot and steamy shower sex with hee. gn! reader 🫶🏻

"y/n, baby." you hear someone call out. your mind is fuzzy, ears ringing while your throat is dried than the sahara desert. it feels like your entire body is deprived of moisture and yet, you feel some kind of wetness around your lower half.

"baby, can you hear me?" the voice breaks through the ringing in your ears again. your limbs feel weak and limp, and a stinging sensation burned past your eyelids as you tried to bear them open.

"h-hee." you brokenly call out, voice rough like sandpaper against wood. "angel," the voice sounds relieved, and there's a gentle touch brushing your hair away from your face. the hand is wet and cold against your warm and flushed skin. "are you okay? do you need anything?" heeseung worriedly asks, his voice reaching a whisper so he doesn't spook you too much.

you nod your head, leaning into his hold. your mind then registers the fact that you're in the bathtub, and everything comes crashing down on you like an unstable dresser. aloud sigh escapes your lips, overwhelmed at earliers sexcapades.

"was i too much? you passed out when you came and i got worried, so i ran a bath in hopes to help ground you." hesseung knew baths were something that helped you relax, the gentle swish of water flower around your body was enough to ease the tension settled within your nerves.

"you did amazing, hee." you answer him, and despite your throat literally feeling like its being torn apart, the small smile on your boyfriend's face was enough to tame the panic in his eyes. "i loved it, even if it was so fucking warm in that shower." you chuckled, cheek pressed against his bare chest.

heeseung's arms were wrapped loosely around your waist, just a simple and comforting hold that made you feel safe and secure. he wasn't going to let you go and leave you. heeseung cherished you more than his expensive gaming set-up that he saved up on for months. it made your heaet swell, feeling so any emotions when you would catch a glimpse of that gaze he gave you; ever so loving and joyful, sparkly and bright like a crystal.

"i'm still sorry for pushing you too much, angel." he sounds guilty. a small sigh leaves your lips, reaching for the hand that rested over your tummy and intertwining his fingers with yours. "it's okay, baby. maybe next time, we turn the shower to cold instead of hot when we have sex in there." you joked, hoping to raise his sullen demeanor. it seems to work, pushing out a little chuckle from your boyfriend.

"okay, angel. i trust you." he places a gentle kiss on your temple, nosing at your slightly damp hair. you turn yout head, looking up at him with the purest form of love in your eyes.

"i trust you too." you whisper against his lips, placing a soft kiss against his heart shaped lips. they're soft, rosy and plump to perfection. it was worth bothering hee to sleep with some chapstick on everynight. you can feel your boyfriend smile mid-kiss, returning it with a gentle force. nothing too passionate nor heated.

when you pull away, the two of you share a quiet laugh. heeseung leans his head ontop of yours, the both of you feeling content at the moment until your throat begins to hurt with every swallow. "how about we get out this bath? i feel like a raisin and i'm in dire need of water."

heeseung laughs once more, the sound heavenly and melodic like a little tune from an old music box. hearing him laugh was oke of your biggest comforts in life, besides a warm bowl of beef soup on a cold, winter's day while you snuggled up against heeseung's figure like a little koala bear.

"okay, angel." he answers, pecking you on the cheek once more.

[jeonghantis]

https://twitter.com/dindinowo/status/1657312174568767488?s=46&t=gMNFXRsnYXE0OiELxeVYXw

i know he is probably just sleepy but….. dacryphilia go brrrrrr

✧ — [11:33 PM] (k.mg)

PAIRING ⇝ kim mingyu x reader.

TAGS ⇝ established relationship, smut.

WARNINGS ⇝ language, gn!reader, small caps are intentional, explicit sexual content (MINORS, DNI!).

EXPLICIT WARNINGS ⇝ sub!mingyu, dom!reader, top!mingyu, bottom!reader, praise (mingyu is called pretty and if u dont fuck w that click out), dacryphilia, teasing, tear licking (does this need a warning), handjob, orgasm denial, edging, penetration, unprotected sex. lmk if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT ⇝ 842 words.

note: congratulations, anon. you made me so feral that you're getting a short, probably poorly written drabble. 😁 because holy shit……… tell me why my stomach flipped when he started wiping his tears…. anyway i’ll tell you 😋 i hope you enjoy hehehehehhehe. this was written completely on a whim so it is not proofread one bit and it's a bit less detailed than my usual writings and different. it is just me pouring my brainrot out. i am so SORRY.

reblogs & comments are very much appreciated.

hard hours are open.

you’ve been stroking his cock for god knows how long, but every time he feels like he’s close to cumming, on the brink of toppling over into a euphoric high, you wrench away your hands away from him. he’s mewling and just so pathetic as his hips stutter up into the air as if to chase after that stolen bliss to no avail. 

“you’re adorable, baby,” you lilt sweetly, leaning down to press a feathery kiss atop his leaking tip as a reward—or was it to further taunt him? “can i see it again? can you handle one more?”

no, absolutely not, he wants to say, but defiance had long quelled away from him since the third (fourth?) time you’ve denied his release.

“i-i don’t know,” mingyu exhales shakily, glistening eyes wavering to meet your gaze. “m-maybe?”

“it’s a yes or no question, darling,” you smile and squeeze around the base of him which earns a delightful throb from him. 

mingyu worries on his bottom lip. “just one more?”

“just one more,” you reassure. 

his eyes shut. “then yes, i can.”

a grin. “you’re so good for me, gyu.”

and so, mingyu is enduring another round of your cruel ministrations with his hands remaining stubbornly at his sides as you told him to, clenched so tightly into fists that his nails imbed red crescents into his palm. pleasure was a fiery flame from where it sparked once again in his abdomen, licking its way up his veins and swallowing everything in its path. it fogged his brain, compelling him to focus on nothing else but its passionate blaze. mingyu was almost lost in it, the remaining fraction of his sanity almost completely consumed. then his moans grow louder in volume and frequency, his thighs flexing -

and you’re pulling your hands away from him once again, darkened and eager eyes watching his every move. 

something in mingyu breaks then and it was not the sweet release he had been hoping for. tears flow from his eyes, staining his cheeks in a wet sheen. his sobs comes with tiny hiccups, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, and yet he’s still babbling his pleas and mantras of your name through it all. he’s gone. he’s so impossibly gone in his own desires and need, and all you could do was just stare. you stare and take it in with widening eyes and a pounding heart.

“oh my god,” you whisper under your breath. 

you’re torn. your first instinct is to panic, to coddle your lover and wipe his tears away and reassure him of everything good in the world. but beneath, the underlying and somehow very overwhelming part of you wants to laugh. oh, it’s sick. you’re absolutely sick to be deriving pleasure from this. but god help you, there was just something so gratifying about seeing a hulk of a man trembling and crying under you because of you. 

“you did so well, gyu,” you croon, finally lifting yourself from your position to finally climb over his sprawled figure. “god, you look so pretty right now.”

mingyu lifts a hand to start dabbing at the tears that continue to cascade down his face, then up to his eyes where they blur his vision. “was i not pretty before now?” he murmurs weakly.

you laugh. “i see you’re fine enough to be joking around.”

“i’m so very far from fine,” he sulks with pouted lips, his hands coming to rest on your waist. “i need to cum inside you to be fine.”

“of course,” you snicker and seat yourself down on him, your throbbing arousal resting neatly on top of his own. the softest moan slips from your lips, while the loudest slips from his, his grip on your waist tightening just the slightest bit.

“please,” mingyu sobs out, looking at you with his pupils blown out wide from pure, primal lust. “please, baby, i don’t think i can handle any more. just please fuck me.”

you gave a fake hum of consideration just as your hips roll deep, dragging your crotch over his with one lazy, delicious drag that draws out the most pitiful whimper from mingyu.

“well, since you asked so nicely,” you say, wearing the sweetest smile on your face. 

“thank you,” he breathes out when he feels your hand wrap around his girth again.

“thank you,” he says again when you press his blunt tip to your fluttering hole.

“thank you,” he mewls out when you finally sink down on him, swallowing every inch of him in your luscious heat. 

you reach forward, thumbing away at the new set of tears that he had not known were running down his cheek. you bring your finger to your mouth, lapping at the salty drops you gathered, and your lips only pull wider into a grin. 

mingyu let out another sob.

“for the record,” you start, cradling his face gingerly in your hands. “you’ve always been pretty. i just find you a just little bit prettier when you’re crying for me.”

*cut to mingyu cumming in one stroke* hehehhe

© circlesol. all rights reserved. do not re-publish, translate, plagiarise, edit any of my work on any other platform.

[hardstraykidshours]

[7:28pm] - [bc]

pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff 18+ (minors dni)

length: 1.2k

warnings: profanity, suggestive/sexual content, tit play, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), cream pie, cum play, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

a/n: this was a request by @straykids-97 to continue one of our chan ficmas posts so if you want to read the first part you can read it here: pt. 1

you tug lightly on his hand once more, and he lowers himself back down on top of you, a wicked grin on his face. 

“not done with me yet?” he murmurs, and you slide your hands up the smooth planes of his back to pull him even closer. he settles his body against yours, and you revel in the exquisite feeling of his warm, bare chest pressed to your skin.

“never,” you whisper back before closing the distance between your lips.

he kisses you lazily but deeply, tongue teasing yours with every movement of his mouth. he slides one hand up to curl around the back of your neck, fingers twining in your hair. every previously satiated nerve in your body is on high alert again, growing more and more desperate for more with every brush of his lips and swipe of his tongue. when he suddenly bites your lower lip, dragging his teeth across it, a sudden burst of heat shoots straight to your core, and a tortured moan slips out of you, the sound swallowed by chan’s mouth as he continues kissing you.

he slides his other hand up your side, lifting his chest just enough to give him access to your breast. he starts expertly playing with your tits, his fingers rolling your nipples in a way that has your eyes rolling back. the leftover wax coating your skin makes it all feel like an entirely new sensation, one that causes you to break the kiss to gasp for breath.

he continues this delicious torture for several minutes, pausing only to swap hands in order to tease your other breast in the same manner. by the time he’s satisfied with his work, you are a desperate, whining mess, writhing beneath his touch as you fight for more contact.

when his hand begins to slide down your sides to where you are aching for him, yours immediately shoot to his hips, quickly ridding him of his sweats and boxers. 

“always so needy for me, baby girl,” he chuckles while settling himself back between your legs. he rolls his hips, grinding his dick against your soaked pussy. he inhales sharply as he does, eyes fluttering closed at the exquisite sensation.

“luckily, you’re not the only one,” he leans in to whisper in your ear, and you feel him align himself with your entrance. “you absolutely ruin me.”

the moan you try to bite back when you hear those words slips out when he slowly thrusts into you. inch by inch, he fills you until his hips finally reach yours. he pauses his movements when he bottoms out, both of you completely enveloped by the other. reaching up, he gently tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“i love you so much,” he murmurs before leaning down and kissing you so tenderly that you swear your heart skips a beat. 

“and i love you more than anything in this world,” you whisper back, your lips brushing his as you speak. the corners of his mouth tip up into a smile, and his eyes shine with pure joy in the firelight before they close when he kisses you again. 

he kisses you passionately and twines his fingers with yours as he starts moving again, connecting the two of you in every way possible. 

he slowly fucks you, leisurely thrusting in and out. his free hand drags down your side, sensually tracing the curve of your waist and then your hip before slipping down to grip your ass. using his hold on you as leverage, he arches you up into him, changing the angle and causing you to break away from his lips in order to gasp and moan in pleasure. you somehow feel him so much deeper, and every stroke is now hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl with pleasure.

as your moans grow louder and more frequent, he leans back, disconnecting your hands in order to grip your hips with both hands. the flickering light from the fire reflects off the sweat starting to coat chan’s chest, shining in a way that highlights the way his muscles ripple with every movement. you can’t take your eyes off his body as you take in every inch of his perfect form. 

“mmm, i love when you look at me like that,” he groans, picking up the pace as he starts to lose his grip on control. “it makes me feel so--fuck…” he grits his teeth, his grip on your hips tightening when he feels you suddenly clench around him. pleasure shoots through you at his reaction, and you repeat the motion. 

“fuck, baby girl,” he chokes out. “i won’t last long if you keep doing that.” in response, you simply clench around him again, and his hips buck against yours.

he starts pounding into you, unable to hold back any longer. determined to bring you with him when he falls apart, one of his hands snakes between the two of you, his thumb starting to expertly circle your clit. white hot pleasure instantly shoots through your veins, and the tension that was growing skyrockets, a knot rapidly forming in your core. moans pour freely from your lips, and you watch as chan’s eyes screw shut in focus, every muscle in his body straining as he tries to hold off his release.

luckily for him, he won’t have to hold off for long.

when he buries his head in the crook of your neck and doubles his efforts on your clit, the knot suddenly breaks, and you unravel beneath him, legs starting to shake as your orgasm crashes over you, filling every part of your body with overwhelming pleasure.

the sensation of your walls rippling around him, gripping his cock so perfectly, is too much for chan to take, and his own release finds him. he bites your shoulder as he cums, the sound of his groans muffled against your skin. his teeth scrape along your collarbone, his lips replacing them as he comes down from his high. his mouth trails along your shoulder and neck, soothing the flesh he just claimed with his teeth while he whispers sweet words against your skin. 

eventually he pulls out, but stays settled on top of you, the juices that were coating his dick now spread across your stomach causing your skin to slide against and stick to his. he lazily kisses you for a few more minutes as you both catch your breath.

“so? was fireplace sex everything you hoped it would be?”

“it was even better. it was also much hotter than expected,” you reply, winking slyly at him.

“definitely hotter. and in more ways than one. now how about we go shower all of this off?”

he sits back on his knees and his gaze scans your body, taking in the sheen of sweat and trails of now-hardened wax covering you. his eyes fixate on your stomach where your skin shines with a mixture of both your juices from when he settled back down on you after pulling out. bending down he flattens his tongue and slowly swipes it across the mess coating your abdomen before sucking lightly on your skin. “well maybe not all of it.”