#yeah ok. now colour it in | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

vinceaddams · 9 months

Text

Early 18th (and late 17th) century fashions are so under-utilized in vampire media and I think it's a damn shame.

I don't actually think I've ever seen a single image of a vampire character in an early 18th century suit. Hardly any movies set in that era either, and hardly any historical costumers who do it. (Even my beloved gay pirate show set in 1717 takes nearly all of its 18th century looks from the second half of the century. Not enough appreciation for baroque fashion!!)

Yes I love late 18th century fashion as much as anyone, and 19th century formal suits are all very well and good, but if you want something that says old, dead, wealthy, and slightly dishevelled, then the 1690's-1730's are where it's at.

(Retrato del Virrey Alencastre Noroña y Silva, Duque de Linares, ca. 1711-1723.)

There was so much dark velvet, and so many little metallic buttons & buttonholes. Blood red linings were VERY fashionable in this era, no matter what the colour of the rest of the suit was.

(Johann Christoph Freiherr von Bartenstein by Martin van Meytens the Younger, 1730's.)

The slits on the front of the shirts are super low, they button only at the collar, and it's fashionable to leave most of the waistcoat unbuttoned so the shirt sticks out, as seen in the above portraits.

(Portrait of Anne Louis Goislard de Montsabert, Comte de Richbourg-le-Toureil, 1734.)

Waistcoats are very long, coats are very full, and the cuffs are huge. But the sleeves are on the shorter side to show off more of that shirt, and the ruffles if it has them! Creepy undead hands with long nails would sit so nicely under those ruffles.

(1720's-30's, LACMA)

Embroidery designs are huge and chunky and often full of metallic threads, and the brocade designs even bigger.

(1730's, V&A, metal and silk embroidery on silk satin.)

Sometimes they did this fun thing where the coat would have contrasting cuffs made from the same fabric as the waistcoat.

(Niklaus Sigmund Steiger by Johann Rudolf Huber, 1724.)

Tell me this look isn't positively made for vampires!

(Portrait of Jean-Baptiste de Roll-Montpellier, 1713.)

(Yeah I am cherry-picking mostly red and black examples for this post, and there are plenty of non-vampire-y looking images from this time, but you get the idea!)

And the wrappers (at-home robes) were also cut very large, and, if you could afford it, made with incredible brocades.

(Portrait of a nobleman by Giovanni Maria delle Piane, no date given but I'd guess maybe 1680's or 90's.)

(Circle of Giovanni Maria delle Piane, no date given but I'd guess very late 17th or very early 18th century.)

Now that looks like a child who's been stuck at the same age for a hundred years if I ever saw one!

I don't know as much about the women's fashion from this era, but they had many equally large and elabourate things.

(1730's, Museo del Traje.)

(Don't believe The Met's shitty dating, this is a robe volante from probably the 1720's.)

(Mantua, c. 1708, The Met. No idea why they had to be that specific when they get other things wrong by entire decades but ok.)

(Portrait of Duchess Colavit Piccolomini, 1690's.)

(Maria van Buttinga-van Berghuys by Hermannus Collenius, 1717.)

Sometimes they also had these cute little devil horn hair curls that came down on either side of the forehead.

(Viago in drag Portrait of a lady, Italian School, c. 1690.)

Enough suave Victorian vampires, I want to see Baroque ones! With huge wigs and brocade coat cuffs so big they go past the elbow!

#long post #vampires #fashion #history #18th century #17th century #someday. SOMEDAY I will make a black/red/dark orange/metallic gold 1720's suit #I've got nearly all the materials I just need to:#1. Learn how to make early 18th century metallic thread buttons‚ preferably without having to buy the super expensive kind of thread #2. get a wig and style it appropriately

2K notes · View notes

spiralsdrop · 3 months

Text

This is a hypnosis story I've always loved:

“My friends and I were at a bar across town. It was dark, a little loud, underground, with dim red lights and drinks that cost too much. But there were lots of plush little booths and we managed to snag ourselves a corner, so we sat and got deep into drinking and chatting.

After an hour or so, there was a big commotion going on in one corner with people falling around laughing. Before we saw what was going on, everyone involved had stumbled away hooting and giggling. But my friend Rachel leads me over and there’s this young guy kind of holding court.

“What’s going on?” Rachel asks, over the music.

“Oh, I’m hypnotising people,” he says, casually, like people do that all the time.

“For real? You’re a hypnotist?”

“Yes I am,” he says.

Rachel thinks this is hysterical. I think it sounds ridiculous.

“We should dooooooo this!” she says, waving over the two other friends we’re out with.

“Should we?”

“We should! YOU should.”

“I don’t think so,” I say, but she’s already tugging on this guy’s arm… and pushing me towards him.

“Hypnotise Emma!”

“Yeah?”

“She REALLY wants to!”

He looks at me.

“Do you want to?”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure I’m un-hypnotisable.”

“Well,” he says. “Wanna find out?”

“You can try,” I say. I’m smirking a little bit. Silly me.

“Well, OK then. Here, take a seat.”

Like I said, I thought it was ridiculous.

There are two small wooden chairs facing each other and I sit in one. I smooth down the short, tight little dress I’m wearing. He – neat grey t-shirt, jeans, a tattoo of swirling black lines, like a soundwave, on one arm, a mischievous sparkle in his deep brown eyes, like someone who’s just had a sinfully good idea – sits on the other one, pulls it closer so our knees are almost touching. I’m a little nervous… but determined not to let it show.

“OK,” he says. He takes my arms and places them on the arm of my chair, palms up. He holds my hands with his and gives them a reassuring squeeze.

“You OK?”

“I’m fine.”

“This is going to be fun, OK?”

“Well, if you say so.”

Three of my friends are now gathered watching us. I hear Rachel say “I bet she thinks she’s a chicken five minutes from now.”

He lets go of my hands and wraps his gently around my wrists, his thumb on each, like he’s taking my pulse. He starts talking to me low and urgently, looking into my eyes warmly.

“So what’s your name?”

“Emma.”

“Where are we?”

“A bar.”

“What colour are the lights here?”

“Red.”

“Only red?”

“Some white.”

“What’s your name again?”

“Emma.”

”OK, Emma. We’re good.”

His thumbs are tracing circles on my skin.

His questions became… rhetorical. Think of my feet on the floor. Were they heavy? Did it feel good to just rest them there? Doesn’t it feel warm? Isn’t the chair comfortable?

It did feel comfortable. It felt like the second when an elevator stops descending and you’re that little bit heavier. I felt warm like sinking into a fresh bath. He put his hand on my bare shoulder. It felt solid and good.

Didn’t I feel calm? Isn’t it nice? Try closing my eyes. Keep listening to his voice. Even raised over the music is voice, is like a heavy blanket on a lazy Sunday. His hand slides to rest under my hair, on the back of my neck. Weren’t my wrists relaxed? Like they could rest on the arms of the chair forever. His other hand taps out a rhythm on my knee. Calm like warm sunshine on my skin. The sounds around me drift off into a dull hubbub. This was more relaxing than I th…

…I open my eyes and time has jumped just a little. Maybe it’s a few seconds later – or a few minutes? Which was weird. But it can’t have been long. My friends were all still there. And I still felt good. Calm. Nice. The rest of the world feels a little muffled, like the air is thicker.

“All awake, Emma?”

I nod.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel… fine.”

“That’s good.”

He rested his fingertips on my wrists and… oh.

“How does that feel?”

For some reason, it felt SO good. It was like one of those feelings that ran all through your body, like the feeling I get when my neck is being kissed, or my nipples are teased, or having ‘good girl’ growled quietly in my ear.

“It feels good,” I murmured. I was still sort of sleepy.

His fingertips started running slowly up and down my wrists, from my up-turned palms to the crook of my elbow. It was like the sexiest teasing I’d ever felt. Tingles rushed up to my shoulders and through my chest. I could feel my nipples getting hard under my dress.

“Do you like the way it feels?”

I nodded. The tingling was spreading through my tummy and between my legs. I was calm and floaty and burningly turned on all at once. He pulled his hands away. I bit my lip in frustration.

“More?”

“Yeah.”

He picked up his chair and moved it. I felt him sit down behind me. He leaned in close and whispered “Close your eyes…” into my ear. I did what I was told.

The moment his hands touched my back I gasped like lightning ran down my spine to my crotch. Every tiny hair on my neck stood up in reaction to his touch.

“Fuck.”

Each stroke of my shoulder blades felt like being stroked… everywhere, all at once. My clit was getting harder and more sensitive with each rub. My underwear felt hot and wet. I could barely control my breathing.

His hands slid over my shoulders and teasingly over my upper arms. It was like ecstasy. Just the fabric of my underwear against my clit was delicious. I slid my ass against the wooden chair instinctively trying to find some friction or relief. As he blew gently on the back of my neck I leaned back and spread my legs in the confused hope of being touched. I fucking ached with pleasure.

“It’s such a strong feeling,” he murmured in my ear, “when you think about it.”

He pulled his hands away once again. My heart was thudding in my chest, my nipples were hard through the fabric of my dress which had ridden up from my accidental grinding against the seat. Even with my eyes closed, I looked like a hot mess but I was so turned on I was beyond caring. I was just glad the club was so dark.

He puts brought his chair around to my side and just in front, so it was perpendicular to me. He sits in, close.

“How are you feeling?”

I open my eyes. I’m dimly aware of the giggling of my friends, and the gaze of some other onlookers over me. I feel a wave of heat as my face reddens.

“Don’t worry about them,” he says. “Look at me.”

“This is crazy,” I mouthed.

”I told you it would be fun.”

I’m speechless.

“Keep going?”

I was nodding before I even thought about it.

He scoots in front of me a little more. “Put your leg on my lap, Emma.” I lift my bare leg and place it tentatively across his knees.

His hand rests on my knee and a jolt of pleasure hit me. It snakes up my thigh to my wet cunt and fizzles deep me, my hips twitching. To my embarrassment I let out a moan of pure pleasure.

His fingertips are stroking my skin in soft, little circles. My thighs are starting to shake. Laughter among the crowd sends me blushing. He shakes his head in their direction and then looks at me.

“Emma, look at me.”

His twinkling eyes lock mine.

“You’ve been doing really well. Don’t worry about them. Listen to my voice.”

I nod in breathless agreement. His fingertips start drumming slowly on top of my thigh, one-two-three, one-two-three, one-two three..

It feels like a fluttering feeling inside me and I scrunch my eyes closed in delight. I squirm in my seat, squeezing my thighs together tightly just for a hint of pressure on my clit.

“Emma, look at me.”

“You’ve been doing really well. I know it feels intense. It feels so strong…”

I’m trembling with each quickening tap. One-two-three-one-two-three-one-two-three-one-two-three…

“It’s getting stronger and stronger, Emma. Like you can’t hold back.”

The drumming moves imperceptibly up my thigh, to the edge of my dress and it feels 100 times stronger. I’m arching my back. My hands grip the arm of the chair like they’re my bedsheets when I’m touching myself. I’m so close…

“Emma, listen to me.”

“Oh my god.”

“Emma, listen.”

“I’m… please… I…”

“Let go.”

With those two words the orgasm hits me like an explosion, my thighs clamping together, the contractions in my cunt are so strong I bend double in my chair.

“Let go.”

It feels like I’m being fucked hard and deep while I cum, my g-spot is spasming with pleasure. I cry out helplessly.

“Let go.”

His hand gripping my thigh sends another orgasm shivering through my clit and then bursting inside of me. I feel a hot flood of wetness soak through my panties as I involuntarily squirt a little.

“Let go.”

I slump back in the chair as my hips jolt into the air. I can hear my friends shrieking with laughter as they watch me orgasm uncontrollably. I try to hold back but I can’t stop cumming. Each squeeze of my thigh sends another wave of powerful juddering contractions through my pussy, makes me moan, twitch, gush, gasp, grind, shake, cum.

I’ve never cum for so long.

“OK, you. Come here.”

He takes my leg off his lap and comes in close to me. He wraps his hand on my neck and pulls me toward him, my forehead resting on my shoulder, exhausted and trembling. “Just relax,” he murmurs. “Listen to my voice…”

I sink back into a calm darkness.

A few moments later I wake up, sheepish and embarrassed… but even so, I can’t stop grinning. He strokes my wrist one last time – no unbearable pleasure, this time – and smiles. I tentatively stand up, and my legs are like jelly. Rebecca grabs me incredulously and says “OH. MY. GOD.”

“I. KNOW.”

I tell her I have to excuse myself to use the bathroom and shakily stumble in that direction. It’s busy with girls streaming in and out, but in the mirror, I see my face and chest are flushed pink. And my hair’s a mess.

I shut myself in the cool dark cubicle and slide off my panties, down my ankles and over my shoes and step out of them. They’re so drenched from my cum I throw them in the trash can. I instinctively reach between my legs and fuck, I’m still so wet and sensitive. I lean back against the cubicle door and let my fingertips find my slick, hard, throbbing clit. It feel so good to finally feel the touch my body had been craving.

Around me were the sounds of doors opening and closing, girls talking, water running, the throbbing music from next door and the hand-dryer blowing.

I was so hungry to feel full inside and I greedily pushed two fingers deep inside, sliding in deliciously easily. My knees buckled with satisfaction as I slowly, quietly fucked myself. Each time the hand dryer switched on, I pumped my fingers in and out hard and fast, the noise of the motor covering the sounds of my wetness, until it stopped and I had to wait for more agonising seconds.

When I couldn’t take it any more, with one last blast of the hand dryer, I frantically rubbed my clit, my other hand grabbing my tit, and then those commanding words “Let go… let go… let go…” suddenly reverberating in my head, until, my hand clamped over my mouth, I came for the second time that night, my legs buckling in shock, sliding down the cubicle door until I was sat on my heels, waves of pleasure still shuddering through my thighs.

I sat on the toilet for a few minutes and straightened myself out, until the red flush of orgasm had faded from my chest. Then I went back out to join my friends… embarrassed, sans underwear but oh-so-satisfied.

And when I’m alone, the words ‘let go…’ can still push me over the edge sometimes :)”

I would love to give proper credit to this author. If any of you know who wrote this please let me know so I can tag them and give them the credit they deserve.

#hypnosis #hypnotized girl #hypnogasm

571 notes · View notes

thefantasyden · 3 months

Text

Stray Kids as Daddy Doms

I seperate their non-sexual and sexual dominance so this is a bit long but I love it. I hope you guys enjoy ♡.

Chris:

Non-sexually: The epitome of soft daddy. Chris never wants to say no to you, and his favourite thing on earth is babying you when you get needy because he thinks you're so damn cute. Chris loves having his baby around when he's stressed or overworked because you're always so obedient and eager to please him, and it makes him feel like the luckiest man on earth. He's so grateful for the way you make him feel important and needed, and the second he's in that Daddy zone, you can't get him away from you. He's the clingiest Daddy, and he wants to stay wrapped around you. He's rarely ever strict because the second you start acting out, he's babying you back to being his obedient angel.

"C'mere baby. Come give Daddy some attention, ok?"

Nickname he calls you: Little One

Sexually: PLEASURE DADDY. Oh, my dearly beloved Chris. He is the poster child for giving, and he won't be satisfied until he has you completely falling apart before his eyes. He's stern in the most wonderful way, telling you to keep your eyes open, never letting you cover your face. Daddy Chris is the type to make you tell him what you want, and he doesn't care how long it takes for you to stop whining and stuttering long enough to get it out. Once you DO ask him for what you want? Oh, LORD. He can't decide if he wants to make you cum over and over or if he wants to edge you until you're begging. Whichever one he chooses, he'll have you crying in pleasure before he even has a chance to fuck you properly.

"Look at my little baby. Feels good, huh? Poor thing. You can't even talk."

Minho:

Non-sexually: Stern but fair! Minho has rules, and he expects you to follow them, spoiling you to your hearts content when you behave well for him. Minho loves his obedient baby, and he's so attentive to you. The only time he's not gentle is when you're acting up, and he knows you need your attitude spanked out of you! Minho only punishes enough for you to get the cathartic feeling of release that you need, then he's got you sat on his lap and he's holding your cheeks and telling you that you did good and he knows its hard sometimes. Min is a very loving Daddy, and he's always there to love on you when you're feeling overwhelmed.

"I know baby. Sometimes you just need me to force it out of you, yeah?"

Nickname he calls you: Honey

Sexually: Daddy Minho loves any form of impact, and he'll use it as a tool to overwhelm you with pleasure. If you ask him nicely, he'll lay you in his lap and indulge you in a lil wax play, relishing the way the pretty bright colours look against your skin. His favourite thing is to slide two of his fingers along your pussy to see how wet you are for him. He praises you for it, of course. He likes to degrade you just a little, but it's not harsh, more like calling you his gorgeous little slut. He uses it as a tool to make you squirm until your eyes are watery and you're asking him to make you feel good in the way that only he can.

"Aw, Honey. You're so wet for me. You're just my needy little slut, aren't you?"

Changbin:

Non-sexually: THE MOST SPOILING DADDY. Changbin can never say no to his Bunny when they want something from him, and it doesn't matter what it is, he'll do anything to make sure you have it. Minho likes to make jokes about you topping from the bottom, but Binnie just laughs because he knows it's the furthest thing from the truth. You have a fiery little attitude in public, and he loves that about his baby, but in private? You're his sweet little angel. He loves it when his baby gets clingy and wants to stay cuddled up in his arms, and GOD does he loves when you nuzzle into his chest (JUT DAEEEEE). He made a joke one time about giving you uppies, and now he uses it unironically when he wants you to koala cling to him (despite your complaints about the cringe of it.)

"Awww my grumpy baby. You want Daddy to get you a treat?"

Nickname he calls you: Bunny (you knew this)

Sexually: Strong Daddy Binnie loves manhandling you. He knows it makes you feel small and vulnerable and you love it so fucking much. He specifically loves the gasps you let out when he holds your hips down when you're fidgeting, trying to get him to do more. The only time he ever says no to you is in bed when you're trying to be demanding. Binnie always reacts with a little growl and tells you to behave because he knows what you need better than you do, and he's gonna give it to you. You just have to be patient. He's the type of Daddy who makes you apologise for being snappy when he's balls deep inside of you (and then during aftercare he'll tell you that he loves that you're his grumpy little bunny and he doesn't want you to change.)

"No, Bunny. You know Daddy always gives you what you need so you can stay still and take what I'm giving you."

Hyunjin:

Non-sexually: Hyunjin somehow walks the line of being a stern Daddy and a spoiling Daddy. Hyunjin loves doing whatever you want him to, but only if you ask nice and beg a little first. He's definitely the kind of Daddy to scold you for using his name if you've put him in Daddy mode because you know it's his main rule. Hyunjin doesn't hesitate with punishments, but he doesn't opt for anything that you might enjoy. His punishment of choice is things like making you kneel in one spot until you apologise or having you write an essay about why what you did was wrong. He always treats you afterwards, telling you how good you are for him and how much he loves you for taking your punishment well. Hyunjin is a take no shit, show all the love kind of Daddy.

"You did very well, Angel. Thank you for apologising. My good baby."

Nickname he calls you: Angel

Sexually: Daddy Hyunjin loves to let out his cuteness aggression in bed almost as much as he loves making you pose all pretty for him. Hyunjin is definitely one that would like sub positions and he'll put you in his favourite so that he can run his hands all over your naked body, toying with you in any way that satisfies him before he's letting himself get carried away, fucking you almost aggressively with a firm grip on anything that manages to come under the attack of his exploring hands as he tells you how fucking CUTE you are and how it makes him want to destroy you.

"God, I can't help myself when you look this sweet. Wanna mark you up, Angel."

Jisung:

Non-sexually: Sung doesn't go Daddy mode often, but when he does, it's CLINGY Daddy. He has to be with you at all times, ideally within arms reach. Daddy Jisung would notice any change in your behaviour, and he is on top of your needs. He's the 'drink your water' type of daddy who finds himself arguing with you often because you told him that coffee has water. He says coffee isn't water, and you say he's being a hypocrite. Sungie would apologise to you and then tell you to be good because you're just a baby and you need more care. He'd find something about babying you to be very soothing, and he doesn't know why, but he craves it sometimes. Sometimes, he just feels a different kind of stress that only having you curled up beside him as he feeds you snacks and hears your happy giggles can cure.

"Let me take care of you Baby. Please? I need my lil treasure."

Nickname he calls you: Treasure

Sexually: SOFT SOFT SOFT. Daddy Sung fucks you like you're something fragile that needs to be protected. It's all whispered praise and gentle, wet kisses. He likes to go slow and deep and he smiles when you whine at him because he loves how needy you are but he needs to take things slow so that he can be close to you for as long as possible. He's one for cuddle-fucking, I'm sure. He loves to wrap his arms under your shoulders and bury his face in your neck to leave gentle kisses along your skin. Jisung doesn't speed up until he sees your eyes watering after over an hour of his delightful torment, and when you ask him so politely to please do more because you need to cum, he'll do whatever it takes to have you cumming on his cock.

"My poor baby. 'S too much, isn't it? Okay baby, shhh. Daddy's gonna take care of you."

Felix:

Non-sexually: sweetest boy Felix is an emotional Daddy. He loves being cuddled up to his baby and keeping you in his lap. Felix is an activities kind of Daddy so he plans his days around being able to bake with you or take you out on adventures when he can watch the way your eyes light up and bask in all the silly things you say when you start rambling from excitement. Sweet man doesn't like it when you have an attitude, and he'll force you to talk it out with him until neither of you feels bad anymore. Daddy Lixxie is so sweet to you, and he dedicates all his attention to being able to make you happy. He's the kind who makes it almost impossible to be grumpy because he's just so nice and so loving to you always.

"My sweet lil baby! It's gonna be a big day, ok? Can you go get ready for me?"

Nickname he calls you: Flower (like the bunny from Bambi)

Sexually: He's a mix of a pleasure Daddy, and also maybe a little sadistic. Not physically, but Daddy Felix gets a kick out of denying you what you want. He just thinks you look irresistable when you cry, and he can't help but torture you until you get to that point! He feels so much love for you when he sees the tears welling in your eyes. Your desperate pleas for him to help you just melt his heart. Once he's done being mean to you, he'll fuck you so well and so deep that you're babbling your thank you's like prayers.

"That's my baby. So pretty crying for me. Daddy loves you so much."

Seungmin:

Non-sexually: A little mean, but it comes with actions that say otherwise. Daddy Seungmin likes to tell you no while he's doing or giving you exactly what you asked for. He just likes bullying you, really. He thinks it's fun to see you get all whiny when he's mean to you. He cuddles you when you get too whiny, though, pulling you on to his lap and telling you that you're such a big baby. He'd ask how you could survive without it him when you obviously need your Daddy to take care of you. He always pets your hair and makes sure you have your favourite stuffie (which he's going to hit every time he walks past). He secretly loves how much you need him, and you know that. You're his favourite thing on earth, and that comes with being his favourite toy, which is why he torments you so often.

"You're such a cry baby, you know that? What would you do if I wasn't here to take care of you."

Nickname he calls you: Dumb Baby

Sexually: Ironically, he's much softer in bed than he is outside of it. He likes to make sure your brain is completely mush when he's in Daddy mode. He's hell-bent on removing any tiny thought you could possibly have. He really likes shoving his fingers in your mouth when he's fucking you, watching the way your eyes flutter shut as you suck on the digits. He has a bit of a spit kink that thrives when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and grips your cheeks, telling you to look at him. It drives him crazy to see your cheeks shiny with your own spit as you whimper and moan. His pretty, dumb little thing.

Jeongin:

Non-sexually: He's in the harsh Daddy category. Innie loves when you give him power, and he doesn't like to waste it, setting strict rules and expectations for you. When you're good, he's good. He'll shower you in gifts and take you on adventures to make his baby happy, loving the way your eyes light up when he offers you something nice. When you're bad, though? Oh. He can be an unforgiving Daddy indeed. Innie is one to opt for harsher punishments because you dont act up often, but when you do, it's in a big way. He won't be satisfied until you've begged him to forgive you with enough desperation to convince him that you mean it. He won't make a big deal out of it afterwards, telling you that he loves you and accepts your apology. He knows you're not bad but he hates when you act like it.

"Baby, are you sure you want to do this? You know I'm not gonna be nice to you."

Nickname he calls you: Doll

Sexually: He's driven entirely by a primal need to own his baby. Fucking you in this space means he needs to make sure that you know you belong to him, and that everyone else knows it too. He loves to cover you in pretty marks, and he wants to drive you insane with pleasure. He particularly loves fingering you while he bites at your neck because he really gets to take in the expression on your face when he makes you cum on his talented fingers (which he knows you love also.) Jeongin fucks hard and passionately, always making sure you get off before him. Nothing matters more than making sure you both feel unbearably good.

"That's it. Taking me so fucking well. My baby doll. Wanna see you cum for me baby. Cum for Daddy."

#stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #i.n smut #jeongin smut #chris bang smut #felix smut #han smut #jisung smut #seungmin smut

638 notes · View notes