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[thatstrangegiiirrlll]

Hold on 😫 not me almost forgetting how fucking fine Jackson Wang is biiitttch. The obsession is about to come back 🤭 stop

He’s so sexy, boyfriend material, gentleman, baby daddy

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Posting this tomorrow! Be on the lookout for it, I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long. Thank you for your request and being patient. Love. ❤️❤️

Hii! Can you pls write a Yeon Sieun fic where you and him are good friends and you like each other. You go on a date with a random guy and he gets really jealous and two of argue, plss some more angst but with fluffy ending! thank you, I love you❤️

Oooo I can’t wait to dive into some Sieun jealousy. It’ll be posted within the week. Be on the lookout. Love you, too. 🥰

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Hii! Can you pls write a Yeon Sieun fic where you and him are good friends and you like each other. You go on a date with a random guy and he gets really jealous and two of argue, plss some more angst but with fluffy ending! thank you, I love you❤️

Thank you so much for waiting patiently, love. This one’s a long read. I hope you enjoy. ♡︎

We Should Be Lovers Instead…

Pairing: Jealous!Yeon Sieun x Female!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Best Friends to Lovers

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: Jealousy, Angst, Fluff, Cursing

Summary: You’ve always told each other everything. So, when you mention your date with another guy, Sieun realizes the one thing he’s never said might be the only thing that matters.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

It’s around 7 in the evening on a chill Saturday. You’re lying on your back, head dangling off Sieun’s bed childishly. You look at him upside down as you speak.

“You know Jaemin? The guy from Stats that has all the piercings?”

Sieun hums in response. You continue talking.

“Well, he asked me out,” you grin. “I said yes.”

Sieun goes still in his chair, the clicking on his mouse ceases. He swivels in his seat to look at you. His usual deadpan eyes are different, almost weepy.

“You said yes?” He repeats, voice flat, but laced with something he’s not saying: disappointment? Hurt?

You sit up now, head somewhat dizzy from the blood rush in your head. “Yeah? I mean— he’s sweet. And I don’t know him all that well… but he’s cute. Figure I see what he’s about.”

He goes quiet. Not the comfortable quiet that you know to be true to his nature. But that cold, distant silence. Like he’s left the room whilst simultaneously being in it.

You search his face, eyes darting back and forth like a cat.

“What?” You ask, soft. Light. Like if you’re too loud, your voice will slice through the quiet tension like glass.

He shrugs. “Nothing.” He turns back to his computer, shoulders tense.

You know better than that. It’s never ‘nothing’ when he can shift the entire weight of the room by barely saying anything. And now he won’t even look at you? That’s not nothing.

“You’re being weird,” you say, eyes locked on the back of his head. His hand grips the mouse of the computer like he might break it.

“Didn’t know you were into guys like that,” he mutters.

You straighten your spine, quirking an eyebrow. “Guys like what, Sieun?”

He turns to face you again. And this time the look on his face is saying it all: jealousy, frustration, hurt. Feelings he never expresses verbally.

“You barely know him,” he says, quieter this time. Like he’s holding back. “But you said yes.”

“Isn’t that what dates are for?” You say, trying desperately to get through to him. “To get to know one another?”

“I’ve known you for years, y/n.”

It feels like a punch in the chest when he says it. The words are sharp, piercing through the air between you.

You blink. “Sieun…”

He cuts you off. “Forget it,” he snaps, standing. “Have fun on your date.”

You stand up and watch his back retreat as he leaves the room. What the fuck just happened?

The restaurant is dimly lit, people's conversations muffled by the sound of plates clinking softly in the background.

Your date—Jaemin— is sitting across from you. He flicks his tongue over his lip piercing mid-sentence, a small chuckle at his own joke.

Your lips tug into a smile. Like muscle memory. Jaemin is nice. He’s handsome. Complimented your hair and makeup and can carry on a conversation. If he were filling out an application, he’d be hired on the spot.

But if you were being honest, you’re not even present. Your mind isn’t here:

It’s back in Sieuns room. His silence that’s usually warm, freezing like ice. The way his voice was dull as he spoke. The flex in his jaw when he said “I’ve known you for years.”

Jaemin laughs again, nervously. It clicks that he’s just asked you something you were too spaced out to even catch.

“Sorry,” you say genuinely. Isn’t this just going fantastic? “What did you say?”

“I asked if you like the food. You’ve barely touched it,” he says, nodding his head toward your plate.

You shake your head quickly, too quickly. Performative. “The food is great, seriously. Just first-date nerves, I guess.”

But it’s a lie.

You’re not nervous. At least not about this date. You’re distracted.

And you hate lying to Jaemin. He doesn’t deserve it. But your mind won’t stop drifting to Sieun. And why his eyes looked like that. And why you regret agreeing to this. And how without even realizing it, you’re comparing this guy to Sieun in almost every single way. And there’s, well, nothing. Nothing even close in common with the two of them.

You leave early, blaming a fake early morning. You feel like you might explode in your seat.

When you make it home and unwind, you try to relax and sleep. But your active mind and inactive phone are betraying you.

You take your phone off the stand and check it one more time.

Are you sleep?

Nothing.

Can you please talk to me?

No reply.

You even try to call but with no luck.

You sit up in your bed and sigh deep, anxious. This isn’t like Sieun. He doesn’t shut you out. Never ignores you, not unless he’s hurting and it’s too heavy. And he’ll still try to carry it all by himself. Quietly like it doesn’t crush him.

You try calling one final time. And when he doesn’t answer again, you don’t hesitate. You throw your sheets off your legs and grab your jacket, keys, and dart for the door.

You already have the code to his apartment. He gave it to you after needing a place to crash for a couple nights. He never changed it.

Beep-beep-beep. Click.

The door opens with a soft crack. The only light on is a small glow coming from the kitchen. Sieun is sitting on the couch, his sweater sleeves covering his hands, earphones in. His eyes are focused on the floor.

You say his name, but he’s disassociating so intensely that he doesn’t even notice you yet.

“Sieun,” you repeat, hand coming to touch his hair gently.

He flinches, looks up, and freezes. He removes one of his earphones and doesn’t say anything.

You step closer, eyes burning with defeat, and anguish. “Why are you ignoring me?”

He shrugs weakly, and turns his face away. “I don’t see why you care.”

That makes you wince, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You don’t see why I—” you pause, and take a breath. “I care about you Sieun.” Your voice is firm but laced with hurt.

He laughs under his breath. Dry. Bitter.

“You sure? Could have sworn that other guy was the one getting all your attention now.”

Your mouth hangs open, unsure of how to respond to that. “Sieun, I— it wasn’t like that. I just—“

“You just what?” He bites, eyes razor sharp, staring dead into you now. “Did telling me you said yes to a date with a guy you barely know make you feel good? What’d you expect? I’d turn cartwheels then ask you how it went?”

Silence. Heavy and suffocating like it’s sitting on your chest. You exhale shakily.

“I didn’t know you cared, not in that way,” you admit, fingers trembling to reach out and touch him.

He stares at you like you just said the most absurd thing he’s ever heard. “You’re gonna look at me and tell me you didn’t know? Not even once did it register?”

“Sieun,” you gasp quietly. “You never said anything.”

“Isn’t it obvious.” His voice is raw, open. “I thought… I assumed that maybe you felt it, too. I thought I had more time.”

Your breath catches, eyes stinging with emotion.

“I didn’t even kiss him,” you whisper quietly, cheeks burning.

He blinks, lips parted slightly. You continue:

“Wasn’t even interested. All I could think about was you. How you looked at me, how you avoided looking at me. How wrong it felt to let you walk out of the room. All of it.”

He stands slowly, walks toward you.

For a long, aching second you don’t breathe. Neither of you say anything. Sieun breaks the silence first.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he murmurs. “But if I say it now, I can’t take it back.”

You look at him, lift his chin. “I would never ask you to.”

Your adrenaline is finally calming down. Sieun stands in front of you, still. His body is close enough to grab your waist and pull you in.

“I didn’t know if actually saying it out loud would ruin us.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper. “Keeping all that inside almost ruined us, Sieun.”

He nods then looks at you. “The thought of him touching you,” he says, exhaling sharply. “It made me feel like I’d lost something that wasn’t even mine yet.”

You swallow hard, throat aching to say something, but you don’t even know where to begin.

“I didn’t know your feelings ran that deep,” you say. “You’re so controlled all the time—almost like you don’t need anyone.”

“I do,” he says immediately. “I need you.”

Your heart stutters. Sieun continues. “I tried to be okay with us just being close friends.” He shakes his head softly. “But I’m not. I want to be your first real date, the one you kiss goodnight, the one whose hoodies and sweaters you steal.”

Your hearts thudding so hard you can feel your pulse in your ears. You step even closer to him, closing the gap between your bodies. “What if that’s what I want as well?”

His eyes flicker down to your lips then back to your eyes, breath caught.

“Don’t mess with me…”

You shake your head, both your breaths synchronized. “I’ve known for a while now and now that I know for certain you also feel it, I couldn’t be more sure than I am right now.”

“Say it,” he demands breathily. “Tell me you want me in that way.”

You don’t hesitate. “I want you, Yeon Sieun.” You brush your knuckles against his soft cheek. “More than just a friend. Pretty sure I’ve been yours for a while now.”

His entire body breathes; relaxes. Like a weight lifting off him. His hand finds your waist, thumb rubbing soft strokes. “Can I kiss you?” His eyes can’t stop drifting to your mouth, perched open, watering.

You nod, hand fisting his sweater as he wraps his finger gently around the back of your neck. When his lips touch yours, your body melts, receiving it, breathing it in. Words are no longer needed when a kiss like this spoke everything you’ve both been aching to say. It’s a new beginning.

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omg her choking seongje >> he’s def into impact play, he wants her to hurt him

Yesss, exactly. Seongje is as masochistic as he is dominant and possessive. So I think he'd be into impact play for sure. (slapping, biting, scratching, hair pulling, nipple pinching and twisting). Maybe even smacking his ass sometimes. 😏

It’s entirely too quiet in the room for Seongje.

He looks over at you from the couch, that demented mind of his aching to cause a stir.

You’re in the kitchen, taking things out in preparation to make something when it pops into his head.

“Might go hang out with some of the boys soon. Do some drinking.” Saying this after promising to spend the day with you is dangerous and dumb.

The room goes from a peaceful quiet to a dead silence. One that is felt.

It takes everything in him not to burst out laughing when he hears you placing stuff down, pounding footsteps heading his way.

“You’re joking, right?” you stare at the side of his head as he scrolls his phone, unfazed.

He simply shakes his head, poker-faced.

“Never that. ‘Bout to go get ready now.”

He gets up from the couch, stretching like he doesn't feel you staring knives into his head. He makes his way toward his bedroom, but you're already moving. Fast, like a cat stalking a mouse.

You appear in front of him, arms crossed, heart thumping. Seongje braces for impact.

But no amount of bracing could've prepared him for the slap that you land across his cheek, knocking his glasses smack dab off his face.

It’s so loud and hard, that it lingers like a vibration against him.

He blinks at you, eyes wide. Horny. Crazed. His mouth can’t even form a proper sentence right now.

“Shit,” he mutters, breath catching in his throat.

You take a step back, eyeing him down.

“Go see your boys with that fresh bruise on your face. Betchu’ they'll get a good fucking laugh outta it.”

A laugh tears through him like a madman at your words. He's gotta admit, that was funny.

You watch him in silence, dead the fuck serious about what you said, but trying not to chuckle as well.

He steps forward, his hand twitching from adrenaline as he tries to touch you.

“Don't be mad. I'll be back soon.”

You yank him by his hair as you walk him backward, forcing him back down on the couch.

His eyes are wet with excitement, wild from arousal. He loves seeing you, who are usually so soft and quiet, get so worked up. It makes him so hard between the legs.

“Leave,” you hiss, bending downward so that you're at eye level. “I dare you to.”

He stares up at you, his lips quivering with a hunger to kiss yours — so close, so warm, and angry.

And he sits perfectly still, letting you be in control this time.

— ✦ —

Expect more posts like this with Seongje and impact play. It’s a major obsession of mine right now. The contradiction of him being so possessive yet submissive with the right person. It’s addicting.

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Choke Me Out

Seongje x Female!reader smut | jealousy | choking | slapping | praise | aftercare

“He liked the edge of passing out. She liked taking him there.”

The atmosphere in the restaurant is laid back and soothing, right up Seongjes alley. But in this moment, he is anything but laid back.

“It’s really good,” you say softly, loud enough for only Seongje to hear. Your eyes search his face curiously, worry settling in your stomach. He hasn’t touched his food.

“Baby,” you whisper, leaning into the table.

His tense and agitated face softens almost immediately at your sweet voice. You are the only one, genuinely the only one that could bring out that calm and soft side of him.

He turns his face from the direction he is looking in and looks at you. His face is saying a whole book of things. You’re just lost as to which page he’s on.

“Let’s just take this to go,” he says, waving down a waiter to get the check and some to-go boxes.

You pout slightly. What's going on?

“Seongje, talk to me — what is happening right now?”

He gives you a smile and a chuckle you know all too well. He’s livid about something.

“I’m trying to avoid killing someone right now. That’s what’s happening.”

You follow in the direction of his eyes, which leads to a table of men boring holes into your skull.

Some of them even dare to have women accompanying them.

Oh.

You know exactly how your boyfriend can get and you want to avoid that at all costs. You keep your focus on him, scooch back in your seat, and stand up to grab the to-go boxes — fingers fumbling nervously.

Seongje's chair scrapes loudly against the floor, startling you. He nearly launches from the seat to stand behind you, concealing you from wandering eyes.

You’re wearing a pair of your favorite jean shorts. Seongje hates them. Not because you don’t look ravishing in them, but because of all the attention they get. His stone-cold glare is chilling the entire room.

He follows closely behind you until you’ve both made it out of the restaurant, being certain they can’t steal another look at you.

-

The car ride back to his place is heavy with emotion. Quiet but suffocatingly loud with things left unsaid.

Seongje isn't angry with you — not at all. But his emotions have a way of grabbing a hold of everyone around him.

You sigh quietly, eyes focused on his fingers, tight around the steering wheel. His jaw is clenching and unclenching — eyes still manic.

It’s a small gesture, but you place your hand around the back of his neck, thumb caressing back and forth lovingly. Grounding him.

His body responds to the affection well — huffing out a deep breath as some of that strain wears off.

He doesn't say or do anything, just continues driving.

—

Once you arrive, he makes a beeline for the balcony, a cigarette already carefully placed between his lips.

You slip off your shoes and place your bag on the table. You follow behind him, not too closely, but within reason.

He turns unexpectedly, racking his pockets wildly for his lighter — uttering a disgruntled fuck under his breath. He looks around in an attempt to spot one but is essentially unsuccessful.

You stand in front of him now, removing what he’s desperately looking for out of your pocket. He could never keep up with his lighters. If it weren’t for you, he’d buy a new one every day.

“Looking for this?”

The look in his eyes melts into a thankful “what would I do without you” one as he goes to grab it. But you swiftly hide it behind you, giving him a shy but challenging stare.

He smirks, irritated but amused. He stands directly in front of you, eyes glaring down at you.

Your attempt to keep yourself composed is so clearly failing, especially with what he does next.

“Take it,” you dare, eyes darting back and forth, eye contact never breaking.

He reaches around at the small of your back and tries to pry it out of your hand, but you place it taut in your other one.

Big mistake.

Without warning, he grabs you between your legs, — not harshly, but with enough pressure to take your breath away. The lighter slips through your fingers and to the floor.

Fuck, he knows exactly how to make you crack.

You stare ahead, a small gasp stuck in your throat as he bends down to retrieve it from the floor. Seongje — you bastard.

He lights his cigarette and steps back out, leaning against the balcony. He focuses his eyes on the blue city as he smokes.

You ease your way beside him, slowly peeling the cigarette from his lips as you inhale it in deeply.

You regret the action as soon as you do it, a violent cough ripping through you. Spoiler: you don't smoke. And never have.

“What in the entire fuck are you doing?” Seongje scolds, rubbing and patting your back to help bring some relief.

He takes the cigarette from you and puts it out, giving you time to catch your breath.

“Trying to get your attention,” you finally reply, eyes and face red from nearly choking to death. “I think it worked…”

“Yeah, no shit,” he snaps, dragging his feet toward you. His tall figure towers over your frame. “Don’t do that again.”

Some emotion starts to stir in your chest, a mix of frustration and longing.

“Then just talk to me, Seongje,” you plead. “About literally anything. Don't get all quiet and stuff like you do.”

His chest expands with air as he breathes in deeply. You know how hard he tries, and you love him for it. But you always feel like he’s holding back.

“Touch me,” you say, voice hushed like you're confessing a secret, like you’re too scared to demand his touch; to be hungry for it. “I’m yours. No one else’s. So, please…”

His eyes flicker up to you in an instant and the look makes your heart stutter. You’d never spoken to him like that before, and it threw him. Your normally shy and innocent shell is cracking.

He uses his pointer finger and thumb to hold your chin in place as he French kisses you intensely. His mouth moves like he’s trying to consume you — wild and hungry.

You make small, meek sounds into his mouth and he growls against yours, hand sliding up your body and around your throat.

He bites your bottom lip and then starts making out with your ear — licking, sucking against it.

You grab his arm, knees bucking. You can hardly stand anymore.

Seongje guides you to his bedroom where he undresses, throwing his clothes anywhere.

Your mouth waters at the sight and size of his dick and it twitches at you like it’s waving you over.

He sits down on the bed and pulls you to him by a belt loop on your jean shorts.

Your breath hitches when he tugs them down ��� rough, bitter, and fast, like he's been dying to get rid of them all night.

It’s the piece of clothing that had so many eyes on you, making his blood boil. Deep down, he knows you’ll get attention no matter what you wear. You're perfect from head to toe.

Still, the action makes him feel somewhat better.

You hold onto his shoulders for support as he removes your clothes. He analyzes every part of you that becomes bare in front of him, fingers tracing into your warm skin.

You blush a deep red like it’s the first time he’s seen you naked. You don’t think you can ever get used to the way he looks at you like he can see everything you’re thinking.

He trails sweet kisses down your tummy, lips hovering over your pussy. He lays his tongue wide and flat against your clit, teasing you.

You grab a handful of his hair out of reflex, body shuddering violently.

He hums on your pussy, placing a gentle kiss there. When he pulls away, his soft, pink lips are glistening from your wetness.

He takes his glasses off and presses his back against the headboard. Your stomach lurches, clit throbbing painfully when he motions for you to sit down.

“Come here.” the way he speaks is yearning, but assertive.

You sit on top of him, thighs on either side of his. His pupils are dilated with an animalistic thrill as he watches your every move.

“Spit on it,” he demands, the tone in his voice gives your belly butterflies.

You do as you're told, letting the spit fall slowly from your wet mouth to his restless dick. You take him in your palm and tug up and down sensually.

He rolls his head back and groans, then grabs your wrist firmly to stop you.

“Put it inside you,” he orders again, flickering his dark eyes between his aching cock and your pretty face.

Your pussy is so dripping wet that he slides right inside as you take him in, the most cathartic sound leaving his mouth. His eyes go white for a moment before he speaks again:

“You’re mine?” He looks at you with a drowsy expression. He says it more like a reminder than an actual question. That quick flash of weakness that he has drives your crazy. Its small — the reassurance he needs to know your his. “Tell me again. Tell me you’re mine while you ride me.”

By this point, you’re salivating. Drool comes out of your mouth and you fail to even notice it. You’re so turned on, it’s beautifully vulgar.

“I’m yours,” you croak, rolling your hips into him — gradually, deeply, wanting to feel every part of him inside you. “I promise I’m yours and only yours.”

Seongje uses his thumb to wipe the drool off your chin, bringing it to his own mouth to suck it off.

“Look at how you drool for me,” he says, teasing you. He smacks your cheek — not harshly, but in that way that you like it. Enough to leave a sting that makes your pussy ache. “Slut.”

He puts his thumb inside your mouth.

“Suck,” he says sharply, tracing his fingernails on your side as you continue to ride him.

You clasp a weak hand around his wrist and suck his thumb, swirling your tongue around it as you lock eyes with his.

He is dangerously turned on by the gorgeous mess you are in front of him. He can't believe what he's witnessing.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, breath quivering and unpredictable. He slips his thumb out of your mouth and uses it to rub your sensitive nipples.

Your body forces out a broken gasp in response to touching you there. It's your weak spot. Touching your boobs alone could make you cum.

You bite back whimpers as he guides your hand to his throat. Seongje loves to orgasm with a lingering effect. He wants to feel it for the next several days. Whenever he thought of it, whenever he saw you or smelled your scent on his sheets. Reminiscing it will be bliss.

“Squeeze,” he insists. The neediness as he says it nearly shatters you. “Choke me while you fuck me, y/n.”

He's thrusting faster, the tightening of your hand on his neck heightening his pleasure. It feels like his pent-up anger from earlier at the restaurant is being pounded into you through his hips.

You can't even keep up as your pace becomes weaker, stomach filling with that explosion soon to come.

His hands remain on your chest, rubbing circles around your buds and massaging your breasts in handfuls. You become more undone. More overloaded by sensations out of your control.

You cover your mouth and look away, muffling your sounds into your palm. He quickly removes your hand and lightly taps your cheek to correct you.

“Don’t you look away from me,” he warns, giving you a serious but loving smile. “Stare in my face when you fuck me. Look at me when you cum, sweet girl. I mean it.”

You whimper, hand still firm around his throat but you can hardly keep your heavy eyes open.

“I can’t.” Your voice is so small he almost doesn’t catch it. Your hips cease to roll, fatigue taking over you. “I can’t, baby — I’m coming, God, I feel it…”

“Just look at me, hm?” He encourages, grabbing your hips and giving everything he’s got to these final thrusts. “Keep your eyes on mine. I’ve got you.”

You place a hand on his chest to help keep your body stable. Hes fucking into you with so much desperation, but tries to keep it together. But you know him; you know his body. And he's crashing down just like you are.

Your whole body bounces — the sounds of your soaking wet pussy slamming down on him. Over and over. Seongje's mouth hanging open and his semi-wet eyes send you over the edge.

Your release comes, knocking the air straight out of you. Your mind goes blank as a scream ripples through you.

You struggle to find your breathing again, a small panic surging through you as you grab your chest to try and breathe.

Seongje is so skilled at satisfying your body. It both scares the fuck out of you and thrills you.

“Seongje,” you call out his name, gaining some strength to help him finish off.

You bring both your hands around his throat now, knowing how much he likes to be close to damn near passing out when he cums.

The fact that choking him turns you on so much, makes you feel dirty. But you can't help it. He's so fucking beautiful.

You are determined to give him a mind-altering orgasm, despite your own worn-out body. Even though his pounding beneath you resumes, nothing compares to you bouncing on his thickness.

Nothing can compare to the intimacy that grinding into him while he digs you out brings. It's chaotic and raw.

It screams “I want you as much as you want me. Maybe even more so.”

It's not long at all before he tips over, thrusting hard one more time. His stomach flexes in and out as he spills deep inside you — eyes rolling back like something taken over him.

He holds himself there inside you, guttural moans and breaths coming from the deepest places within him. Watching him climax makes you blush in heat. You're extremely close to coming again, simply by the sight of it.

Your face is stuck in adoration when he brings you down to his lips and kisses you; soft and tender.

You lay your head on his chest, his heart beating rapidly in your ear. He wraps his arms around you and shuts his eyes tight, still needing time to come down from the high. He might act cool and unbothered, but the truth is, you fucked the shit out of him. And it wore him out.

He manages to find the energy to gently flip you over on your back with him on top of you. He rubs your sensitive clit and kisses your cheek then your lips.

You moan against his mouth and try to stop his hand between your thighs. Your body can't handle it.

He smiles against your lips, finding your whimpers of protest adorable. He kisses your forehead before going to retrieve a warm cloth to clean you up with.

Seongje may not be the “mushiest” guy ever, but he always takes care of you. He dotes on you.

He is your caring, loving, very psychotic (for you), overly protective boyfriend. And sometimes he needed to be reminded you’re his and no one could take you from him.

— ✦ —

a/n: Writing for him was so fun 😚 I cannot wait to write more.

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It’s his smile for me omfg, that gummy smile 😩

All credits to @krdwins on TikTok. This edit ate so hard.

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We’re not even allowed to be writers. 😔

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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I just knooowwww he likes to be choked while he fucks.

I got some story ideas for himmmmm 😽😽💦

[thatstrangegiiirrlll]

weak hero sieun as your boyfriend head cannons ? preferably someone who is the complete opposite of him. (sunshine/bright personality) luv ur work 💗

Yeon Si-eun as your boyfriend (a pessimist and optimist duo) ❣︎

Dating Si-eun when you’re bright, bubbly and optimistic is definitely different for him at first. But the whole “opposites attract” dynamic of your relationship somehow manages to work. Even more so than either of you expected:

At first, Si-eun is dumbfounded by you, he looks at you as almost alien-like because you're so far removed from anything that he is. He can't fathom your constant bubbliness and positivity, but he likes it. He adores it because it brings a way of thinking that he could never even think about embodying.

And boy do you love to talk — you talk a mile a minute. Not because you make everything about yourself, but because that's how you both prefer it. Si-eun chimes in, but he's more of a listener. He listens with intent, taking every conversation as a way to learn about you. He may not say a lot, but he remembers every detail. “Didn’t you say you liked this snack?” he’ll ask, giving it to you. It's one of your favorites — and honestly, you had no clue he was even paying attention.

You hug him often and give his tense shoulders and back a massage every chance you get. He's resistant at first, the intimacy something foreign to him, but after a while, he's finding himself looking forward to your touch. He notices the relief in his body that your hands bring and how your hugs make him feel grounded after a long day.

When you're both out together in public, you're expressive with your love, and loud with your laughter. Always making jokes and having a good time. Sometimes he’ll look at you, wide-eyed with disbelief. Si-eun is used to making himself small when he's around others, but every so often you bring out that pretty smile of his.

His acts of love are subtle and quiet, but impactful, and thoughtful. He brings you healing foods when you're sick, and helps you with schoolwork. When you’re sad, he lets you fall asleep on his chest, offering as much warmth as he can.

When you're having one of your usual spiels about something, you'll catch him looking at you and you'll pause. “What is it?” He’ll look away, a small tint on his cheeks. “Nothing,” he’ll mumble. But inside he's thinking about just how much he adores the sound of your voice and the expressions you make.

When you're upset or hurt, Si-eun is quiet and empathetic. He may not always know what to say, but he offers his presence. He may not be loud with it, but he's very protective of you. Your light and love are like a delicate piece of rare jewelry that he has vowed to keep safe forever. He'd confront anyone if they ever crossed you because he knows your heart. And you don't deserve to be mistreated.

Si-eun uses actions more than he talks. The way he treats you shows how much he cares for you. When it comes to saying “I love you” it’s rare. He most certainly loves you, but he’s spent the majority of his life not hearing or saying the phrase. As an upbeat person, you say it often. But he tries for you. He eventually comes around to it, whispering it softly in your ear as you doze off or when you’re not feeling well.

i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed making this. It was so fun and cute to write. — Ash <3

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Title: Hands to Yourself

Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x Female!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Protective!Si-eun

Warnings: Sexual assault (non-graphic but present), violence, emotional aftermath, intense themes

Synopsis: While out enjoying an evening with your boyfriend, things turn extremely dark when a pervert makes the fatal decision to grope you from behind…

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It’s around 7 p.m. on a cozy Saturday. You and Si-eun are out taking a quiet stroll, the hum of city life dulled by the calm of early evening.

“This is nice,” you say, stretching your arms as you glance at your boyfriend. His usually tense posture is noticeably relaxed — the furrow in his brow has softened, his shoulders no longer hunched with stress.

He offers a small smile in agreement, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. His warm, deep eyes meet yours before darting away, a subtle blush tinting his pale cheeks.

The view is beautiful: the bridge glows under soft lighting, casting sparkles across the water. Above, the sky is painted in shades of indigo and violet. You both needed this — a rare, peaceful break from the grind of being college freshmen.

“Si-eun,” you say gently, drawing his gaze. His eyes flick to yours, curious.

Both of your footsteps halt as you turn to him. You take one wide step in front of him, bringing your face close enough to feel his breath against your face — the sensation tickles your skin. Ever so gently, you place a kiss on his lips.

He kisses you back without hesitation, a quiet sound caught in his throat.

“Come on,” you grin. “I saw the cutest café nearby.”

Later, when you arrive, Si-eun kills the engine. You’re about to head inside when he pauses.

“Go ahead and get a table,” he says. “I forgot my wallet in the car.”

You nod — but just as you near the entrance, a tall, lanky man steps in your path. Something about him feels… off.

“Can I help you?” you ask cautiously, taking a step back.

He scans you shamelessly, eyes trailing your body. “Actually… you can.”

Disgust twists in your gut. You turn, making a quick retreat — but then a hand clamps over your mouth. Another grabs you from behind.

You choke on your panic. You twist, bite down on the hand silencing you — hard. He yelps and lets go. You spit out the taste of his palm and scream out Sieuns name, your voice cracking in fear.

And then he’s there.

Before you can even process what’s happening, Sieun is standing between you and the man, bending his fingers back so far you could barely watch. Your breathing stops when you hear his bones shatter, his hand completely obliterated.

The man collapses with a howl, cradling his shattered fingers.

Si-eun turns to you. His eyes are wide and blazing, his chest heaving.

“Go to the car,” he says.

You hesitate — not because you fear him, but because you fear what he might do.

“Si-eun…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I know you want to. But you can’t kill him.”

He clenches his jaw, trembling with restraint.

Then — with cold precision — he raises his foot and stomps on the attacker’s broken hand one last time. The man shrieks, writhing.

A concerned café employee rushes out. “Do I need to call the police?”

You don’t hesitate. “This man assaulted me — right in front of your café. My boyfriend didn’t start this. He was protecting me.”

The manager nods grimly and pulls out his phone.

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The police arrive. You give your statement. Turns out, the man had prior charges. Of course he did.

Back in the car, the silence is thick — but it feels safe.

Si-eun looks at you, his expression tight with guilt.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

You shake your head. “Don’t be. You weren’t wrong. And I love how deeply you care for me.”

It wasn’t his fault you were violated like that. You didn’t want him to be sorry for what he did either. You certainly weren’t sorry for stopping him from doing something that could’ve landed him behind bars for God knows how long.

He doesn’t reply — just reaches for your hand and laces his fingers through yours, holding on like he might never let go.

𝐴／𝑁：𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑆𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒， 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 （ಡ‸ಡ）— 𝐴𝑠ℎ <3

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Weak hero Headcanon

How they act when they have a crush

Yeon Sieun

Sieun is extremely prioritized, his studies are everything. He didn’t ask for friends, but now that he has them, he clearly will do anything to protect them, even when he tries to separate himself and be alone again — It never works out. So someone like him developing a crush would make that person a very special person if they catch his eye. He’d observe quietly, admiring them. He’d do subtle things like help them with class work when he notices them struggling. Whether he makes a move or not would be somewhat difficult to know for sure. But his approach would be slow and steady either way, taking small points out of the day to interact with them.

Ahn Suho

As an extremely protective, confident, and masculine guy, Suho would be the exact same with a crush. He’s tough, but he’s truly a big softie. When it comes to a crush, he’ll roll out the red carpet for them, holding the door open, making them laugh, complimenting them. Suho is the type that will approach a person he’s interested in with confidence that can’t help but win them over. He just oozes charisma that can’t be touched.

Oh Beom-seok

When Beomseok has a crush, he acts distant and somewhat uninterested because he doesn’t know how to navigate his emotions. When interacting with his person of interest, he’d be fidgety and awkward. Beomseok would put them on a pedestal, making it even harder for him to see that they’re just human as well and to shoot his shot. He’d get caught staring at them with adoration and immediately look away in fear of rejection. The chances of him confessing how he feels are slim to none. He’d most likely just remain in his head about it.

Park Humin

Humin is a lot like Suho, but slightly goofier. He’ll do his best to make his crush laugh, knowing that his humor and positive energy is what helps win someone over. He’s not a pretty boy, he’s a tough, manly guy that happens to be a big, cuddly teddy bear. When coming up to his crush, he’ll crack a joke, compliment their outfit, and tell them how beautiful their smile is. Humin’s boldness will definitely win them over.

Seo Juntae

Juntae is very meek and timid, but when he has a crush he follows them around like a lost puppy. He does cute things like write them love notes and bring them their favorite snacks. When they’re down, he always encourages them, even when he doesn’t know the right words to say. He always knows how to bring light into a dark situation. His bright attitude and adorableness will make anyone fold.

Go Hyeontak

Gotak is relatively laid back and nonchalant when he has a crush on someone. Not in an uninterested way, but in a way that shows he’ll be fine whether his crush likes him back or not. He’s not scared of rejection. Every so often, he’ll show off some of his taekwondo moves to impress them, even going as far as to teach them a few moves. He’s playful and relaxed with his crush. They’d love that he’s a breath of fresh air that isn’t easily intimidated.

A/N: I’m not gonna lie, I’m lowkey biased. Sieun is my favorite character out of them. And I had some struggles with Beomseok 😩😩 his character pisses me off so bad, but I know some people would still appreciate his appearance every now and again — despite my seething resentment ಠ_ಠ

~ Also I’ll be opening my requests up next week I’m excited to see what ideas you guys have for me.

— Ash <3

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I'm so down bad. All he'd have to do is stare at me with those puppy dog eyes and I'd give him whatever he wants

HIS EYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I WANT A MAN WHO'S LIKE HIM

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Cram Session

Yeon Sieun x Female reader

Genre: Smut

A/N: Just a quick heads up — I do not write about underage characters. If a character is under 18 in their original movie or show, I age them up to 18+ and place them in a setting where they are fully matured. I also do not write for underage actors, celebrities, or public figures.

For example: the actor who plays Yeon Si-eun is 25 years old in real life, though he portrays a teenager in the show. If Park Ji-hoon were an actual minor, I would not be writing about him, period.

This is just a note for future reference for anyone who may want to send prompts once my requests reopen — please keep these boundaries in mind.

Thank you so much for understanding and for reading!

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Synopsis: Si-eun has been studious his whole life— incredibly devoted. He is an overachiever in everything that he does. At 20 years old, you’re his first serious girlfriend. And as an overachiever, he wants to ace all your tests and get you just right. But today he’s feeling the pressure and who better to help him release it than you?

“Yes?” he says into the phone, the hasty reply betraying the fact that you caught him mid-mode — earphones in, the outside world tuned out.

You already know how he gets like this.

But you don’t care.

That’s not the version of him you want right now.

“Could you at least pretend to be happy to hear your girlfriend’s voice?” you tease, your tone playful but lightly wounded.

There’s a sigh on the other end — a soft mix of guilt and surrender.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice gentler now, warmer. “I’m always happy to hear from you.”

The apology makes you smile, the hurt forgotten.

“That’s more like it. Are you home or on campus?”

“Home,” he answers, and you hear the familiar squeak of his old desk chair as he leans back.

“Wanna come over?”

That’s all it takes.

You’re already halfway to his apartment before he can even hang up.

You punch in the door code — the one he gave you weeks ago, a little milestone you still secretly cherish — and slip inside. You peel off your shoes, hang your jacket up—

—and nearly jump out of your skin.

Sieun is right there, standing inches from you, his nose almost brushing yours.

Holy fuck.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you let out a startled, breathless laugh.

“Sieun,” you say, voice shaky with adrenaline. “You scared me…”

He doesn’t flinch. Just looks at you with that unreadable expression — the one you’ve slowly learned is never blank at all, but layered with meanings you’re still learning to decode.

You tilt your head, quirking an eyebrow. “Is everything alri—”

Before you can finish, he lifts you off the ground in one swift, fluid motion.

You gasp out his name, clutching his shoulders, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

You barely have time to process the closeness before his mouth finds yours — urgent, hungry.

Your eyes flutter closed, melting into the kiss.

He pulls back just slightly, breath brushing your lips.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

You let out a helpless laugh, pinching his cheek affectionately. “Hi, you weirdo.”

You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He carries you into the bedroom like you weigh nothing, setting you down on the edge of the bed. You stare up at him, wide-eyed and patient, already feeling the electric pull between you.

He glances over his shoulder at the cluttered desk — books, notes, open tabs — and sighs.

“I’m stressed.”

You know that code by now.

You know exactly what’s about to happen.

And you’re more than ready for it.

You rise from the bed, striding toward him with slow, deliberate steps, peeling your clothes off piece by piece — never once breaking eye contact.

By the time you’re down to just your panties, Sieun’s hands are already on you, gripping your wrists, pulling you sharply to him. You gasp, heart skipping.

He turns you around, running a firm hand down the arch of your back.

A full-body shiver racks you at the contact.

The tension in the room is thick, nearly suffocating, as you wait for his next move.

He kneels behind you, his hands grasping your ass before landing a sharp slap that echoes through the room.

You whimper — more pleasure than pain — back arching instinctively.

He takes his time peeling your panties down, savoring every moment.

“Fuck,” he growls low in his throat, watching your arousal trail down your thighs.

He stands and places you gently onto your stomach, your hips propped up just the way he likes.

Another slap.

Both cheeks jiggle beautifully under his hands.

You hiss through your teeth, a delicious sting warming your skin — and then gasp when you feel his tongue.

He licks you thoroughly, teasing between your pussy and ass with maddening skill.

Slow, fast, soft, hard — his mouth never stopping, never relenting.

It’s too much.

You cum once.

And then again.

Your legs tremble violently, body sagging into the bed as you lose the strength to hold yourself up.

But he’s nowhere near done.

He presses kisses up your spine, his mouth tender now as he undresses himself.

You barely have time to catch your breath before he’s lifting you again — strong hands beneath your thighs, positioning you just right.

He pushes inside you slowly, carefully, stretching you with unbearable sweetness.

You clutch onto him, your body shuddering against his chest.

“Hold on,” he whispers against your skin, voice rich and low.

You do.

God, you do.

His hands grip your thighs possessively as he begins to thrust, starting slow, savoring it — then building faster, deeper, harder.

Every thick, wet stroke drives the air from your lungs, drives thought from your mind.

You blink up at him — his flushed face, the dark hunger in his bloodshot eyes — and feel a helpless wave of butterflies erupt in your chest.

His breath hitches, hot against your mouth, his brows knitted in pure concentration.

He adjusts his hold on you, fucking up into you with brutal precision — your ass bouncing in his hands, the messy, frantic slap of bodies filling the room.

You’re clawing at his back now, nails scraping skin, desperate for somewhere to put the overwhelming sensation.

His cock angles just right — hitting your sweet spot with cruel consistency.

You cum again — violently, uncontrollably — crying out as your body clamps down hard around him.

Sieun groans low in his throat, staggering as you milk him for everything he’s got.

He lets out a small, broken whimper — his tell — right before he bursts inside you, spilling deep, deep, deep.

You kiss him through it, swallowing his ragged, muffled moans.

When it’s over, he collapses onto the bed with you still straddling him, still connected.

“Thank you,” he breathes, his hand lazily smoothing down your back.

You smile sleepily, kissing his cheek.

Happy. Satisfied. Yours.

When you finally lift yourself off him, his cock slips free with a wet, obscene pop that makes you both shiver.

You glance down at the mess between your thighs, at the proof of just how deep he had been, and sigh contentedly.

It’s the perfect ending to the perfect ride.

🤍

I’m back and I’m better, lovessss! Breaking my Tumblr fast with some nice, steamy smut for you all. 🥰

I truly hope this wasn’t too out of character for Sieun — your feedback is always welcome!

Hope you missed me. I missed you!

— Ash <3

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Got a Weak Hero story dropping soon (;

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HIMS SO PWEEETTTTYYYYY (╥_╥)

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Music is my life. Music is everything to me. I crave music more than I crave food.— Ash <3

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𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀

Ｔｈｉｓ ｓｏｎｇ:

Ｔｈｅｓｅ ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅｓ:

Ａ ᵗⁱⁿʸ ｇｌｉｍｐｓｅ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｍｉｎｄ.—Ash <3