{5:23PM} Nsfw

hi i just want everyone to know that i will never ever EVER be angry with anyone for not replying to my texts even though you’re visibly online and reblogging/posting. i understand that holding a conversation takes a lot more energy and effort than scrolling and posting and that’s 100% okay. take care of yourself first. the whole idea that you HAVE to reply to someone when you’re online is toxic and makes mentally ill people feel as though they are bad friends just because they can’t always reply within minutes. 

enhypen reacting to you moaning cute!

genre: smut

warnings: pet names, humiliation, spanking, daddykink

heeseung: heeseung would be amazed at their adorable sounds, would do anything to keep hearing them, would say things like "moan for me, princess, daddy loves your moans." he would probably hit your ass with the palm of his hand as hard as he can to hear your cute sounds louder.

jake: jake would let out a little giggle listening to your cute moans, always stroking your hair and kissing your cheek while he fucks you, he would feel his body boiling and he would ask you to beg with your cute and sly voice for him to fuck you.

jay: jay's dick would hurt in his pants listening to you moaning like this, he would say stuff like "seeing you moaning so sly makes me want to destroy your tiny little pussy, do you want to cum on daddy's dick?"

sunghoon: he would probably tease you about your embarrassing sounds, he would say stuff like "what are those moans? are you in heat? do you really want me to fuck you? how pathetic, but i really liked your little moan, beg for me with this cute voice."

author’s notes: my cheeks are flushed ~3~

Mingyu: Aww, my baby is upset. And I'm going to cheer him up.

Wonwoo: Don't call me baby.

Mingyu: What if I buy you the complete 20th anniversary set of Harry Potter?

Wonwoo: Baby's listening.

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“Anxiety happens when you think you have to figure out everything all at once. Breathe. You’re strong. You’ve got this. Take it day by day.”

— Karen Salmansohn.

[17:03 pm]

⎘ pairing: fem!reader × park seonghwa.

⎘ genre: smut, angst, enemies to fuckers lovers.

⎘ warnings: infidelity, the reader is kinda a brat and seonghwa is not okay with that, creampie, mentions of marking, brief nipple & clit play.

⎘ description: he may hate you but he hates the fact you’re with someone else more.

⎘ word count: 923.

⎘ author’s note: i was originally gonna write something fluff filled for seonghwa’s birthday but then this happened.

masterlist.

© atozfic, 2021.

“how are you still so. fucking. tight?”

his thrusts punctuate the words he speaks against your neck between the countless bites and kisses. he knows the boundaries between you both, knows to never leave his marks on you, but he wants to throw caution to the wind and give in to his desire to ruin your relationship. he wants, selfishly, to be the only one you let into your life, not just into your pants.

“…even after all the times your little cunt has taken my cock.” his rambling continues much like his thrusts. everything he’s saying seems to swim around in your head, echoing and tugging you closer and closer to the edge, tempting you to just let go and allow yourself to be held by seonghwa only.

“maybe your dick’s just too small to leave any lasting impact.” the drag of his length against your velvet walls is electrifying, lighting up the nerves all over your body as he tugs at one of your nipples with his teeth. 

“pretty sure you cried the first time i fucked you, kitten.”

“those were-” your own mouth betrays you as a moan slips out despite your attempts to suppress it, causing seonghwa to smirk because he knows. he knows the tip of him is beginning to repeatedly brush against that lethal spot inside of you, turning your brain to mush and your limbs to jelly. “tears of regret, asshat.”

he laughs, knowing how full of shit your statement is. when this little affair began, it was nothing more than a drunken accident. in theory, there wasn’t much you both liked about each other and neither of you put the effort into hide this fact. most of your mutual friends had even once made a bet on how quickly you both would start an argument. one night, the argument just went too far. 

or that’s what you prefer to tell yourself, it sounds nicer than admitting the underlying sexual tension that you’d both created over the months. one time, you’d promised this to yourself. one time and that was the craving out of your system forever. 

it took you no more than nine days to break that promise, showing up at his door after an argument with your boyfriend. 

and now? you can hardly remember what it feels like to be touched by someone other than seonghwa. yes, it’s so wrong, but it feels so right.

“turn around.” seonghwa breaks your train of thought, pulling out of you with a hiss as his hands manoeuvre you into the position he wants: ass up, your dripping slit on display while your face is buried in the sheets. you’d asked him just last week why he liked to fuck you like that, to which he lied. because, how could he explain that it was easier to detach himself from his feelings when he didn’t have to make eye contact with you, to watch your face as he overwhelmed you with pleasure?

seonghwa quickly gets back into the pace he’d set before, driving his cock into you with determination. the skin on your hips stings while he digs crescents into it with his nails, a death grip keeping you in place for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight, his favourite little cocksleeve. its his hand snaking round to rub your clit that finally breaks your resolve.

“hwa!” you practically whine his name, fuelling his ego more. there’s no sight prettier to him than you begging for his cock. “i’m gonna- fuck-”

“you’re gonna what, darling?” neither of you acknowledge the sudden new pet name, far more endearing than his usual use of kitten or whore. “gonna cum for me? make a mess all over my cock? huh?”

you don’t get the chance to reply as your orgasm flushes over you suddenly, your walls tightening around him as you paint him in your juices. seonghwa does his best to keep pace, fucking you through your high. the hands which had previously gripped your hips, now rub softly at your skin, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss along your spine.

with his own high approaching, his thrusts grow sloppier and his sweet moans reach your ears. when he feels you purposefully clench around him, seonghwa topples over the edge of sanity, his frame collapsing on top of yours as he milks himself into you, filling your hole with his seed. 

you both just lay there, sweat coated bodies stuck together as you try regain your breaths and he softens inside of you. you can’t help but whine as he slips out, rolling over to lay next to you, no words being exchanged and no glances being shared. 

you’re the first one to finally move, doing your best to find your discarded clothing and dressing yourself as quickly as possible. it’s not till you check your phone and see the notification that you realise you’re late for the reservation. you really should be more concerned with how little guilt you feel, if any at all. 

“go run along to your date, i guess.” seonghwa speaks carelessly, ignoring how much he wants to ask you to do the opposite. to stay with him, to realise what you could both have if you’d just stop being afraid to end your loveless relationship, to see he desired you in ways so much more than just physically.  

but, alas, he’s a coward. 

“just remember who’s cum it is staining your pretty panties while you’re sat across from him.”

Save your energy 🌞

Today, my therapist was talking about how the smallest bits of self-care — even making yourself a mug of warm tea — are a way of recognizing your own worth, and how meaningful they are when you really dislike yourself. “After all,” she said, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t often make tea for people I hate.”

And that really hit me, especially because I’m an acts-of-service kind of person and tea is one of my go-to ways to show people that I’m thinking about them, care about them, and hope their day could be a little better. So maybe when I make tea for myself, I’m saying that to myself, too, that I’m thinking of my own needs, caring for myself, and trying to make my day a little better. 

And that’s really important to me because a lot of days I struggle to do basic things to keep myself going and just feel like I’m self-destructive, only ever making things worse… but most days I still manage to make myself a mug of tea or two. And it’s good to know that that matters. 

So, im not sure where to post this but im hoping to find a new role playing partner? I prefer simi lit / or literate and if interested pm me please.

Ateez fandom

- Seongwha

Bts

Kim Namjoon

Min yoongi

♡My Sun & My Moon - C. Jongho♡

“At night, when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the moon trying to get to you, in hopes you’re on the other side, talking to me too or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?” ~ Bruno Mars - Talking To The Moon

Credits to » @tinkerbellwoo for the photos!

Genre » Angst

AU » Idol

Pairing » Jongho x GN!Reader

Warning(s) » None

Word count » 1156

Happily ever afters don’t seem to exist for the idols in this industry. Jongho’s young age doesn’t make a difference when he’s thinking about dating– no matter how old or young you are, love seems to be blocked by the fame every group strives for. Even without rules about relationships, it’s made nearly impossible to date anyone. But somehow, he manages to find someone that loves him the way he has been longing for.

“Ohmygod, I’m sorry!” You apologized over and over again, smoothing out the coat he wore when you bumped into him.

He smiled empathetically, chuckled the tiniest bit, “It’s all good. No need to worry…I liked your performance today.”

His compliment caught you off guard, “Oh umm–thanks? I love your performance, it’s nice!”

“Just nice?” He teased.

You blushed, “It was amazing! You’re truly an amazing vocalist, I could only dream of becoming as amazing as you.”

“That can be arranged.”

From that moment and forward, a relationship began to blossom from the planted seed of desire in the dirt that’s fertilized by loneliness and lust for even the smallest bit of affection. Jongho would pray to whoever heard him–he prayed for the blooming flower to open up with all the petals to represent each beautiful memory that will be shared together.

You are his sun that came to night up his nocturnal being. Everywhere you went, the light radiating off your body spreads all around and brightens the day of everyone and everything you meet. Your eye smiles are like a thousand rays of suns and his life has never been the same since. His sun sets and rises around you.

He watches your face sparkle on the big screen and he can’t help himself to lean over to watch you happily clap your hands together on the small monitor nearest to him. The gummy smile plays on his lips as you rap along with the too-fast-paced lyrics, your cheeks flush out of embarrassment noticing that everyone caught your adorable fail on their screens. Once the camera goes away, you turn back to look at Jongho who simply laughs at you and sends you a smile that tells all.  

“Yah! You can’t stare at them, there’s cameras everywhere.” Seonghwa snaps him back into the reality of being an idol, Jongho apologizes and looks at the stage instead of catching himself staring at you.

He can’t even glance at you without causing something. Jongho is sure that people already took notice at his gawking but he can’t help it. The way your hair laid beautifully on your head, the batting motion of your eyelashes, your lips that spread flowers over his when in private, and the figure hugging attire you have on sends him into a frenzy. And your eyes, they–

“Dude, seriously? You need to stop looking over there right now!” Yunho harshly whispers in his ear, warning him once again of the fans surrounding them.

“Sorry.”

“Start acting like it.”

He’s frustrated watching you sway to the music–it’s not just the act alone but it’s the fact that he can’t hold you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder and sway along with you. His eyes burn hearing the soft love song play in the background and seeing you dance alone. He can’t act out, especially here.

His love-hate relationship with award shows is truly something that bores him. He loves seeing his fans and the rush of performing but, ever since he met you he dreads award shows. His fans are respectful and don’t crowd the boys, but he feels so suffocated by the flashes of the long lenses and the need to act proper.

Don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t talk to this person, be careful of this, don’t you dare, ask before you do it, stop being so this or that;

And the list continues.

The invisible hands grip at his throat constantly. He has all the room to breathe, yet has no air to breathe through his lungs. The floor is made out of eggshells painted in the finest gold; he has to walk with such delicacy that he holds his breath the entire time.

Everytime he sees a camera flash in his face, he can see the headlines and the rumors and the flood of hate comments towards you. He has no problem dealing with the hatred but if it’s aimed at you, might as well rip his heart out because that feeling will hurt less than seeing your bright heart turn dull at the words of faceless strangers. The envious comments flooding your social media is something he can’t help but imagine as he notices more cameras shift over to you. The fingers on the lenses twirl around to focus on your face, and you feel every burn.

The show is coming to an end and you’re ready to go back to the dressing rooms and away from the lenses. Your pace quickens once you’re safe from the audience’s view. Your members attempt to keep up with you. Just as you’re about to reach the hallway of the room, a familiar hand wraps itself around your wrist and tugs you back,

“Y/N wait, let me–”

“I don’t want to be seen with you Jongho.” Your words slice through the first layer of his chest.

Hurt and confused, he asks you to explain further, “w-what? Why?”

“It’s all over Twitter.”

“What is?”

“Just, stop, okay? I can’t go through this stupid scandal and jeopardize my members’ careers. I really really like you but…we were going to be temporary, my company wants us to be forever. I’m not letting someone like you in my life.”

You walk down the hall, the second layer is cut through.

You slam the door and the noise resonates through the vacant space, the third layer is cut through.

Checking Twitter and seeing the hate you are receiving from “fans” cuts through the final layer and pierces his heart.

He walks solemnly into the car, observing the chattering but tired members. Sitting quietly, he peers out the window and looks up at the moon.

Jongho remembers looking at the moon when he felt the most lonely, it was always there for him. The moon understood him and filled the darkness with a beam of light. When he met you, it’s like he cheated on the moon with the sun. You eclipsed the moon from his life permanently. Who needs the darkness when the light is what keeps you warm?

But the moon still remains high in the sky for him to adore. He now sits on the ledge of the window, letting the darkness engulf his life once more.

His heart aches and his eyes burn but knowing you live under the same moon makes him embrace his nocturnal life once again. No matter what, you’ll always be there.

The moon can’t outshine the sun forever.

♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

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