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I mentioned it before, but a lot of people haven’t been able to see my older posts because the visibility settings were turned off so I’ll be reposting a few of them! Please feel free to read them if you haven’t already! <3

Favorite Place~

ꕥGenre: College!au, Angst, Fluff

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Emo!Hongjoong

ꕥWord Count: ~4.8k

ꕥWarnings: General angst (happy ending), Unknown man being creepy to reader, Characters insulting reader behind her back, Alcohol intake, Driving with a few sips of alcohol (please don’t drink and drive), Implied violence, Language, Oral (f recieving), Unprotected sex, Corruption kink, Language

ꕥA/N: Reader is a girly-girl bc we need more rep that isn’t hella negative and to actually be portrayed as smart and hardworking for once 😤 You👏can👏be👏both👏 ANyWay—thank you for bearing with me while I wrote this

I ran my hands along the open science textbook laying upon my desk, eyes scanning rapidly over the information. The pages were thin and flimsy, clearly showing the book’s age. If I wasn’t careful, the pages would rip with ease. Not that I had time to actually think about that.

In less than five minutes I, along with the twenty five other poor souls who took this class of their own volition, would be handed our last final for the class. A hundred and ten questions in an hour and thirty minutes.

The class was basically academic suicide and had I been told that, I would have stayed far, far away from the class. But no. No one bothered to run that by me.

A whiff of familiar cologne filled my nose and against my better judgement I looked up to find the class genius, Hongjoong Kim. It was bad enough that he was smart as a whip and never needed to study, but on top of it all he was a dangerous, handsome, irresistible bad boy.

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Not on my fucking christian minecraft server you don’t-

This bitchass knows what he’s doing look at that fucking smirk my god he’s so hot I feel attacked

choi san (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

So it’s my birthday apparently??

happy birthday bisexuals

I’ve been wounded-

It’s 2021, y’all, stop saying your love language is words of affirmation. You have a praise kink.

As many of you know, my blog contains both sfw and nsfw content. I don’t mind if minors interact with my sfw content, because obviously there is no sexual content within it. Knowing that there are legal ramifications for both parties, I’d like to ask minors to please not interact with my nsfw content. I always clarify which category my writing will fall into, so refer to that. Please be considerate of this, thank you.

why do yall act like 17 yr olds dont have sexual thoughts? idk who that post was abt but like i remember being 17 and it was no different than being 18

bruh have sexual thoughts all you want but keep them to yourself tf 😭 i’m not reading smut written by a minor about literal fucking adults, that’s so weird and uncomfortable. legally you’re still recognised as a child and all your content is doing is promoting child p*rn - is writing smut about an underaged idol okay?? no? then why is it different when it’s a minor writing smut about full grown ass men? make it make sense

Hongjoong really said pride month 😤🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

hongjoong’s rainbow hair 🌈 kingdom finale

Mr. Song~

ꕥPosted: 7/8/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Softdom!Fem!reader x Mingi

ꕥWord Count: Idk i’d day a solid amount

ꕥWarnings: Oral (m reviving), language

ꕥA/N: This is the first smut I’ve written so please go easy on me. If you’ve got any suggestions let me know :)

Mingi groaned as I ran my hands over his bare chest, straddling him. With a blindfold over his face and handcuffs restraining him to our bed, there was barely enough room for him to move. He didn’t hate it, completely, but he hated that he couldn’t see me. I knew that and he knew that I knew. I chuckled to myself as watched him react to every one of my touches.

“Please let me see you,” Mingi let out in barely a whisper, not trusting his voice.

“Not yet, but soon.” I said as he made a noise in protest, making me smile again.

I pulled his jeans off slowly and tossed them over my shoulder, leaving them somewhere in the room. My hands drew circles around his thighs causing him to let out ragged breaths. My hands wandered up to the top of his boxers, snapping them once, then moving up to his neck. I kissed along his neck, enjoying every noise and reaction coming from him.

“Okay, okay you’ve had your fun now, please. At least take off this blindfold.”

“As you wish, Mr. Song.”

“God I hate when your call me that.”

“Oh I know, Mingi, but it’s too fun not to.”

I slipped the blindfold off only to meet his lust-filled eyes. Mingi’s eyes were dark to begin with, but sex always made his eyes darker - much darker.

“You look hot,” was the only thing he muttered as he looked at my black lingerie, devouring me with his eyes.

“Oh I know,” I said as I flashed him a smile and kept eye contact, moving my way down his body leaving kisses, finally reaching his underwear. His breaths became heavier as he watched me.

“Please, y/n.”

“That’s all you had to say, babe.”

I slowly removed his boxers - obviously too slow as indicated my his moans - and licked his tip as slow as possible, finally taking him in my mouth.

“God, please. Please let me touch you. I need you. I need...need to feel you.” Mingi’s words and shaky voice did nothing to help my core, making me even more wet. I knew he could feel it too because of the slight smile and eyebrow raise he gave me.

“Fine,” I relented. “Let’s shake on it.” I put up my hand as if to give him a handshake but feigned sadness.

“Oh, it appears you can’t give me a handshake. And we both know all solid deals are made by shaking hands, so I’m afraid I can’t let you go.”

Mingi’s face fell at my words and I felt a slight pang of sadness.

“I’m kidding, babe. I’m not trying to tease you that much today.”

“Thank fucking god,” he groaned as I reached for the key to unlock his cuffs.

“Just...let me do one thing first?” I fluttered my eyelashes, trying to make myself look as innocent as possible for him to give in.

Mingi gave me an exasperated look.

“Fine.”

I cupped his face and gently kissed him. The kiss went on longer than I expected and we both eventually had to pull away for air.

“I’m so in love with you, Mingi.”

“Pretty sure I love you more but okay.”

I shook my head and smiled as I unlocked him. The instant his handcuffs were removed he flipped me with my back to the bed.

“I’m gonna get you now, y/n.”

I squealed as he ticked me, peppering me with kisses. He finally stopped and looked me in the eyes. I could so clearly see the love he had for me as he gave me a gentle smile and shook his head slightly. If it weren’t for how close his lips were to my ear, I wouldn’t have heard his next words:

“I’m gonna marry you one day y/n.”

My eyes grew at his words. I didn’t expect Mingi to propose to me anytime soon. But here I was, listening to him basically propose to me. And I loved it. I kissed him hard, gently wrapping my arms around his neck so I could pull him closer.

“I’m holding you to that.”

“I’m expecting you to.” His smile grew and his eyes disappeared, making me fall in love with him again - not that that didn’t happen every day.

“Now,” Mingi whispered, “where were we?”

Hellooooo random but 👀 your aesthetic is ABSOLUTELY STUNNING O.o like fr damn😔👌 have a nice day/night please 💖💖

Awww thank you!!! 🥺🥺 And you too!! Also just wanted to say I haven’t got to read all of your fics yet but they’re so good!! ♥️♥️♥️

The Blossom Festival~

ꕥPosted: 7/8/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Crack

ꕥPairing: GenderNeutral!Reader x Yunho

ꕥWord Count: Enough

ꕥWarnings: Language

“It’s too damn hot for this,” Hongjoong said, wiping sweat off his forehead.

“Well what do you want me to do about it, Hongjoong?” San retorted.

“Well some shade would be nice, to start.”

Yunho, Hongjoong, San, and I made the terribly unfortunate decision to attend a festival in July...in the middle of a heat wave. To be fair, we were bored as hell and barely had time to go out anymore with our busy schedules.

Hongjoong continued, “It’s literally 92 degrees outside. This is disgusting.”

“Your mom’s disgusting.”

“Watch your mouth, San, or I’m gonna smack you to next week.”

“Ha. I’m sure you would if you could reach me.”

“Alright, that’s enough testosterone out of the both of you,” I wiped my sweat-filled hair out of my eyes and continued, “let’s try and enjoy this, okay?”

“Y/n you literally look like wet dog.”

I closed my eyes and feigned annoyance, “San I don’t have the time or patience to deal with you right now.”

I looked up at Yunho and saw him smiling. Even though he hadn’t said a word I could see the playfulness in his eyes. He didn’t look back at me but clearly saw me looking and squeezed my hand in acknowledgment.

Yunho finally spoke up, “How about some blossom ice cream? It’s a tradition of y/n’s and mine to get some every year.”

I nodded my head in agreement, remembering all the cute memories we made here since we started dating. I then looked to gauge San and Hongjoong’s reactions. San seemed to be on board but Hongjoong had a different opinion.

“What the hell is that? Is it made with legit blossoms or something?”

“No, dumbass. It’s pink sherbet.”

“Then why on earth is it called blossom ice cream, y/n?”

“Dude,” Yunho interjected, “This celebration is literally called The Blossom Festival.”

“Oh. Uh...sure then.”

“...dumbass.”

-

We walked along the busy street, watching people pass. Little children chased one another holding pink stuffed animals while others played carnival games. Young teenagers could be spotted kissing under blossom trees. Elderly were often found sitting on benches under the shade, reminiscing and telling stories of when they were young. There was a place for everyone here, I think that’s partly why I liked it so much.

“This certainly is a busy place, especially considering the weather,” Hongjoong said as he fanned his face with his hand, clearly regretting wearing all black.

“It’s so obvious that you’ve never been here before. People will come here in over 100 degree weather just to celebrate and play games.”

“Yunho, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I mean it’s 92 right now, and look at all the people still here,” Yunho motioned all around us.

“Touché.”

-

After what felt like forever, we reached one of the booths selling blossom ice cream. Surprisingly, there wasn’t that long of a line.

“This better be worth it, Yunho.”

“It will be, San. Trust me.”

Standing in line for 15 minutes doesn’t sound like much, but when the heat is steadily climbing it feels like you’re the wicked witch and someone just threw a bucket of water at you. Luckily, the line was under shade.

Finally, when we got the ice cream, it was just as good as I remember. Just like-

“OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST ICE CREAM I’VE EVER HAD IN MY FUCKING LIFE.”

“San you need to calm your ass down, there are children,” Hongjoong said while we all laughed at San’s reaction, “It is super good though.” He added.

Surprisingly, we were silent for a while, simply enjoying our ice cream until San spotted a certain carnival game.

“HONGJOONG THEY HAVE THAT ONE GAME WHERE YOU THROW THE NEEDLE THINGS AT THE BALLOONS AND THEY POP! WE GOTTA GO!!”

San turned to Hongjoong and shook his shoulders, yelling at him a bit too loud, “WE COULD WIN A GOLDFISH!”

Before Hongjoong could get a word in, San ran off in the direction of the booth.

Hongjoong put a hand on his face and sighed, “Alright I’ll take the child. You two lovebirds have fun.”

Yunho and I looked at each other. Both of us had smiles on our faces as we raised our ice creams.

“Geonbae!” We cheered and continued to eat our ice cream.

“You know y/n, I’ve been thinking.”

“Have you been doing so safely? That’s a dangerous game, babe.”

He rolled his eyes, “I meant our three year anniversary is coming up and I want to do something special.”

“Oh yeah?” I raised my eyebrows, “What did you have in mind?”

“Honesty, whatever you want, honey.”

Yunho kissed me gently, then pulled back only for me to place my hand on his cheek and pull him back to my lips.

“You’re pretty cute, you know that?”

I blushed, making Yunho smile. He kissed both of my pink cheeks and whispered to me, “I don’t care what we do. I’m with you and that’s all I care about.”

Asap (like the song from STAYC), Mingi, Fluff for the prompt game 💜💜💜💕

ꕥPosted: 9/16/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Mingi

ꕥWord Count: ~530

ꕥWarnings: None

ꕥTag List: @cappujinho​ @bobateastay @nevieatiny​ @onceonafullmoon @hxneyboy

ꕥA/N: Reminder that I’m taking asks at the moment for the made-up title game! Hope you enjoy this one! :)

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“Hello there, Mr. Bird. Are you having a good morning?”

The sparrow cocked its head and hopped closer to the park bench you were sitting on. You smiled, egging the bird to come closer. It cocked its head again, its little eyes blinking at you.

“I’m not scary, I promise.” Your voice was soft, afraid of frightening it away.

As if the bird understood you, it hopped closer still, looking at you with wide eyes. 

“I really wish I had food or something to give you, little guy. You’re just so cute.”

“So are you.” A young man standing across from you laughed at your startled expression. He gave you a lopsided smile.

“I...You’re gonna scare the bird away.”

The bird turned to the man and began to hop in his direction and you didn’t try to hide the pout on your face.

He laughed, “Why do you look so sad?”

You crossed your arms, “You stole my bird from me.”

The man crouched down, looking at the bird, “Go on back, I think the beautiful lady misses you.”

The bird blinked at him and flew to you, perching on your knee and letting out a happy chirp.

“You’re making heart eyes at that bird.” He laughed again. It was a deep sound that matched his voice. It was handsome, just like him, and you felt yourself being drawn to the stranger.

“He understands!” You gushed, “I wish I could keep him as a pet. It’s like he’s listening to me and I feel like a Disney princess.”

“Well he just listened to me, too…so.”

You gave him a frown, “Yeah but he listened to me first.”

The man approached you with a smile and motioned at the empty spot next to you, “May I?”

You nodded and he took a seat. As he sat down, the little bird sat on your lap too, seemingly content. You smiled at the sight.

“I saw you yesterday, at the bookstore.”

“Oh?” Your voice was tiny, butterflies fluttering in your stomach because he remembered you, even if you didn’t know who he was.

“Yeah. You’re so kind, you know that? I saw you helping that older lady find the books she was looking for. You made conversation and you were so welcoming to her. You didn’t even know her. I admire that.”

You were quiet, not sure of what to say. You were thankful for the compliment but surprised that he even noticed you. You didn’t think that you did anything special, you just wanted to be nice to the woman.

He cleared his throat, “I’m Mingi, by the way.”

“Y/n.”

“Well, y/n if you’d like, there’s another library that I found around here recently. It’s essentially the Library of Alexandria I mean they’ve got everyth-”

“Yes!” You said without thinking, your eyes widening when you realized how overly enthusiastic you must’ve sounded. If the man noticed your slightly flushed cheeks, he didn’t comment on it.

Mingi chuckled, standing up and extending a hand to you, “Come with me? I’d love to go with you as soon as possible. I’d really like to get to know you. Maybe we could go right now? If you’re free, that is.”

You smiled, gladly taking his hand. “I’d love to go.”

The bird looked at you and then to Mingi, chirping as though it was a goodbye and flew away out of sight. Neither you nor Mingi knew it, but the bird’s job was done, bringing you two together. The bird sang happily at the success. He was quite the match-maker, indeed.