Pairing: Jiseok x reader
Genre: smut
Notes: they're acquaintances, restroom quicky, touching over the clothes, they're tipsy but everything is very consensual, fingering, protected sex, little bit of spit play, little bit of crying from pleasure, reader is called 'slut', hair pulling.
I knew this was going to be wild when he rolled up his sleeves
ღ Xdinary Heroes Gaon x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.5k ღ genre & warnings: smut, sub!Gaon, dom!reader, (implied) situationship, oral (reader receiving), praise (idol receiving) ღ reader: has a vagina, no other descriptions of reader's body, no pronouns used
Desc.: in which you’re frustrated and run to the one person who seems to always make it better.
Author’s note: If this seems familiar, this fic is a repost from another blog that I ended up deleting a while back!^^
"Can I come over?"
"Of course."
"Be there in 10."
With the bundle of emotions you've been bottling up all day running through your veins, you shove your phone into the pocket of your jacket and grab a few other things - your keys and your wallet. As for spare clothes, you have them at his place anyway. Then you storm out the door, not caring about bothering your neighbours with the loud noise it makes when it ungently falls into its lock.
I live for pussy drunk gaon
1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝
𓂃⠀𓈒 idol!hyeongjun x fem!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 0.9
request: “what if someone sees?!” + “you have no idea how much i want you right now” + face slapping
contains: brother’s best friend trope, reader is gunil’s sister, mean!dom!hyeongjun, unprotected sex, exhibitionism kink, face slapping (f!rec), name calling (slut once), choking (f!rec), biting, brief and light degradation
hi. considering what i just posted i want to be absolutely clear - i do not support ai "art" or ai in general, and i am not supportive of yuku posting ai, but as an archiver i feel it's still something I need to post here.
here are some articles to understand my stance on ai a little better:
AI—The good, the bad, and the scary via eng.vt.edu
Is A.I. Art Stealing from Artists? via newyorker.com
seeing sm of my favs post the ai art hurts😭
i was watching xdiz with jaejoong and I NEED a fic with Jooyeon teaching reader how to play the bass and i know u can turn this idea into an amazing fic 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Here you go! This turned out longer than expected but I had so much fun writing it!!
Lee Jooyeon Summary: Jooyeon teaches you to play the bass and both of you too can feel the tension. (idol/non-idol au) WC:~1.3k Warning:none
photo not mine credits to owner.
“You make playing the bass look so cool,” you say. Jooyeon and you are both sitting on the floor of his bedroom. He’s strumming away on his bass, showing you a new song. His long hair flows in his face. His pick strumming against the strings, sitting between his thumb and forefinger.
“Because I am cool,” he remarked. You let out a light scoff, shaking your head. “What? You don’t think I’m cool?” he challenged.
the flutters are back
Pairing: friends with benefits Seungmin x Reader
Genre: fluff, smut, fwb to lovers
Wc: 3.8k
Notes: lots of yapping between them, they're really good friends, reader had sex with someone else just before coming to seungmin and they talk about that for a little bit, making out, oral (f receiving), reader gets facetimed during sexual acts, protected sex that ends in unprotected sex, petnames, slight edging (f receiving), sloppy fingering, slight body worship (both receiving/giving), occasional swear word.
“I know it's late, but are you busy?” You ask through the phone. You look out of the window as you sit in the middle of the bus as the only passenger. You focus on your friend’s voice, soft but clear.
You hear Seungmin chuckle softly. “No, I’m not busy. But I have a feeling I might be.”
“See you in 10 minutes?” You semi ask, rather stating it. “It was a pretty lame date and I need company.
He knows exactly what you mean by that, the arrangement had been made quite some time ago.
“On my way.” He replies with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
part two | part three
pairing: rockstar!junhan x fem!reader x supermodel!jooyeon
genre: slice of life ( 18+ ) wc: 1.6k
summary: your friend’s rock band books the coffee shop you work at for a day to shoot their new music video. at first glance, everything is going well until the line between story and reality begins to blur
contains: brief mention of a hook up (under light alcohol influence), sprinkle of angst and suppressed feelings
a.note ! the amazing joohan collage at the top is made by @nomatterjoo big thank you to her for sharing it with me and making it in the first place - this idea wouldn’t have happened without it ♡
“Junhan, hey!” You pull the boy aside, quickly before they call him back to touch up his makeup or adjust the bangs of his bright red hair. “Who is that?”
Junhan follows your gaze.
The small coffee shop you’ve been working at for over six months has transformed into a chaotic set for an upcoming music video for Junhan’s band; there’s tons of camera equipment, high energy and overwhelmed people buzzing around. A vast contrast to what this space usually looks like.
why have 1 hot guy when you can have 2
XDINARY HEROES and their roles in a messy romantic movie!
⚘( ၴႅၴ GAON—professional hint hopper.
250326 Ending Fairies
WAITING ROOM ──★ ˙
꒰ ﹒ pairing: heeseung x fem!reader ... ﹒ friends to lovers, fluff ... ﹒ w/c: 21k synopsis: for three years, you and heeseung have hovered between friendship and something more—stolen glances, late-night car rides, hands brushing under tables. but when the waiting finally ends, you realize you were never just friends to begin with. ꒰ ﹒ warnings: smut, mdni! explicit sexual content, petnames, unprotected sex (dont do it!!!!) not proofread 💿 % (◠﹏◠ ✿) #nowplaying: waiting room - phoebe bridgers
Three years ago, you met Heeseung at a Halloween party. And, in a way, he never really left.
You remember the night in sharp, neon clarity, the kind that only exists in memories warped by time and too many cheap drinks. The bass of the music was rattling against the walls, distorting into something unrecognizable by the time it reached your ears. The air was thick, humid with the breath of a hundred strangers crammed into an apartment too small to hold them. It smelled like spilled alcohol, synthetic fog from a cheap smoke machine, and the faintest trace of cinnamon, probably from some idiot who thought Fireball was a good idea.
You were standing in the kitchen, gripping a plastic cup half-full of something blue and questionably sweet, when you felt it. The warmth of someone moving too close. The press of a shoulder against yours. And then—disaster.
this is a work of art. even if you dont stan enhypen (i mean i don't really) you HAVE to read this fic it's amazing
