Stark Tower has literally got the best wifi in the whole of New York and Tony makes it free as well so sometimes he’ll walk out of the ground floor and just see like a dozen or so people, usually kids, just sat on the doorstep on their phones or laptops and like it’s such a little thing to do but yknow. He’s Ironman. Give the kids some damn fast wifi.

okay BUT

the day after actual tony stark saw them hanging out in frony of the Tower, some of the kids were reluctant to go back there but God they had to finish their homework and the tower was on their way from school so they go back there and

theres a separate room that surely mustve been some important part of the lobby yesterday but now had a “Free WiFi Zone” plate on the door. Inside were huge sofas and armchairs and beanbags, fridges stocked with various drinks, a coffee maker and 20ish iron man mugs, a couple of laptops on the desk near the wall and a note for them to read:

“This is your part of the Tower now. Use whatever you need, no time limit, and stay in school kids :) - T. S.”

So I uh… went to write a short, cute drabble for this and… I ended up writing a nearly 3k long fic? Whoops? This got away from me. I regret nothing.

It started with Wi-fi. Wi-fi of all things. Tony found out by accident.

“What’s going on out here?” Tony asked, sliding his sunglasses down a bit to look at the group of teenagers sitting in front of the Tower.

All the teens looked up at once, eyes wide like deer caught in headlights. They looked at each other, then back at Tony.

“Um, well…” A brunet spoke up, closing his laptop. “The Avengers Tower has great Wi-fi, sir. And it’s free. We all… some of us don’t have access to Wi-fi at home, and we need it for school projects.”

Tony blinked. “Oh. Okay. Study hard, then.” He adjusted his sunglasses again and walked into the Tower without a second thought.

But later that day, Tony keeps thinking about it. Can’t get it out of his head, until he goes so far to have FRIDAY pull up security camera footage from in front of the Tower over the past few weeks.

There are kids there, always, Tony finds. Anywhere from ten to nearly fifty, all crowded around the Tower, sitting on the grass. Even at night or in shitty weather, there were at least a few.

And sure, Tony was fine with it. More than fine with it, even. If kids wanted to use Tony’s Wi-fi, he on board with it. Tony was completely with the idea of accessible technology.

So it hung out in the back of Tony’s mind, and he smiled at the group of the teens he saw every time he walked in and it the Tower. He made sure security didn’t bother them, and left them to their devices.

But the thoughts of it wouldn’t leave Tony’s brain. A part of him ached a little at the idea of the kids who were so needing of a damned Wi-fi connection they would sit in the rain for it. It got to the point that Tony was lying awake in bed, thinking about it.

“FRIDAY, are there any vacant floors in the Tower?” Tony asked, staring at the ceiling.

“There are three vacant floors,” FRIDAY answered in a chipper voice.

Tony sat up. “FRIDAY, order a shit ton of junk food and furniture. We have work to do.”

And so it began. Within a week, Tony had a large room on its own floor completely dedicated to being an expansive lounge. It had all sorts of furniture, shelves stocked with every food Tony could think of, a fridge full of drinks, an espresso machine, and over a dozen outlets. It was close to the bottom floor, easily accessible by the elevator. Tony talked to Happy and reorganized his entire security so that anyone could walk into the Tower and go straight to the lounge.

The first day, there were already over twenty teens milling around, laptops plugged in and noses in books. It made Tony smile and feel warm in ways he couldn’t describe, seeing the tranquil environment of kids studying. The numbers grew over time, and Tony made sure it was kept accessible 24/7.

So it started with Wi-fi. But after that, things got more… complicated.

Tony was in the lounge, taking an inventory of what needed to be restocked. Sure, he had people for that, but it was nice to show his face every so often, remind the kids he existed.

Tony finished writing down how many bags of Doritos were on the shelf and spun around, crashing right into someone.

“Oh fuck,” Tony stumbled, catching the person by their elbows. A pair of startled green eyes stared up at him in horror. “Hey. Hi.” Tony smiled. “Sorry about that. Wasn’t looking where I was going. My fault.”

The girl stared at him, breathing hard. “I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“Hey, no. My fault, remember?” Tony soothed. “I’m responsible for at least fifty per cent of the accidents in this Tower.”

“Actually, you’re responsible for sixty-seven point nine per cent.” FRIDAY chirped.

Tony frowned. “Is that counting the incident on Thursday?”

“You did hold fifty per cent of the blame.” FRIDAY reminded him.

“Twelve per cent, at most,” Tony argued. He looked back at the girl. “Thor tried to put a raw egg in the toaster, it’s a long story.”

The girl gave a confused, shy smile. Tony counted that as some kind of victory.

Tony went to let go of the girl’s elbows when his gaze brushed over her forearm. “Hey.” Tony’s voice was softer. “Are you okay?”

The girl froze again, biting her lip. “No- it’s fine, I don’t-” Her face turned red. But not as red as the angry lines cut into her wrist.

“You wanna talk?” Tony asked, eyebrows knit together.

“You-you’re busy I shouldn’t-”

“FRIDAY, cancel the afternoon meeting. Or tell them I’m not coming,” Tony said without hesitation. “There, I’m free.”

The girl frowned. “You didn’t have to do that. It’s fine, really.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, kid. Let’s talk, okay?” He sighed at her hesitance. “Hey, what’s the worst I can do? I’m just some rich guy.”

With a begrudging smile, the girl took Tony’s hand and Tony lead them to an empty storage room, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.

“What’s your name?” Tony asked.

“Cecilia,” The girl mumbled.

“Hi, I’m Tony.” Tony introduced with a bright smile. Cecilia laughed. “So you wanna talk about this?” He pointed to her wrist.

“I…” Cecilia cleared her throat. “It’s hard, you know? School is hard, and I’m not good enough to do anything right, and…” She swallowed. Cecilia covered her face, choking on a sob.

Tony scooted closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You wanna know something, kid?”

Cecilia looked up.

“I am one of the richest men alive, have been named Sexiest Man Alive three times, have my last name attached to a fortune five hundred company, have been called one of the leading minds of the 21st century, am a member of the goddamned Avengers and…” Tony ran a hand through his hair. “And I feel the same way. All the time. I wake up worried that someday everyone’s gonna see through me, see the fraud I really am.” Tony cleared his throat. “I have anxiety attacks. I wake up screaming from nightmares. I avoid mirrors. And some days I don’t want to wake up at all.

“But I do. Because there are people who need me to. And maybe it’s more for me than you. But it’s not about numbers. Quantity holds no value the quality. As long as there’s one person who cares, you’ve got a reason to wake up in the morning.” Tony thought a moment. “And if you’ve got no one else, then I count, right?”

There was a long stretch of awkward silence, but the shy smile Tony got made it all worth it.

After that, Tony invested in having free, confidential, no strings attached therapists at the Tower for the kids who came to study. He started with five, but by the end of the month, Tony had seven full time and three part-time working at the Tower. Tony did briefly see Cecilia’s face every now and then, and she seemed happier. That made it all worth it.

After that, everything was a downward spiral. Someone put a suggestion box on the door, and the teens who stayed wrote their ideas down. Tony read every single one. Even the stupid ones. And he listened.

First, there were showers installed in the bathrooms. Tony noticed there were certain faces that showed up more than others, so often it was almost concerning. So Tony figured they might as well freshen up while there. The showers were equipped with towels, soap, and all other necessities.

After the showers came the storage room filled with other living supplies. Blankets, food items, clothing, some basic tech, gift cards for local supermarkets, toiletries. Anything Tony could think of required for living. Like everything else, anyone could take anything, no questions asked.

Then came the library. There were suggestions for a supply of the review books and textbooks for the classes students were taking, and Tony decided to go in all or nothing. The library was filled wall to wall with every modern textbook and review book in the curriculum, as well as an expansive amount of leisure reads as well. Tony stocked it with comfortable seating, computers and tablets as well. There were no late fees, Tony refused to make any of the kids pay a damned dime for things they should have basic access to.

And then there were physical doctors as well. Ones who could give flu shots and prescribe at least the most basic of medications and advice.

After that, the gym just seemed to be common sense. As the recommendations in the box pointed out, public gyms were expensive. So Tony set up a gym. Granted it wasn’t Avengers level, but it was a damned nice gym.

Tutors came next. Private tutors, as well as ones that would teach entire groups. Tony managed to wrestle with the local schools to even get the kids credit for some of the tutorings.

After that, things finally seemed to mellow out. Tony drew up a list of rules, but most of the teens were pretty decent about keeping things civil. Tony was damned proud to average only one incident a month.

The Avengers found out about the Student’s Lounge as it’d be dubbed, and they frequented it more than Tony expected. He found Clint down there telling stories that were probably classified, Natasha showing a group of girls ballet moves, Thor showing off trinkets from Asgard, Steve drawing with a group of art kids, Sam giving serious talks on mental health, and so on. It was nice.

And it worked. Kids were happy and studying, but also had a place to relax and unwind. Tony did have to get an ungodly number of permits and licenses to do what he did, but it was all beyond worth it to see the kids smiling and being safe.

It was a year later when Tony was working in his workshop with jeans and a tank top and FRIDAY caught his attention.

“Mr Stark, your presence has been requested in the Student’s Lounge,” FRIDAY said, cutting into the silence.

Tony frowned. “Is it an emergency?”

There was a pause. “No, but the students are rather insistent.”

“Fine.” Tony stood up with a sigh. “Tell them I’ll be down there in a minute.”

Tony took the elevator down to the floor that was now entirely monopolized by the Student’s Lounge. As soon as the doors opened he found himself standing in front of a few dozen teens, all crowded around and waiting.

“Is this some club meeting or a cult initiation?” Tony asked, sliding his grease-covered hands into his pockets.

A teen stepped forward, a blond boy with bright eyes and a nervous smile. “Uh, hi. We… we had something we wanted to share with you.” He was holding note cards, absently tapping them.

Tony glanced around. “Well then, shoot.” He spread his hands.

The blond cleared his throat, looking down at the cards. “We hear the saying a lot,” He read, “that it’s impossible to shop for a man who has everything. And with you, that couldn’t be more true. A genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, and an amazing person all around. You truly have everything, Mister Stark.

“And yet, you give. You give, and you give. You gave us a place to study that became so much more. Beyond the material items, this place has become a home for all of us. For those of us who don’t have food to eat at home, books to read, clothes to wear, a family to come home to. All because you wanted to give some kids a good Wi-fi connection. You created a family. This year alone, the graduation rate grew ten per cent from last year, and we don’t think it’s a coincidence. And we’re all confident with your help, that number will grow more and more.

“You created jobs for the community. We did the math and figured at least fifty new jobs were created through the Student’s Lounge. And you pay for all of it out of pocket. You don’t need to. You’ve already saved the world more than enough times, given millions of dollars to charity. And yet you did this for a group of kids sitting on your front lawn just to get a decent Wi-fi connection.

“There are no words to describe the kindness that takes. The amount of time you’ve put towards this proves it’s so much more than a publicity stunt. Not only do you personally oversee everything, but you stop by weekly, even if just to say hi. You listen to what we have to say. In a world that makes it so easy to ignore teenagers, you put every ounce of effort into doing the complete opposite. And your effort didn’t go unnoticed.” The blond stepped aside and let a redhead girl stand in the middle instead.

“My name is Miranda.” The girl spoke up. “A year ago, I was addicted to heroin and struggling in all of my classes. I was… I was ready to drop out of school altogether, even considered selling my own body just for drug money. But a friend dragged me here and… and I got therapy. A doctor. Food. All things my family struggled to afford. My recovery is still slow going, but thanks to you, I can say I’m in recovery, to begin with. Thank you.” Miranda stepped to the side and a black haired boy took her place.

“I’m Ian. My parents abused me, and I had nowhere to go. Even after coming here to spend my afternoons, I was hesitant to overstay my welcome. But I wasn’t ever judged, and always felt safe here. I was able to work up enough courage to run away and start spending nights here. Eventually, I met a friend here who let me stay with them, but not once did I have to know how it felt to be homeless. This place was my home, the entire time, even now that I sleep somewhere else. You gave me a home. Thank you.”

And so it went on, each kid telling their own version, and Tony wasn’t even ashamed to admit he was openly crying before they even got through ten. And he listened. To every single one. Tried to remember names and important details, make mental notes for future reference. Tony watched and listened, entranced by every story.

The first boy stepped back up. “And I’m Ben. I don’t really have a sob story, but I do know that this place is a home for every single person here. We’re a family of brothers and sisters, and you’re, for lack of better wording, the cool dad. So thank you. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. So much. We hope our family can grow, and this home will only get better with each day. So while we don’t have any gift, we hope this can stand as one. Our stories are something that you gave us, and we hope by sharing them you can understand how much you mean to all of us.” The boy, Ben, lowered his notecards and smiled. “Thank you.”

Tony stared at them, wiping tears away from his eyes. “You’re all assholes.” He decided. “I am supposed to be a suave billionaire, and here you’ve got me crying like a dumbass.”

The teens all laughed.

“You know what?” Tony clapped his hands together. “This deserves a pizza party. Domino’s is about to hate me. Does anyone have any dietary restrictions? Start writing up a list while I find a phone number.”

“Don’t you have stuff to do?” A brunette girl who Tony remembered to be Cassie asked.

Tony shrugged. “It’s fine, I’ll do it in the morning.”

“Miss Potts has asked for the schematics to be uploaded by midnight,” FRIDAY spoke up.

“Pepper has been working for me long enough to know ‘by midnight’ means by noon the next day. It’s fine.” Tony waved off. “Come on, start writing a list. If I don’t see at least one gluten-free pizza, I’m making you do it again.”

The teens all smiled and started writing and shouting at each other. Tony watched with a happy sigh. They were a family.

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

this for real fucking works

hush

your boyfriend loves to play with you in bed for hours on end. it’s not your fault you get loud after so much teasing, right?

cw: smut, pre-established relationship, reader has a tummy, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina & boobs

a/n: i return from my hiatus bearing this drabble-turned-oneshot as penance. i completely missed kinktober AND kinkmas.... sigh :( oh well, enjoy this lil snippet of dom jeongin!! ^^ smut warnings under the cut

oh my gosh, OH MY GOSH ‼️ dom bf!jeongin is exactly what I need rn and him being a lil menacing tease in here is just.... 😩✊🏼 just so yk I AM HERE for it 🧎🏻‍♀️

☆han - super graphic ultra modern girl!☆

the first installment in seung-mong's kinktober 2024!

synopsis: han thinks hes seeing things. he usually enjoys camping by himself, but when a bright light and a high pitched noise makes his head throb and his nose bleed, he genuinely thinks he could die. now he REALLY thinks hes seeing things because.. is that someone falling from the sky? after deciding to sleep on it (passing out), he meets you. and uh, oh yea. he's definitely seeing things! "it doesnt matter tho, he'll never have what it takes to be with a girl like me!"

includes: loser nerd PERV!han x alien fem!reader, subby hanji, han jisung is a SIMP LOSER he is so desperate its silly, mention of bondage, use of some kind of aphrodisiac, its really nasty and sloppy bc han jisung has a spit kink i didnt say it i mean i did but i uhm anyway

wc: 10 k WOAH

a/n: wanna know what this super hot alien baddie is saying? use this! thanks for being so patient. i love u

han jisung sweeps back the stray strands of hair that have fallen across his forehead, the thin layer of sweat making it stick uncomfortably against his skin. his brows are furrowed, eyes squinted against the harsh rays of the sun.

he could have picked a better spot to set up camp, but he's far too lazy to pack everything up and find another place. besides, he risks losing this perfectly fine clearing in between the thick of the trees. he supposes its decent enough, close enough to the stream so he could make several trips back and forth to refill his canteen.

he wishes minho was with him, though. he's not really that used to camping alone. by now, minho and him would be fishing for dinner. instead, han decided to pack as many canned foods and prepped sandwiches he could to last him the next couple of days. he never had much luck with fishing anyway.

honestly, you would have thought he was being forced to do this all alone! he shakes off the thought, promising himself that he was completely fine with the fact. he digs for his fishing hat in the duffel bag he proceeds to unceremoniously toss into his tent.

"first order of business, build a fire." he speaks out loud to himself. he jolts back as if surprised by the own sound of his voice, then chuckles to himself.

OMGG THIS WAS SO GOOD 😍 their first interaction was both funny and cute lmao and alien!reader being taller than jisung was the takeaway like he'd def have a thing for taller women, esp if they're not from earth lmao 🤪 and han jisung being needy and horny during the smut scenes!!! can't go wrong with a needy whiny jisung in a fic bc that's the best 🗣🗣🗣

round and round in circles; yang jeongin

PAIRING I i.n x fem!reader

CAST I yang jeongin

WC | 3.3k

GENRE I smut, friends to to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, college!au

WARNINGS | explicit language, explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex, jeongin is kinda rough??? a little bit, slight exhibitionism

SYNOPSIS | jeongin has had a crush on you for the longest time. little does he know, you feel similarly—and you’re much less shy about showing your feelings.

A/N I requested by @jiyeonslays!! sorry this took so long bae, hope you enjoy this one 😽 this was sm fun to write <33

request to be added to current and future taglists HERE!

MASTERLIST | STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

Maybe it was your fault.

You had said that going to an amusement park was a dream of yours. A childhood dream, you’d emphasized, though it went in one ear and out the other as Jeongin smiled at you dumbly, like a silly, naive puppy.

JEONGIN IN A UNIFORM, ON AMUSEMENT PARK DATE, GETTING HORNY IN THE FERRIS WHEEL CART???? A DREAM FRR 😍✊🏼

loner ! minho - drabble

you've observed him in your classes. he's hot. he's always by himself. little did you know he was fascinated with you too...

-contains mature themes (risky sex oops)

minho's in your class. he's there almost for every single lecture. never skipping unless he didn't show up to uni.

theres something about him that makes your heart race. maybe because you were just like him. the silent ones in the class who mostly sat right at the back where you could be at peace and avoid most interactions.

somehow the two of y'all never sat together, sometimes sitting on opposite ends of the small class or maybe on the bench infront. you watch him at times whenever the lesson content gets boring. taking in the sight of him paying attention.

was he really paying attention or was he just lost in his thoughts?

were you ever in his thoughts?

did you ever make an appearance in his mind?

THE SIZE DIFFERENCE OF THEIR SHOES GYAACKK I'M FOAMING IN THE MOUTH AND CLAWING THE FLOORS GIMME LINO

.˚⭑.ᐟ training lee minho x f!reader

🔞 1.2k words of orgasm training? failed second orgasm, aftercare!!! overstimulation, vibrator usage; dirty talk with super light undertones of sadism (it's mostly a joke because minho loves overstimulating reader)

“Come on, angel, you can give me one more …”

HE'S SO SOFT AND SO SWEET AND SUCH A DREAMBOAT, I WANT HIM 😩✋️

Revelation (18+)

♡ Pairing: Vampire Priest!Jeongin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: very loosely inspired by midnight mass (tv), horror themes, vampire / human relationship, smut, possibly dead dove? read the warnings carefully and come to ur own conclusion on what you're willing to read before engaging pls :')

♡ Word Count: 4k

♡ Summary: The suspiciously young and extremely handsome priest of your small-town church has a very big secret– and it's not until he's sinking his fangs into your neck that you discover what exactly that secret is.

♡ General Warnings: usage of typical vampire abilities (increased senses, strength, etc), descriptions of blood, religious themes (specifically catholicism focused), references to religious guilt + shame, reader does not trust jeongin at all (for good reason lol), very blatant manipulation, cult vibes? jeongin basically has the whole town under his thumb so. do with that what you will lol

♡ Smut Warnings: dubcon, vampire venom that acts as an aphrodisiac, sexual acts inside a church (specifically in a confessional booth), some gendered language (dirty + good girl), dom/sub dynamics, dom!jeongin, biting + blood drinking, thigh riding, fingering (f rec), a lil bit of praise kink, corruption kink?

♡ Notes: this is possibly niche but well. the vampire priest concept lives rent free in my head thanks to midnight mass, and innie said he wanted to be a priest + he'd definitely be a sexy vampire so here we are lmao. and sorry i'm suddenly posting out of age order for my late kinktober fics but i ended up finishing this before the other members i still have left :')

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

There's something that isn't right about your local church's head priest. Firstly, his age doesn't make sense; who on God's green earth becomes a priest in their 20s?

no bc jeongin as a vampire is so....right. like he definitely has the look and all, have you seen the cheekbones this man possesses 🧎🏻‍♀️also this is HOT af and I'm giggling squealing twirling my hair and kicking my feet, I hope I dream ab him tonight 😍

oh me oh my 🧍‍♀️🧎‍♀️ no bc reader is so valid for fantasising ab binnie instead of doing her job like....look at those big strong muscles he got while holding that bowling ball ⁉️ anddddd he's also a soft dom ⁉️ unhand me, I'm ab to bite him

THE BREAK UP BUSINESS

[ an advent calendar series ]

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

[ abstract ]: He breaks up relationships, professionally. Lee Minho is the man people call when they wanna end things with their (not so) better half but don’t have the guts to do it. But this Christmas time everything changes, when he receives an offer from his former best friend and college roommate who needs desperate help to break up with his fiancée—you. However, this complicates everything. After all, you’ve been the only person that’s ever made Minho believe that true love might actually exist. So, what happens when you take the delivered message about the break up not so well and Minho—feeling guilty—offers you a place to stay, all while pushing away the feelings he’s had for you for years?

[ parts ]: this story will be updated daily from 1st until 25th December! | EP. 1 — ???

[ general ]: minho + fem reader, childhood friends/enemies → lovers, non idol au, best friend’s ex, demisexual reader, angst + fluff + smut, sunshine x grumpy, she falls first but he falls harder, a few flashback scenes, minho has huge commitment issues and reader is a hopeless romantic

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ tags for each chapter will be added individually ], consumption of alcohol, betrayal and manipulation, commitment issues, anxiety attacks, [ pls make sure to watch out for individual warnings for each chapter ]

[ words ]: 0/?+ [ ongoing! ]

[ note ]: hey my beloveds! I’ve always wanted to do an advent calendar like this and this story has been in my WIPs for quite a long time. I hope you will enjoy it. The general idea is very roughly based on a movie from my teenage years (it’s German tho). If you wish to be on the tag list, please comment on this post. Make sure to be an active blog who wants to meaningfully engage with this story because it’s limited. Thank you so much and merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates and to everyone else lots of love too!! 🩵 I love you and take care, ok?

[ !! ]: the beautiful dividers are from @saradika-graphics

© leeknowsallyoursecrets 2024 — copying, stealing or translating my work is prohibited

*GASPS* OH ‼️ WOAAHHH 🗣‼️ ANOTHER ROMANTIC SMUTTY COMEDIC AND NOT NECESSARILY ANGSTY SEXY LEE KNOW SERIES OH MA GASH 😍 honestly the short summary of this has ady got me hooked bc wdym he breaks ppl up as a profession??? 🤨 anyways,, can't wait for this to come out 🗣🤪 bc yk everybody be gigging and squealing reading this while simultaneously pulling their hair and puking out rainbows bc of the drama and all that unnecessary angst you gon put in there based on the warnings 🙄😮‍💨

Minho x fem!reader

Words: 1.6k

Genre/au: fluff, smut (MDNI 18+)

Warnings: adult dialogue, use of Y/n, mention of alcohol, tipsy sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, pussy drunk!Minho, pet names

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght @pyxienyxie

**Hello my lovelies!! Writers block and life have been kicking my ass lately but thankfully Minho’s recent sushi live bust down my motivations door and this lil ficlet was created 🥴🫶🏻💗 this is porn with a smidge of plot and a little self indulgent because I’m OBSESSED with the idea that Minho is a certified Munch 🫣🫡 Please check out my other fics and leave any and all feedback, I love to hear it! 🫰🏻 This is not meant to represent any persons in real life and is a work of fiction. Do not repost or translate ©jagibangbangchan**

Ari’s masterlist

Minho could always handle his soju fairly well, only getting a little rosy-cheeked, and how drunk he truly was usually only noticeable when he was wasted. And seeing how that only happened a handful of times, Minho would proudly boast his ability to hold his alcohol.

That was…until he met her.

GASPPP I LOVE PUSSYDRUNK BF!MINHO SMMM HE'S SO HAWTTTT-UH 😖😩

I am not taking a risk

Not risking it pals

U know what I want potato of luck

Damn right I’m reblogging. See previous post re wrath of whatever from high atop the thing.

THAT DAMN PIERCING. w/ YANG JEONGIN

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

okay I just have to say this....there's something ab jeongin in a fic where he's a bf of the reader that I noticed there's a pattern; he's always written as a mean teasing typa bf or the whipped sweet simp who'll "do anything for gf" typa bf 😭😭 but either way I love it, bf!jeongin in any fic will never fail to make me feel single 😔💔 and ooowoww I can't wait for him to try out diff earrings now that he got his ears pierced 🗣🗣🗣

pussy agenda with minho

-contains mature themes

this man has to have his hands on you regardless of where y'all are.

subtle touches turn into full on outrageous groping.

you walk into the kitchen, intrigued by the dish he's busily cooking up for the two of y'all. he glances at you, blinking slowly and then rapidly.

"c'mere" and the tone he uses makes you think he needs your help to cut a few vegetables or stir the boiling hotpot. so you prance to him.

letting out a silent gasp when he sits on his haunches. pressing his lips over your covered crotch. and he stands back up, a satiated smile on his face.

"thank you, baby" and he feeds you a small chunk of stir fried chicken before pretending like nothing happened.

you don't know how much I love, LOVE a pussydrunk bf!minho bro like I love him, I love me a man who's not afraid to devour pussy like its his passion frr. and did I mention that I love pussydrunk!minho ?? 🧍🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

kinktober day 12 [watching the reader getting fingered]

|masterlist|

warning:smut, fingering, pussy eating, overstimulating

a/n:I have no idea what I'm writing this is so bad bye!

wc:1,1k

“Oh fuck she looks so wet..” The other members sat in the room watching this as if it was a movie that caught their attention while Hyunjin fingered you. “It is. So wet and- fuck- so tight.” Hyunjin let out a deep breath, making you spread your legs wider so the other members could see you better. You shifted in his lap. “I’m close..” Jeongin wet his lips at the thought of you cumming again, moving one hand into his pants, letting out a deep breath. Glancing at the other members, he could see Bangchan stroking his cock with his eyes only on you, Minho occasionally recording on video (so he could watch whenever he wanted to jerk off), Changbin slowly stroking himself in a corner with his cock in his hand, Seungmin with a small smirk on his mouth, his cum flowing from his cock as he had already come, Felix’s chest rising and falling rapidly and cursing under his breath, Jisung trying not to touch himself but not being able to hide his obvious bulge.

ohhh. oh hell, them panties are soaked reading this dawg what the heck 😩🛐 imagine having 8 gorgeous men ogling and praising you during a nasty freaksome, reader living the dream 😔✊🏼

✧꡴ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✧꡴ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 - 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭)

✧꡴ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 - 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

✧꡴ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝟐.𝟖𝐊

✧꡴ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐝𝐮𝐡), 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐦/𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭!𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧, 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐩𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 (?)

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝...

✢ - 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

✢ - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦

✢ - @innieseong

✧꡴ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 ! (𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :𝟑)

teehee the description and the details ab his physique and allat shit going on had me frothing in the mouth I DO NOT fear 🗣🤚🏼🧎🏻‍♀️