please do not donate any money to send trucks to hybe, to put up signs/billboards (i'm like 90% sure everyone is over raising money right now but who knows), and please do not go out in public to protest.
protest ICE instead, donate to families in palestine/sudan/congo/etc who actually need the money. i want heeseung back as the next person but it's actually insane to watch people push aside actual real world issues for kpop.
make posts about heeseung, spread around the petition, and financially boycott the company all you want— those are things everyone can do, but not everyone is able to donate or go out to protests. if you're able to do those things please put it towards something that's effecting everyone and not just the kpop sphere lol
maria’s note: all the fanfics listed below contain explicit scenes, so MDNI! these authors are all incredibly talented writers whom I’ve always admired, so don’t forget to show them plenty of love!! 🤍
be quiet by @hyunsvngs
listening to your silent cry (4 parts) by @elylyyy
take a seat by @pixie-felix
correct me, i dare you by @emmiesoverthemoon
work hard, play harder by @emmiesoverthemoon
you, me, and your ears by @emmiesoverthemoon
the anatomy of roommate by @kloversung
knot by @fenya-scribbles
non-stop by @chvnnie
after work fun by @luvyeni
silver hair by @starlostjisung
don’t look away by @starlostjisung
unfair by @starlostjisung
no escape by @starlostjisung
spread open by @starlostjisung
just practice by @starlostjisung
mirror mirror by @seospicybin
stars aligned (4 parts) by @seospicybin
the fuckboy next door by @seospicybin
stack by @seospicybin
one perfect wave by @seospicybin
teacher’s pet by @seospicybin
miss possessive by @skzophreniic
taste of trouble by @skzophreniic
order for daddy by @skzophreniic
cry by @skzophreniic
studio sex by @skzophreniic
please him with his card by @stryscribbles
eyes on me by @stryscribbles
yours, always by @skzfflovers
dress by @skzfflovers
purple light by @skzfflovers
fireworks by @skzfflovers
ceremony by @leriexoxo
wrong movie ticket by @leriexoxo
after party by @baby-yongbok
say it again by @baby-yongbok
home by 10 by @baby-yongbok
the knowing by @sithskz
twenty four seven by @sithskz
the revenge game by @sithskz
ribbon by @ghostlyscripture
goddess of the desert by @breakmeoff
bed and breakfast by @midnite-fiction
fake it till you make it by @hanjinology
mommy by @ybklix
watermelon sugar by @ybklix
these four walls (2 parts) by @strrykais
push me further, pull me closer by @cattolino
eater chan by @chandora
ride it baby by @hanverse
I’M IN LOVE WITH THOSE AUTHORS SO PLS SHOW THEM SUPPORT AND LOVE, THEY’RE AMAZING 🤍🫶🏻
Tumblr is rolling out a new reblog/notes system that completely disregards creators. In their new system, they're taking a twitter-style approach where reblogs will have their own notes that DO NOT contribute to the original post's notes.
Because of this, creators will no longer be able to see an accurate display of likes/reblogs/etc. This is completely altering the way feedback and responses to works are going to be received on this website.
If you come across a fan work that you enjoy, please take the extra step to go to OPs original post, and leave your comment/like/reblog there. Or go one step further and send an ask to OP directly to tell them what you liked!
I really hope Tumblr staff reverses course and reverts to the original reblog system for the sake of the large base of creators who use this site to share their works, but until then, please be considerate and make sure the creators here see/feel the love.
creators have spent the past few years begging people to reblog posts so that communities can continue to thrive, artists can continue to share their work, and people can still be exposed to the things they love. somehow, these years of begging have resulted in tumblr itself implementing an update that completely kills all creators. why even bother making a post if every person who reblogs it will get the credit. this is an absolutely devastating update to every creator & to tumblr itself as a community.
guys, whatever you are planning to type on weverse, twt or elsewhere right now, please be respectful and show compassion to the members. this must have been a hella tough decision to make for heeseung and a hella tough decision to come to terms with for the rest of the members, so let‘s not amplify the drama and show support instead. it‘s ok to be sad about the news but don‘t take it out on anyone.
warnings. smut (MDNI 🔞), established relationship, dirty talk, use of pet names, swearing, unprotected sex (don't do that!!), nipple play, creampie, lower case intended.
notes. this is a repost, finally no content label warnings. enjoy loves!! <3
friday has quietly bled into saturday; a warm summer's evening having shifted into the cool, early hours of the next morning. despite this, you can hear the frat party still raging on in the distance. the low pulse of bass reverberates through the pavement, and the smell of cigarette smoke curls up towards the sky, carried across the streets by a gentle breeze that weaves it's way through the trees, unable to reach the stars.
you, however, are wholly unaware of everything but chan.
seated in his cramped backseat, your thoughts are entirely consumed by the feeling of his cock buried deep in the slick on your cunt. your skirt is bunched at your waist, your top pulled down to expose your breasts, knees digging into the seat. everything is hot and sticky, with steam fogging the windows and sweat layering your feverish skin and, normally, this would be enough to drive you insane. but right now, you're too far gone, only able to focus on feeling of pleasure overwhelming all your senses.
"c-chan—" you can barely say his name. your words catch in your throat, pitched and wobbly as his hips piston upwards, thick cock plunging into your sopping pussy with a loud plap plap plap that resonates in the heated space. your body jolts with the force of each thrust.
you dig your nails into the leather seat of his car, right beside his head. "b-baby, slow down—"
"fuck, i can't, sweetheart," he huffs hotly against the shell of your ear, practically breathless as he keeps his brutal pace. his hands grip the supple flesh of your ass, giving you a bruising squeeze. "you feel too good."
you whine, dropping your forehead to his shoulder. "you're so deep. i—hnghh—i can't, chan... s'too much..."
"nuh-uh," he clicks his tongue as if chiding you. "none of that. you know how to take this cock, i know you do."
you do know. but when chan gets like this, drunk on sex and high on pleasure, it makes your head spin and your thoughts blur until all you can feel is him — on you and inside you and it has your nerves so fried that you're not sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer. clearly, you have yet to push him away, despite the harshness of his thrusts.
"fuuuck," he groans, voice rough, accent thick. "you're drenched, jus' dripping down my cock like fuckin' water. can feel it on my balls."
you press your face against his neck, embarrassment burning hot across your chest and up along your neck.
"s'your fault." you mumble. "lookin' like that tonight."
his hand comes down on your ass, hard and fast, and you cry out against his flushed skin as he soothes over the blossoming ache. he can be mean, but never too mean. "my fault? this pussy was practically beggin' f'me before i even touched you."
in your defense, he had looked unfairly good. he'd picked you up that evening wearing a loose hoodie and grey sweats, a type of casual and effortless outfit that shouldn't have looked as good as it did. you'd nearly fainted when he peeled it off later that evening, when the thrum of packed bodies had generated too much heat for him to handle. and then there he was, white tank spread taut over his broad shoulders, his muscles visibly defined beneath the fabric which tapered down to fit his slim waist. every movement caused the hem to lift, revealing a sliver of smooth skin above his waistband that you stared at appreciatively. not to mention, the almost noticeable outline of his soft cock pressing against his sweats, hanging freely and heavily.
you'd struggled to keep your composure the entire time, mind blank as your eyes constantly moved from his groin to his shoulders to his biceps and back again. each time you repeated the seemingly never-ending, but not unwelcome, cycle, your underwear grew evermore slick with arousal. chan as observant as he is, hadn't missed a thing. his sharp eyes caught onto your subtle attempts to relieve the ache between your thighs, and he was thoroughly amused by your flustered response to simply his very being.
now he's got you here, after a torturously long, tension-filled night of knowing grins and suggestive touches, he's finally caved and taken you for everything you have.
"m'close," he pants, breath warm. "m'gonna cum in this pussy. gonna—a-ah shit—m'gonna fill you up a-and fuck it into you, nice and deep.
you don't get time to fully digest his filthy words. chan slides further down the seat, planting his feet and wrapping his arms firmly around your middle to lock you in place. any response you had dies on your tongue, and you swear you see stars burst across your vision.
this new angle has the fat tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot with ruthless precision. his balls smack heavily against your puffy clit, causing cosmic sparks to shoot down your spine.
you gasp, hands flying to grip his blonde hair, your shaky thighs pressing against him on either side. your pussy clenches around his glistening length. "o-oh, fuck!"
"there she is." chan grunts, pleased with himself, and nuzzles his nose along the underside of your jaw. he kisses his way down your neck, over the bruises beginning to blossom along your slick skin, until his lips are at your breasts. you mewl when he takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling on the already sensitive nub.
your fingers tug painfully on his blonde hair, pulling a deep chested groan from him. the action no doubt hurts, but you'll apologize later, when he's not busy fucking you like he hates you.
"don't stop," you plead, tears leaking from the corner of your eyes in a hot trail. you can feel that familiar band of tension in your abdomen, tightening with alarming speed.
chan releases your nipple with a satisfied, wet pop. he smooths a rough palm up along your spine until he grips the back of your neck and turns your face to meet his.
"come on," he murmurs encouragingly, hips losing it's steady pace. "come on baby, let me feel you, all of you. wanna feel you cumming around this dick, let go for me."
you tremble in his embrace, hands slipping from his damp hair, but you manage to find a grip on his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into his muscles as you cry out, that taut band snapping under his guidance. you clench, hard, and he hisses against your parted lips. his hips stutter, thrusts weak and sloppy, until he uses the last of his strength to bury himself balls deep, strong thighs flush against yours. he cums in seconds, cock throbbing as a deliciously familiar warmth splatters across your inner walls.
you go practically limp in his arms, slumping forward onto his warm, bare chest, no longer gripping onto his shoulders (or his cock) like your life depends on it.
the sounds of the frat party occupy the silence between you and chan; all wordless songs and muffled cheers. you focus on taking deep breaths to clear your mind and calm your rapidly beating heart. chan's hands rub firmly along your back; from your shoulders, down the sloping curves of your body and back up, a rhythmic motion that helps ground you to reality.
you hum weakly, taking a moment to relocate your voice. "that—that was..."
"yeah, i know," chan soothes his hands back down and over your ass, now tender and surely bruised from his earlier antics. "fuck, i seriously love you."
you manage a breathless laugh, though it sounds more like a wheeze. "that's the post-nut clarity talking, babe."
you can feel his grin against your hairline. "whatever, i still love you."
you snort, amused, and adjust your position, laying your cheek against his chest where you can faintly hear his heart beating beneath his ribcage, fast but steady.
you let it settle before you speak. "i can't believe you weren't wearing underwear."
"no one else noticed but you," his chest rumbles with laughter.
you ignore his comment, too mortified at how easily he can read you. "you did that on purpose."
"maybe," he hums cheekily. "but surely the outcome was worth?"
"maybe," you echo.
chan pinches your side lovingly and you squirm, unable to stop yourself from smiling.
"brat," he mutters, though his lips find your forehead for a tender kiss.
you let yourself sink further into his warmth, allowing time to stretch on. eventually, you feel your eyes drooping, a wave of exhaustion washing over your body and pulling at your bones. you grow heavy in chan's arms.
"baby..." he murmurs, he shifts his weight, and you feel him twitching inside you. your brows briefly pinch together at the feeling, then you settle back in, oblivious to his restlessness.
chan tightens his arms around you, and you don't think much of it, until he rolls his hips experimentally and you feel him graze against your sensitive spot with an embarrassingly audible squelch.
"chan..." you whimper, eyes snapping open and body instinctively jolting as your pleasure spikes into slightly painful, though no less enjoyable, territory.
"what?" you can hear his smirk. "i told you i was gonna fuck this cum into you."
"i-i didn't think you—ngh—that you were serious..." you bring your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers into the curls at the base of his skull, and lift your face to meet his. his plump lips are tugged up into a devious grin.
"i was more than serious, baby." he smoothes his hands under your thighs, helping you lift and drop your hips to meet his thrusts halfway. your breath hitches in your throat, fatigue fading into pleasure.
"come on, sweetheart, time for you to put in a little work, hm?"
Synopsis. The end of the world comes suddenly and violently. Amidst the ruins of society, you and Lee Heeseung find each other. Heeseung adapted quickly, becoming what the world demanded of him — strong, brave, protective, dependable. He's learned how to fight, to survive; but beneath his sturdy character, another version of him exists. A softer, more vulnerable version, one that holds onto the memories of his past, that struggles to shake the fear and grief that have plagued him. This buried version of himself rarely comes to the surface, until he meets you. You break past the walls he's built around his fragile heart and make him want to live. As the seasons pass and time carries you both forward, you and Heeseung must learn to navigate life, death and love in a cruel, unforgiving world.
or, in which the zombie apocalypse leads you directly into Lee Heeseung's arms, sealing both of your fates.
Warnings. typical twd/zombie gore, violence, descriptions of blood, injuries, murder/death (not main characters), brief descriptions of grief, descriptions of anxiety, fear and paranoia, swearing, suggestive content — making out, touching over clothes, more tba
Teaser wc. 1k
Total wc. 17k+
Release date. tba
Author's note. she's finally here!! welcome to the preview for my first ever longform one-shot!! this fic was originally created for a collab, but i unfortunately never got around to completing it. however, i just couldn't let this go to waste. im so incredibly proud of it and im excited to show it to you all!!
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The transition into Autumn is seamless; the leaves begin to turn golden, the summer heat slowly fades and each day gradually become shorter.
Heeseung finds himself following a similar path of ease, allowing his feelings for you to grow despite his initial resistance. His talk with Jake and Niki had left his mind spinning far more than usual and he had spent days going back and forth between what he wanted until he eventually made his decision — he cares about you and he doesn't want to hide it.
Some deeper part of him knows he shouldn't take a risk, that he should choose the safer route, protect his fragile heart and yours. But the heart he so desperately wants to protect is longing for you in ways he never thought possible. Holding back his feelings only brings pain and he's not sure if he can handle anymore of it. So he gives in and lets himself sink.
He eases into his affections so as to not overwhelm you, but you notice the shift in his behavior. Heeseung has always been playful, always teasing you and making you scatterbrained, but you find it easy to pick out when his teasing becomes something more.
At first, you try not to give away much about your own feelings, somewhat unsure of this new development, but Heeseung knows you care, even if you don't say it directly and even if, with time, all you manage to muster are shy smiles and gentle hand holding to reciprocate his increasingly bolder shows of affection, he knows and that brings him enough comfort and patience to let things progress in their own time. And things do progress.
He gives you time and space to think, and eventually you manage to grow out of your awkwardness and become more confident, though it is gradual. You no longer get flustered when Heeseung takes your hand in front of the boys or surprised when he suddenly kisses your cheek. Now you return every kiss with one of your own, each one grows closer to his mouth, lingering just along the curve of his lips but never actually touching them.
He’s never said it, but you drive him insane. Like now, the group is walking along a country road surrounded by miles of trees. A cool autumn breeze weaves through the branches, shaking free browned leaves.
You and Heeseung walk side by side, your icy fingers periodically brush against the back of his hand, as if you're tempted to hold it. It's painful, in the most endearing way, how you're trying to display a sense of self control.
Heeseung decides it's best to put you out of your misery and quietly reaches out to take your fingers into his hand.
“Your hands are so cold,” He slows until you both come to a stop. “Why didn't you say anything?”
“Well, you can't really do anything about it,” You answer truthfully, though not unkindly.
He huffs, and clasps both your hands between his, rubbing vigorously to create some warmth. The action makes your chest warm instead of your hands.
“We're going to be left behind.” You cock your head in the direction of the boys, still walking ahead.
“They'll call if somethings wrong.”
“Heeseung…” You pretend to tug your hands from his, though it's all a farce. You never want him to let go. “We shouldn't get split up.”
“We're fine,” he steps closer. Your hands remain in his grasp, now held firmly between your bodies. “I just…I want a moment alone, that's all.”
You scrunch your nose, pretending to be offended. “At least buy me a drink first.”
He laughs in surprise, eyes crinkling happily at the corners. “Not like that, you pervert.”
"Then how?” You can't help but tease him.
He lifts one hand to brush his thumb across your cheek, rubbing away a smudge of dirt in the process. “I was trying to be romantic.”
“Sorry,” You say earnestly, but still smiling. “Go on.”
He sighs fondly, thumb still brushing your cheek. “I'm really happy we're giving this, us, a try. I know we haven't spoken about what we are, but I have a good feeling about where we're going.”
Elation lights up in your chest. You’ve never really sat down and had a proper discussion about your feelings, mostly because you were both obvious with your affections and partly because you knew he would return your advancements. Still, hearing him say it out loud makes you a little giddy, as if his acknowledgement of your growing relationship makes it one hundred percent, without a doubt, real.
"I'm—I'm really happy too.” You lean into his touch. “This, us, it feels…right.”
"Yeah?” His face is suddenly, impossibly, close to yours. Each exhale has small, puffy clouds floating between you, courtesy of the chilling air.
“Yeah,” You confirm, your own voice soft and breathy. Your chest aches with a longing you never knew you had.
Heeseung closes in, his eyes half-lidded, lips puckered. You lean in, ready to meet him half-way.
“Hey, lovebirds!” Your head snaps towards Jake. His hands are cupped around his mouth as he calls out. “Move your asses! We're nearing the next town!”
Heeseung groans and you pull back, ears hot with embarrassment.
“Just one moment,” he mutters. “We couldn't get one moment.”
"Come on, before he gets any ideas.” You take him by the hand, your face feeling terribly hot, and pull him back towards the boys. Niki and Jake stand closest to you, fake gagging as you near the group.
Heeseung rolls his eyes. “How old are you again?”
“Not old enough to witness that.” Niki mimics throwing up, bending at the waist to add to the theatrics.
“You're an adult.” Heeseung teases.
Jay sighs and wacks Jake, who is still pretending to be disgusted, upside the head. “Stop it, let's get going.”
“Hey! Niki was doing it too!”
"You're old enough not to entertain him.” Jay fires back.
Their argument fades into the background, their attention now on each other. Heeseung intertwines your fingers with his and squeezes gently — it's an unspoken gesture, one that has you realizing that yeah, this, whatever this is, it feels right.
a/n: thank you for reading the teaser!! i hope you enjoyed it <3
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