📢 hi friends! quick request for when you're sending me asks!
i know we do a lot of chatting about smut, sex, kink, and all that good stuff and i'm very here for it (obviously).... but i'd like to request we tone down some of the asks that are overtly sexual about yourselves? it's okay if you want to ask about relationships or kink of course, and there are certainly things i share from time to time.... but messages about sex you're having that's very detailed (i.e. i was hooking up with this guy and he was doing xyz) or being overly descriptive about your private time or fantasies about ateez like that..... yeah, i'm not the blog for that.
i'm obviously writing erotica and i'm not an idiot i know what some people are using it for, but i don't really need to know about your self pleasure in detail that just kind of makes me uncomfy. same thing with the messages that kind of fantasize about what you want to do with xyz member.... like to be there's a bit of a difference between being like "ahhhhh yunho should rail me into next week" (funny, horny, i get it) versus like three paragraphs of your own self insert feral fantasies.
anyways this doesn't happen all that often.... but i think i've gotten a bunch of new readers in the past few months and i've seen this popping up more. so just wanted to request it! i never publicly share those and respond because i don't want to call anyone out or make anyone directly uncomfortable, i don't think it's any one person, but yeah.... if that could cool it, i'd appreciate it! thanks!
i also don't love being called petnames by strangers / readers. sometimes it's okay, but i've noticed some people get a little familiar and i just don't..... love that. there are some writers who have that kind of relationship with their readers, but i really don't like being called like fem domme words (i.e. goddess, mommy, etc.) that's like.... not something you can just do with someone if it's not explicitly stated and consented to. just because i write about bdsm, does not mean i want to engage in anything kinky or parasocial with my readers. tysm for understanding!
summary: you're finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won't let you go through it alone.
pairings: yunho x mingi x reader as the main pairing, but features seonghwa x san x wooyoung x reader
warnings: handled on a chapter by chapter basis, but just know now that this is an omegaverse fic so everything that goes with that like heat, knotting, etc. will be discussed across the board. any stronger cw/tw will be clearly identified, but please note that there are conversations around consent throughout.
current word count: 28.4K
one ✿ two ✿ three ✿ four ✿ five ✿ six ✿ more to come...
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When your world comes crashing down, the only people who are able to comfort you are the notorious group, Ateez. You’ve heard rumour after rumour about the eight males who are ice cold, yet for some reason, they are the warmest people you know.
Please read me: {hello! so finally i have wrote enough for me to release the first chapter and i really hope it is good enough for the lovely people who have been patiently waiting. there will be more chapters to come in the future so please do look forward to them! just so you all know there is a few trigger warnings i have to go through so just in case you are uncomfortable with certain subjects to read with caution and with your own comfort in mind. at the start of every chapter i will put the warnings that correlate with the said chapter. in this story there are topics of swearing, depression, anxiety, ptsd, suicide, negelection and mental abuse. so if you are not comfortable reading these please either avoid this story or read with extreme caution. your wellbeing is more important than anything.
Now like i said in my previous post, this is going to be a poly!ateez story so hence there will be future smut and suggestive themes (which i will also put in the warnings before the chapter starts) but the message in the story is very much about past trauma and finding people who can help, heal and love you despite your imperfections.
With that all said! I hope you enjoy the first chapter of ‘Misfits’ and thank you kindly for waiting.
do not steal my work or repost on places other than tumblr.
with thanks to @musicdork and @moraxology for the help and ideas shared with me. thank you <3
—–THIS IS AN 18+ FANFICTION MINORS DO NOT INTERACT—–
Misfits, Chapter 1
warnings: anxiety attack, swearing, mentions of a house fire.
word count: 8.8k
Heart dropping to your stomach, you attempt to make sense of the words that are displayed on the small illuminating screen sat in front of you. Devastation hits you like a ton of bricks as you realise once again, it feels like the world is trying to punish you. Reading over the email once again, you let out an exasperated groan and let your head fall down onto your arms relaxing on the table.
“You’re homeless?” Your best friend almost screeches, scanning over the email present on your small laptop screen.
“Okay a little louder Jisung and the aliens on the Saturn will fucking hear you,” You react, your voice muffled by your clothes.
“What happened? I thought your place was in one of the nicer areas?”
Looking up from the desk, you see Jisung peering at you with a concerned expression.
I've been listening to Dune on repeat(actually I've been listening to the whole album on repeat). Yeosang's voice and Mingi's part has me in a chokehold. “Broken lights, panic. Tied up in chains. You could be my doll.” I legit squeaked the first time I heard that.
That's it, I just needed to vent about this because I'm going fERAL. I'm also here again requesting more fanfiction please and thank you. (I'm being serious, pls tag me!)
he stands tall outside your room but look the smallest you’ve ever seen him, dark hair falling over his eyes and speaking in a shameful voice, “can i talk to you?”
you sulk at that, a click of your tongue and turning around to go sit at the edge of your bed with arms crossed, as if there could an explanation for why he was all over someone else when you weren’t there.
his hands gripping her hips and face in her neck the way only he’s allowed to do to you.
“i promise that her and me are just friends,” he says, shutting the door behind him and settling down beside you, but you’re so upset and hurt, his leg just slightly brushing yours sparking a reaction like never before, you have to scoot over and put on some kind of distance.
“we’re…” he drags his words before finishing it off, “friends.” a smile settling on him after that makes you feel so sick–whether it’s from how attractive he still looks or how the answer brings out so many other questions.
“friends?” you reiterate like you’re in denial.
“yeah, friends.”
“do friends sleep with each other?” kiss each other, visit one another and spew such sweet, blush-inducing words that conjures up butterflies?
“some friends do.”
when you finally spare him a glance, you have to keep from giving in just at the guilt all over his face and that he actually came after you. but you’re fast to renounce immediately when you see that dark, stained mark on his neck again staring back, like someone hitting the replay button on your misery once more.
then all that comes out are just cold and bitter words said in the most unamused tone, san even thinks you sound sarcastic.
“she’s a friend, i’m a friend, what’s the difference?”
the harshness stuns him, though, what else did he expect? because even someone sweet and forgiving like you has a breaking point when pushed too far.
“you’re not just a friend, y/n. you’re–”
“i’m what?”
you await his answer, possibly a lie that will make you feel better and more special compared to every other girls he messes with. but the disappointment when he remains silence is strong, it consumes you completely.
“well, i’m sorry i ruined the night for you. i finished most of my assignments and just thought maybe we could hang out, but looks like you already got company. so truly, i’m sorry.”
“don’t say that.”
“why not? it’s true though. you were occupied when i got there.”
“stop staying that!”
the volume picks you up from the seat, his delivery could’ve fooled anyone that it was just a blind accusation. but you realize; take in, that san doesn’t like his own fuck-ups being thrown in his face. no one really does.
“look, i’m sorry. really sorry,” he tries again, voice softer, attempting to calm you; calm himself.
but after everything, after building up your trust and filling your fragile heart with so much hope, all he can offer is a sorry. no lies or consolations because none of it was a mistake.
you suddenly feel like it’s getting much harder to breathe, the brick on your chest multiplying by a million and cutting the airway.
“y/n?” san calls, his once shameful face turning concerned. “are you okay?”
but you certainly don’t feel okay, and you honestly haven’t for a long time. if ever. and every episode in the same fashion is a reminder of that.
“it’s fine,” you manage to let out, a bittersweet smile on and a response that san can’t read into. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”
this isn’t a relationship–a proper one at least, and he isn’t your boyfriend. the hardest pill to swallow is he didn’t have to come after you, didn’t have to apologize… because a truth even harder to digest, is that he doesn’t owe you anything.
but you can still hurt from it; allow the pain to settle in as if everything he’s done with you is only exclusive to you and him. only you can kiss him, mark him, and his hands should only be on your hips. not anyone else.
and you do. you hurt from it so much, tears streaming down your cheeks so quietly but the sight such a sore to watch, san’s not sure what to say to make it better.
can he even make it better?
there’s nothing to clarify and nothing to add. you very clearly saw everything for what it was: he replaced you, just like that. and the sickest thing is that he did it so mindlessly like it’s a habit. because that’s what he does.
he didn’t think you’d take it this hard, or maybe he was just hoping he wouldn’t get caught because breaking you is easy… he’s done it before, but he’s afraid this is the worst, yet.
Please use this new album and new MV as inspiration for some fanfiction, oneshots and smut. I'm begging, it's all so good and my mind went brrrrrr but I cannot write to save my life.
Mingi. Mingi's eyes. Hongjoong. Bouncy. SAN!!!! WOOSAN!!!! Their dance. ALL OF ATEEZ. I'm going feral.
— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.
— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader
— genre: fluff, angst
— warnings/content: none
— word count: 6.1k
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“Have they…?"
"Not yet,” You shake your head, stepping into your shoes with a small sigh.
Seokjin’s arms curl around your waist before you can reach out for your coat, bringing your body flush against his in a warm embrace. He presses a kiss against your hair, rocking you both gently back and forth as he tentatively says, “Taehyung still seems pretty upset."
"Yeah,” You murmur.
“Do you think they’ll manage to work it out? I haven’t picked up on Jimin’s scent at all down here since it happened."
"They will,” You nod, reaching up to intertwine your fingers with Seokjin’s. “Jimin promised me that he’s going to apologize to Tae, I think he just needs time to work up the courage to do it. He … He’s been dealing with a lot on his own lately."
Hey guys, I'm still new to BL but I've seen some shows and I'm watching Love In the Air right now. I'm not gonna lie, I'm not a big fan of the storyline(?) of any of the couples but I do enjoy the couples itself. The one thing that is really bothering me(I just watched episode 12) is Rain and Sky's friendship, I don't know if they're not that close or if their personalities are just too different or if Sky just doesn't share anything or if Rain is an awful listener but I really don't get the “besties vibe” from them. I don't want to compare series but I was able to feel that vibe in Cutie Pie with Kuea and Kon Diao. Maybe is the way they made Rain's character to always seem oblivious and silly and not notice ANY signs that his best friend had a lot going on? I don't know. But it bothers me a lot.
