are you on hiatus??? when are you coming back?? i miss m!!!!!!!
We’re still here! As for M I do not believe she will be coming back to the blog... As for Kyu and I, we’ve been very with college and work, but we are trying our best!
Could I kindly ask for a BTS ship? Pansexual female. Taurus. 5"3, smol and chubby. Weird and childish, also passionate about equality. Outgoing and kind person. Take other's feelings and wants very seriously. Try to always be open minded about anything and see everything from more than one perspective. Have a very strong empathy. Biggest wish is to travel the whole world and to experience every culture. Can be stubborn and will not admit it right away if it turns out I'm wrong (biggest flaw).
Hi cutie! I love your personality, it’s pretty cool!
BTS
I ship you with Namjoon!
He would love every single thing about you, but especially the fact that you strive to be open-minded about anything. Your taking seriously others’ feeling would be something that he would show with pride because it makes you even more special in his eyes.And he would also do everything to realize your desire to travel the whole world, creating new memories in every city/country you went.
Hey! 👋 I’ve sent some requests a long time ago when previous admins were active and they had them in “to do list”. So I was wondering if you guys are going to write them or I should wait till your request are open again😊 I’m really glad that kyu is back and that “fresh blood” is helping this amazing blog to survive. You’re my favorite 😘
Hello babes!
So I am not sure which request you are talking about, but I can see if it isn't in the drafts somewhere, if not I do apologize. Hannah and I are a bit busy at the moment so we are trying our best so if you could wait until requests are open again, we will be more then happy to do for you.
Hello! I love this account a lot! I’ve been an elf for almost a year and Sungmin has made his way to being my ultimate bias already. Can I have some everyday texts with Sungmin (with a little bit of smut if you’re comfortable with that)? Thank you in advance
Onew - He was instantly flustered when you calmly sat yourself on his lap for no reason. He had been minding his own business and reading an article on his phone when you got annoyed from his lack of attention. Seconds later, his phone had flew from his hand and you placed yourself on his lap. He was obviously surprised, but still wrapped an arm around your waist.
Key - He was doing his own thing, laying on the bed and playing with the dogs with a drama playing in the background. But you were tired and in the mood for cuddles. When you basically threw yourself on his lap, narrowly avoiding crushing poor Garcons. An annoyed Kibum had nothing to do with your antics, and promptly pushed you you off of him on the other side of the bed.
Minho - You two had been peacefully eating dinner, when out of nowhere you just placed yourself onto his lap and started making pointless conversation. Minho didn’t stop eating from his plate and continued to talk to you as his arm supported your waist. You two were usually pretty affectionate, and you sitting on his lap was actually very common.
Taemin - Taemin had just been sitting on the floor babying a bottle of water when you sat on him. There was something that made Taemin feel oddly powerful, with him sweaty from dancing and the weight of you on his lap. It was an intimate moment and he really loved the idea of you finding comfort on him. It would be something that would definitely happen more often.
The sound of heavy coughing woke you up from your deep slumber immediately. The slight annoyance in you from being abruptly woken up out of nowhere instantly disappeared when you saw Yesung hunched on the floor. Your feet acted before your brain, and you soon found yourself kneeling down beside him and rubbing his back as he began breathing regularly again.
“What on earth was that?” you asked with a slightly humorous undertone hiding behind your concerned voice. From what you remember, Yesung had been happily drinking a beer on the couch right before you fell asleep. Yesung only shook his, too embarrassed to admit why he had such a reaction. But looking up at the tv gave you an obvious answer.
On the television was a large screen of you in a skimpy set of lacy black lingerie that was so exposed that it barely left anything to imagine. The tight intricate pattern began high up around your thighs, barely wrapping around you backside and your woman hood. A thin line went up your torso to the small piece of fabric covering your breasts, leaving your entire back exposed to the world. The final, and probably the best part, was the thick lace that rode up your chest to wrap around your throat.
Looking at the video, you were totally reminded of the fact that you had ignored telling your boyfriend about the theme of this song. It was quite intimate, and most of the song was hinting at being dominated. This theme was so different than the ones Yesung was used too. He was used to the pinks and purples and the bubbles that your group was known for. So he was quite shocked when he saw that the music video that was released only moments ago was so sexual.
A sudden fire burned up in Yesung, and he wasn’t sure if it was hormones or jealousy of the fact that everyone could see you in the way only he had ever seen you. With that, the next he thing he knew, the angry gulp of beer he had taken ended up going down the wrong whole, resulting in him basically dying on the floor of your living room. The moment was only made worse when you had began to laugh. Slowly at first, as you tried to hide your giggling, but failing and breaking out into a full blown laughter.
“It’s not funny!” Yesung whined, “I was shocked! You didn’t even tell me what was going to happen!” he desperately tried to explain himself. Of course that didn’t work, since it only just made you laugh even louder than you had been before. A part of you did feel a bit guilty though. You had meant to tell him about the video before it was released to the public, but every time you tried you ended up running away because you were too shy. Why you were shy, you had no idea. Yesung was the love of your life and he had seen you inprivate situations in similar clothes. But there was something about telling him that you were doing it for a video that scared the life out of you.
“You know, I don’t think it’s such a big deal.” you lied cooly, “It’s just a set of clothes.” Yesung saw through it very quickly, the blush on your cheeks being a dead giveaway for your obvious embarrassment. Though, he didn’t say anything about it, only smiled and grabbed his beer of the floor. The liquid had stained your fur white rug, something you would worry about later after this mess was cleared up. Yesung grabbed the remote, which was now soaked with beer, and pressed play after slamming his finger on the button several times to try to get it to work. Yet another thing you’d have to get fixed because of your boyfriend’s clumsiness.
The sultry tune of the music played through the room yet again, and Yesung closed his eyes and moved his head along to the soft melodic beat. You intently watched his reaction, his opinion was very important to you. Especially to this song, considering you did write it for him after all. It was loosely based off your passionate night together on your third anniversary, when you guys had decided to twist things up a bit. Although, the night was very different, you were so happy with it.
“You know, it’s actually not that bad.” Yesung commented. You gave him a weird look.
“‘Not bad?’ Excuse me?” you offendedly asked, “Bitch, it’s perfect.” you defended yourself and your song.
Now it was Yesung’s turn to laugh at your reaction. He only shook his head and pulled you closer with a smile. He noticed how warm you were, and he had to shake the bad thoughts out of his head.
“OIt is. It’s really good, I’m only messing with you.” he chuckled, “It’s definitely… different. Do you still have the oufit” he added. It was his honest answer. The song was very good, but he couldn’t continue watching the video without getting hot and bothered, and he didn’t have enough to do anything before he had to leave for work.
You smiled, jumping up from the floor excitedly to pull him back towards the couch. “I’m glad. It is for you, you know?” you asked, completely ignoring answering his question.
Yesung only nodded. Of course he did. The song included some facts of what you did on your anniversary, and they were things that he would never be able to forget. They were things that were too weird for anyone else to just throw into a song because it sounded good within the lyrics.
Again, you smiled happily. His reaction, although priceless and hilarious, meant a whole lot to you. You wanted to do something different with your group, because the girly, youth and summery vibe could only last so long before you ended up getting bored of it. You guys wanted to try this, and all 4 of you were painfully happy about the outcome. Your fans too. The song was just so good and fit together so well with your true personalities that you couldn’t help but enjoy it.
There would definitely be more songs like it in the future. And you’d make sure each one was so shocking enough that it would have Yesung on the floor again. And with from what you had seen today, it wouldn’t take that much to accomplish. Oh, Yesung has yet to see it all, and the best of luck to him when he does.
Guess who's back, back again. Kyu's back, tell a friend! *insert slim shady voice*. Lol but yes Admin Kyu in the house! I am back on the blog and here to help out the amazing Admin H! I must say that I missed you all terribly, so hello to the new and old followers and lets have a good time together!
Plot: Matthew has always had a way of making your sputter out of control.
Words count: 1k+
Pairing: B.M x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Requested by @jxhnten, enjoy!
~H
“Dang, girl. You looking fine.” Matthew commented as you walked through the house in a tiny tank top. You only flipped him off in response, purposely swaying your hips as you walked towards the kitchen for a bowl of whatever cereal you could find. You knew you looked good. Hell, you’d just spent the past fifteen minutes strutting in the mirror and making model poses.
It was a hot day, and with your luck, the day the air conditioning in the entire apartment complex decided to shut off. So, you settled for being barely clothed and surrounded by fans. Matthew went for a similar approach, lying shirtless in gym sweats while complaining about the heat. It would be hours before they would manage to the AC turned back on, and you knew it would slowly drive you insane. You were not equipped for the heat.
Both of you could have easily just left, but your stubborn asses refused to allow it. So, you stayed. Was it because you both enjoyed looking at each other naked? Definitely.
Matthew didn’t say anything. He just stared at your butt as you walked into the kitchen, appreciating every curve the tight black tank top revealed. It was like staring at a painting, every gentle part accenting the canvas just perfectly. He could stare forever, and honestly, you’d probably let him. You worked hard to get your body into the shape it was now, and you wouldn’t change anything about it.
His staring was completely innocent. There was nothing behind his gaze other than pure appreciation and love for you. It was a gaze he found on his face around you more often than not.
“Why don’t you come sit with me? It’s too hot to cuddle, but we can hold hands at an appropriate distance.” Matthew summoned, knowing full well that you would never resist him.
“This isn’t High School.” you giggled, flicking him on the head, but still plopping down beside him. It was a mindless act, almost like instinct. Matthew absolutely adored it. How much you loved him, how you would always be his. Although, you did fight the urge to slap him when he took a bite of your cereal.
You guys sat there doing absolutely nothing for 20 minutes, before Matthew innocently began to rub your thigh. You only gave him a weird look, assuming that he was trying to do something. But he wasn’t. He was tracing your legs lightly, caressing over one spot before moving to another to do the same.
His hand slowly made their way to rub the curve of your hip, this time he added a kiss to the exposed skin just above your underwear. Cheekily, he grabbed your ass, before pulling you on top of him. Matthew’s hands instantly latched onto your waist as you tried to get off of him.
“Gross. There’s so much sweat!” you complained, still pointlessly fighting his grip. You knew you wouldn’t win, it’s Matthew for god’s sake, but you were too stubborn to give up.
“And you’re so beautiful.” he complimented, genuinely staring into your eyes as you blushed at his sweet comment. As much as you tried to fight your body’s reaction, you just couldn’t. Something about Matthew made you weak in the knees. In his arms, you were basically a big hunk of jello.
Matthew had been like that since you first met. You had been in a studio, trying to learn a dance that you just couldn’t quite seem to pick up, and he had been absolutely mesmerized by your flailing arms. Until he finally came to help you, and from the first moment he held you in his arms, he knew you were the one.
You had the romance that everyone was jealous of. A boy that was absolutely crazy for you. The type of guy to run a mile in the rain just because you were cramping up and wanted a milkshake. Something that he had done before, and still tried to take care of you when it had got him sick.
“What is up with you today?” you asked. He’d never usually been the overly affectionate type, but today was different. You assumed he had broke something of yours again and this was his way of sucking up.
But no, realistically, he was just happy to have you in his life. Although he didn’t say it enough, he loved you. He cherished you. You already knew it, he made sure you did by his small every day actions. It was times likes this when he just wanted to live in the moment forever. The hot, muggy, sweaty moment.
“Do you want to get married?” he asked out of the blue, making you choke on air. The question was so random, and so out of the blue that it took you by surprise.
“M-married?” you asked, “Where did that come from?”
“I’m not proposing. Relax. I just love you, and I do want to marry you.” he confirmed with a teasing smile. It was an honest question. He did see himself spending the rest of his life with you. And yeah, the idea was scary, but he was looking forward to it already.
“I mean. I guess, We’re still young, you know? We have plenty of time to worry about that.” you answered. You weren’t too sure what to say. Of course you had thought about it, Matthew meant the world to you.
You were his rock, you were his entire world. He wanted to show it to you. Travel the world with you. Eat exquisite breakfasts in Paris and the most amazing dinners in Germany. He wanted to take your hand in his, put a big diamond ring on it, and hold it through even the darkest moments of your lives. He wanted to spend a passionate night together, a night that would create a new life. The new life would change your guys’ forever. But you would always be happy together. That’s what Matthew wanted. He wanted you. Forever.
Plot: Kim Jongin and Kim Haneul, the baddest boys in town. Except one is a baby and the other is a terrified father.
Words count: 1k+
Pairing: Kai x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Requested by anon, enjoy!
~H
Kim Jongin had always dreamt of having a family of his own. He imagined himself married, two kids wrapped around his legs, and everything in his life was full of joy. Oh boy, was he in for a rude awakening.
The moment Haneul had been born was the same moment he realized kids were a lot more work than he’d imagined. And this opinion was with Haneul, his relatively quiet, almost always giggling son. Even though the baby was a ton of work, he would never wish for it to change. Anybody and everybody knew how spoiled Haneul was. The boy had been spoiled from the second he was born.
Baby Haneul was barely three months old. And even though he was so young, he had his father wrapped around his finger. Jongin had made it his personal task to give his son everything he wanted, even if he was three months old and couldn’t form an actual opinion.
He was a spitting image of Jongin, having inherited his father’s dark skin and thick lips. Two traits that really made it impossible for Jongin to ever deny him as his own.
At roughly six in the morning, Jongin was woken up by a light slap to his face, his eyes opening only to be met with the sight of his giggling son. Haneul loved waking up beside the two of you, you had always assumed it was because of the attachment he had to your husband.
“Good morning, my little sunshine!” Jongin exclaimed, all signs of tiredness leaving his body as he swooped his son into his arms, “Did you sleep well, hm?” he questioned the boy, who’d happily laid his head on his father’s bare chest, silently telling his father that he just wanted to be cuddled.
Haneul, who’d been freshly fed and dressed, in a shirt that read ‘My parents are cool but my uncle is better.’ A gift that was so kindly given to him by his Uncle Taemin, yawned. The happy boy tightly holding his father’s finger. Something Jongin could remember always fantasizing when you had been pregnant.
Jongin softly kneeled beside the couch, one of his hands tightly intertwined with yours, the other placed on your heavily swollen stomach, feeling every kick that was given every time he said something.
“Hi there little man, how’s it going in there?” he asked your stomach, “I can’t wait to meet you Haneul.” he told the boy, receiving a sharp kick to his hand before you groaned loudly.
“Jongin. I think you just talked him into it.” you said, a hand tightly pressing onto your abdomen, “My water broke.” you gulped. It was only a few seconds before Jongin had passed out on the living room floor, leaving you to call Taemin to drag him to the hospital.
It had all seemed so much easier when you were pregnant. It was mostly just excitement and conversations about names and bedrooms. But it seemed like everything changed once he was born.
“What’s happening!? Why is he leaking!?” Jongin screamed as he ran into their shared bedroom, a small Haneul wrapped in a dozen towels laying in his arms.
You glared at her husband, who had most likely trekked your son’s pee throughout the entire house.
“He needs his diaper changed Jongin.” you stated, taking your bawling son from his arms. Jongin, having none of it, and quickly took him back and gave you a small look.
“I can do it. I can do it. Gross, but it’s my job.” Jongin comforted himself.
Jongin was a perfect father. Even though sometimes he freaked out over small things and always made you look like the bad guy, but he did everything to make sure Haneul was living a happy, healthy life. Heck, he even forced you to breast feed so Haneul could grow up one hundred percent healthy.
Haneul held out puffed cheeks as Jongin got out of bed, not even bothering to put a shirt on as he carried his son to his nursery so he could read him a story. A tradition he started from the second Haneul was born.
Jongin had always felt guilty for barely ever being able to spend time with him, so every morning and every night, Jongin would read him a book. He said it was so they can have ‘bonding time,’ but you had come to the conclusion it was because Jongin was scared of him forgetting his voice. Something that would never happen. Haneul had a talent for depicting his father’s voice, whether it was a story or a song, that boy knew Jongin like the back of his tiny hand.
After a few minutes into the story, a drowsy Haneul began to push on the story, doing everything in his power to fight his sleep. Another thing Jongin assumed was his fault, Haneul was absolutely terrified to sleep, scared that he’d miss something.
Jongin held the boy closer to him, throwing his little blanket over his son as he started humming. He loved the boy with all his heart, he really did, but if there was any chance he could possibly get an extra couple hours of sleep, he would take it.
“Haneul, please don’t be scared to go to sleep. I’m not going to leave you. Not today okay? It’s just going to be me and you, I promise.” he told his son, finally giving up on rocking the boy on the recliner, opting for taking him downstairs with you, who’d been waiting for them on the couch.
You greeted the other half of your family with a warm smile, your arms reaching for Haneul; Jongin slightly hesitant as he handed him over.
“Why do you look upset?” you questioned her husband.
“I just, I hate leaving him all the time. I know it hurts him. It hurts me too.” he sighed, “If it weren’t for the band, I wouldn’t have to leave him.” he added.
Jongin just wanted to know what would happen if he could be a stay at home dad and not have to leave him ever again. Hell. Maybe he would do just that.
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