It comes with a heavy heart that I announce this blog will be closing on January 1st, 2019.
I began posting my writing here in November 2016 and throughout these two years, I have gained so much. Friends, readers, writing skills, and a host of others. I truly cannot express how much each of you means to me. Â
Why am I moving on? Loss of steam, motivation, and creativity from a lack of feedback. Itâs hard to create when no one sees it. Does that mean things will change with my new blog? No. However, a fresh start is very much needed.
I do not believe this is the end of me writing for b.a.p, but more of a rest. Iâll return to them someday.
What does this mean for this blog? It will remain here should you want to re-read past stories and for others to discover. The ask box and messages will remain open for a couple of weeks to answer any lingering questions, but after that, I will close them. Some, if not all, of the WIPS will be re-worked and moved to my new blog. I apologize to those of you who were looking forward to the ones for b.a.p. I still intend to finish out my Requiem series and post A Demonâs Lullaby here.Â
Thank you for being with me on this journey, whether youâve been here from the start, or are a newcomer. If you would like to continue on with me, I can be found @daydreamnu. I will continue to cross-post all writings to AFF and AO3 if you would rather read there instead. I love you all, my lovelies âĄâĄâĄ
Bye my dear. Sorry for not being active reader before. Hope you are doing good anywhere you are and hope your love for writing won't fade after we let you down. I'm so sorry.
This breaks my heart. Please, donât apologize. You didnât let me down! New beginnings are needed during our lives to cultivate growth and I wish that you will see this as that. Different aspects came together and made me realize that I needed to start fresh--it wasnât the fault of one particular thing, but a culmination of several. Please, donât be sad about this! Iâm excited for whatâs to come and I hope that I can share it with you âĄâĄâĄ
hey!! im gonna miss you a lot :(( im sorry i didnt talk to u much because i have been rly busy these months but i truly appreciate u and ur work. thank u so much for all ur effort, and im def. gonna follow u on ur new blog!!! best of wishes for u, love! đđđ -ravenclaw anon
oh, my love, Iâve been thinking of you! ⥠please donât ever apologize for being busy; your life is infinitely more important than this blog. Iâm so happy to hear from you again and I wish you the best of luck in your life! ⥠I look forward to seeing you on my new blog ^^ âĄâĄâĄâĄâĄ
It comes with a heavy heart that I announce this blog will be closing on January 1st, 2019.
I began posting my writing here in November 2016 and throughout these two years, I have gained so much. Friends, readers, writing skills, and a host of others. I truly cannot express how much each of you means to me. Â
Why am I moving on? Loss of steam, motivation, and creativity from a lack of feedback. Itâs hard to create when no one sees it. Does that mean things will change with my new blog? No. However, a fresh start is very much needed.
I do not believe this is the end of me writing for b.a.p, but more of a rest. Iâll return to them someday.
What does this mean for this blog? It will remain here should you want to re-read past stories and for others to discover. The ask box and messages will remain open for a couple of weeks to answer any lingering questions, but after that, I will close them. Some, if not all, of the WIPS will be re-worked and moved to my new blog. I apologize to those of you who were looking forward to the ones for b.a.p. I still intend to finish out my Requiem series and post A Demonâs Lullaby here.Â
Thank you for being with me on this journey, whether youâve been here from the start, or are a newcomer. If you would like to continue on with me, I can be found @daydreamnu. I will continue to cross-post all writings to AFF and AO3 if you would rather read there instead. I love you all, my lovelies âĄâĄâĄ
It comes with a heavy heart that I announce this blog will be closing on January 1st, 2019.
I began posting my writing here in November 2016 and throughout these two years, I have gained so much. Friends, readers, writing skills, and a host of others. I truly cannot express how much each of you means to me. Â
Why am I moving on? Loss of steam, motivation, and creativity from a lack of feedback. Itâs hard to create when no one sees it. Does that mean things will change with my new blog? No. However, a fresh start is very much needed.
I do not believe this is the end of me writing for b.a.p, but more of a rest. Iâll return to them someday.
What does this mean for this blog? It will remain here should you want to re-read past stories and for others to discover. The ask box and messages will remain open for a couple of weeks to answer any lingering questions, but after that, I will close them. Some, if not all, of the WIPS will be re-worked and moved to my new blog. I apologize to those of you who were looking forward to the ones for b.a.p. I still intend to finish out my Requiem series and post A Demonâs Lullaby here.Â
Thank you for being with me on this journey, whether youâve been here from the start, or are a newcomer. If you would like to continue on with me, I can be found @daydreamnu. I will continue to cross-post all writings to AFF and AO3 if you would rather read there instead. I love you all, my lovelies âĄâĄâĄ
summary | Hyunwoo is the sun, but you are enclosed in the moonlight.
Frigid air bites into your cheeks and the moon hides behind her silver curtains. The weight under the confines of your bones sits heavy and throbbing, aching with every step. Itâs all coldâimpossibly frozen and unmoving like the permafrost on the ground. Where has the sun gone?
He appears, warm and shimmering as ever. But his eyes are dulled, dampened by the pain. He doesnât offer his warmth this time.
The sun has forsaken you.
Hyunwoo speaks, a cloud of moisture billowing from between his lips at his word. âWhy?â
You have no answer. What excuse can you give for abandoning the safety of the sunlight?
âI was willing to give you everything.â
Thatâs what you were afraid of. Being too close to the sun results in singed wounds that will never heal.
âCome back to me,â Hyunwoo breathes. He is close to you now, his cheek brushing lightly against your own. His heat is overwhelming, but it fails to saturate your layer of frost.
Your body is locked in place, joints and muscles alike tied up with thick bands of ice. Tears spill from your eyes to crystallize on your cheeks. Move. God, you want to move. To shatter the snowy particles that permeate the fibers of your muscles and wrap your arms around him. Your sun.
Hyunwoo steps back, searching your eyes but you cast yours downward. He stays a moment longer, fighting with himself. Eventually, his footsteps crunch against the snow as he leaves you to be buried by the dark.
I feel this. Like i've been getting many requests only a few months ago and many people liked my work but now only 5-10 people see my posts even if it has been like 50 a few months back
I understand that there will inevitably be fluctuations in activity from readers because of seasons, holidays, work, etc, but it has been such a serious drop. Maybe people arenât being as active because of what is going on with bap. But still, it's frustrating to create something for nothing. Thatâs why Iâve been having fun writing for mx. Iâve received some comments on those fics and I literally cried as I read them because it had been so long since I got any feedback like that.Â
Itâs a weird, sad time for bap fic writers. I hope things turn around eventually, but until then I may consider going elsewhere. Best of luck to you, anon âĄ
All bap content creators are slowly vanishing.. please dont abandon us
There are several reasons why they are leaving, but I wonât speak for them. Iâve run out of steam here, though. The ideas and love for creating stories around bap are still there, but the silence is too loud. You could say that the readers are slowly vanishing as well. The views on my stories have plummeted. Whether thatâs from a smaller reading pool, or my writing has become terrible, idk. Both could be a possibility. Spending so much effort to create something only to be met with nothing really takes the wind out of your sails after awhile. I wish I could be one of those people who looks past all that, but Iâm not. I need the interaction and itâs not here.Â
Like I said, I wonât delete this blog and no decisions have been made yet. But the idea of starting anew is sorely tempting. Maybe Iâll only stick to writing for bap for drabble delights and not write any longer fics for them. Idk. I do know that I refuse to put out subpar material just for the sake of it.Â
I donât want you to feel like Iâm abandoning yâall, though. BABYz have been my family for over 3 years now. Donât worry, Iâll still be around.
summary | yongguk gives you an early holiday giftÂ
The steaming cup of cocoa he placed in your hands sent a languid wave of warmth through your skin.Â
âWait here,â Yongguk muttered against your forehead.
You lifted the muted gray cup to your lips and inhaled. The aroma of decadent chocolate spiced with cinnamon pushed the warmth all the way down to the tips of your toes. You curled them under the covers in delight when the first sip coated your tongue.Â
Yongguk reappeared with two wrapped packages stacked in his arms. You watched him fidget with sudden shyness and it wasnât from his lack of clothing.Â
He shuffled his feet against the floorboards, scuffing his heal against a spot that didnât exist.Â
âI bought us something we can wear to the holiday party tomorrow night.â
âOh?â You sat up straighter in the bed, intrigued by the prospect of an early gift.Â
The mattress dipped as Yonggukâs weight joined yours. With your free hand, you lifted the covers and draped it over his lap. He placed one package on top of your thighs, lighter than you expected.Â
âOpen it,â he urged.
You shifted to set your mug on the nightstand and scooched over to nestle yourself against Yonggukâs side. He threaded his arm behind you, letting his fingers rest lightly against your side. He began to stoke soft lines onto your tender flesh as he waited for you to tear off the wrapping paper.
You hooked a finger under the edge of the golden paper and pulled carefully. A white box was revealed underneath and you looked up at Yongguk.
âKeep going,â he nodded.
The lid slid off easily and a gentle âohâ breezed from your lips. Sat neatly under tissue paper was a forest green knitted sweater. You held it up, eyes scanning over the what was printed over the front. The giggle escaped before you could even attempt to capture it. Glittering pom-pom balls and tinsel decorated the front in the shape of a tree.Â
âCheck out the sleeves.â Yongguk held out the end of the nearest one for your inspection. More gaudy tinsel encircled the wrists of the sleeves. âIt lights up, too.â There is a small click and the sweater illuminates itself in a horrendous display of festive cheer.
âOh, my god.â Your mouth cannot keep itself closed. âItâs so ugly. Itâs perfect! What did you get?â
Yongguk opened his package quickly and pulled forth another monstrosityâ firetruck red with a snowman stitched on the front. Upon a closer look, you realized that the snowman had the face of a dogâTigger, to be exact.Â
âI had these custom made. Mine even sings.â Yongguk fiddled with a small remote and the beginning notes of âJingle Bellsâ filled the room.Â
âTheyâre wonderful!â You pushed the covers from your torso and hurriedly pulled your sweater over your head. âItâs surprisingly soft,â you commented, adjusting the fabric down your stomach.Â
âI didnât want us to be miserable and itchy all night,â Yongguk said, muffled under his own sweater.Â
You plant a kiss on Yonggukâs cheek just as his head popped through the sweater. âThank you.â
Yongguk smiled, a slow, bashful stretch of his lips. He canât find the words to say, so instead, he pulled you flush against his chest and slid your bodies down under the covers once again. You lie there, entwined and knitted together with the man who knew the smaller ways to your heart.Â
b.a.p master list | monsta x master list
A/N: surprise idk where this came from lol but I was in some soft yongguk feels, so here you go ^^
The hem of your dress glides up your thigh as you lift your arms to give your hair one final adjustment. Youâll leave it there, you decide; it will be an extra treat for him. You reach for the tube of berry red lipstick and give a generous swipe over your lips. Perfect.
The hem of your dress glides up your thigh as you lift your arms to give your hair one final adjustment. Youâll leave it there, you decide; it will be an extra treat for him. You reach for the tube of berry red lipstick and give a generous swipe over your lips. Perfect.
The hem of your dress glides up your thigh as you lift your arms to give your hair one final adjustment. Youâll leave it there, you decide; it will be an extra treat for him. You reach for the tube of berry red lipstick and give a generous swipe over your lips. Perfect.
A cab ride later and you step out onto the pavement of downtown. Throngs of people litter the sidewalk, shops, and bars to enjoy the chilled air and holiday spirit. You have other things in mind, but your gift to him will definitely be delivered by someone in red.
The bar is found easily enough, a classier place than you were used to where the wealthy come to play. A lengthy line spills from the door and around the side of the building, but you head straight for the front. The doorman gives you a quick once-over, nodding his head and letting you pass.
Your heart skitters in your chest, the excitement of your plan becoming real pushing adrenaline through your veins.
âI need to keep calm,â you mutter to yourself. The bar comes into view, sleek and elegant, the numerous jewel-toned bottles backlit by a pearlescent light. You slide onto a stool near the middle and are instantly greeted by the bartender.
âWhat can I get you?â
âA whiskey on the rocks, please.â
He nods and reaches under the bar for a glass. He pours quickly, taking two more orders at the same time before giving you a swift smile and moving down the bar. The glass is cold under your fingers and the ice clinks against the side as you bring it to your lips. The liquid is smooth, slipping easily over your lips and down your throat to leave a slow burn in its wake.
Absolutely fucking delicious. You want to taste it on his lips, too.
You take another sip and spin slowly on the stool, searching for any sign of him. Nothing, yet. You turn back to the bar, a smug grin tugging at the corner of your mouth while you tilt the glass again. He has surely seen you, though.
Three glasses of whiskey down and your head is buzzing pleasantly. Your need for him has grown beyond your limit and you know it is the right time. You lift your hand to flag down the bartender as he passes by with a crate of new bottles.
âWhereâs the ladies room?â
He jerks his head over his shoulder, âTo the left, past the stairs.â
Carefully, you slip off the stool, your unsteady legs sending you into the back of someone. There is a sudden tilt to your world and you stand straight again.
âIâm sorry,â you apologize. The woman waves off your words and returns to her conversation.
Fuck. Where was the bathroom? You decide itâs best to go in the direction you are facing and step confidently. You find yourself in a dim hallway with doors on either side. The first handle you try is locked, as are the second and third. You huff as your fingers wrap around the fourth, but it gives away easily and you enter the room.
This is definitely not the bathroom.
Just as you fully step inside, a warm hand grips your wrist and pulls you to the wall, the door shutting quietly somewhere to your right.
âYou canât be back here, maâam.â His voice is stern in your ear, but you catch the underlying layer of curiosity.
You grin widely, âWould you believe me if I said I got lost on my way to the bathroom?â
He pushes back enough to look you in the eyes and your mischievous grin threatens to split your cheeks as you stare back at Hyunwoo.
He lets out a small sigh, âWhat are you doing here?â
âI thought Iâd come to visit you at your new job. You look great, by the way.â You allow your eyes to trail over his figure, dressed in all black, the top buttons of his shirt undone to expose a hint of a bronze canvas. The jacket he wears accentuates his broad shoulders and itâs all you can do to hold back your groan of appreciation. Â Â
You catch his gaze again. âDid you know I was here? I havenât been able to find you at all,â you whine. âI thought security was supposed to show their presence to deter shenanigans?â
Hyunwooâs eyes dip to your chest and your deep red dress. âI saw you the instant you walked in.â He smooths a hand over your hip and rests it there. âIâve been trying to not lose my goddamn mind all night.â
A smirk finds its way to your mouth again. You shift forward until your lips hover over Hyunwooâs, the temptation to suck on them nearly driving out the words that gather on the back of your tongue.
âI came to give you a little holiday gift for working so hard,â you whisper.
Hyunwoo makes a noise at the back of his throat and he presses into you, his hand tightening on your hip.
âIt has to be quick. I canât be gone for too long,â he urges, already pulling away to remove his jacket. He reaches behind to the mic-pack clipped to his belt, but you grab his hand to cease his movement.
âLeave it on. I want them to hear.â
Hyunwoo groans quietly but obliges and leaves on his mic. He discards his jacket to the side and pushes you against the wall again, one hand above your head and the other finding its way under your dress. He bites a moan into the dip of your throat when his fingers do not meet the barrier of your panties.
A finger slips between your wet folds with ease and just like that, you have Hyunwoo shaking with need.
âWhy are you so fucking wet already?â he asks, giving a delighted nibble to the soft spot of your neck. He adds in another finger and your knees buckle, halting your answer in your throat.
âIâve been thinking about you since you left for work.â
âThat was six hours ago.â
âAre you gonna do something about it, or do you have more questions?â
Hyunwoo answers you by thrusting in a third digit, stretching your walls and circling his thumb over the hood of your clit.
Your legs completely give out at the delicious stretch, but Hyunwoo keeps you upright with his body pinning you to the wall. Your eyes roll back as you allow the pleasure to pulse through you, the warmth of the whiskey being replaced by the heat of desire. You were desperate for more.
Hyunwoo senses your need and with the growing bulge against your thigh, you would wager a guess that he wants more as well.
He withdraws his fingers and you whimper at the sudden emptiness. Hyunwoo quiets you with a brusque kiss and picks you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the large wooden desk at the far end of the room. Â Â
Hyunwoo plops you down onto the cool surface, not even bothering to remove some of the contents of the desk. He makes quick work of his belt and pulls his stiff member free from his boxers. You practically begin drooling at the sight, beyond ready to have all of him in you.
He digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs as he pushes them apart. His hands cup behind your knees and he pulls you closer the edge of the desk to wrap your legs back around his waist. You hastily push your dress higher up your thighs, earning a moan of appreciation from the man in front of you.
You encircle your arms around his neck and tug him down to steal a kiss. His pillowy lips greedily move over yours and you cannot stop yourself from sucking on them, licking your tongue immediately over them in a repetitive cycle until they are swollen.
Hyunwoo breathes heavily when you stop, beads of sweat already dotting the edge of his hairline. Â Â
âYouâre really asking for it tonight, baby girl.â His eyes darken and he moves impossibly closer. He holds his weeping dick against your folds and mutters an order against your ear. âYou better be loud so they can hear just how good I fuck you.â
He gives you no room to answer and thrusts himself into your heat. There is a momentary pause as you both adjust to the rush of sensationsâthe way he fills you up so perfectly has you near tears. The moment dissipates as quickly as it came and Hyunwoo pulls himself all the way out before slamming back into you. His pace is relentless, hungry, and has stars bursting in your eyes.
It feels as if you have been waiting a lifetime for this momentâto have him sucking purple blossoms across your skin; for the bite of his fingers digging deeply against your thighs. It is overwhelming.
You can no longer hold in your moans and set them free against the straining muscles of his neck. Hyunwoo responds in turn by increasing the tempo of his thrusts; the lascivious sounds of slick skin against skin fill the small room. You hear various thuds and clatters as objects fall off the desk, but you cannot bring yourself to care because a god of a man is pleasuring you to within an inch of your life.
Hyunwooâs thumb finds your sensitive pearl once again and he begins to swirl around it with firm pressure. You keen against his lips and tug at his cacao colored locks that are threaded through your fingers. He grunts in approval, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth.
âCome for me, baby girl. Make them hear you.â
Your body grows hotter, the whiskey and pleasure mixing into a heady heat that leaves you breathless and begging for more. It gathers at your core, boiling and ready to scorch every last one of your nerves. Â Â Â Â Â Â
âIâm so close,â you gasp into the air. Hyunwoo increases his pace one more notch and locks his lips against yours.
You unravel beneath him with a cry into his mouth and he soon follows, spilling himself into you with a gratuitous moan. The air around you is thick with the smell of sex and labored breaths before either one of you moves.
Hyunwoo adjusts his pants and tucks his shirt back under the waistband while he strides to retrieve your clutch and his jacket from their places next to the door. You shimmy the hem of your dress back down your thighs and adjust your straps with a blissful smile.
Hyunwoo appears in front of you again and sets your clutch next to you.
âHowâd you like your gift?â you ask as he slips his jacket back over his shoulders.
He reaches out to smooth out a few loose strands of your hair. âAmazing,â he grins sheepishly.
You pluck a tissue from a box that teeters precariously at the edge of the desk and wet it slightly with your tongue. Gently you wipe over the generous lipstick marks on his neck and face, sitting back with a satisfied smile when you notice his affection for you still spilling from his eyes.
He reaches across you and takes a tissue, too. With the greatest of care, he dips his hand between your thighs to clean away the essence of himself that sticks to your skin. With his free hand, he kneads soft circles into your thigh and you take the opportunity to place a peck to his forehead.
Hyunwoo lifts his eyes to you, his plush lips forming a crescent from his happiness. He tilts his head to kiss your cheek and straightens back up.
âReady to go? I can call you a cab.â
âAlmost.â You rummage through your clutch to find your lipstick and reapply it with the help of the reflection of a picture frame that barely managed to escape the same fate as a number of its friends.
Hyunwoo helps you down and comfortably rests his hand at the small of your back as he leads you out of the room. He easily pushes through the crowd and brings you safely to the front door. You place your hands on his chest and barely nudge him away.
âIâll be okay from here. You should get back to work,â you laugh.
He runs a hand through his already tousled hair, âYouâre right. Iâll see you at home in a few hours.â
Hyunwoo watches you leave, admiring your ass in the tight dress, and nearly jumps out of his skin as a voice crackles to life in his ear-piece.
âThanks for the warning, Hyunwoo. Christ.â
âI timed you. Wanna know what it is?â another voice asks. Hyunwoo looks across the floor and spots Changkyun giving him a thumbs up.
A third voice chimes in, âCan we please get back to work? We have a couple of rowdy drunks in zone three.â
The fourth voice that joins the chatter echoes next to him. âHere,â Kihyun offers him a damp towelette. âYou missed a spot on the front of your pants.â
áŠÂ b.a.p master list | mx master list
A/N: sometimes you just need to write a pwp to get it out of your system. I hope yâall enjoyed it! please like, reblog, and/or leave a comment if you did^^
