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☆ vee, (she/they), 23

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peepeepoopoo,

i luv you you?

-w cheese

hi ang <3

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work-life balance

reader (fem) x csc — 2.6K words tags: 18+ content (mdni), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pet names, some teasing, unbeta-ed sorry xx note: adapted from my f1 side blog :) on the off chance this looks familiar it's because it was originally a coups oneshot that i stole for my f1 blog and am now stealing back to post for its original purpose <3

husband. 

the word is still so delightfully foreign on your tongue. it’s not that you have any problems saying it, it was just new and different and a problem you could stand to have. and also because every time you tried to say it while speaking to someone else you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that you were playing house, parading around like an adult. 

this is my husband. oh, my husband gave it to me. my husband. 

seungcheol, on the other hand, had started using the word as soon as he possibly could, inserting it into every sentence, massaging it into every conversation even if it was unlikely to fit. it came so natural to him to refer to you like that, with all the love in the world—if you hadn’t been the one on the receiving end you might’ve been jealous of whoever she was. 

the front door shuts quietly, and keys jingle as they’re set onto the bureau in the hallway.

“hello, wife,” seungcheol says, appearing by your ear and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. he tucks his chin in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses to the shell of your ear, under your jaw, down your throat. you sigh into his touch, even if your eyes never leave your computer screen. 

“hi, seungcheol,” you reply, lifting your cheek so he can press a kiss there, too. his shirt smells of coffee and paper and conditioned office air. you run your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. “i’m almost done, i promise.” 

even without looking at him you feel seungcheol sag against you, the wind knocked out of his sails. the newlywed lifestyle never seemed to waver with him—he wanted his hands all over you every possible moment—which wasn’t entirely productive when you had an EOD deadline. 

he sighs, his breath ruffling your hair and presses another kiss to your neck. “i’ll be in the shower.” you sneak a peek over your shoulder, admiring the lean build of your new husband. he grins. “if you care to join me.” 

biting your lip, you offer him what you hope is the most apologetic smile you can muster. “sorry, baby, i gotta finish this. maybe in a minute.” 

seungcheol shakes his head and mutters something under his breath, smiling. “i’ll miss you.” you watch him go, ignoring the pang in your stomach and instead turn your attention back to the edits you’re supposed to be making to an urgent proposal. 

you hear the water run in the bathroom and feel a rush of heat down your neck. god, you wanted to be free of this desk and join your husband in the bathroom. you wanted to feel his hands over every inch of your wanting skin and his lips by your ear whispering naughty things and—

ding! 

you start, staring at the message from your coworkers asking you about some new revisions that had just come in. with a sigh you shove the steamy thoughts to the back of your mind. fantasy land would have to wait. 

you get through about five more minutes of focus before seungcheol's soft humming echoes through the hallway, effectively ending the work streak. your screen swims in front of your eyes. you’re not reading a damn thing. 

deadlines. deadlines. work. don’t get fired. work !!!!! the little voice in your head yells at you. 

but seungcheol’s voice echoes off of the tile, swimming out into the bedroom over the voice in your head. you sneak a peek, see the bathroom door cracked— that cheeky shit— and groan, flopping back into your desk chair. 

you press your hands to the desk, willing your mind to turn back to the urgent work in front of you. numbers. numbers. percentages. taxes. who gives a shit? 

…especially when your young and gorgeous new husband was waiting for you, deliciously naked under the hot water. another rush of heat floods your body, leaving your fingertips buzzing. you swear under your breath, crossing your legs tight. 

focus!!

you make it through another few agonizing minutes, forcing your mind on columns of data and certainly not the rows of muscle across your husband’s abdomen, and how they’re probably glistening under the hot water and soap… talk about some numbers you’d like to crunch. 

you let out a deep sigh, pressing your hand against your stomach in hopes of quelling the dull ache that’s found its way there. seungcheol better hope he gets out of the shower soon or you were about to do something drastic.

you stare unseeing at your screen, as your hand travels lower down your stomach, resting just on your pelvis. your pulse thrums under your skin and down there, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat again. 

your mind wanders to the other night, when seungcheol had tied you to the bed with the beautiful black silk tie from his wedding tuxedo before sliding down your body, canines glinting in the dim evening light. 

“no touching, baby,” seungcheol had said and then he had put his tongue on your—

you bite down hard on your bottom lip to mask the sudden moan trying to wriggle its way out of your throat. without even realizing it, you had undone the button of your jeans, finger slipping under the waistband to touch there— already aching and soaking wet. heat flares in your cheeks, and you stifle another moan as your fingers find your clit, teasing yourself over your panties. 

god, you had come two or three times just on seungcheol’s tongue that night, pulling so tight against your restraints you left angry red marks on your skin. 

your body remembers the excitement as you press harder against your clit, back arching off of your desk chair. 

behind your lids you see seungcheol’s fingers gripping into the flesh of your thighs, that new gold band on his ring finger digging into your skin, shining and catching the light. his dark eyes peering up at you through thick lashes, utterly pussy-drunk—

this time the whimper slips past your lips as you dip your hand under your panties to press two fingers into yourself— just enough to help the pulsing ache in between your legs. 

“fuck, i didn’t think you’d start without me,” seungcheol says from behind you, and you scream, jumping like you’d been caught mid-crime. he only wears his boxers, skin glistening with water droplets alongside the constellations of moles and freckles across his chest. you might’ve been able to come up with a clever response had your husband not been so damn sexy. 

instead you stutter ungracefully, burning up from your scalp to your toes. “i- uh, i- i didn’t know you were there—”

seungcheol takes a few steps closer, his eyes almost black with want. “my wife, getting off without me?” 

he slowly brings your hand to his mouth, eyes pinning you  in place, tongue darting past his lips to lick the arousal from your fingertips. you flush deeply, lips dropping open with a small gasp. “isn’t that my job?” 

“i…,” your brain short-circuits as seungcheol kneels. his thumbs skirt across the outside of your thighs and you shudder. 

“god, i can’t wait to taste you,” he groans before kissing the top of your knee, “lift your hips for me, baby.”

you curse under your breath again as seungcheol’s palms slide up your body to pull at your jeans, discarding them. by this point you’re so turned on it’s almost painful and you can tell by the sudden tension in the set of seungcheol’s jaw that you are absolutely soaked. 

seungcheol smirks, lopsided and boyish. “can i help?” you know better than to trust him, but the flush on his neck from the scalding shower and the water drops in his hair leave you feeling hazy and less than capable of rational thought. 

you nod slowly, biting the inside of your cheek.

your face grows warm as seungcheol positions himself at your feet, fingers finding their way to your ankles. 

“wait, cheol—” you protest, voice hushed. 

he bends down and presses a kiss to where the top of your foot meets your shin, and the breath that leaves your mouth is much shakier than you expect. 

his eyes could swallow you whole when he looks up at you,  holding your leg in his hands like you’re made of porcelain. his mouth travels up to your knee, lips brushing on the very inside as he pushes your knees wider apart and you swallow a whimper, seeing him settle in between your legs like he was meant to be there. 

seungcheol kisses up your thigh, and the heat increases, twisting your stomach into knots. you drop your head to the chair, rocking your hips up on instinct feeling his breath on your inner thigh, clapping your hand to where his sits on your hip. 

seungcheol groans, mouth open against your thigh. “you’re already so wet and i haven’t even touched you.” you bite back a loud moan as his mouth presses against your cunt, wet and hot over the thin lace of your panties. 

“love thinking about you at work,” seungcheol groans, twisting your fingers together as he works you up, “thinking about looking up at you, feeling you pull on my hair. love when you feel good, baby.” 

your knees knock together, almost clamping around seungcheol’s head as his tongue circles your clit. it’s just enough pressure to drive you crazy, but you can tell seungcheol is stringing you along, knowing you would play nice to get what you want.

“god, you’re so hot. love thinking about your body in my hands. how you’ll taste. miss you so much when i’m away, my pretty girl.”

your knuckles are almost white from where they’re intertwined with seungcheol’s. “please,” you beg, and your husband growls low and loud hearing the raspy desperation in your voice as you clutch at him.

he pulls your panties aside, fingers sliding through your arousal as you arch into his touch. your nerves are practically singing, wetness seeping down your thighs from how turned on you are. 

seungcheol curses under his breath. “fuck, you’re so wet…”

“cheol, i still have to work—ah!” your back arches off of your chair again as seungcheol’s tongue finds your clit, expertly sucking it between his lips like it was the last time he’d ever get to taste you. 

he just moans against your cunt, open-mouthed and panting, and you feel the vibrations sing up through the rest of your body leaving you rather dizzy. he groans again as your fingers pull on the curls at top of his head.

“god, love seeing you like this, baby. knowing you’re all mine.”

a sudden burst of pleasure rushes through your body, leaving you gasping for breath. your chest tightens, jaw slack as seungcheol presses two fingers into you, lips still wrapped around your clit without [relent?].

“hey, c’mon, breathe,” seungcheol murmurs against your skin. his hand finds yours, pressing against your sternum, warm and familiar as he knots your fingers together. air rushes into your lungs as another wave of pleasure washes over you and seungcheol hums in satisfaction. “that’s it, good girl, don’t hold back. shit, you’re so beautiful like this.” 

you can barely speak, feeling seungcheol’s fingers curl expertly to find the spot that has you arching into his hands again. you see stars, feeling his fingers deep inside you, nails biting into his forearm as his tongue continues to taste you like he might never eat again. 

“look at me, baby, i wanna see you,” seungcheol pleads, and you wrench your eyes open, another rush of pleasure overwhelming your senses when you see him gazing up at you. 

the sight of seungcheol giving has always turned you to a puddle, the vicious whiplash of his sweet featherlight touches with his wicked tongue leaving you a breathless, brainless mess.  

seungcheol groans against your skin again and you feel yourself on the edge, teetering.

“fuck, don’t stop, i’m gonna—”

a sudden jingle interrupts your state of bliss—the pop-up on your computer screen shows a coworker calling you. you scream (again), shoving seungcheol’s head away, just enough to get his lips off of you, as you scramble to slap your laptop shut. the whole ordeal is over in a few seconds but the mortification that erupts in your stomach is enough for a lifetime.

you press a hand to your mouth, hard. you could probably fry an egg on your cheek with how hot you are from arousal and panic. 

seungcheol laughs, his hair rumpled where you pushed his head. he kneads his fingers into your thigh and grins as you collapse with shame. 

“oh my fucking god,” you moan, covering your face with your hands. “i’m gonna run into traffic.” 

seungcheol reaches up to grab your left hand and presses his lips to the inside of your fingers, right over the new wedding band sitting on your ring finger. you slide lower into your chair and shake your head. 

“what if i had accidentally answered—ohhh my god,” you say while seungcheol laughs, leaning his head against your inner thigh. if you weren’t so horrified you would be turned on by the sight of him hunched under the desk, nose and mouth covered in you. “we can’t do this again.” 

seungcheol creeps from under the desk to silence you with an open-mouthed kiss, tangling his fingers deep in your hair. you taste yourself on his tongue. the complaints in your head go quiet as you sag into his arms. 

“well hopefully next time you’re already on a call.”

you lurch forward, pressing your mouths together, clutching at seungcheol with desperation. “god, just fuck me already, idiot.” 

your husband wastes no time scooping you from your chair, and tossing you onto the bed. it feels like a college quickie all over again, hormones and adrenaline running high as you feverishly rid yourself of your clothes, hand already finding seungcheol’s length. he groans as you drag his cock through your arousal, lining him up, gasping as he pushes in without (pause?). 

you always love how seungcheol stretches you out, his voice weak as you take him to the hilt. 

“missed you so much today,” he murmurs against your skin, hips rolling into you slowly. you feel every inch, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls, feeling full and satisfied as seungcheol stills. 

you drag your palms down his broad back finding his ass and squeeze, laughing as he jerks in surprise. 

“missed you too, cheol-“ the words die in your throat as he drags his hips back and thrusts back into you, settling into a punishing pace.

“you feel so good,” your husband groans, hips slapping against your ass. all he cups your face in his hands, and you feel the cool metal of his wedding band press into your cheek. all you can manage is a weak whimper as seungcheol slowly turns you into a wanton, sweaty mess. “so beautiful…”

the praise turns your insides to jelly as you clench around seungcheol’s cock, hips rolling up to meet his next stroke. your orgasm is close, so so close when seungcheol leans down, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. 

you hurtle over the edge, nails scrabbling at his shoulders as seungcheol fucks you through your climax, following close behind. his release is warm and sticky inside you as you lay there, still connected, sweaty, spent and satiated.

it’s safe to say you miss your EOD deadline.  

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[jeongwife]

thoughts on joshua teaching u how to ride him and u being so innocent

admin lily reporting for duty once again to give ryu shuarot <3333

I LOVE THIS AHHSHSHHSJSJJSN i also firmly believe that joshua isn’t that much of a gentlemen in the sheets aghshsj but if you were fairly inexperienced, he’d love to guide you and tell you what to do to make you both feel good, and it also doesn’t hurt that it fuels his corruption kink <333

when you tell him one day that you want to try riding him, he’d be so soft from how you can’t even look him in the eye out of shyness, but at the same time he can’t ignore how his cock twitches in his pants at the thought of teaching you how to ride him until you become a slut for him <3 he’d prep you really well at first, kissing your clit as he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of you while praising you for how good you’re being for him. when you’re wet enough, joshua gently manoeuvres your body so you’re straddling his lap, your bare core just hovering about his hard cock, the tip an angry red and leaking with precum. he tells you what to do while guiding your hand to wrap around his cock and lining the tip up to your dripping entrance. “you can control the pace, okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs to you, grabbing your hips to slowly lower you onto his cock. he’s not even halfway in before you’re a moaning mess, whining about how full you feel and how big he feels which only turns him on even more. he wants nothing more than to fuck up into you roughly, but restrains himself because this is your first time riding him.

once he’s fully seated inside you, he lets you stay like that for a while, shushing you softly as you adjust to his size in this position, his hand gently up and down your spine to soothe you, a groan leaving him as he feels your slick leak down his cock. he lets you take the reins when you tell him you’re ready, guiding your hands to his broad shoulders for support as you experimentally move your hips, slowly moving them up and down his cock. he’s so encouraging too, like, “just like that, baby. keep lifting your hips like that, you’re doing so well, you feel so good.” joshua swears he almost cums inside you when you ask him if you can go faster with the most innocent doe eyes, the two of you moaning in unison as you start building a quicker pace, and the feeling of his tip nudging against your sweet spot has you on the brink of an orgasm. feeling your hips lose their rhythm from exhaustion and your impending orgasm, he’ll grab them to hold you in place before fucking up into you with deep, hard strokes, smiling sweetly at you as you let out the prettiest moans and sobs about how close you are and how you want him to cum in you. “yeah? does my baby feel good? cum, sweetheart, cum all over my cock, you deserve it for being such a good girl.”

idk if i did a good job but i don’t have shuarot and this still unleashed something in me </3

— admin lily who hopes she succeeded in bringing shuarot <3

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in a new phase. this might be super niche LMAO but i kind of wanna write a svt x f1 drabble bc all i’ve been able to consume is formula 1 content as of late. this may fall so flat . WE’LL SEE !!!!

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call me pretty (m)

vernon x f!reader 0.9k tags: established relationship, fluff, smut, dirty talk, pet names, heavy on pet names and praise and woooeirieiioktjtj

a/n: someday i'll write abt someone else.... not today though WOOOOWHOHOOO (tldr; utterly self indulgent vern smut <3)

vernon knows you like all the usual nasty stuff.

choking, spitting, taking you from behind, hair pulling, being controlled. you know, the usual. and in general, the sex is pretty good—he feels good inside you, knows what to do with his hands, always makes you feel loved.

apart from sex, however, vernon is pretty low-key when it comes to being a boyfriend. he’s more of a shower than a teller, like bringing you coffee at work or helping you out around the house without being asked. he tells you when you look nice, he picks out gifts that remind him of you. you’ve come to learn that being with vernon is constant assurance that he likes you, even if he doesn’t say it all the time.

you don’t need to hear him say that you look good, but it certainly doesn’t hurt.

the first time vernon says it and says it in earnest, he’s balls deep in you, fingers twisted deep in the pillowcase under your head. already you’ve been feeling the fire coursing through your veins, being so close to him like this, feeling vernon’s skin against your own. you always feel close to him, but something about missionary today has your toes curling and a yearning boiling in your gut so strong you can’t stop touching him. his chest, his biceps, his neck, his face. if you could crawl through vernon’s skin and sit in the cavern in his heart made for you, you would.

vernon’s cock pushes in deep and you feel the air leave your lungs, cheeks flushed, fingers wound deep in his damp curls.

“fuck, you look so pretty, baby,” vernon mutters. his voice is hoarse as he says again, “you’re so fucking pretty, baby, for me.”

the words hit you like a bowling ball and you go utterly still as a wave of heat so strong pulses through your body from your chest to your fingertips, leaving you breathless again. your jaw drops open as vernon groans, his cock still deep in you as he falls into the rhythm he knows you like. it thrums in your chest, the word.

pretty.

you let out a strangled groan as vernon noses along your jaw, one hand coming to rest at the base of your throat but not squeezing—just a subtle reminder that you’re completely his. as if you needed a sign as he groans more praise against your skin, leaving you hot all over and clenching desperately around his cock.

“shit–” vernon chokes, “what’s going on with you today?” he presses a kiss to your cheek as you take him all the way again, his hips slapping against your ass in the way you like.

words are scarce as you struggle to breathe normally. you knit your eyebrows together as you feel another wrench of pleasure in your stomach. “call me–fuck–pretty–”

vernon pulls away in surprise, hips stuttering, dark eyes wide. you can’t even stifle the whine that comes from your throat; everything is so sensitive today that the loss of sensation leaves you feeling achy. vernon grins, slow and affectionate as you squirm. he raises an eyebrow and leans forward to press his forehead to yours as his cock slips out and back in.

“you like that, honey, hmm? when i call you pretty? when i tell you how much i love you?” vernon murmurs, voice raspy under his breath. you feel the praise in your stomach as you cry out, nails biting into his scalp. “god, you’re so tight.”

you don’t even have the brainpower to talk back like you usually do. all you hear is vernon murmuring you're so pretty, baby a thousand times over in your head, leaving you warm and dizzy. all you can manage is a jerk of your head, as you feel yourself approach release. vernon’s hand finds yours, squeezing tight as you gasp.

“come for me, baby, wanna see it,” vernon pleads, wasted on you as he nears his own release. “for me, pretty girl–”

you squeeze your eyes shut as you come, going stiff as it takes over your whole body, seeing white behind your eyelids. as you clench around his cock, vernon comes shortly after, muttering curses under his breath with his hand still wrapped securely in yours. your chests heave and a few seconds pass before you have the energy to peel your eyes open. your body feels heavy, utterly spent from the sudden onslaught of feeling.

when you’ve both recovered vernon pulls out and rolls onto his side. his dark eyes are thoughtful as he brushes a strand of limp hair out of your face.

“pretty, huh?” vernon says, smiling slow. you feel another burst of warmth in your gut and bite your lip. “you like when i compliment you?”

you nod slowly and feel a flush creep up the back of your neck and onto your cheeks. vernon chuckles and swipes a thumb over it.

“so definitely.”

you hide your face in your hands, biting back a smile. vernon never failed to leave you feeling like a giddy teenager, even after so long.

“it’s nice,” is the best you can come up with when vernon looks at you like you hung the stars.

he scoots closer, slinging an arm low over your hip and presses a kiss to your bare shoulder. through your fingers you see him gazing at you with so much love your heart squeezes tight in your chest.

“anything for my pretty girl.”

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svt & subspace (m)

1.4k a/n: again... idk where this came from.. just something i've been thinking abt the past couple days yippee!! (NSFW)

seungcheol — the first time you hit true subspace it turns him on to no end. loooves knowing he can make you feel so good your mind goes blank (he'll never let you forget it). you turn even more pliant, willing to do anything he wants you to do. he makes sure you know your safe word before anything else, sometimes repeating the question over and over until he gets a clear answer. despite how much he might want it, seungcheol will usually stop you from doing things just to please him, knowing your altered state might be urging you to do things you can’t fully consent to. seungcheol thinks subspace is hot, but only if you’re present enough to stop anything you don’t want to do. 

jeonghan — like seungcheol, jeonghan loves seeing you slip into subspace, loves seeing how you turn to putty in his hands, how willing you become to please him. with how eager and cocky jeonghan is, it’s not unusual for you to float away during sex right before an orgasm or after an intense one. unlike seungcheol, however, if you want him to face fuck you while you’re in subspace who is he to say no? will make sure you have a clear safe word/gesture, and will ask you to repeat it to him a few times before you start. always asks you a few times if you’re sure. it’s not the most productive when he has to drag answers out of you, but the last thing he wants to do is hurt his angel when you’re so ready to please him.

joshua — joshua cares about you so much and wants you to know that he’ll always be there to take care of you. he lets you know he’s there by slipping his hand into yours, grounding you. physical touch is a big thing for him, slowly bringing you back down to your body when you’re ready. joshua is so in tune with you and your body he knows exactly where to touch you and what to say to keep the good feelings going. subspace usually happens for you right before you come, and—like clockwork—as soon as he reminds you how much he loves you it sends you right over the edge where joshua is ready to catch you. 

jun — you’ve talked about it being a thing, but jun never thought he would actually get see it happen. the first time it happens, he sees the moment you feel pleasure so intense you lose the ability to speak. he never thought he’d be that good and he’s both a little surprised and also soooo turned on by the way you go limp, eyes almost rolled back in your head as haze overtakes you. the first time it happens, jun’s a little too eager and yanks you out of it a little too fast, leaving you a little disoriented. he feels really bad about it after, but jun is a quick learner and picks up on what you like and how to make the experience as enjoyable as possible for the both of you.

wonwoo — wonwoo’s thing is degradation, and after a particularly rough session of degradation and humiliation it sends you right over the edge into a floaty headspace. you don’t even have to come to get there. he’ll usually keep teasing you, dragging out your dumb state for as long as possible. he knows, however, that he can get intense during scenes so when you eventually come down he’s careful to give you lots of loving and praises for taking it so well. wonwoo loves to be mean, but he also loves you and wants you to know that none of what he says is true.

woozi — jihoon is split half and half. finds it hot, also not always the most patient. he loves to rile you up, watch you lean into it and inflate his ego. he loves making you feel good, but he also wants to good. when you linger in subspace for a long time he gets a little impatient and tries to bring you down before you're ready. he doesn't do it to be rude or mean, he just wants to keep loving on you. things to do (you) and places to be (work)!

hoshi — soonyoung loves to be the best at everything. whether that’s performing on stage or in the bedroom, he needs to know that he’s on top. (literally.) he loves to be mean and see you fold under his silver tongue—he loves to go back and forth between sickly praise and cold degradation and see you writhe and beg under him. seeing you sink into subspace goes straight to his dick and his ego. will always praise you after, letting you know he enjoyed it and wants to make sure you enjoyed it, too. you find it sexy how much soonyoung cares, which makes it that much easier for you to trust him so wholly.

minghao — minghao is all about trust, and he finds it sexy that you trust him enough to let him be with you when you slip into subspace. minghao isn’t a gentle lover, per se, but he is intense and prioritizes intimacy above all else. he knows it’s a delicate and deeply personal state to be in around someone else and will never make you do anything transactional. if he’s feeling extra mean, however, he’ll make fun of you for being so compliant...which usually goes straight to your core, leading to another round.

mingyu — mingyu is torn between finding it the hottest thing ever and trying not to panic (just a little) when you go nonverbal. on one hand yeah, he fucked your brains out and turned you ultra-dumb but on the other hey, are you okay baby? can you say something please? mingyu is sometimes too good with his cock for his own good that he’s always a little surprised when you enjoy it that much. he also secretly enjoys how needy it makes you and how you cling to him and love all up on him after a vigorous round.

dokyeom — short answer: freaks out. the likelihood of slipping into full subspace with a man who hates the idea of people being mad at him is… low. but once seokmin tried being meaner than usual with his words and his cock and it turned you on so much that after your fourth orgasm in a row you go nonverbal. seokmin stresses, petting your hair, asking you to breathe for him, to say something, “are you okay?? hey, what’s happening?” until you slowly come back to earth (after the fact you tease him a little for wigging out so much, but secretly you’re touched he cares just that much.) safe to say, the two of you don’t take it that far very often. 

seungkwan — seungkwan seems the type to be more gentle and doesn’t really like being mean to you, so it seems like it’d be rare. but maybe, like seokmin, he switches it up every now and then and the change in pace is so hot to you that you become more sensitive to his touch and his words. it leaves you feeling a little lightheaded, making it easier for you to slip into subspace. the first time it happens, seungkwan is a little stressed but lets you stay in it as long as you need to. when you come down he wants to talk about your triggers so he can be more prepared to keep you feeling as good as possible.

vernon — ever the silent support, vernon will stay with you the whole time, maybe petting your cheek or rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs until you float back down to earth. he thinks it’s hot he can make you feel that good, but doesn’t ever want to yank you out of it, so he lets you feel what you need to for as long as possible. sometimes if it’s been a while, vernon will press a few kisses to your cheek and ask if you’re doing good. if you don’t respond he’ll leave you be, reminding you every once in a while he’s still here with you. once you come down he’s there with a few quiet praises and reminders how much he loves you. 

dino — likes knowing he can send you there. (a lot.) his favorite method is a combo of taunting and edging and watching you get completely lost in pleasure when he finally lets you come. chan looooves seeing you go all dumb, words jumbled as you tell him how good he makes you feel. unless you explicitly say it’s okay before a session, he’s not super keen on forcing you to do anything when you’re not entirely present in your head. the only thing chan loves more than making you feel amazing is taking care of you after, supplying you with plenty of attention and love to keep you warm.

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[shuacore]

oxytocin (m)

mingyu x f!reader 1.0k tags: swearing, sub!mingyu, choking (m receiving), mild degradation, edging (??? idk kind of)

“say it again,” you croon, smiling slowly at the man beneath you.

you know you’re being just a little bit evil, considering your hand is squeezing mingyu’s windpipe, cutting off his voice from producing any sound. his eyes are wide and dark, mouth forming silent syllables as your fingers press a little harder into his throat. 

you simper. “i’m sorry, i didn’t catch that.” mingyu’s brow furrows and he gasps. you release your hold on him— just for a moment.

his chest heaves as he gulps in air. “fuck, baby,” mingyu whines, hands firm on your hips. 

you lean forward to press your mouth against his ear and rock your hips again, feeling his cock twitch deep inside you. “what would all those girls say if they knew you were here all useless and dumb, hmm?” 

mingyu sounds like he’s on the verge of tears. “i’m sorry,” he pleads, toned stomach tight in anticipation. he looks so pathetic with his eyes all glassy, mouth dropped open, lips pink and swollen. you grind down, the delicious burn of his cock in you squeezing the breath out of your own lungs. mingyu’s moan gets trapped in his throat as you clench around his cock, teasing. prolonging his suffering as long as possible. 

“don’t tell me you’re giving up now?” you sneer, removing your hand from his throat and instead sticking two fingers in his mouth. mingyu moans, eyes fluttering closed. you’ve been riling him up for an hour, barely touching him, and he shakes his head, desperate to please you. 

you lean down to kiss him, open-mouthed and hot, dragging your fingers through his hair until he whimpers again. 

“you love to show off on that stage, hearing all those people scream for you? want the girls to think you’re too good for them?” 

“baby–” mingyu chokes. you silence him with a hand over his mouth, speeding up your hips until you feel a burn in your thighs and a tightness in your core. you lift yourself just enough until just the tip of his cock is in you and slowly sink back down, your breath catching in your throat until he’s bottomed out again. a groan seeps from mingyu’s throat, low and loud.

“fuck, you feel so good, baby,” you sigh, guiding one of mingyu’s hands to your clit as you ride him. your nails bite into his thighs as he touches you, spreading the arousal soaking his thighs all over your pussy. you moan loudly, feeling a rush of pleasure as you near release. 

“s–stop,” you gasp out, grabbing his wrist. your skin buzzes, feeling itchy and restless. mingyu looks destroyed, brow furrowed so tight you’re worried he might actually start crying. the thought sends another thrill through you. relenting, you lean forward until your lips nearly touch and whisper,

“fuck me.” 

mingyu wastes no time, flipping you onto your back. he pushes back into you with ease, stuttering nonsense against your throat about how good you feel, how good you make him feel, please, please, baby–

you know you won’t last long with how deep mingyu’s thrusts are, feeling him already hit that spot inside you over and over. images of him on his knees, begging to taste you come to mind again, sending another white hot bolt of pleasure through your body. mingyu hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, and suddenly all sensations increase tenfold, leaving you breathless.

you fist a handful of mingyu’s dark hair, wrapping your legs tight around his waist and clench around his cock again. mingyu’s hips falter and he swears loudly, fingers woven tight in the sheets by your head.

mingyu lets out a strained moan, “i’m gonna–”

your hand finds the base of his throat again. squeezes lightly. “not until i come first, baby,” you preen, feeling the telltale signs of your own orgasm impending. you cup mingyu’s face in your hands, eyes boring into his, drinking in all the moans and pleas and praises that fall from his lips. 

then mingyu shifts onto his knees, lifting your hips up to fuck into you harder and deeper, pushing the air from your lungs. you slap a hand to his wrist, digging your nails into his skin as he slams into you with desperation. 

“shit, just like that!” you cry out, arching your back off the sheets and into him. mingyu is just barely holding on, hips wavering the longer he staves off his release, voice a strangled mess. suddenly it doesn’t matter to you if you come first because the meanest thing you can do is be nice to mingyu right now; so you push yourself off the sheets and press your lips to his and mutter “i love you so much, baby,” against his mouth and it’s so over for him as mingyu sobs, tips over the edge, and spills his release into you, hot and wet. 

mingyu gasps against your skin, hands gripping you like it’s the last time he’ll get to touch you, face buried into your shoulder. and the sight of the kim mingyu utterly wrecked—still deep inside you—sets your nerves on fire, and you ride him again until you hit your own peak, coming around his cock until you see stars. 

the two of you stay like that for a moment, slowly floating back down to earth. 

you press a kiss to mingyu’s cheek, running your nails gently up and down his back. “you did so good baby, you were so good,” you whisper, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. slowly you lift yourself off of his cock and kiss him again, sweetly. mingyu sighs, chest still heaving. 

“you’re my only girl, you know that?” mingyu murmurs, eyes hazy as he gazes up at you. there’s so much love in his eyes that your heart squeezes in your chest, so tight that for a moment you can’t breathe. in lieu of words, you leave him with one more kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

“you’re damn right i am.” 

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[shuacore]

i feel like the principal from 10 things i hate about you right now writing smut while i'm on this teams call for work LMAOOOO

[seungcheorry]

drunk sex with vernon where he can't stop giggling, ears all red as he tells you he wants you, as he lets your hands explore his body as much as his lips marks your neck.

it's lazy and it's slow, sometimes he even stops to get your hair out of your face, to laugh at something stupid. vernon knows it will take longer to get both of you there, but he's not in a rush.

it's cute and it's full of silly love, you know? how he kisses your skin and smiles whenever you giggle because his breath tickled you; or how he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, delighting himself in the way you whine for him or how your body warms his own with your legs around his waist.

vernon loves you. oh, he so dearly loves you - and he claims that as you both share the same breath, shaking in each other's arms.

a/n: can you tell i'm a bit drunk too?

[shuacore]

kissing a bruise (m)

vernon x gn!reader 2.1k tags: implied f2l, swearing, fluff, making out, handjobs (m receiving)

you’re awoken by a loud crash and the sound of books (and maybe a body) falling to the floor.

“ow! shit!”

groggy, you shuffle into the living room to see vernon clutching his elbow, face twisted in pain. you frown, blinking sleep out of your eyes and step closer.

vernon groans, holding his head. “sorry… didn’t mean to wake you.”

“it’s two in the morning,” you stifle a yawn and crouch down next to him. “what could you possibly be doing?”

vernon pinches his face as he peers at his arm, eyes watering. “i just wanted to grab a book from the shelf but my foot slipped and i fell into the corner of the table.”

“from the top shelf? that you can’t reach?”

“aish… stop, i feel stupid enough already,” vernon pouts, hand pressed to his wounded arm. gently you peel his fingers away to see a new gash above his elbow, red and raw.

“i think it’s broken,” vernon whines, and you shake your head.

“vernon, it’s not even bleeding,” you snort. vernon is a total puss when it comes to pain. you sigh, dropping his arm and look around. “ok, fine, hang on.”

the wound isn’t serious enough to warrant true first aid, but you grab the kit anyway to assuage vernon’s ego. he hisses as you press a clean cloth to the cut.

“hey! ow–be careful, man!”

“you’re such a baby,” you tease without venom. vernon sighs and says nothing. (he’s pouting.) after wrapping his arm with gauze, you give vernon’s dressing a once over and nod in satisfaction.

“alright, come here. let’s get a look at you,” you say, tucking your feet under you.

you take vernon’s face in your hands, eyes skipping over the familiar scars and freckles for anything astray, gently brushing his fringe away from his forehead. lo and behold, you find a small cut just near his temple.

“oh dear. nurse, i think we’ve found the root of the problem,” you chide and vernon tries to kick your hip with one of his feet.

first is cleaning, then dressing. while your hands are busy, you peer up at vernon from under your lashes and smile gently. his side profile is pulled into a pout, his brow pinched. you’ve always been so jealous of his eyelashes, how they soften his eyes and the sharp planes of his face. his lips are parted, chapped as always. the mole under his lip stares back at you.

vernon coughs. you realize you’ve been staring and clear your throat, readjusting your hold on the cotton ball.

“stop moving,” you scold, as vernon fidgets. he tries in vain to suppress a smile on his lips.

down in the depths of the kit, you manage to find a tiny bandaid and take great care in placing it on vernon’s temple, cupping his other cheek in order to press it lightly around the edges. your fingers linger in the dark strands around his ears as your thumb skirts over the bandage. you feel his breath on your forearm. he smells like laundry detergent. and vanilla.

and maybe it’s because nothing smart ever happens at two in the morning, but just for good measure you lean in and press your lips to the bandaid, right over his new injury.

vernon freezes.

oh.

your heart stutters in your chest and you jump away like you’ve been burned. heat rushes to your face.

“i–i don’t–“ you stutter, scooting backwards. “sorry. that was weird.”

“what was that for?” vernon’s asks, voice hushed. his eyes are blown wide, an unfamiliar look flickering at the edges. your stomach flops over itself and you jump to your feet, almost knocking over a cup on the coffee table.

“sorry, i didn’t–”

“hey,” vernon blurts out, clumsily getting to his feet, too. his cheeks are dusted pink. “it’s fine. we’re good.”

you hide your face behind your hands and turn away, heat traveling up the back of your neck to your ears. fuuuuuuuuck.

“sorry that was so stupid, um–“

“hey,” vernon urges, hand reaching out to snag your arm. your heart seizes in your chest. his eyes search your face, imploring. “what’s happening? what’s going on?”

you raise an eyebrow. “sorry–“

vernon frowns. “stop saying sorry.”

“s–“ you swallow your words. and then take a breath. vernon’s eyes are burning a hole through the side of your face but you can’t look at him. you’re afraid of what you’ll see.

“will you just look at me?”

ha! fuck.

you take another breath and force your neck to turn, suddenly engulfed by an ocean of deep brown, wise beyond their years, deeply familiar. vernon smiles–the same boyish grin he always gives when you’re spiraling out of control.

“hi,” vernon murmurs and takes a step forward.

“hi,” you whisper. your exhale ruffles the hair on his forehead. you’re practically nose to nose with him. “sorry.”

vernon rolls his eyes. “dude, it’s not a big deal. i’m just surprised.”

somehow you find your voice among the trepidation. “you just looked so…”

“yeah?” he says. his fingers slide from your elbow to your wrist. his thumb presses against the pulse point. all you can do is stare in disbelief. this was not how you expected him to respond. “so…what?”

“vern…”

“don’t do that,” vernon whispers, close enough to see the flecks of gold around his pupils, flashing in the lamplight. he leans forward. his nose bumps against your cheek. your heart stutters in your chest. the lamplight throws his face into stark relief: high cheekbones, angled jawline, a gently sloped nose.

he pauses when you don’t back away. vernon’s eyes are wide, uncertain; you see your own nerves reflected in them. you cup his cheek with your free hand, thumb skirting over the same acne scars you noticed earlier and his eyelashes flutter with every touch.

vernon’s eyes flick down to your lips, breath shallow. you wish you could swallow but your throat has gone completely dry. he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and wavers, eyes flicking back to yours before his thumb swipes at the corner of your mouth. it’s a little bit mean of him considering he still has his other thumb pressed against your pulse and can feel every jump of your heart rate. he must be thinking the same thing because he grins. you’ve never breathed so little in your life.

vernon leans in—just another breath away from closing the chasm between you—when he hesitates. your heart sinks to your stomach as he begins to pull back. just as you feel like you’re about to short-circuit, vernon surges forward, cupping your face in both hands, and brings your mouths together.

you gasp, lips falling open as he tilts your head back, leaning into you so deeply you think you’ll fall apart right here. his lips are so dry—he’s never been one to use chapstick even though you keep nagging him to—and a little clumsy, but you can’t even get yourself to care. you would let vernon consume you whole if it meant he would keep holding you like this. one of his hands creeps through your tangled hair to grip the back of your head. every inch of your skin feels like it’s alive with electric current.

vernon pulls away much too early for your liking, a small whine escaping from your throat. his brow is furrowed.

“are you sure?” vernon whispers, voice cracking. you hold back a groan. now is not the fucking time.

“god, shut up,” you say, pulling him closer by the front of his shirt, swallowing his trepidation and your last shred of self-control all in one. all of the times you’ve fantasized about kissing your best friend hardly compare to the real thing, feeling vernon give and take under you as you knot your fingers in his hair, slipping your tongue into his mouth. he moans, hands finding their way to your ass, pulling you into his lap. there’s so much spit it might be gross, but everyone knows nothing good ever happens at two in the morning, and all you know is the burn where your heart sits in your chest. you scrape your nails against his scalp and sigh into his mouth, feeling his fingers dig into your thighs.

“you taste so good,” vernon moans. you tug on his hair, just enough to look at him; at his pupils all blown-out and dark, at the spit smeared across his bottom lip, at his brow still furrowed. you tug on his bottom lip, your thumb just barely catching on his teeth and kiss him again, your hand circling his throat. his palms slide up and down your hips and thighs. but it isn’t until you feel him hard against your thigh that you freeze.

you pull back again, eyebrows raised. vernon’s face is flushed, red all the way down his neck. he averts his eyes. his hands are searing hot against your bare skin.

“excited to see me?” you ask, biting back a grin. it’s an innocent enough question. just for good measure you shift in his lap, grinding down ever so slightly. vernon swallows a groan as his jaw clenches. nervously, he flicks his eyes back to you and jerks his head—yes.

where this bravado came from, you’ll never know. but you don’t question it as you spit in your hand and slip under the waistband of vernon’s sweatpants and his calvins, feeling the weight of his cock against your palm.

your eyes never leave his face as your wrap your fingers around his shaft, practically moaning with him as he drops his head back. with your free hand you bring your mouths back together, teeth sinking into vernon’s bottom lip as you twist your palm around his cock, drinking in the strangled sounds coming from his mouth. his nails bite into your thighs as you drag your thumb over the head of his cock, teasing. he swallows another moan.

“i wanna hear you,” you whisper against his cheek, pressing a kiss there as you speed up the strokes of your other hand. vernon’s breaths come in short pants, his stomach tightening the closer he gets to release. “for me,” you add on, biting at a spot right under his jaw.

“oh, god, baby” vernon curses, and the pet name runs straight through you, “don’t stop.” his voice has gone weak, hips jerking as he throws his head back in pleasure. your hand is slick with pre cum and spit, and you smile against his cheek again as he lets out one last desperate groan and comes loudly, hot and wet all over your hand.

your chest heaves as vernon buries his face in your neck, eyes squeezed shut as he comes back down to earth.

“good boy,” you murmur, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth before slipping your hands from his pants. vernon just sighs, bone deep.

“what just happened?” he rasps.

“i believe,” you tease, “we just made out and i gave you a handjob.”

vernon scrunches his nose. “wow…. romantic.”

you laugh and slide off of his lap, about to get to your feet when vernon pulls you back. he loops an arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“vern, i have to wash my hand,” you whine. “but i will be right back, okay? promise.” he lets you go only after pinky promising and you shuffle down the hall to the bathroom.

as you wash your hands you stare at your reflection in the mirror. who are you? what the fuck just happened??? your knees feel weak as you stumble back to the living room. vernon is right where you left him on the floor, looking distinctly hazy and a little fucked out. you smile to yourself, kneeling to straddle him again. his hands find their way to your waist like it was second nature.

“thank you, nurse,” vernon teases against your throat, pressing one last kiss to your pulse point, and you groan, tipping your head against his shoulder. “i feel so much better now.”

“you’re lucky if this happens again,” you say, ignoring the way his fingers play with the hem of your shirt. “this can’t be a thing.”

vernon grins as one of his hands slips under your shirt. you feel a new rush of heat to your stomach.

“who says?”

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a/n: i swear this started off as a little thought abt kissing a bruise and then it turned into….this… IDK !!! SUE ME !!!! i want him……..

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[seungcheorry]

“did you know…”, you begin, tracing vernon’s neck as he hums in delight.

“know what?”, the vibration of his throat reaches your lips.

“they say that your moles mark the places your soulmate liked kissing you in your past life”, your words come out calmly, even though your heart is beating loudly inside your chest.

vernon chuckles, firmly wrapping an arm around your waist in a silent plea of ‘please, don’t stop’.

“that’s kinda cute.”

“it is”, you nod, breathing in his scent. “and i think it’s true, that would explain why you have so many moles on your neck.”

“do i?”

vernon pulls back a little, just enough to look you in the eyes. he tries not to focus on how red and plump your lips are right now.

“you do. one on the left side, one on the right side, and one on the back”, you say with a little smile, like you had his body memorized by now - which you did.

he smiles softly. “and you’re the one who did it?”

“i mean…”, you bite back a smug smile. “who else could have loved your neck in the past life as much as i do today?”

“no one”, he says in a heartbeat. “plus, you only have one soulmate.”

you lean forward to peck his lips, humming when he deepens the kiss.

“and that’s me?”, you whisper against his lips.

vernon laughs. his eyes are closed, and you melt in the way his thumb is caressing the skin of your waist underneath your shirt.

“you said it yourself”, he whispers back. “who else could it be?”

a/n: i am just a girl with a heavy crush on her bias, pls forgive me.

[trashy-greyjoy]

sometimes, it's not so much about the romance as it is about the devotion. the adoration.

[minkwan]

MINGYU for Calvin Klein

[shuacore]

seventeeners' random habits <3

not sure where these came from but ye! not all really nervous habits but maybe... personal habits? quirks? idk (sfw)

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seungcheol — clenching his jaw.

seungcheol never really gets angry, but he is incredibly impatient. his temper flares easily, whether it’s over stupid drivers or not having the right ingredient to make dinner in the fridge. quick to appear, quick to fade. even if he’s not irritated anymore, seungcheol will hold his tension in his jaw, clenching his teeth so hard you’re worried he’ll do permanent damage. when you catch him with his mouth shut tight, you’ll swipe a finger under his chin–just a little touch–that breaks his concentration. his eyes will widen when he realizes how tense he’s been, and as soon as he releases his jaw you see the tension melt from the rest of his body.

jeonghan — too blunt.

he considers himself to be an honest guy, but sometimes he’s a little too honest. you’ve gotten used to the way he offers his opinions–never with ill-intent, but often straight to the point and without padding—but others usually aren’t. when he’s talking to a friend about their problems, sometimes he’ll run a message by you before sending it. he wants to be transparent all the time, but that doesn’t mean he can’t sugar coat the truth every now and then.

joshua — adjusting his clothing.

joshua cares a lot about his appearance—maybe to a fault. he has a smooth, easy demeanor out in public, but you can tell he’s nervous when his fingers fiddle with the hem of his shirt or when he tries to pull it down every few seconds. readjusting his necklaces, running his fingers through his hair to make sure it lays the way it should. but joshua always looks great, so when he seems extra nervous you slide your hand down his spine to rest at the small of his back. he finds it reassuring and uses it as a reminder to just take a breath. 

jun — rambling.

jun isn’t very good at keeping quiet space. he doesn’t do it to be rude or annoying, he just has a lot to say and he likes to share with you. while it took a little getting used to, jun also brought more curiosity out of you. if you look like you’re in the middle of something he’ll ask if it’s a good time (even though sometimes he’ll still barge into your office and start talking anyway), but regardless, you’ve gotten used to the mindless chatter in the background. all jun needs every now and then is a nod to know you’re listening. 

wonwoo — jiggling his leg.

he doesn’t even realize when he’s doing it anymore. wonwoo has a lot of nervous energy, especially when he gets put in unfamiliar settings, like the first time he met your parents or when he’s meeting your coworkers. he’ll bounce his right leg so fast even while in conversation with your dinner guests or while listening intently to something your father says. you can feel the vibrations through the floor and will give him a small smile while resting your palm on his knee. it’s just a tick for him, but he knows it makes you nervous sometimes so he makes a conscious effort to reel it in as often as possible.

jihoon — insomniac.

jihoon has on and off periods of insomnia. you try to help lessen the severity by going to bed around the same time as him, and getting ready for work as quiet in the mornings as possibly so as not to wake him. over the years you’ve gotten better about recognizing potential aggravators, like lights shining through windows or noisy streets. you make an effort to keep his favorite tea stocked in the cupboards and the room as dark as possible. he appreciates all the effort, especially the nights you stay up with him despite his protests that you go back to sleep. even if you end up falling asleep on him anyway, jihoon is grateful you’re willing to try.

soonyoung — frowning.

like seungcheol, soonyoung is an intense guy. everything is all or nothing, and sometimes the expectation of perfection leaves a lot of tension in his body. more often than not his face is frozen in a frown, brow furrowed deeply. he’s not angry—sometimes he’s just concentrating. when he’s been stuck in Work Mode for too long, you’ll take your thumb and smooth it over the spot in between his eyebrows. soonyoung will smile sheepishly when he realizes he’s been glaring at the tv screen. “see? that’s better,” you’ll say as his face finally relaxes.

minghao — gets lost in thought easily.

minghao is a deep thinker and someone of few words. the times he really opens up are late at night, when the stars have blossomed and the two of you are heavy with wine and sleep. he loves to discuss huge topics about morality and relativity and history, and more often than not gets caught in his head before his mouth has a chance to catch up. usually he stops talking, voice trailing off as he works through whatever big idea is growing in his head. typically you let him work it out in his own time, or you’ll catch his attention by brushing your thumb across the back of his hand. minghao just has so many ideas sometimes he needs someone to bring him back to earth.

mingyu — picking at his skin.

mingyu is generally fidgety, but when he gets nervous his fingers find their way to his skin—his face, his arms, his hands, his knees. you have a facial expression reserved for silently telling him to stop picking. sometimes he picks his skin until he bleeds and doesn’t even realize it. on bad days the only solution is to patch him up after. you keep bandaids with silly cartoon characters on them under your bathroom sink where you can access them easily. mingyu is trying to be more mindful of when he does it, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t also love the way you press kisses to all of his injuries, too.

seokmin — humming.

for someone as musical as him, asking seokmin not to sing is like asking him not to breathe. usually it’s a lovely soundtrack as you do your daily tasks: a commercial jingle he heard on the TV as you brush your teeth and get dressed, his favorite song as you walk to the nearby grocery store, whatever’s on the radio as you make dinner. it can be a little much, however, if you’re trying to read or need to focus on a deadline for work. in those moments, seokmin is gracious enough to stay out of your way so as not to disturb you. he really tries to be quiet but it doesn’t always stick.

seungkwan — tapping.

his fingers are always moving. tapping on his knee, cracking his knuckles, scratching at the back of his neck. seungkwan always has so much energy and you have no idea where he gets it all. if he has to sit still for a while or concentrate on something, he needs to keep his fingers busy at the least. if you’re in public you’ll offer your palm for him to tap on or your leg. he likes to play with your fingers or tap patterns into the soft skin of your thigh while he talks about something else entirely. it’s a win for everyone.

vernon — nail biting.

when he’s trying to concentrate, when he’s anxious, even when he’s not thinking about anything at all, vernon bites his nails. most of the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it and he’ll look at you in surprise when you point it out. you’ve tried the gross-tasting nail polish or keeping his nails clipped short, but neither worked for very long. the two of you have found the best method every time you catch him doing it is to gently tug his hand from his mouth, intertwining your fingers instead.

chan — terrible short-term memory.

he doesn’t forget things out of spite or for lack of effort, he just has a horrible memory. you’ve gotten into the habit of leaving notes around the house on bright blue post-it notes you know he can’t miss. you send him addresses to places before he has to leave because you know he’ll forget them. chan knows how exhausting it can be to constantly keep him in check, so he takes extra care to pick up on chores around the house he knows you hate. he might forget he has a dentist appointment tomorrow at 3, but if you forget to empty the dishwasher after a long day at work—fear not, lee chan has already done it.

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lol! if anyone has any other ideas for a series of headcanons... pls send them my way i am craving more practice <3

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dear wonshua 🤍