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maxsix · 9 months
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So. I’ve been in kpop since I was an actual CHILD and consider myself a self proclaimed authority on Vocal Excellence. AS SUCH, the EXO: Killing Voice video is Thee Tippy Toppest example of Vocal Excellence. It’s the Mount Everest of Kpop Vocals. There is NO room for criticisms. No group has been this consistent for this long. 
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not-xpr-art · 9 months
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EXO - Cream Soda fanart ~
A surrealist inspired amalgamated group portrait done in colouring pencils and outlined in pen
(07/2023)
taking the 'exo we are one' to the next level because i couldn't be bothered to do a whole series inspired by their recent album lol (which i LOVE btw)
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blacky-nikki-art · 1 year
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I'm just looking for a little warmth
Too much sugar, too much sugar...
I like this one. The colors look pretty good to me. I'm glad I was able to use more vivid and warm colors with blue shadows and lights.
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purestdevout · 3 months
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my baby, has a baby, but it’s not me.
it’s an ak-47 semi automatic gun
and he loves it more than he loves me
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britneyshakespeare · 11 months
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A Mr. Darcy-type romantic lead is hard to write well, and Pride and Prejudice doesn't just remain popular because it's an unlikely love story, but because Jane Austen with her characterizations and the sequence of events still managed to make it convincing. But when you find a piece of media where the man our heroine is supposed to pine for is just rude, cold, and standoffish to her, without the hinted complexity... it's like, oh, wow. A mean little man you've got there. I'm so impressed. If only men were like this in real life, right? Just say "insolent nerd," I swoon.
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Please vote & rb so we can find the most loved korean company among kpop fans!!
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excessexorcism · 4 months
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Item #39
Cheap earrings. :<
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This turned out to be a letdown. These are the Door Knocker Drop Earrings by Universal Thread from Target. I was influenced by my friend who is always wearing fun, quirky earrings. She wasn't there or anything, but lately I've been thinking "I want to be a fun earring girlie too." My gut was advising me to stick with local vendors from festival booths and shops for a curated, unique collection. However, when I spotted these at Target for $7.99, I thought, "why not"? Unfortunately, they only lasted one wear before one of them broke I'm thoroughly annoyed. Despite feeling flimsy during my store examination, I didn't heed my gut feeling.
Moreover, I seriously need to kick the habit of buying things on a whim, especially when I'm not supporting individual or local artists and vendors. The truth is, I don't need more stuff, and I want to be more deliberate with my purchases. However, in those fleeting moments, like when I'm in the middle of buying cat food and spot something cute, I forget and just go for it.
Verdict: Total fail. These earrings weren't that expensive, but they broke after minimal wear. At $7.99, which is cheaper than many earrings from local vendors, I still catch myself saying, post-purchase, "I'd rather have the $8.00."
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noonachronicles · 2 years
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PROTECT THIS MAN AT ALL COSTS.
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tattooyeol · 2 years
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Ok I'm looking at the list now and they RANKED FOR LIFE AS NUMBER 93 out of 110?? Brainworms
What is love and don't fight the feeling were done supremely dirty.
This author hates the ex'act album ig. What's it like to be this wrong
I am furious over the placement of power, the eve and MONSTER????
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dmumt · 3 months
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found a 3am notes app entry from the other day where i assigned exo members to iasip characters why did i say jongdae was artemis helpppp
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goopeculiar · 1 year
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blinded by the light chanyeol/jongin, NC-17, 25514 words. Chanyeol looked down at the photo in the folder Jongdae handed him. Kai was dressed in a loose, nearly see-through red silk top, smirking at the camera like a modern day Mona Lisa—as if Chanyeol wouldn’t know what his face looks like. As if Chanyeol wouldn’t recognize the man who’s been at the center of nearly every single one of his poorly scripted fantasies for the last three years. International supermodel. Brand ambassador. GUCCI. KIM KAI. “This guy,” Chanyeol said, and he could feel his mouth dry. “Don’t mess it up,” Jongdae replied, oblivious to Chanyeol’s inner turmoil. Chanyeol heard the ‘it would be bad for business’, in the implied.
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kiwikiwikiwiii · 2 years
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my unpopular kpop opinion is that the chinese versions of exo songs always beat the korean versions' ass
野性的 > 촉이 와 any day of the week
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marlynnofmany · 9 months
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Just a Rock
For all the time I’ve spent traveling through space, I haven’t spend much of it actually out in space. It’s unsettling. Inside the ship, I can forget how close the airless void is, how small our precious bubble of air. But outside, everything is black like some vast creature ate all the color in the universe first, then the air, and is now hungering for life forms too.
Sometimes those distant stars look like teeth.
These are the thoughts that tend to pop up when I’m in my exo suit, hoping that my thruster pack doesn’t run out of fuel before I make it back to the ship. But then an empty pack of chips will float by my visor, and I can refocus on business.
That’s how it happened today, at any rate. (And yes, “day” is a silly concept in the blackness of space.) We’d made a detour to see if we could pick up some extra funds by gathering salvage from a museum ship that had gone kablooey, but so far all we were finding was trash.
Paint jetted past in her own exo suit, upside-down to my frame of reference, then stopped to pull apart a jumble of carpet fragments. “They really did clear out the good stuff already,” she said over the radio. She swatted aside a drink cup with her tail, looking like a little space-suited dinosaur, a thought that kept me entertained for a good few seconds.
Captain Sunlight’s voice said, “Keep an eye out for scrap metal. That may already be gone too, but it’s worth a shot.” She was somewhere else in the drifting junk pile, or maybe back near the ship; I couldn’t tell. There was too much stuff in the way. This was a mildly alarming thought — out of sight meant out of safety — but I caught a glimpse of the Frillian twins posted as safety guards at the edge of the cloud, and my heartbeat settled a bit.
“Do you think anyone will buy some mildly used carpet?” Paint asked the captain. “It’s only in several pieces.”
“Let’s go with ‘no.’”
“What about some very exotic — what is this — napkins? Made with authentic Earth wood fibers!”
I looked over at that. “How can you tell?”
“Oh, I have no idea,” Paint said. She held up half of a wall placard. “But this is from the Earth exhibit, so maybe the napkins are too.”
I looked around at the trash in a new light. “Man, it’s a pity we weren’t here for any of the good stuff.”
“Yeah, and all these food packages are empty! We can’t even get you a slightly exploded taste of home!”
I waved my hand through a cluster of soda bottles. “I appreciate the thought.”
Paint jetted over to a different pile of whatever. “Hey, do you think any of this food trash was actually an exhibit? Packaging from olden days?”
“Uh, maybe,” I said. “Probably not. That’s not the sort of thing I’d expect on a multi-species museum ship. A janky little humans-only one, maybe. But even then, most people aren’t going to care.”
Something clunked against the back of my helmet. I hate that. Nothing like a reminder that I can’t see behind me like some species can. I toggled the jets to rotate in place, so I could find the offending object.
It was a rock.
“What’s this doing here?” I asked, closing a gloved hand around it and bringing it in for a closer look.
“What’d you find?” Paint asked, sticking out sideways from behind a twisted bench.
“A rock.”
“A meteorite rock?” she asked. “Oh hey, do you think it pierced the hull?”
“No, it doesn’t look like a space rock,” I said, turning the small gray-and-white lump over. It was mostly smooth, with a divot that would have fit a fingertip if I hadn’t been wearing the gloves. “Weird. I wonder if it was part of some Neolithic exhibit or something.”
“Can I see?” Paint jetted over to park herself in roughly the same orientation as me. She was very good with that jetpack.
I showed her the rock. “It doesn’t look like any gemstone I know. Maybe some kid had it in their pocket, then threw it away.”
Paint cocked her head. “Is that normal, for your young to carry rocks around?”
“Sure. You never picked up something you thought was neat as a kid?”
“Not a rock,” Paint said with exaggerated disdain. “A sweet-smelling seednut or herb, absolutely.”
“But look: it’s even got a little finger groove,” I pointed out. “You could stick it in a pocket and rub it for luck.”
“Could you?”
I smiled. “You could. You probably wouldn’t, but��”
“Why?”
I looked at the rock again, already fond of it. “I get the feeling that I couldn’t explain this to a point where you’d agree.”
Paint shrugged. “Probably not. But hey, we found you a souvenir after all. From probably the Earth section of whatever museum this is.” She grabbed a handful of colorful pamphlets drifting by. “The ‘Galaxy in a Bottle Museum Tour Ship.’ Who named that?”
My smile turned into a wide grin. “Humans.”
Paint grumbled about the unflattering comparison of an elite starship to a simple bottle. When she moved to toss the pamphlets away, I held out a hand.
“What’s that white one?” I asked. “It looks like a display sign.”
Paint flipped over the stack and separated the one I meant. “You’re right. Hey, it’s about a rock!”
I reached out a grabby hand. “Gimme.”
She passed it over. “Is it that rock?”
I read the title, then was gut-punched by familiarity. I’d heard about this. “Yes,” I managed, skimming the rest of the sign and holding the rock close. “This is Bethan’s Rock.”
“What?”
I fumbled to explain. “Ages ago, a kid visited a museum — a human kid — and learned what museums were for, then offered her favorite rock as a donation, so other people could appreciate it too.”
Paint cocked her head in the other direction. “And they took it?”
“Yes!” I must have looked a little wild at this point, but I didn’t care. “The adults agreed that it was a fine thing to donate, not to mention adorable, and the only one of its kind that I’ve ever heard of. More museums should house the occasional favorite rock, though I suppose they wouldn’t be as special if they did.”
“So just to clarify,” Paint said. “There isn’t anything valuable about this rock, except that one of your youths decided there was. And all the adults played along.”
I smiled down at it, careful not to let it drift away. “It’s the most precious non-precious stone I’ve ever seen.”
Paint stared for a moment. “It’s not even one of those shiny ones you like.”
I laughed. “I know!”
The captain called us back in at that point, having found one decent chunk of metal among the mountains of trash. We had a schedule to keep.
I folded the sign and tucked it into my suit pocket, but held the rock tight in my fist as I jetted toward the ship, working the controls with one hand. I was already thinking of the safest place in my quarters to keep it until we got ahold of the proper Earth museum authorities. Other humans would want to see Bethan’s Rock, after all, but it would be my honor to watch over it until they could.
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(Inspired by this post. Long live Bethan’s Rock.)
These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character of this book. More to come!
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nirvanawrites111 · 10 months
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Say You Love Me (Sub!Jongin x AFAB!Reader)
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Word Count: 3727
Pairing: Kim Jongin x Afab!Reader
Genre AU: Male Stripper AU
Summary: Y/n runs No Manners male revue club and is recently divorced from Kim Jongin. But, needs a huge favor so that Y/n doesn't lose money and customers. No pronouns are used but Y/N is afab.
other characters mentioned: Ten, Taemin, Jun, Choi Minho, Leo
Warnings: Smut, sub!Jongin, Stripper club universe, pegging, strong language, oral sex (both rec), cum eating, degradation during sex. Calls Jongin a whore. Also... Jongin calls Y/N Daddy!, fingers (both rec)
Mentions of being with Ten Lee and Taemin. This chapter is just Y/n and Jongin together.
MINORS PLS DO NOT INTERACT. Ty so much!!!
A/n: Not sure if Y/n will have intimate scenes with everyone just yet. But I had to release this part because the sub!Jongin community is pretty dry and I need it for my mental health and clear skin.
Okay, I'm rambling.. also I'm obsessed with LET ME IN by Exo. It's been on repeat since Monday. I even play the slowed version. THE VOCALSSS.
If you enjoy my work please reblog it. I appreciate it!
SMUT BELOW THE CUT
"Where the fuck is Lee Taemin?!" You scream. You swallow hard, and your throat is raw. You walk around the lockers trying to find your main attraction for tonight. 
He knows how vital that headliner spot is. People come from far distances to see him perform.
The last thing you need is to deal with disgruntled customers tonight. 
You see Ten walk past you in a fishnet bodysuit covered in body glitter, and you grab his arm. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"
Ten turns around with his other hand still gripping the sizeable clear trash bag of dollar bills. "Umm, I'm going to count my money in your office. What's up?" His hisses. 
"Where the fuck is your friend, Taemin?" You ask. 
"Umm.." Ten avoids eye contact and looks down at the floor. "I have no idea."
You step closer to him and are less than an inch away from him. "Look at me, Ten."
His eye contact connects with yours, and he stares at you. "Yes?"
"Where is Taemin?"
"In the parking lot with Jimin."
"Thank you, baby," you pull him closer and kiss him.
You let it linger for a bit, and then you pull away. You head out of the locker room's back door and search the parking lot for the infamous pink Lamborghini. 
You see it in the back of the parking lot and race over to the car with your heels clicking against the pavement. 
You find yourself at the passenger side window and knock on it. Taemin jumps, and grabs his chest. 
"Roll down the window, drama queen!" you yell. You want to yank him out of the car because he has been MIA for the last few hours.
Not to mention he's still in his regular clothes, and his set is coming up soon. 
"Heyyy! Y/n," Taemin greets you. 
The marijuana smoke hits your face before he can say anything else. Both of their eyes are bloodshot red, and you are irritated, to say the least. 
"Get out of the car. You're late for work!" 
Taemin fumbles with the door, and Jimin starts laughing. 
"You look nice. Y/n. Are you hiring by chance?" Jimin asks.
"Fuck, no," you spit. 
You grab Taemin's hand as he gets out of the car. 
"What's up, baby?" Taemin replies. 
 "Don't baby me! I put you on as a solo headliner for tonight and you're literally blowing it. You know I don't let you anyone go up there high or drunk."
"I know. I know. I'm not high though. I was just talking with Jimin about doing some music. He has a producer friend that can get our songs on the radio," Taemin explains. 
"Taemin, I can't let you go on stage like this. Go home."
"What?" Taemin glares at me with glossy eyes. 
"You heard me the first time. You can't come to work like this. It's the rules."
"No, c'mon this night is important."
"I can't give you special treatment just cause we're fucking. You gotta go home."
You sigh in disappointment. You wanted so much more for him. He'd worked so hard to get to that top spot. He was just as much of a crowd favorite as Kai.
Kai's departure was so unexpected. You were left scrambling to replace him.
But, that's when Taemin stepped up to the plate, and helped boost the club back to where it was when Kai was the headliner. 
"Y/n, please. C'mon."
"I said what I said."
You walk away from Taemin because you might say something you regret or can't take back if you say anything else.
You reach into your back pocket. Your hand is shaky as you stare down at your iPhone in your palm. You pull up your phone and dial your ex-husband's number. 
"Hello?"
"Jongin." 
You take a deep breath and almost hang up the phone.
But you're desperate and don't want to disappoint your customers. Especially since tonight is a packed house. 
"Yes?"
"I need a huge favor. Can you perform tonight as the headliner?"
"Y/n, you haven't talked to me in months and now you need me. Sounds like you're in a tough spot. Where's Taemin?"
"I had to send him home." You grab your keyring off your hip and open the back door. You close it behind you. 
"I'll be there in five. But, you owe me, Y/n."
"Yeah. Yeah. Thank you! Jongin."
You know you won't hear the last of it from everybody, but you are the owner of No Manners. You have to do what's best for business and put all personal feelings aside. 
You walk into your office and see Ten counting his money and clipping it together in stacks. 
"Thanks for telling me about Taemin."
"I told him to come in for work, but he doesn't listen."
"He knew how important tonight is for the club. I don't get why he would do that."
"Me either."
"But, Jongin is performing tonight."
“Jongin… Kim Jongin? Here at No Manners?”
"Yeah, he was my last choice. You already did your set tonight. I couldn't make you do a double."
"You know Taemin is going to be pissed about it."
"I don't care honestly."
"Tonight, is about to be interesting."
"Are you doing the VIP room tonight?"
"No, I'm done for tonight."
"Okay."
Ten glares at the door, and you turn around to see Jongin transformed into his alter-ego. 
Kai. 
Your jaw drops when you see him wearing that one outfit you hand-made for him that he refused to wear. His muscular tone body is even more toned than when you last saw him. 
The tan sheer materials cover his body perfectly, and the rhinestone highlights his manhood but still leaves much to the imagination. 
It looks even better than it did a year ago when you had him first put it on. 
"You look.. stunning, Jongin."
"It's Kai for tonight."
"Right," you snap back to earth and nod. "Did you give the DJ your music."
"Yeah, I'm doing a new routine."
"You still dance?"
"Not in clubs. But, I've been playing around with something. Trust me the crowd will enjoy it."
You look down at your watch. "Alright, well. Let me walk you out."
You head out of the office, and Jongin trails behind you. You are curious about what he's been up to since the divorce was finalized, but you're going to mind your business. 
"That outfit looks perfect on you."
"I know."
You and Jongin stand at the metallic string curtains, and you stare out into the crowd. Jun is wrapping up his set, and his music fades out. 
The DJ starts playing the melody of a beat you have never heard. "We got a special treat for you all tonight. Get your dollar bills out. Hell, bring out your 10s 20s and 100 dollar bills for this special guest, tonight. Everyone rise to your feet for the one and only, Kai."
After the DJ says his name, the crowd erupts into cheers, and Kai struts throughout the crowd. He goes up to a lady coming to the club since you first opened it up. 
Kai works his magic and dances on the customer, and she almost falls over. He catches her, and she screams. People start throwing cash at him. 
One of the younger strippers goes with a trash bag and starts picking up his money for him. 
Kai continues making his runs throughout the crowd and gives a couple lucky people, some special attention. He doesn't care the gender. He doesn't discriminate. 
You are quick to remember why he's always been a crowd favorite. 
Kai finally makes his way onto the stage. You watch him, and he whines his hips to the music, and you can almost get lost in his movement. 
You love the way he connects with the crowd. He always focuses on one person and sucks them into whatever he's doing.
Kai goes over to the pole and swings around it. He climbs to the top and slowly comes down.
 He rises up the pole again and swings around it. He drops down into a split, and he climbs up. The light turns off, and I head to the DJ booth, where the music still plays. 
A few moments pass, and then he's just wearing a rhinestone cover g strip. The crowd cheers even louder, and more people move closer to the stage, throwing money at him. Seeing all that money all over him, he works the pole even harder. 
Your jaw drops when you see your ex-husband in action. He's a natural for this lifestyle and the best to ever do it. 
After his set is over and he heads into his dressing room. The younger stripper walks towards his door with two large trash bags of money. 
You grab the money and knock on the door. "Come in!"
You open the door and place the oversized trash bags on the couch. You glance over to see Jongin cleaning the makeup off his face in front of the vanity. 
"Your set was amazing."
"I know. I’m sure you freaked out about the lights going out."
"Yeah, I thought something was wrong."
"You know I always know what I'm doing. You would have just talked me out of it."
"I know. I appreciate it. The club just isn't the same without you."
"I'm sure. You should let me come back."
"You know Ten and Taemin wouldn't like that."
"You're going to let them affect your business like that?"
"No, but things are calm backstage. You know you're a diva."
"You saw my fucking stage, right?" Jongin glares at you, and his gaze on you is stirring something up in you. 
"I did. You're a headliner. You've always been one. Especially since Choi Minho left. You brought something different."
"The crowd eats it up every single time."
"I know. You were amazing. You didn't miss a beat. How's life post stripper life?" You ask and sit down on the couch next to his vanity. 
"I'd be lying if I said it was easy. Too many people recognize me as a stripper. I honestly needed the money, tonight."
"If you needed help, why didn't you call me?"
Jongin laughs at your question. Why would he ask you for help? He shakes his head and wipes the glitter off his neck. 
"We haven't talked in almost five months. I wanted to put this life behind me. I didn't want to be some washed up stripper."
"You're not a washed-up stripper. You're a talented fucking dancer."
"I know but my resume is seven years an exotic dancer with you as my only reference."
"No one has called my phone. You know I would speak highly of you."
"Well, I haven't gotten any offers."
"Something will come. Listen don't worry about giving me any of the money. Keep it," You reply. 
You stand up, and Jongin stands up in front of you. He towers over you slightly by a few inches. You two are standing looking at each other. 
"I miss you."
The words uttered by Jongin feel personal and envelopes you in a way you can't describe. 
You stare into his eyes and brush his hair back from his face. His usual chocolate locks are an ashy gray hue. His beautiful face sparks something deep inside you.
This is still the Kim Jongin that knows all your deepest secrets. The man who held your hand through building this club. You were there for him when he got into dance school. So much history between the two of you. So much has happened. 
Your chest tightens, and you take a deep breath. The words are caught in his throat. 
"I miss you, too. But, we both know that the divorce was for the best."
"Because I wanted to leave this place and you didn't want to let me go. I wanted to grow past the gaze of desire. I want to be taken seriously."
"I hear you. I knew you leaving the club would affect me financially. I wasn't ready to make that move."
"Well, I will be here for the next month. So, tell your little princess Taemin that his spot is taken."
Jongin slides into his baggy jogging pants and grabs the trash bags.
You know that you need Jongin even though it will cause a rift between the other dancers. You know it's best for business. 
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Jongin sits in his car and stares at the flashing LED light with the club's name, and he sits back in his seat. He wants to drive out of this parking lot and never return. 
But, the way they cheer his name and empty out their pockets for him is something that will have him returning back. 
Jongin arrives at home to his townhome, which is gate operated. He pulls into the front of his house. He grabs his money and heads into his home. He inserts his keys.
He tosses the bags of money at the door. He kicks off his shoes and heads upstairs to take a shower. 
Seeing you was more than emotional. He didn't know how he would respond to you. Nor did he see if he wanted to even talk to you. 
His phone lights up, and he sees a car at his gate. He lifts his phone to see a red Corvette with the top down. He hits the button to open the gate. 
What is it that you want this late? Did you come to say that you no longer need his services?
Jongin heads downstairs and opens the door. He watches you get out of the car and head up the stairs.
Your strapless jean jumpsuit dress hugs your body just right. Your red heels make you a bit taller, but still not taller than him. 
Jongin raises an eyebrow, and you lift your infamous Gucci bag packed with his favorite toys. 
"So, do you want to get fucked out here on your porch or do you want to invite me in?" You ask him. 
"Come in and fuck me."
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You push Jongin against the couch, and he smirks at how you manhandled him.
You would be a fool to not want to fuck him after seeing him perform tonight. Everybody is probably going home to masturbate after the performance Jongin delivered tonight. 
"Jongin, my pretty boy." You lean forward and sit down on his lap cowgirl style. You whisper against his ear and nibble as you feel him rise underneath you. 
"I'm yours?" Jongin breathes out. 
"For tonight, yes." You reply. You run your red fingernails down the center of his chest. "Can I taste you? Ya know to reward you for doing such a great job tonight."
"Of course, mistress," Jongin moans. 
The aura of this man is so powerful, yet in your presence, this beauty is so submissive to you. No one would ever believe it if you told them. But, you wouldn't care. 
You move down his waist and get down onto the floor. Your knees dig into the soft light carpet supporting you. You reach up to help me get out of those sweaters. His dick springs to action because he isn't wearing any underwear.  
"Damn, you're always so hard for me," you whisper, tracing your fingers along his length.
"Fuck, I've missed you, daddy."
Jongin loves to call you different things whenever you two are intimate, but daddy is the one thing you love the most. He's the only guy to ever do it. 
"Mmm… I haven't heard that name in months." You grab his dick and swirl your tongue around the head. Your core tingles, and you work your mouth up and down on him. 
"Please.." Jongin emits a moan, and it makes your heart flutter.
This was your favorite way to see the real Jongin. With his legs spread for you and moaning and panting. You haven't even really got into it, and already you are bringing him close to his release. 
"Please? What? You like it? Or you want me to stop?" You taunt him. 
"No, please keep going. I'm not going to last," he whimpers. 
Of course, he's not. He always reacts to you so well. You love that about him. It doesn't take a lot for him to come. He's been like this since you two first fucked. 
"You know other people might not like how easily you cum, but I'm honored how fast I can make you come."
"I know.. I'm only like this with you."
You stop and sit up on your knees. You watch his eyes spring open, and he looks down at you. "Why'd you stop?"
"You need to work for that nut, sir." 
You lie back against the carpet with your legs open. Showing him you’re pretty pussy without any underwear.
You want to taste his nut on your tongue, but you want to make him work for it. You know he's always up for a challenge. 
"Eat me until I come, Nini."
Jongin doesn't hesitate, moves down on the floor, and holds onto your legs as his tongue probes your sensitive region. You can feel the heat building inside you as Jongin's skilled tongue works its magic. You moan and writhe under his touch. 
One thing about him is he knows how to please you and will do all he can to ensure you know it.
His tongue explores your slit, and he catches your juices dripping down because of how turned on you are from hearing him moan for you. 
You could get off just from hearing him moan. You have in the past, recorded the audio of two of you having sex and used it for your personal time when you were alone.
Jongin sticks a finger inside you, and your body reacts to him quickly. He pulls it out and sucks it on his finger. You love the sight of seeing feast on you. 
He pushes two fingers inside of you and does the same thing again. "I've missed your sweet taste. Nobody taste like you."
Jongin leans down and kisses your pussy. His soft lips against yours make your body jolt. He is getting lost in pleasing you. Everything he does feels so good.
You can feel the heat building up inside you as Jongin continues exploring your body with his fingers. You moan softly, lost in the pleasure he is giving you. His kisses are gentle and loving, making you feel cherished and desired.
Jongin kisses on your pearl while he fingers you. You ride his fingers until you squirt all over them. He sucks your juices off his fingers. Jongin moves down and replaces his tongue where his fingers were to slurp out the rest of your release. You grab the back of his head while he sucks the soul of your body. 
"Fuck, Jongin!" You cry out and continue to ride the wave of your orgasm. It feels too good, and now you're sensitive to the touch. You push him off of you. 
Jongin lies next to you and you get down to his dick. You are on the right side of him and sucking him faster than before.
No one has eaten your pussy like that since you were last with him, so you know he's earned the right to come. 
You stick your finger in your dripping pussy to wet your finger. You stick it into his ass. He's always liked it, especially when you give him head. 
"Shit.. you know I love when you do that, daddy, please," Jongin whines. 
Just like that, he comes so hard in your mouth, and you swallow it. You love the taste of him. You climb on top of him. 
"Tonight is just an one time, thing, okay? If you're going to be at the club for a month. I don't want us to mess around. Cool?"
"Yea, of course. We're just getting it out of system."
"Exactly."
You stand up, unzip your jean dress, and toss it on the couch. You grab your Gucci bag and head upstairs. You still have your heels on. 
You make your way to his bedroom. You grab your strap-on and put it on. You sit on the bed and wait for him to come upstairs. You pour lube on your strap-on and coat it perfectly. 
Jongin comes upstairs. He's completely nude. He gets on top of you and slides down onto your strap-on. You feel the weight of his body on top of you as he starts to move back and forth. 
You lean back against the bed and watch him bounce on it. You like watching him fuck himself on your strap. 
"You're so.. naughty. Jongin. You're fucking yourself on my strap. You missed me that bad?" You coax him. 
"Maybe," he giggles. 
You slap his ass and grab it while he continues to ride you. In some weird way, you still have feelings for him.
Something you probably won't admit to him, and you don't know how you'll be able to survive a month with him at the club. 
"Maybe? You're acting like a whore."
"Cause you make me this way."
You lift him up and hold on to him while keeping the strap inside. You lay him on the bed on his back. You hold his legs open while you stroke into him. 
"Now stroke yourself, whore," You instruct him, and he obeys you. 
You grind your hips and continue to pound his tight ass. You miss moments like this. You know he's needy for the next nut by how he's jacking his dick. 
Your hand covers his as you pump harder until him until he comes again. 
"I love you, Jongin," You lean forward and slip your tongue into his mouth. 
"I love you, too, Daddy."
The two of you fall asleep in his bed, and the following day you wake up. Jongin still is sleeping, and you sit on the edge of the bed. 
You look at your group chat with The Lee Twins. 
Ten: Where are you? Y/n
Taemin: Damn, you didn't come home last night. Are you really that mad at me? I'm really sorry, Y/n. 
You: It's okay. You're spot is being replaced for the month. I'll see you two soon. 
You know things are about to get crazy, but you know Jongin can take the club to new heights. 
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lookismaddict · 1 year
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Lookism Characters and Their Tastes in Music ♪ (Headcannons)
Daniel Park:
Daniel likes alternative/indie pop, Soul, and R&B. He likes any song that gives a chill vibe to it and songs with nice lyrics.
Khai Dreams, mxmtoon, Keshi, etc.
He enjoys listening to Lo-Fi too, while he just lays on the ground in his house, relaxing, contemplating about events in his life until he accidentally falls asleep.
Sometimes, he sends Jay a text message asking what songs he’d recommend and Jay would send him a three-page list of songs in an online document
Zack Lee:
Hip-hop, Rap, and R&B
Consists of hyped artists like Drake, 21 Savage, A$AP Rocky, Lil Uzi, etc.
He used to be a big fan of Kanye West, but after Kanye’s multiple controversies, he stopped listening to his music because he now believes that he’s trash.
But on days when he feels down, he listens to artists like Joji. *insert Glimpse of Us here while Zack cries a river*
Vasco:
Vasco is into the older classic 60s-80s bands: Queen, Bon Jovi, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Journey, etc.
Prefers the oldies with meaningful lyricsm rather than the new songs on the radio
However, he enjoys listening to more of the earlier 2010s boy bands like One Direction, and Backstreet Boys from the 90s. (He even listens to that one song that Daniel and Duke made, on repeat since he asked Duke to send him a copy of that song.)
Doesn’t mind listening to some classic 70s songs from Air Supply, Bee Gees, Earth, Wind, and Fire, etc. in peaceful late night jogs
Jay Hong:
R&B and Soul (boujee tastes 💸)
Frank Ocean, Daniel Caesar, Steve Lacy, Khali Uchis, etc.
He has similar tastes to Daniel as well, and recommends Daniel tunes that provides relaxation and chill vibes.
The both of them would sometimes sit together during classroom break, and Jay would share one of his Airpods with Daniel. He’ll play songs that he thought that Daniel might like while he helps him do homework.
Jay even tried to ask Duke if he could get a copy of the song that he and Daniel performed at the festival. It took Duke a while to understand what Jay was trying to say, but he did manage to send it to him at some point. Once he got the song, he secretly played it on repeat for over a month.
Mira Kim:
Pop, Alternative/Indie (But a lot of people don’t know that she’s interested in this genre. Many assumed that she’s into K-pop like Zoe, since they’re both close.)
Clairo, Mitski, Marina and the Diamonds, Halsey (Especially her Badlands Album), Melanie Martinez, Lana Del Rey, etc.
Sometimes listens to R&B/Soul too (like NIKI, Justine Skye, Kiana Lede, etc.) whenever she chills on her bed
Whenever she studies in her room, she likes putting these songs on in the background to help her get in the zone
Zoe Park:
HUGE K-Pop fan
Other than BTS, she’s also a fan of other groups like NCT, ATEEZ, Stray Kids, ENHYPHEN, The Boyz, Blackpink, TWICE, Red Velvet, G-IDLE, LE SSERAFIM, STAYC, NewJeans, etc.
Also listens to older groups too and goes on a K-pop marathon late at night while doing homework with BIG BANG, Super Junior, INFINITE, VIXX, EXO, ToppDogg, iKON, etc.
She also loves listening to the older girl groups like 2NE1, Girl’s Generation, Wonder Girls, F(x), Girl’s Day, AOA, etc.
Eli Jang:
Eli likes to listen to bands such as Cigarettes After Sex, The Neighbourhood, Arctic Monkeys, The 1975, etc.
Loves the cool vibes of these Alternative/Indie bands with a hint of low sensuality to them.
He’s also interested in listening to artists like Chase Atlantic.
But of course, he doesn’t listen to these songs around Yenna. He doesn’t want her to acquire such vulgar words, and he doesn’t want to ruin her innocence. (Listening to these types of songs was like a guilty pleasure for Eli.)
Vin Jin:
Vin Jin listens to rap artists that inspire him and his style in rapping and hip-hop
Listens to K-Rap by Flowsik, ZICO, DPR LIVE, Jay Park, Dok-2, Simon Dominic, Dumbfoundead, etc.
His celebrity crush is Jessi and he’s a major fanboy if he ever sees her in person
Wants to reach international levels of Asian rap, like Rich Brian’s level someday, who’s a part of 88rising
Mary Kim:
Mary mostly listens to female rap artists that give off BBE ✨
She LOVES Megan Thee Stallion, Cardi B, Saweetie, Lizzo, Doja Cat, etc.
Also listens to badass female K-rappers like CL, Jessi, HyunA, Lisa from Blackpink, etc.
Sometimes, she even listens to other artists like Audrey Nuna, REI AMI, BIBI, etc.
Johan Seong:
Listens to edgy rock bands (post-hardcore, metalcore, and punk) 💀
Consists of Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sirens, Bring me the Horizon, I Prevail, Of Mice & Men, Breaking Benjamin, etc.
On nights when he walks his dog Eden, he likes listening to bands such as Paramore, My Chemical Romance, Green Day, etc. (Edgy bands that give off low vibes.)
His fav song is Take me to Church by Hozier, even though it isn’t even close to punk.
Since Zack is a fan of hip-hop, he discovered darker hip-hop genres one day and he thought of Johan while listening to them. He then recommended Johan to listen to Hip-Hop Punk Rap and Horrorcore Trap Metal. Mostly artists like Suicide Boys, Freddie Dredd, and even CORPSE.
Johan digged the song reccs that Zack offered, and now he goes to him for more artists to listen to.
Jake Kim:
Jake is into love songs by Justin Bieber, Backstreet Boys, NSYNC, even Big Time Rush. (Similar to Vasco’s tastes)
He also enjoys listening to R&B and Soul music by Chris Brown, Jason Derulo, Usher, Ne-Yo, etc.
Sometimes when he’s home alone, he’d sing in front of the mirror while pretending to serenade someone by smoothing out his hair seductively, blasting these songs all night.
I like to believe that this man got a good voice, so of course, he’ll nail these songs if you take him to karaoke.
Samuel Seo:
R&B and Trap Soul is his way to cope
Certain nights when he likes to feel sexy while standing naked in front of the window to his condo, he blasts music by Jeremih, PARTYNEXTDOOR, Tory Lanez, Bryson Tiller, Trey Songz, etc. (similar to Gun’s type of music but thank god he doesn’t know that they have similar tastes in music)
When he feels low in spirit, he drinks to songs that are relatable to him and has the same vibe as his mood like 6lack - PRBLMS, SZA, The Weeknd, Travis Scott - Power is Power, blackbear - do re mi, Russ - Overdue, etc.
Samuel listens to these types of songs on occasion though, and doesn’t have time to sit down and actually listen to them since he’s always been so busy with work.
Gun Park:
Similar to Jay Hong’s taste in music, he got “expensive” tastes in music as well ✨
Late at night while drinking alone, he likes listening to sensual R&B. (Some days, The Weeknd, Bryson Tiller, Tory Lanez, etc.)
During his workouts, he enjoys listening to rap and hip-hop from artists such as, 21 Savage, Meek Mill, Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q, Denzel Curry, etc. (Songs that get his blood pumping, while working out.)
Sometimes, he also listens to K-Chill R&B artists, like DEAN, Sik-k, Crush, DPR LIVE, Jay Park, etc. whenever he goes out on late night drives in an expensive car.
Gun HATES the music that Goo puts on whenever he’s driving themselves to any destination. He gets annoyed whenever Goo takes the AUX chord and plays weird songs from “sus” artists such as DBangz, Lil Boom, and sometimes Yung Gravy.
Gun punched Goo one time when he started blasting “Thick ****** and Anime Tiddies”. Gun would yell at him saying, “What is this trash?!” and the fight would eventually escalate to another one of their side-of-the-road brawls
Goo Kim:
This man’s taste in music is ALL OVER THE PLACE. Just chaotic.
Although, he has some shared music tastes with Gun. (Mostly similar tastes in Hip-Hop songs.)
He enjoys listening to fun and bouncy music, that goes with his moods really well (Pop or hip-hop, it doesn’t matter to him. Just no country music. He, “can’t stand that shit.”)
On days when Gun is annoyed with Goo, he’ll intentionally play country music just to annoy Goo just to get back at him, while going on long drives anywhere. Goo would eventually punch Gun on the arm, almost causing the car to swerve, until Gun decides to pull the car to the side of the road and fight him then and there.
LOVES listening to very weird, unhinged music. Mostly by artists like Yung Gravy, Bbno$, Lil Boom, Dbangz, etc. (probably even Pink Guy)
Goo is a big fan of Tyler the Creator, since he’s also a big goofy guy who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself and making money (through his music). Not only does he like his unique style and music, but he finds him very admirable for not caring about people’s thoughts on him, no matter what type of outrageous or unusual things he says.
He definitely enjoys listening to popular anime OPs and OSTs from anime that he liked when he’s at home.
DG:
DG doesn’t have a preferred taste in music, but he enjoys music outside of his own demographic.
Since he always listens to K-pop 24/7 (because of his job), he doesn’t mind listening to other types of music as well, and seeks out for new music to listen to.
He is very open-minded. Some days, he’ll listen to American Hip-hop or Rock (Kid Cudi, Childish Gambino, etc.) and other days he’ll listen to Latin Trap. (Farruko, Bad Bunny, Ozuna, etc.)
During his trips overseas, he’ll listen to traditional Japanese instrumentals to relax while riding in his private jet. The music would often lull him to sleep, as it is calm and perfect for someone who’s constantly busy.
Eugene:
🎼 Likes listening to classical music while reading a book, or doing paperwork. (Mostly dark academia classical music.)
Beethoven, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Bach, Franz Liszt, etc. makes him focus and concentrate.
Also, he’s an enthusiast of the historical American “Jazz Age”, which was music from the 1920’s. (But his interest in jazz is not limited to just that era. He likes jazz all the way to the current jazz of today.) 🎷
Eugene has exquisite tastes in music. Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday, and Chet Baker, gives him comfort and puts him at ease.
He collects vinyl records of these famous artists, and likes listening to jazz music while sipping on a cup of tea or coffee, admiring the sweet tunes of the Roaring Twenties while looking out the window from his office.
Not only does he like classical, and jazz music, but he’s also interested in Traditional Pop. (The forefathers who started pop and got famous in Las Vegas shows.)
Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Paul Anka, etc. puts him in a very festive mood, especially while sitting in his office while putting together a blueprint of his devious plans.
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☆// striking midnight (MDNI, 18+)
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info! cayde-6 / fluff + gender neutral reader
cw! n/a
notes! just a silly little idea i had. also new year's eve has been a little bit rough, so i'm writing this to cope a little bit lol. enjoy :]
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in all honesty, what you were doing probably seemed pretty sketchy to someone who was uninformed. or maybe even someone who knew what you were doing. to the unsuspecting eye, it probably looked like-
“are you rigging a bomb? what are you doing, guardian?” your ghost asked, hovering anxiously over your shoulder. 
“no, i’m not rigging a bomb,” you retorted, moving around some wires attached to your little contraption. it was colorful and roughly the size of a backpack, mostly metal cylinders and colorful tubing with wires attached. you sighed to yourself, still fiddling with it. “...they’re fireworks.”
“ah. a colorful bomb,” your ghost replied, an air of disappointment in their tone. 
“no, no. it’s a light show. we’re gonna send these off to celebrate the new year,” you explained, not looking up as you screwed in a loose part. 
“but why do we need to celebrate again? it’s just another completed revolution of the earth around the sun. there’s been a ton of these; it’s nothing new.”
you sighed. you had set up a display leaning against a trash can to the left side of the little alley you’d set up shop in, your headphones connected wirelessly. on the screen played a sort of podcast – two humans sitting together at a table, reflecting on the year with music playing in the background. the viewer count in one corner of the screen read a measly 24, not that you really minded. a countdown to midnight sat in the other corner. the hosts wore no armor, just civilian clothes. you yourself wore minimal armor. probably not the smartest decision considering that you were currently working with explosives, but you wanted to honor the holiday. not quite in your civvies, but not in any kind of battle suit either.
your screen glitched where it leaned against the trash can, the hosts’ voices becoming momentarily distorted. you leaned over, hitting the side a few times. the screen corrected itself. old tech. “because of what it means,” you began, focusing back on the work at hand. “a new year is a fresh start, a clean slate. holds new opportunities. think the light of a new day and all that shit. symbolism.” a beat passed as you rearranged some wires, and then, “i learned that we used to celebrate it before the going got tough. guess i got a little bit sentimental.”
your ghost hummed somewhere behind you, their shell rotating curiously. “well, i think that’s quite nice, guardian.”
“thank you,” you mumbled appreciatively, distracted with your work.
a thud sounded behind you, but you didn’t think much of it. if it turned out to be a threat, you had confidence in yourself to handle it. do you stayed the course, twisting and rearranging and soldering quietly as you hummed along to the music on your livestream. at least it’s nice out. all chilly and calm, just like winter should be. not a peep. judging from your ghost’s silence, they didn’t detect a threat either.
“whatcha got there?” a robotic voice asked from behind you.
you looked over your shoulder to find none other than cayde-6 leaning against the wall of the alley, watching you work. one of his hands lingered near his hand cannon, the other draped across his torso, blue eyes glowing in the dim light.
“a bomb,” your ghost answered easily, shell spinning.
“not a bomb,” you rushed to assure the hunter vanguard. “and not funny,” you directed at your ghost before turning back to the exo. “they’re fireworks.”
“ah,” cayde nodded. “pretty bombs.”
“they’re not bombs,” you corrected, standing to face him. “they shoot up in the air, they’re not gonna hurt anyone.”
“oh, relax. i’m not here to snitch on you or anything like that,” he said nonchalantly.
you looked at him again, gazing pointedly at the hand that lingered near the gun resting in his holster. “mhm,” you said, tone disbelieving.
cayde coughed awkwardly, bringing that arm up to cross the other over his chest. “say, do i know you from somewhere?”
you sized him up, somewhat offended. “i work at the tower. i’m a weapons expert.” i’ve actually worked on the ace of spades, you thought, but left it unsaid.
“of course i knew that,” he assured, nodding. sundance thrummed by his ear, observing.
you nodded too, half-heartedly affirming him.
“so what’s with the bombs?”
“am i the only one that celebrates new year’s eve around here?” you asked lightly, tone bordering on a laugh. 
cayde whistled. “from what i’ve heard, yes.”
you frowned to yourself, shoulders slumping. “that is so disappointing.”
“i suppose so,” he agreed. “how are you planning on celebrating?”
you pointed to the podcast playing on your monitor. “once that timer hits midnight, i’m gonna get off the fireworks. probably get a bite to eat after.”
“sounds… interesting.”
“care to join?” you offered, giving him a lopsided grin.
cayde seemed to think on it a moment and then shrugged. “i mean, why not? as long as no one gets hurt, of course.”
“great!” you smiled, turning back to your machine. you quickly went back to soldering and tweaking various parts of it.
cayde came up, crouched down next to you. “so how long do we have until it’s time to set this sucker off?”
you spared a glance to your screen, checking the countdown timer. “a couple minutes.”
“a couple minutes? and you’re still working on it?!” 
you waved him off. “calm down, i know what i’m doing,” you muttered.
“you’re sure?” cayde checked.
you turned to him, eyes narrowed. “if you don’t trust it, leave.” when he didn’t, you turned back to your work. a few more sparks flew before you finally stood up, setting your hands on your hips. “there.”
cayde hummed, standing up beside you. “okay, great! now what?”
you gestured to the screen. the timer in the corner stood at only 11 seconds. the both of you watched as midnight grew closer. “5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”
the timer hit zero and you pushed a button on the contraption with your foot, stepping back. thankfully cayde followed suit because, a moment later, a barrage of fireworks went up in the air. both of you watched as they exploded in a colorful, booming display of sparks. “wow,” he whispered breathily. 
grinning, you turned your gaze to him, nudged him with your elbow. “happy new year.”
although it seemed a little hesitant, cayde smiled back, eyes glowing a little brighter. “happy new year.”
“now…” you trailed off, grabbing your display screen and dropping it into your bag. another troop of fireworks went up and your grin seemed to gleam a little brighter around the edges. “we should probably run before we get in trouble.”
cayde blinked at you. “what?”
you laughed, staring at him a moment before taking off down the alley. “we should go! you think i got permission from this?”
and then he startled into the realization. you jerk. he broke into a sprint after you, watching the fireworks over his shoulder as he went. “i guess i assumed!”
“no way!” you called, mischief clear in your voice.
he shook his head, following you around a corner. “you owe me ramen for this, kid!”
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