I Love You Like You Love Certain Dark Things, @jwtobs

I love you like you love certain dark things, ⠀ ⎯⎯⠀ @jwtobs

secretly, between the shadow and the soul . . . ❤︎

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lee know in every skz code - ep 33-34

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͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 🩵 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ : ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟫. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 💭 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏✿ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ͏ ͏ 𝗍𝗈 ͏ ͏𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 ͏ ͏

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏( 𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ) ͏ ͏𝘄. ͏ ͏ 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

ㅤ‎୧ᅟ𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼ㅤ⸺ㅤㅤ𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝖿𝗍 ㅤ‎♡ㅤ!

𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟫, ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝟢𝟣:ᅟ𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾ᅟ𝗍𝗈ᅟ𝗇𝖾𝗐ᅟ𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄.

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͏ ͏ ͏ ♡‌ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ͏ ͏𝗍𝗈 ͏ ͏ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ( 𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ) ͏ ͏ 𝘄. ͏ ͏ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇.

͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏͏𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 ͏ ͏ ͏ ( ͏ ͏ ͏𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌 ) ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝒇 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟫. ͏ ͏ ͏𝗍𝗏 ͏ ͏♡

I'M SHAKINFOOGOSIDJXJSKKSJXBX

saw u reblog a pervy changbin post 😩 spare some pervy skz thoughts maybe 🤲

— skz and perverted thoughts.

sub ! skz ot8 , dom ! gn ! reader 

🏷️ perversion. somnophilia. voyeurism. blasphemy. invasion of privacy. individual scenarios of 8 pining perverts. sorry anon for the late response!

— you’re the reason why bang chan never sleeps.

he knows that neither of you are together…yet. you usually sleep over at his place though, a one-bedroom apartment with an uncomfortable couch, so you’re forced to sleep next to him. chan never tells you this but he gets hard every night you sleep over. he refuses to admit—no, he will never admit that he gets hard to the idea of you sleeping soundly next to him, in nothing but your sleepwear. 

chan constantly thinks about waking you up from your sleep after you’ve taken your clothes off. chan knows that you sleep without underwear — he watched you slip into your pants without putting anything under — and he wants your bare skin on his. he hasn’t seen your eyes fluttered shut in slumber since you two face away, but he thinks about how you could dominate him with the mere awakening of your irises. he wants to shock you so that you can shock him back. chan wants to feel your heavy breath on his heavier exhales instead of the gentle sighs he so desperately wants to wake. he wants to grind on your legs, dig his face in your neck, and whine as you take care of him while half-awake. 

but no, he can’t have that, he can never have that, so he fantasizes. stroking his cock, once, twice, thrice, four times, while you count your sheep to slumber at the same pace.

— minho feasts on whatever eye candy you are.

he can only keep to himself for so long, staring from the chair opposite yours. he’s too dignified; minho hasn’t made his feelings clear with himself, let alone you, so he can’t do much. all he can do is look from a distance. stare. drill his eyes into every single inch of your smooth skin until his pupils dilate. fuck, you’re just his type. oh god, you’re so close yet so far. 

and he wants you to be close. close the physical distance. close in on the friendship and become something more. close, moan “minho, i’m so close.” he wants to have you cum on him, finally let yourself go after ruining him to the point he’s writhing and crying under you. after staring at your hands intertwined with your best friend’s, he realized so badly that he wants your hands on his neck, knocking the wind out of his system. choke him until he wiggles and begs wordlessly for breath—or for more? he can’t tell. he’d be willing to give up the act of being so stuck-up around you and offer a rare sight that only you can see. but no.

the only sight you see of him is a good friend zoning out. minho looks so distant but he’s there, fantasizing, daydreaming about your body, how fucking good you would sound while praising him. you’re so distant, yet you’re right there, like a mere feast for his eyes, but he wants you to eat him alive, feast on him the same way.

— it’s only you who can distract changbin.

your voice echoes through his head. changbin can’t focus on anything else and his vision tunnels. you’re the light at the end of it.

you told him off numerous times to do his job right. it had been a bad day and he tried to sympathize with you — but getting turned on from being scolded doesn’t count. he can’t help the thought of being told to shut up before being called all sorts of names. he daydreamed about getting pounded on the desk, the chair—maybe the floor, where you can ride and degrade him? he wants your fitted suits discarded alongside his. changbin just wants you to lose it on him, use him to let every drop of anger out, slap him, mark him, spit on him, use him. show your true colors instead of acting polite. break in front of him the way he breaks beneath you.

suddenly, you tapped his shoulder, then his screen, sternly reminding him to “get the fuck back to work, darling.” he’d shift his legs to hide his painful and leaking erection.

the cycle continued. you’d scold him, he’d get too horny to function, making you scold him again until it was only the both of you in left the office working overtime. it’s so wrong, getting off on your emotions that you almost can’t control. but damn it, your voice is too pretty, he wants to hear it scream, tell him off, again and again.

— you made hyunjin question everything.

the search bar has “friend walked in on me masturbating.” hyunjin can’t believe he typed that. it’s so unlike him to search for things that weren’t substantial, but maybe self-discovery is just as important. you aren’t watching anymore. but the question just…doesn’t quite cut it. 

he types again. “friend walked in on me masturbating but i liked it.” the results are dubious, some suggesting that it’s normal. some are porn videos — he watched as a lean, tall man got pinned down by another person, getting punished by someone peeping on him. he’s deleting the words key per key, tapping backspace until he’s on the last few letters. “i think i like my friend.” no, he already knew that long ago. “i want to fuck my friend.” no, he’d been fantasizing about that for years. you’re the reason why he masturbated in the first place, thinking of how you could ruin him, fuck his mouth with your crotch, drain him of his cum, fucking his own release back into himself. holy shit, hyunjin, that’s so bad, so bad…

“i want my friend to fuck me.” bingo. but not quite — he just can’t remove the image of your shocked, flustered face, the way you went all red, the way you hesitated and panicked. did you like what you saw? because his dick does.

hyunjin types again. “voyeurism kink guide.”

— jisung shouldn’t get too excited over you.

shock was written all over his face when he found out you liked him back, that you rejected your other best friend all because of him. imagine him riding the highs of the validation, basking in the image of you two being a couple. he loved that you saw nobody else but him.

imagine him riding his pillow to chase his high of release, basking in the image of that plush material being your lower half instead. he loved that you fucked nobody else but him.

maybe he got too pumped over the wrong things. shutting the door behind him and refusing to eavesdrop any longer, he shoved his pants down, frantically freeing his hard cock, and thought of you. you, possessive, in love with him as he was with you. jisung wanted you to own him, make him yours. he wanted to be shoved in between your arms and held up on the wall first before plummeting to the bed, whining and crying nothing but your name. he wants to forget his own. he wants the hands of his longtime crush to crush him and leave his ass bruised and his back arched.

he’s filthy. jisung stared at his hands, coated in cum that won’t stop flowing, wondering if you’re cool dating someone whose first thought about you was sex. sex with feelings, he swears, but he huffs and keeps going, overstimulating himself.

— it was you and a train ride felix couldn’t stand.

he was trying to read the tale of orpheus and eurydice, standing in the moving train, but he ripped his eyes off his book the minute you stood in front of him. stunning, amazing. curse god for making the train cramped today, his erection kept brushing against your legs.

felix felt fire surge between his legs as he took a whiff of your scent, an alluring aroma making its way down his system. you looked like a dream, like a doll that god herself sculpted out of love. he wanted to get a taste of you. he wondered if this is what couples in public transport felt like, dragging their hands down each other, feeling the other up through and under the layers of clothing. how much could he leak when one of your fingers traces down his v-line? felix wondered about the thrill of getting caught, the thought of whimpering just a little too loud for other people to hear, to shift his legs in the wrong way, hitting the wrong person, alerting everyone of your lewd antics. but why, why did he want you to do this to him?

you stood tall until you didn’t, losing balance on him. you thanked felix for catching you, but you didn’t turn his direction for long. like orpheus, he followed you, his eurydice: he can’t let you face him after everything he imagined. he tried not to drool and stared at the back of your head, hoping to only see your face after the train ride.

— seungmin’s the sinner you shouldn’t forgive.

was it his fault if you locked eyes with him first? he looked at the altar and scanned the image of the deity before him, questioning his morals, a feeling he hadn’t felt ever since he kept a penny to himself in first grade. 

he heard you chant in the pew beside him. “i offer my body to you.” he heard you say it, over and over, parts of your body folding into prayer position. you were hypnotizing to witness. seungmin couldn’t help but eye down your irresistible features, watched the glow from the lights hit your face and body in just the right way. he wanted to touch you, a living statue, and he wanted to put a show in front of the altar. he wanted you to ruin him, his upper half hunched over the head of the kneeler. or maybe he wanted to kneel in front of you as he took you in his mouth, tasting every bit of you, licking every drop of your essence as if it were holy water.

you were a fallen angel. sent from the clouds down to the earth to test his temptation, and he was giving in. but you weren’t a messenger, you betrayed your god, and you indulged in his sin, never forgiving him, damning him to the flames of lust for an eternity. he’s gross, but you’re an angel, and he’s chanting his prayer:

“corrupt me, corrupt me, corrupt me, i surrender myself, my body and life, all to you…”

— you should put jeongin where he belongs.

he’s insecure. for the first time in the decade-long relationship, he’s insecure about his place in your commitment. jeongin wasn’t sure if you loved him that much.

that was, until he “accidentally” found your journal entries. he also “stumbled upon” the messages you wrote about him to your friends. he remembered this thrill, similar to the time in the early stages of your relationship where he’d snoop on things such as your plush toys, shirts, underwear…he got a bottle of your perfume just to spritz it on his pants, pretending you were jerking him off from below.

now here he was, surfing through your written words about how much you loved jeongin. you truly loved your boyfriend — but nobody was like him, fucking into his own hand while seeing you gush over him in your friend’s messages. he wanted you to gush all over his cock, his body, his face, only to slap him and scold him, forcing your arms on his cheeks to make him face you in fear. he wanted you to stop him from dealing with your stuff, telling him to mind his own things — exactly the same way you found out he was messing with your underwear before.

jeongin’s thinking please, just please, put me in place, don’t make me go anywhere else, i’ll never doubt you again. i’ll drown in you. 

[ 5.34pm ] tw : heavy degradation, choking, chan gets a lil mean !

sex with chan in the studio is always mind numbingly good, the male always seems to have pent up stress or frustration.

you, being the lovely girlfriend you are, offer to help him out.

"fuckkk, chan- channie." you stuttered out inbetween loud whimpers, taking advantage of the studio's soundproof walls. he had you bent over the couch, his hand tangled in your soft hair as he railed you into the next month, his lower torso snapping against your ass.

"feel good, princess? like it when i use you like this?" chan asked teasingly, a soft groan spilling from his plush lips as you clenched around his length, his hips stuttering momentarily. the hand he had on your hip trailed up your front, wrapping around the fragile skin of your throat gently, a warning.

his body draped itself over your back, his toned torso pressing against the sweat covered skin of your back, his lips finding themselves to the shell of your ear.

"answer me, baby. you like it when i use you like this, yeah? when i treat you like my little breeding bitch?" he snarled against your neck, his length reaching places you didn't know existed, causing your eyes to roll back as your mouth parted ever so slightly.

"y-yes channie- yes! love it so much, please- m' gonna cum." you babbled absentmindedly, only able to focus on the feeling of chan's hand around your neck as his length drilled into your abused cunt. his hand fell from your neck and started to rub quick circles on your clit, causing your thighs to tremble as your orgasm washed over you, your vision turning white as pleasure enveloped you.

a loud grunt fell from chan as he buried himself deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release as his forehead rested against the crook of your neck, his abs tightening with pleasure.

you both laid against eachother as you came down from your highs, heavy breaths filling the studio as you basked in eachother's presence, you wouldn't trade him for the world.

you loved being his stress toy. ♡

Who in Skz do you think would be super subby? Like I feel like all of them would be, but like, who would be the most? And what type of subby kinks would they have

No cause oml, i'm going feral over this. I've been waiting for someone to ask me this. (Totally not gnawing on the bars of my enclosure right now hehe <33.) These are in order of who I think would be least to most subby. Tbh I think all of them all have a subby side, some are just more "powerful" than others. I'm so sane

• Coming out at the top LEAST subby, we have Leeknow. I just don't see him as the type to get on his knees and beg or to be super whiny. But sometimes when he has just come home from dance practice and he's a little bit tired, he'll let you take the reins on everything. If that's overstimulating him till he's in tears and moaning and groaning about how good it feels, or riding him with your breasts bouncing in his face and he whines and wraps his lips around one of them, blabbering on about how you taste so good and he can't get enough of you.

• Second LEAST subby...hmm, Hyunjin. I see him more as a soft dom rather than a sub, but just like Leeknow, sometimes he'll come home and be dead tired and let you take the reins. I feel like Hyunjin would really be into bondage. Bondage is an art form and he likes art. Whether it's you being tied up, or him. You grabbing red rope to tie up his hands and upper body, then taking pictures of your artwork to show him later, excites him.

•Third LEAST subby, goes to Seungmin. He prefers to be the dominant one in the relationship, but sometimes you can sway him otherwise. He wants to be good for others. Why not start off being good for you? He's definitely into praise. He's eating you out so good, you moan out praises like: "oh, puppy, so good you're so good." He'll whine into your pussy and eat you out harder, looking for more praise from your perfect lips.

•Fourth LEAST subby would go to Bangchan. Chan strikes me as someone who'll just whine and whimper softly while getting a blow job. In the late nights when he's working at the studio and he's just focused on finishing the newest track, you'll pop in and say hello, chastising him for staying up late. He'll say his muscles are tired and he can't do anything, so you drop to your knees and unzip his pants. Of course his eyes go comically wide in surprise when you lick the tip. They roll back into his head and he mumbles out nonsense from the pleasure he's receiving.

•Fifth LEAST subby. Changbin. He already gives off the girlie pop vibes so what kore is there to say? Jk, he's the type of sub to wear the pink frilly lingerie in hopes of making you happy. So when you come home to see your bunny, wearing floral lingerie, you can't help but want to pounce on him and suck his cock and milk him of everything, leaving him a whimpering mess.

•Sixth LEAST subby had got to be Jeongin. I feel like he has a noona kink. And he's just so innocent that there's definitely a degrsdation kink going on. Imagine riding his abs with your bare pussy and he can't touch you because his hands are tied to the headboard. He'll be squirming and you slap him in the face, telling him to stop moving or he won't be cumming at all. Grabbing his cock with both hands you jerk him off fast and he's become a moaning, squirming mess. "N-n-noona!! G-g'na c-cum!" He whines out and you just smirk. "You're not coming until I say so, slut."

• Seventh LEAST subby. Felix. Do I need to continue? Noona kink HEAVILY. He's into overstimulation and edging. There's not really much Felix isn't into. This man and his deep voice will sound throughout the small room you guys rented while on vacation as you ride him slowly, torturing him. Makeup and tears running down his face from how overstimulated he is from you pulling out 3 orgasms from him already. He feels like passing out when he reaches his fourth orgasm. "L-lixie can't c-cum an-anymore n-noona! AGH! C-c-cumming!"

• And the MOST subby ones of them all. Han Jisung! He already looks submissive as itself so why lie and say he's the dom in the relationship. As much as he tries to be, he's always following you around like a little puppy waiting for food. And in the bedroom, he whines and moans so loudly, the neighbors would call the police if you had any. He's into everything. From edging to choking to a pain kink. Your hands creep up to his neck, squeezing slightly. He moans brokenly, struggling to breathe. "Aw, what's the matter poor baby?" You worry in false sympathy. Raking your nails down his perfect waist and he jumps and whimpers loudly. "M-mommy! F-feels s-so g-good!"