I Have A Bts Headcanon Where 20 Years Into The Future, After Disbanding, Namjoon Stays Up All Night And

i have a bts headcanon where 20 years into the future, after disbanding, namjoon stays up all night and watches bts try not to laugh compilations just to re-live the memories. he’ll laugh at every video but always ends up crying. (bonus points if he really does become a dad, he’ll watch said compilations with his kid)

taeyong is a sub and i will die on this hill ngl!!

LEE TAEYONG led a double life, one that he was well aware of, one that he was absolutely proud of. on stage, he was a beast. he made sure to emphasize his charisma, the energy he radiated as he danced and rapped. he made sure to perform, to put on a show. he held himself together, his composure strung by threaded lies that made those who watched him perform believe that he was a force not to be reckoned with. it was exactly what he was good at, it was his job to put on a show.

when the lights were dimmed and the cameras turned off, that was when he let his true colors show. it was a gradual process, baby steps that eased those around him into the light of his personality. when he wasn’t performing, he was giddy. smiling with his members like a little kid, or entertaining his fans during his lives. it was a way for everybody to dip their toes into the water, to get a glimpse of what taeyong was really like. however, despite those glimpses, nobody would get to see him at his realest. nobody but you.

he was able to perform in front of everybody, just not in front of you. no, it was different with you. he was raw, vulnerable. instead of towering, he crumbled, he was completely and utterly at your full disposal. you could do whatever you wanted to him and he would take it. in fact, he would beg for more, that was how much he trusted you. he knew you could look into his soul and recognize his most twisted, sick thoughts, and still love him the same. it was exactly what you were good at.

“please,” he whimpered, his voice shaking with every breath he took. “hurts so good.” he was a mess, he always was, yet he managed to look perfect. in your eyes, he was always perfect. his pale, porcelain skin was glazed with sweat and spit, his lips red and swollen from being kissed by you and chewed raw by him, his eyes were glazed with the same tears that stained his cheeks, and his fingers wrapped around the stained bedsheets beneath his naked, bruised body. yes, he was absolutely perfect.

you cooed at the sight of him as you worked your fist, jacking him off at a ridiculously fast pace as more tears slid down his cheeks. “you want me to stop, tae?” your tone was condescending, low and mean, but he couldn't control the way it made his cock twitch in your hand. he knew it, and you did too. “want me to stop when you’re so close?”

there were no lies told, he was close, on the brink of cumming. again, for the fourth time in a row. he wasn’t sure how much more he could take, but he wanted to take as much as possible for you. he was willing to stain the sheets a fourth time and let his mind shut off for a few seconds if it meant you’d be pleased with him. “no,” he whimpered, his trembling hands wiping away the stray tears before latching onto your wrists. “i can take it.” it was a lie, if the way his thighs quivered were any indication, but you knew you could coax one more out of him.

“that’s a good boy, so good for me, yeah?” you cooed before spitting some more on the tip of his dick, smearing it all over and mixing it with the precum that had oozed out a while ago. if the way you praised him wasn’t enough to send him towards the edge, the way you spat on him definitely was. he chewed at his lip to bite back a moan as he bucked his hips into your fist, desperately chasing the high he was so afraid of. “so needy, thought you couldn't take it anymore.”

he shook his head as he clutched the bedsheets, knuckles whitening as he held onto the still slippery sheets. “i can take it,” he repeated softly. the sheets were slick with his cum, alongside your juices that had come together. you reached over with your free hand and ran it alongside his chest, the feather-like touch sending shivers down his spine. you smiled at the feedback, running your fingers alongside his nipples just to hear his sweet little gasps before pinching them ever so softly.

his mouth hung open at the sensation, spit trickling down his chin as he continued to buck his hips, so close to cumming. you noticed the way his fingers probed at the wet sheets, a smile gracing your face at the sight. “got your fingers dirty from the mess we made, yeah?” he nodded weakly as he traced the sticky mess. “clean your fingers, baby. can you do that?” it was over for him, absolutely over. he nodded once more as he brought his fingers to his lips, sticky with your arousal and his seed. it wasn’t gross to him, it never was. he was quick to comply, wrapping his bruised lips around them and taking them whole as he sucked the sweetness off.

the sight only encouraged you to show less mercy, your eyes darkening as you fisted his cock harder, your thumb coming up to probe the tip of his hard, red dick. your other hand remained steady on his chest, toying with his nipples as you leaned forward to make a bigger mess of him. his eyes widened as you attached your lips to his balls, gently suckling and probing at the sturdy flesh. he had opened his mouth to say something, but a silent scream fell from his lips. he saw white as he came, his entire body quivering under your touch. you didn't stop, not even as he shot ropes of sticky white for the fourth time, coating his stomach and the sheets with his seed once more.

tears streamed down his cheeks once again, sobs wracking his body from the overwhelming pleasure. you met his teary gaze as you finally brought yourself up, planting kisses all over his face. “don’t cry, baby, you did so good,” you assured him as you brushed away the sweaty strands of hair plastered to his forehead. he sniffled as you wiped his tears away, his face softening only for a second. he let himself calm down, savoring the moment while it lasted, until you spoke once more. “you can give me one more, can’t you?” of course he could, he always could.

star-crossed (비운의) — park jimin (박지민)

(UPCOMING)

✧.* 16+

✧.* genre: drama, hurt/comfort, slight angst, action

✧.* cast: park jimin, (y/n) (l/n), jeon jeongguk, lee youngji, kim heechul, jung hoseok, lee hyunseo, jackson wang, kim jisoo

✧.* everybody knew the peace never lasted long, if it ever existed in the first place. you could bring it back, you just had to win. after all, fortune favored the bravest.

Y'all need to let the "confederate flag jacket" go, the world doesn't revolve around the US, and most people have no idea what a "confederate flag" is. Zico got the jacket from his stylist, that's it. You're spreading a lot of misinformation in general, but I know you don't actually care about the truth.

HO IS U FALALALA? i missed the part where zico's a twelve year-old that doesn't know the symbolism of a confederate flag. it symbolizes the glorification of the civil war and celebrates the lost cause, racism, slavery, segregation, white supremacy, historical negationism, but you don't actually care about the truth, so you keep your little rose-tinted glasses on and idolize these men that don't give two shits about you! moving on, here are my sources since you wanna get smart lol. i'm 18, live in a third world slavic country and know what a fucking confederate flag is? zico a grown ass man but okay babe wash his ass for him while ur at it

https://www.dailymotion.com/cdn/manifest/video/x3pldfe.m3u8?auth=1541830436-2562-22umcls3-34581dfc96d702b6279fdf0f73637a58

(says one of his talents is "talking like a black person," around 7:00)

K-Sélection

Zico's Violent Behavior Was Revealed By His Mother?

An old post from Zico's mother mentioning Zico's allegedly violent behavior towards his ex-girlfriend, sparked criticism online.

the second photo is from a song zico featured on with a bunch of other problematic people!!

he has such a way with words! very demure!

moving on!!

Koreaboo

Zico Accused Of Robbing Goo Hara's Home After Her Death

Rapper Zico is facing serious allegations. The rapper is facing accusations that he had robbed Goo Hara's home after her death.

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Online users flock to Zico's social media asking about "Jung Joon Young's golden phone"

Following the latest BBC documentary covering the Burning Sun scandal, online users have flocked to Zico's Instagram account to fi

— Zico then turned to Jung Joon Young to ask, "You don't have it anymore, right?" and Jung Joon Young refuted, "I still have it. (Zico) comes to my house and suddenly asks, 'Hyung, where is that golden phone?' He then takes the phone and lays on my bed looking through that phone as if it's his." —

get off my dick lol it's hoes like you that so shamelessly and openly defend these men, knowing damn well they ain't shit. have some nerve saying i'm fabricating ts like it's not a google search away ho is u coo? bending over backwards and pulling a bunch of shit out of ya ass like it's gonna make him pick you wah wah wah get a job instead of defending incels that have choppy flows and whitewashed music.

Who is that defending Zico bro😂embarrassing bruh

let me set the record straight, i do NOT care if any of u support people like zico, seungri, etc. idgaf it's none of my business, if u wanna be a pick me ass bitch, be a pick me ass bitch. it's a free world enjoy your rights idgaf. what ur not gonna do is get on MY page and tell me I'M spreading misinformation like these articles, songs and posts aren't a click away. google's free baby. safari too. dignity free too but u lost yours a while ago what? bending ur damn neck all the way down to ur asshole just to defend some guy with soundcloud music and a blaccent that doesn't even know u exist. zico oppa saranghae please notice how i'm pulling defenses out of my ass for u please juseyo 🥺🥺 or maybe she has a socal asian boyfriend that streams keshi and zico and she wants to do him justice shit idk smelly aura with green flies headass. support who you want but what u won't do is accuse me of shit you know damn well isn't true

my comfort person im crying missing bubu hours