casualón i mean shes ok
casualón la vdd, un tecito y cigarrillo por la mañana
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Jisung sighs wistfully. “Sometimes I just think about it.”
“About… sucking dick?”
“Yeah,” he nods, “they look so— I don’t know. It seems like it would be fun.”
“Fun,” Minho echoes distantly.
Jisung develops a new fixation and goes on a journey of self-discovery.
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Maybe he does spoil Yongbok. He lets him do whatever he wants—he’s a gaming buddy, a human pillow—anything Yongbok could need, Minho provides. He’s an acts of service guy, sue him.
And it’s not even his fault. Yongbok—he does this thing where he blinks his giant eyes and flutters his eyelashes and pitches his voice to be sweeter. He makes little fists and bats at Minho’s shoulders and smiles so widely that all his sparkly teeth show. It’s manipulation, that’s what it is. He’s manipulative. And boy does it work on Minho.
[Or: Minho is a pathetic malewife for Yongbok. Featuring thinly veiled kitten play]
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“Seungmin,” Chan’s voice vibrates, suspended in the air between them. It doesn’t shake, it doesn’t shiver, it vibrates, rattling Seungmin’s teeth. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“You’re not telling me to stop.”
Chan sucks in a breath. Releases it slowly. “You’re making this really difficult.”
“I aim to please.”
“I’m too old for you.”
“I don’t care.”
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- Part 2 of TOBER 25
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Show me your teeth by sshhad0w for midnightblue (weatherzane)
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
04 Dec 2025
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“Seungmin-ah…” Chan’s voice sounded like gravel, like an avalanche before it started sliding, just before the first crack in the side of a mountain. He cocked his head to the side as he licked the saliva dripping from his teeth. “Run.”
OR: Seungmin's never been caught. Chan's never run.
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the squirrel stealing from the bird feeder; the cat that killed it by Anonymous
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
01 Nov 2023
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There were probably ten million Lee Minhos on the planet. But to Jisung, there was only one that really mattered.
Big teeth. Sharp eyes. Jisung had walked into that practice room and almost ran straight back out, only kept in place by Chan’s firm arms and broad chest.
Twitching ears. Swaying tail. Yellow eyes that pinned him in place, squeezing a series of embarrassing chirps and squeaks from Jisung’s chest. Chan was a puppy--big teeth, sharp eyes, but if you scratched him behind the ears he’d pant happily and roll over to show his belly. Lee Minho was a real predator. Lee Minho was no pet.
Lee Minho was a panther. That kind of predator hybrid was almost unheard of, and most certainly that kind of predator hybrid didn’t become a backup dancer for BTS on their world tour. That kind of predator hybrid lived wild, hunted the forest, naked and feral. Apex predator hybrids, like Lee Minho, panther, did not get kept, did not get had. They held themselves, they owned themselves.
Or; how Han Jisung finds himself in possession of an oversized kitty.