female chanyeol

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EXO’s Reaction to Their GF Dancing Sexually w/ Another Guy...

Cont: …and finding out he was gay. (also I changed it from crush to GF SORRY but i thought it would be a bit more easier to apply and relate to. if you want i can always write another where you’re their crush


Even after you explained to Xiumin that your friend was gay, he wouldn’t budge on his position. “Don’t touch him like that–and don’t let him touch you like that either. I’m your boyfriend. Not him,” he’d say, his face showing obvious annoyance and dissatisfaction at the situation.


“Jongdae, he’s gay,” you’d explain to Chen for the fifth time. “I don’t care, jagi, he’s still got a penis,” he’d respond, clearly unhappy about you dancing with him. Despite you repeatedly explaining that your friend is most definitely not interested in females, he’d ask you to not dance on him any longer.


Though certainly less than pleased with the situation, Baekhyun would try to be understanding and let you do what you want with your friend. You could see that he wasn’t happy about it though, and would hold off dancing with your friend, which Baekhyun would quietly thank you for later.


Chanyeol’s pretty protective about other guys, gay or not, and would pull you aside to have a talk with you. Though you’d reassure him that you friend wasn’t interested in females, Chanyeol would still politely ask that you stop grinding on him out of respect for your relationship.


More disappointed in you than anything, Lay wouldn’t really bring it up himself. You could sense something was wrong though and ask him about it. He’d confess that it made him uncomfortable to see you act like that with other guys, regardless of their sexuality.


D.O would be pissed and very open about it. The first thing out of his mouth when he pulled you aside was, “What the hell?” When you told him your friend was gay, his position wouldn’t change. “I don’t care. Don’t dance like that with anybody but me,” he’d say, his face stone cold.


Always trying to see things from different perspectives, Suho would try to be okay with you grinding on another guy–after all, he was gay, right? Nonetheless, Suho would ask that you stop because seeing you on other guys made him uneasy.


Kai would be more confused than anything. “Why are you grinding on him though? I’m right here. I’m your boyfriend. What are you doing?” he’d respond when you told him your friend was gay. You’d later apologize and he’d forgive you, as long as you promised to not do that again.


Not super confrontational, Sehun would give you the silent treatment for the rest of the day. When you finally cracked and asked him what’s wrong, he’d tell you he was pissed that you were dancing with another guy like that. “Sehun, he’s gay,” you’d tell him, but that wouldn’t change his attitude about it.

introduction (female voice)
chanyeol, baekhyun, jongin, sehun
Welcome back (Chanyeol x Female Reader)

Requested by @parkdamnyeol
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Warning(s): Smut, cursing, foreplay
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You haven’t seen Chan in months, since he ever went on tour with the boys it’s been extremely difficult for you, mentally and sexually. But today he was coming back home, and you couldn’t be any more excited.
You felt butterflies in your tummy as you picked up the lacy lingerie, the fabric running over your fingers with ease
You happily skipped to the bathroom, putting it on before putting on a simple T-Shirt and some pants before grabbing your keys to go pick up Chanyeol.
The whole way to the airport, you had the stupidest smile on your face and your palms were sweaty (arms weak mOMS SPAGHETTI)
You parked your car and couldn’t help but giggle, all the thoughts and plans of tonight running through your mind
The plane had just landed and he was going to be coming out any minute now
You swayed back and forth, not being able to contain your excitement
Some people giggled at your gestures, making you turn a light shade of pink
“Jagiya!” Your head immediately turned as you saw a tall figure practically running towards you
You were lifted off of the ground in a matter of seconds, being crushed into a hug that could crush anyone’s bones
“I’ve missed you so much” he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver throughout your entire body
“I’ve missed you too” your hands played with his hair, something that has always turned him on
“Kitten…” you turned pink once again, looking into his eyes to see lust
“Lets go home. Now.”
You were thrown on the bed, Chan soon hovering over you
His lips immediately latching into your neck, covering the smooth skin
You slightly moaned at the action, running your hands over his clothed back
“I think this needs to go..” he chuckled at your request before tugging his shirt off, yours soon coming off too
He stared in awe at your bra “I see what your doing here…” he tugged your pants down to see matching underwear along with it
“Baby… I don’t know why you would wear these when you know I’m gonna tear it all off” he said before booking his hands around you, unclasping your bra and throwing it across the room, your panties following after
He grounded his clothed member up against your core, causing you to moan out in pleasure
the rough material doing something to you
“Please what, baby?”
“Please just fuck me”
“That’s all I had to hear” he kicked of his jeans and underwear before slightly rubbing over you to stimulate you more before slowly pushing into you, making sure you adjust before pushing all the way in
The sound of your moans filled the room as he sped up his thrust
“You’re so tig- oh my god…”
your nails dragged down his back as he continued to thrust into you
“I-I’m close..”
“So am I” after a few more thrust you both came
Him crashing down on top of you, still inside of you
He slowly pulled out, rolling over before pulling you over to him
“Please never leave me again”
“I won’t, I promise.”

Is It Arranged Love? Chanyeol x Reader [Requested] Pt. 1

By: Gen

Word Count: 3344

Genre: Fluff

Request: Female reader x Chanyeol or Baekhyun where in you are an international idol and you were paired to them in We Got Married and ends up falling for you. A little fluffy in the end if it’s okay. Thanks!

A/N: I got you fam!! Sorry for the long wait. Lots of research and switch up of writers… Here it is!! Part 2 Coming Soon!!!!

Originally posted by chanshine

Chanyeol POV:

My legs shivered as they came in contact with the cold bench. I made sure to have a content look on my face at all times. It would be on broadcast soon, many fans are already angry when they found out I was gonna be on the show, We Got Married.

I fiddled my fingers, thinking of the mystery girl I am supposed to be married to. Well, at least in the show.

“I hope she’s nice…and beautiful,” I remember admitting in the interview, “I hope she can take care of herself, but at times I can be the one to care for her,” I shared.

Waiting for the camera crew to get ready, a man brought me a box. I muttered a quick ‘thank you’ and curled my linen-covered fingers around the edge of the box cap. As I started to pull it up, a makeup artist almost screamed. I look up with panic, she bows and apologizes, realizing that she had caused a scene in the small park.

“You can’t open it until we film, Chanyeol,” she voiced.

“O-ok…” damn, why am I so awkward, I think to myself. I let the box go and put it to the side of me. I clasped my hands together, attempting to avoid looking in the box.

“Okay,” the director says, “let’s get this started.” I stand up. I brush the imaginary dust off of my coat.

“ACTION,” yells the director. A big grin shines on my face. I have to present myself well to my fans.

“Oh, I’m so nervous,” I say, honestly. I hear my stomach growl faintly, but it seems like the entire film crew could tell I was hungry.

“Maybe once I meet my wife, we can go get something to eat,” I anticipated.

I shuffled around quietly, trying to figure out what to do.

“Chanyeol-shi,” whispered the same makeup artist, “get the box.”

A box? Oh! The box!! I remember. I pick it up and finally get to lift the red covering off. In the box was an iPhone, a red scarf, and a tiny note with a poem:

'Use the tech
to find me
as I am the one with the freezing neck’

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Happy Birthday Chanyeo-

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Chanyeol

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,265

Summary:  Fluff, reader request. Chanyeol imagine where you’re both idols and you surprise him onstage for his birthday. 

Originally posted by dibidibi-disrespectful

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zhang yixing is a cool dude

u know what i really like about zhang yixing’s ‘what u need’???
i love that there were female dancers that aren’t just the objects for the men to drool over; they’re not doing a separate dance to make it ‘sexier’ , they’re doing the same dance as the men in the video. idk why i love that so much. it’s just so nice to see female dancers in a video that are in the front. obviously, female dancers can do sexual moves in videos, especially their own - that’s completely their choice - but when i see a male artist’s video with a woman dancing sexually i cant help but feel…. uncomfortable ? not because she’s dancing , not at all, but because it seems slightly exploitative; she’s just in the video for her body.
and i guess that’s why i was happily surprised to see yixing’s mv. it’s just very uncommon in kpop these days to see female dancers in a male artist’s videos without seeing them being sexualised.
idk , just some thoughts

One Thousand Years

Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

Chapter o9.  A Thousand Years  

It was raining.  It’d always been raining those days without him…those days you desperately guarded his grave.  The ground was wet until soil turned into quicksand and earthworms drowned into a heap of rotten flesh.  For without Chanyeol, this forest was no longer your home.  For without your heart, how could you live?  And yet you did, for the child inside of you willed his mother to keep going.

He will be back…

You stroked your growing stomach as you sat down on the hay in front of Chanyeol’s buried body.

One thousand days – you remembered reading on the manual that after taking the magical pill, one had to be guarded by his/her lover for one thousand days straight for it to work.

Peering up into the sky, you allowed the rain droplets to drizzle onto your colorless face.  One thousand days was long but for the promise that you could be able to see your lover again, you’d wait.  All things good come to those who wait.

Just like that glimmer of hope that appeared just before his body bled dry of blood.  As you rocked his lifeless form against your smaller one, the familiar green glow shone through a fracture of a large willow tree.  With an alarmed inhale, you sprinted forward, bent over, and examined the radiant orb.



I knew you didn’t steal it…

Blinking back your tears, you finally recalled that you had accidentally dropped the enchanted sphere from your hands when Chanyeol began to kiss you during your marriage night.

Swiping it into your palms, you harshly wiped away your tears and paced back to Chanyeol.

“Seobangnim…” you called, stroking his chin to encourage him to open up.

But he was rock solid so you pried open his mouth and inserted the pill.  In an instant, he jolted a few times.  The mystical orb lit through his flesh.  When he began to gag white bubbles out and shake convulsively, you held him down with the entirety of your small frame.  Obviously in agony, he flogged around and growled.  A strong gust of wind traveled through the forest.  And then he was limp again.  Sobbing, you planted your lips on top of his one final time before following the manual and burying him six feet under so that his body could mesh back with nature and be reborn as a human.

Even though you knew it was the only way to save him, it still felt like thousands of needles had punctured your chest as you threw him down into the hole.  Blood from your fingers trickled down to accompany him for you had dug out the hole with your bare hands.  With all your remaining strength, you pushed the dirt onto him.

Chanyeol-aaah…” you wept when the soil covered those beautiful ears you used to kiss until every inch and every centimeter was covered.

There was this lingering emptiness and void that you couldn’t describe into words even if you had to.  This feeling of longing but not really…this feeling of separation even when it was a mere six feet apart.

How…how did happiness turn into such dread within a day?

You jerked up in bed.  Blue skinned and glittering with sweat, you huffed and puffed, willing yourself to calm down from the image that haunted your sleep every moment for the past one thousand years.  At the sight of the chandelier lights, you almost fell off the mattress again.  With the bed sheets wrapped over your head, you peeped out to study the intricate ice-like ornaments of the light.  It didn’t even need fire.  Just a tap of a button and it glowed brighter than all the candles of a Buddhist shrine.


Your little bum popped up into the air before settling back down onto the soft mattress.

Wh-what…was that?


Tormented by the foreign noise, you slapped both hands over your ears.

On the vanity table, a rectangular slab lit up and spun in circles while producing the sound of bees.  When it continued its mission to drive you mad, you took this weapon with pink feathers and a handle and began to poke at the slab, thinking that if you did so, you could free the captured pollen lover from its cage.  Though you must have missed its flight of freedom for the buzzing stopped and the slab darkened.

You took a deep breath.

But then thirty seconds later, it started again.  With a startled yelp, you brought the fluffy pillow and feather duster into your arms as a shield and sword duo.  You know…just in case the rectangular enchanted crystal decided to attack you.

Instead, words appeared on the rock, “Dal-nim, Manager-nim, everyone’s waiting for you.  W R U? – Chanyeol”.


With your body tilted several feet back, you stretched out your arm and poked the glowing material.  Settling on the fact that it wasn’t going to come alive and strangle you to death, you took it into your hands and brought it mere inches from your face.


Shyly, you smiled.

So even though Savior is now a human, he still knows super powers!

The light turned off.  Disappointed, you shook it and tapped on the front to revive it but it was dead.  However, you had recalled that Chanyeol’s message had asked for your immediate appearance at the twelve wolves’ dorm, so you slid out of bed and got dressed to wield the large shiny enclosed wagon.

Gripping the wheel, you raised your right foot and tapped a few times on the two flat rubber squares hidden under the driver deck.  One made you go forward (almost crash into another vehicle) and the other saved you just in the nick of time before you slammed against the car in front of you.  It was definitely weird but since it was one of the requirements needed to fulfill the manager role for Chanyeol’s…uh boyband (what?  Like a male bandana?) called EXO, you forced yourself to learn it within five days.

It was drizzling outside, the long slits of rainwater dirtied up the transparent glass, debilitating your vision, so you drove as slow as a turtle.  By the time you got to the boy’s dorm, the twelve “idols” were already standing outside.  Some sported shades, others face masks.  One hopped on after another until the car titter tottered back and forth.  With a wide yawn, Chanyeol took the front passenger seat beside you and threw you a toothy grin.

“Noona!” one young man with crescent moon eyes greeted and then suggested, “Can we stop by the café to get some bubbletea before going to our schedules?”

Another young man, this one with milky white, porcelain doll skin that challenged yours in paleness, rolled up a newspaper and smacked the maknae on the head for his childish behavior.

“Ow!” Suho hyung!” the younger one whined.

“Ignore him, Dal-nim-ssi, we’re already five minutes late!” the leader of the pack exclaimed.

“What?  Really?  Noona, what time is it?” one guy with unique cateyes, spoke with an accent.      

He tried to strain his neck to peer at the front seat but his hyung kept disciplining him and demanding for him to put his seatbelt back on.  Beside you, Chanyeol was having the wildest reactions ever.  Clapping his hands together, like a seal, he laughed until his stomach belched.

At the sight of a red flat color glowing on a three tier light fissure, you stepped on the left pedal.  The car jolted forward then back.  With a makeshift hand visor, you squinted up to nature’s golden egg and concluded, “Forty five degrees from horizon”.

The group of wolf boys snapped their head around as if you had just announced the oddest thing they have ever heard.  Your former lover’s chuckles resonated the interior.  Pointing to the glowing green lights encased inside a box on the car’s dashboard, he corrected, “It’s 9:03”.

Gasping in awe, you turned around and began to admire that striking half smile half smirk of his.  How was he able to just tell the time of day by just staring at the light?  When he continued to grin happily to you, your cheeks fired up into a bright coral.  Biting your lip, you turned back to the wheel to drive.

In front of the elaborately decorated and vast venue, the members all filed out like a flock of released baby ducks.  Suho, who you now knew was the leader of the group, turned around and fixed his dongsaeng’s bow tie.  The tanned skinned baby giant grinned and flung his arm around his hyung’s shoulder.  They played follow the leader into the building.  Grabbing your notebook and their schedule, you exited the car as well.  Notwithstanding the fact that the charity event didn’t even begin until the evening, crowds and crowds of young girls were already camped outside.  Screams and shouts erupted as soon as they caught a glimpse of Sehun’s hair or Kai’s smirk.  Like veterans, each and every one of them smiled widely and waved at their fans.

If you said that you weren’t intimidated, you would be lying.  Never in your life have you seen so many humans.  They were so beautiful; the color of their skin ranged from soft whites to cooper bronzes.  Some even had spiral hair that looked like the aloe plants back in your home.  Automatically, you spun around to stare at your lover.  His tall structure stood out like a tower among peasants.  His lips spanned the entirety of his lower face as he chucked at a fangirl’s reference to him being a “Happy Virus”.

“Chanyeol Oppa!!!” girls screamed as they rushed forward.

The metal barricade see-sawed back and forth as the local security shouted with all their might to make them stay back.  Your lips parted when you witnessed tears stream down the girls’ faces.

“Don’t cry!  Don’t cry!”  Chanyeol pumped his fist and started the chant.  And just like that all five hundred or so observers chanted along until the noise traveled from the streets, into the stadium, and back.

With one final bow, Suho motioned for his brothers to follow him in.  They were scurried into a private room filled with large shiny silver canvases.  You almost screamed when you saw your own reflection.  Curiously, you stuck out your finger and poked the hard surface, making it seem as if your reflection and you were in contact through the tips of your fingers.

Older females ran around the room with palettes filled with colorful powder and fluffy brushes.  One patted the brush along Chanyeol’s already flawless face.  Biting your lip, your legs curiously guided you forward to observe the art of painting on people’s faces instead of of people’s faces.  Dust particles sprinkled into the air as the artist patted on her three-dimensional canvas.  Like pollen tickling your nostrils, the scattered specks caused you to let out a sneeze.

Chanyeol’s large eyes opened wide; his pupils landed on you.  Leaning over, he grabbed a small brush that looked like a rabbit’s tail and motioned with his index finger for you to go over.  Brushing off his face of mischief, you obediently walked over.  The fuzziness snuggled against your nose.  Instantly, you let out a sneeze again.

“Ah, Kyeopta!” he grinned, taking another matching brush to path both sides of your cheeks as if you were a doll.

Though, you weren’t sure what he was doing, you submissively let him continue for you finally got the chance to gaze into those mesmerizing orbs again.  They weren’t honey gold anymore but still held the same glint in his mortal form.

Digging through the vanity drawers, he pulled out a round shaped locket-like case, opened it, and then dabbed the cotton pad against your cheeks.  He mouthed a “woops, too much”, before proceeding to wipe off the excess blush with his own thumb.  Momentarily, he dropped everything, backed up a bit, and peered at your face in the distance. You bashfully fidgeted around with your hands and hung your head to avoid eye contact.  Like a pro, his long fingers lifted your chin up so that your glistening orbs stared back into his.  For a split second, you swore you saw a flicker of gold cast over his eyes as they narrowed like a wild beast marking his prey.  But then his smile widened from ear to ear.          

“Wahh!  Manager-nim is so pretty!” he sat back, with arms folded up as a makeshift pillow, and observed.

Curious, you turned around to look at your reflection yourself.  With the added on color to your face, you actually looked alive and healthy.  A black outline helped enlarge your already big, round eyes until they looked like that of an innocent bunny’s.  A shy smile spread across your face.  

“Hmm…” Chanyeol hummed, broadening his shoulders proudly at his masterpiece.  

Still…so handsome.  Your eyes lined on the verge of tears.

“Lunchtime!” a staff came in and clapped her hands.

The hungry beast idols climbed over tables and chairs, abandoning the wrappers of their snuck-in-snacks to follow the lady in red as she brought them to the cafeteria to fill up their starving tummies.

“Let’s go,” your past lover suggested.

Returning to reality from your lost daze, you nodded and followed him.  The tall gentleman took a seat down on the long table and patted the empty spot next to it for you to join.  Half of the spread out buffet were already devoured.  With a chopstick in his mouth, Chanyeol stood up and actively began to collect food before his brothers ate them all.  You debated whether or not you should follow suit especially since your stomach had just grumbled but before you got up, a plate was placed in front of you.  In the center of it was a white powdered rice cake shaped like a bunny.  On either side were fluffed up coral circles so that it looked as if she was blushing.  You giggled, squeezing it lightly with the tips of your fingers.

“Looks like you,” Chanyeol chirped, pinching your cheeks.

You blinked.

But suddenly, he pouted and held you by your shoulders to scrutinize your face again, “Hmm…I think I added too much blush…”

It only made you blush deeper.  

(Panda is spazzing)

At night, after the charity event, all the tired boys plopped down into the car like zombies.  Snores, groans, and whimpers immediately ensued, creating a melody similar to that of a pig’s barn.  You shook your head and inserted the key to start the engine.

Artificial lights tainted the night sky, stealing the spotlight from their ancestors – the stars.  You opened a small slit on the car window to breath in fresh air, but even that was contaminated with dust and smoke.  It made you miss your home so much.  


You parked in front of the dorm but made no move to wake the boys up yet, because you knew how much they valued their beauty sleep.  Unconsciously, you turned around to gaze at the sleeping angel beside you.  His long lashes lined his closed eyes like lace curtains.  Your hand lifted to touch the warmth you yearned for for one thousand years but upon close contact, he murmured something in his sleep so you hesitantly withdrew your hand.  A tear slid down your face.

Chanyeol-ah…do you know how happy Dal-nim feels to finally meet you again?

His eyes abruptly snapped open as if he was able to read your mind.  Without removing his gaze from your watery eyes, he slowly sat up from his slouched position.  Large hands brushed against your face, taking the salty liquid with it.

“Dal-nim-ah…” he called, your name rolled out of his tongue just like how it did a thousand years ago.    

a/n: omg my kokoro can’t handle this chapter TT_TT!!  Everything is so cute and innocent but there’s this looming poignancy/melancholy.  This is probably one of my favorite chapters.  

Did you guys enjoy the chapter?  Any guesses of what really happened in the past?   

Chanyeol is an actor too. Actors will have to do kissing scenes just like they will have to do killing scenes, crying scenes. It is their job. This movie is also a stepping stone for greater things for Chanyeol. I didn’t think this was something serious to get upset about. 

P.S. go support his movie if it’s showing near you.

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Chanyeol - 160716 Instagram account update: “널갖겠어”

Translation: “You’re mine”

Credit: real__pcy. (Note: Chanyeol named his Geodude ’D.O’; incidentally this Geodude is female.)

anonymous asked:

did you see that mess re: tiffany? i am already seeing ppl calling her the female chanyeol as a means to insult/drag her. like i get it, cy has fucked up a lot in the past and i am absolutely not here for excusing my fave's fuckups, but by and large, we have seen him grow a lot this year. i guess the concept of growth is still foreign to many, so this constant need to throw him under the bus at every opportunity, or calling him useless/ugly/other insults has just become first instinct. :/

i did. the funny thing is…….for all the things they’re shitting on him for baekhyun has said the same things but lately everyone’s all over him and always praising him and it’s like they’ve all collectively chosen to forgive and forget about his past mistakes. so why can’t people do that for chanyeol too? is he not allowed to learn and grow as a person? all the good things he’s done are now invalid because of what he’s done/said in the past? a member can hit him, make fun of him, reject him and it’s funny because oh they’re just joking they’re all friends so it’s okay but chanyeol so as much as play around with kyungsoo and he’s “gross and annoying”. chanyeol reacts more than others and he’s fake and attention seeking. chanyeol doesn’t react and instead of people wondering if he’s okay they’ll suddenly bring up how all of exo must be tired. chanyeol puts out his own music to share with his fans but doesn’t do well in one performance and he’s called talentless. i think it’s the fans’ turn to better themselves. but if you really don’t like chanyeol don’t squeeze yourself in conversations you don’t belong in. let us cy stans worry about him. let us talk freely about him without you inserting your unwanted opinions or dragging him down. we know what he did. WE KNOW