#and perfect and silly and everything to me

[violet-eng]

🔞 Teen Thanos x teen fem!reader

A/N: This friend had a dream and I got obsessed with it… she wanted me to write it and I did my best.

Summary: Choi Subong, your friend, starts acting weird when he looks at you deadly in the eye during classes. You may think he's developing a crush with your seat friend… But maybe you're wrong.

Mdni

Tw: Last year students, shy, jealous and insecure reader, use of the name Thanos once, reader thinks he's in love with someone else, reader gets jealous because Thanos holds someone's hand, virgin!reader, lost of virginity, clumsy!thanos, but eventually experienced!Subong/Thanos, softdom!thanos, bottom!reader, fingering, p i v, missionary, small biting, small talk. Not edited.

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You knew him to the core.

You knew he wanted to become a rapper, you knew he loved hip hop and longed to travel to the United States. You knew every detail of his face, the sharp eyes and the hair that fell on his forehead, the way his fingers vibrate around the pencil when an idea came to his mind for a new verse.

Choi Subong was an innocent soul with sporadic nuances, a maze of spontaneous thoughts embodied in a pretty-faced teenager.

And you... You were a tumult of questions, a swirl of insecurities and tasks. You perceived yourself as so opposite to him, an explicit divergence in your personalities that somehow or other made your friendship work.

You liked him, your affection for him was so deep and innocent that you found yourself hopelessly wrapped up in an idyllic unrequited feeling. You were not his type, it was clear to you, boys like him don't fall in love with girls like you, but rather with girls like your seatmate.

Ah... she sure was cute, as confident as she was witty, as lacking in insecurities, as perfect for him... and that was exactly what made you confused. Because if she was the idealization of his perfect partner model, what was he doing staring at you during the first period break?

Longing, misfortune, inspiration, confusion, fear, insecurity, caution, restraint, pain... his gaze was as indecipherable as he himself was. Sitting at his desk a few steps away from yours, amidst the hustle and bustle of the room, the conversations around you became blurred and the voices more and more distant, because his gaze on you seemed to placate everything around you.

No, he definitely couldn't be looking at you, not in that way that made your heart beg for a chance, for a word or a look that was more intimate, more his and precisely right for you, for both of you. It wasn't you, it was never you, it was her. The certainty was cruel, your mind was determined to forge that truth and live around it: Subong liked your friend (silly).

You were back that day from lunch, chatting with your friends, sitting at your desk while fixing the boards of your skirt, when you saw Subong approaching you. He was going to say something, you were sure.

You said something about the food at lunch, but he said nothing. Sitting across from you, that look again...doubt, pain, longing. His eyes glittered, enthusiastic orbs chained to a torment you didn't know, undecipherable.

The second period bell was the only thing that could cut the tension of the moment, dragging Subong back to his seat.

The end of the second period. On the way home, at the corner, your friend eagerly grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you vigorously as she let out a shout of joy.

“Subong likes you!” she exclaimed with eagerness.

“What weird things you say...” you shook your head.

“He looks at you as if he would die if he spoke to you.”

“He must want to ask me for some favor, maybe he wants to go out with you.”

She snorted, so deep it seemed to move the treetops. “Of course not, for God's sake, he pays more attention to you than to his rhymes.”

You grimaced in disagreement.

“I want fried chicken” she said suddenly grabbing you by the hand and dragging you to the nearest store.

You were drinking soda when the group of guys came in, friends from school, Subong among them. He was petrified when he met your gaze.

Everyone at the table shared small talk, Subong and you a couple of laughs and comments, and maybe the occasional grazing of hands as you tried to grab the sauce for the chicken. Your friend looked at him, then at you. One had to be very foolish not to sense what you both felt but were afraid to confess.

The group left as night was falling, almost everyone walking in the same direction, until an intersection separated the three of you from the rest. The chatter was pleasant, your friend held your hand, Subong walked behind both of you.

“Come Subong, I can't hear you well” she said, dragging him between the two of you, causing him to instinctively grab your hand... just like hers. Subong's fingers were warm, the warmth of his skin wrapped around your palm as his thumb lazily caressed the back of your hand.

It was almost perfect, except that he was also holding your friend's hand... was he also caressing her hand? did he fit better with her than with you? was this some kind of charity?

“I forgot something” you said suddenly ceasing to walk, pulling your hand almost too roughly away from his. The chill of the night running across your skin almost at the instant of separation.

And then, the martyrizing picture, just as you suspected... They looked good together, him taller, his firm hand encircling her delicate digits, almost caging her small limb, so clinging to her.

“I'll go,” your friend said, suspecting the worst, it was as if she read the wave of theories overflowing through your mind.

"No, it's okay. Go ahead without me" you insisted turning around and walking to who knows where.

Moving down the street, you still felt the tingle of his fingers on your skin, the electricity of his ambiguous touch, the sway of his walk and the sound of his voice, the closeness of your deep harmony. You sensed him so intimate, so alien to the rest, but deep down you felt that he would never be yours, not even for you.

So foolish you had been to believe for a moment that Subong felt something for you.

The sudden weight on your shoulder pulled you away from your own trance. You didn't have to turn around to know it was him, his fingertips digging into your clothes, static on your skin, lightly moving your shoulder to make you turn to look at him.

“How long have you been following me?” you asked bluntly. Still turning your back to him.

“As soon as you left I followed you” his hand trailed down your arm to your wrist, “I wasn't going to leave you walking alone, I'm taking you”, he began to guide you down the street.

And again that pleasant sensation that made your heart shrink, his hand covering yours with indelible naturalness. But it hurt, for some reason you couldn't conceive the idea that at least deep down, he held a shred of affection for you.

“I'd rather go alone,” you said, waving your hand, releasing yourself from his grip.

He turned to you, round eyes with surprise, and yet his hand found yours again almost like a magnet.

“Subong, stop it” you exclaimed pushing his insistence away with disdain.

“What's wrong with you?” he gasped, almost as disgusted as you were, his lips in a pout, “you've been acting strange all day.”

“Me?” the expression was as sharp as it was disappointing, "I'm not the one who came over after lunch to stare at someone silently, you talk as if I'm the one who was staring at you during second period. You're the one staring at me like a zombie, you walk up to me without saying anything, and when I think you're going to act normal you hold my hand in a way you don't do to a friend...you make me believe things that aren't there. Being honest, I don't understand you, if you're playing a game tell me because I really don't think I can stand whatever it is you're…”

Words catch in your throat as his lips meet yours, catching the claim in his breath, wrenching away misery and every hint of insecurities with the synchronized movement of your mouths. Soft, yes, his lips were soft as you imagined, deft and cautious, prudence contained in shy assaults of his tongue.

“You talk too much” he said over your lips, careful not to break the kiss as his hands cupped your cheeks.

No one was home, and all the while you two were a pair of off-balance idiots, giggling between kisses trying to get out of each other's clothes. Your foreheads pressed together with your hearts in a frenzy.

The room felt so small, the heat was unsettling as Subong's hands tried to undo your blouse with little proficiency. The anxiety of this dance of desire collapsed Subong's skills, who laughed nervously as he removed the clasp from your skirt.

The fabric rolled down your legs, leaving you in your underwear, the blush creeping up your cheeks, and him, his lips parted as his gaze roamed over you as if you were a dish he was eager to devour, as if you were an unknown world.

Pants off. Now you were on the mattress, Subong on top of you. You didn't dare look at him, you felt ashamed to have to see his….

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” you replied almost too quickly, too confidently compared to his serene, almost shy tone.

He just nodded, cautious, a subtle nod of his head.

He pressed his lips together as if encouraging himself, and grabbed your panties from the corners, sliding his hands over your hips and thighs, he seemed too focused on this, almost doubtful... Is it that he didn't want to? He didn't know how to do it? Subong wasn't a virgin... or was he?

“You know how to do it don't you?” the cautious way you said it had to have been too funny to draw a smile from Subong. His face seemed to light up.

“You think Thanos is a virgin?” he asked as he settled your legs around his hips, the third person mention had stolen a chuckle from you

“We won't be needing this” he said leaning towards you. His hands found your bra clasp with a familiar nature, weathered and trained as he uncovered the valley of your breasts from their captivity .

"I thought..."

“You were just making me nervous, that's all... I didn't want you to be regrets” the words carried so much lust, but his eyes held so much innocence... Or something darker, something you couldn't decode.

“Subong” you caressed his cheek, his name uttered like a desperate oath.

He leaned in vehemently, his lips finding yours, his bare chest against your bare breasts, your erect nipples against his restless throbbing, his member touching your lower belly.

He is cautious in touching you, his fingertips burning on your skin as he roams you as if you would break in his arms, probes beneath the shadow of your breasts and the curve of your waist, dipping low enough to make you shudder beneath him.

His lips descend to your chin, his tongue traces the line of your jaw and designates your neck as his favorite domain, sucking the skin furiously, oblivious to the designs of sanity, feeling you begin to wriggle from the stimulation.

The heat grows between your thighs, and without leaving your neck, Subong's fingers slide between your legs. Almost as if summoned by your growing ecstasy.

Your nails dig into his scarred shoulders, tanned skin beginning to sweat from the warmth of your incessant moans.

His fingers slip through your juices, parting your folds cautiously, drawing moans from your throat. He caresses you gingerly, smooth and sober, as he leaves kisses on your collarbone, descending to your chest, designating a route to the tacit foreplay.

One of his fingers touches your entrance, and you almost gasp as he moves in. Thin, hard, and determined. You moan as you arch your back, Subong's hand for support, between your shoulder blades caressing the sweaty skin, as his mouth sucks at your buttons.

He takes his time inserting his second finger, invading your insides, touching fibers you didn't know could be touched, sending waves of heat between your legs, to your abdomen. The swirl of sensations clouding your vision. His fingers begin to move in rhythm, digging inside you, the wet sound overtaking your moans.

You feel the tingling increase, the warmth of that unfamiliar sensation spreading to your thighs. The sway of his fingers is smooth, gentle and peaceful, he was seeking your own pleasure, not his. He wanted to show how good he could make you feel.

“More” the words roll fluidly across your tongue, as if they were part of your vocabulary. And when Subong's fingers leave you, making you miss that feeling of fullness, you feel something else...

There was no way you could stretch that wide, but his length advancing inside you, centimeter by centimeter, seemed to remove all traces of doubt.

“Subong~” your cry is an amalgam of pleasure and pain, diamonds of tears appearing at the corners of your eyes.

“The first time hurts a little, I know” he whispers against your chest, frowning and anchoring his fingers into your skin as his cock breaks through your velvet walls.

Tight, virginal, fragile and delicate, there was an appendage of guilt in his intrusion as he ripped away your innocence with his passion. He was inside, you could feel him coursing around every corner, the strange texture exploring your womanhood, filling you as far as he could.

A growl from him, as he sunk his face into the crook of your neck, his hand stroking your hair, tangling a lock in his fist as your chin rested on his shoulder. His scent filled your mind with lust, growing ardor of unknown sensations, trapped beneath him, filled with his desire for you.

As he began to move you felt the sky pounce on you, your back sliding across the mattress in a back and forth of deep, soft but deep lunges, as your ear was bathed by his low moans, that husky, dark voice crying out your name.

“You don't know how bad you make me” he said leaving a bite on your neck, his hips pressing against yours, pounding you with the rush of fluids.

"I thought so much of you. In this" a stray caress in your hair, as his crescendoing motion pushed you further and further.

You clung to his back, his shoulder against your nose during his penetrating fluctuation, as he seemed to pull you tighter into a kind of embrace, leaving wet kisses on your cheek.

“I was afraid you wouldn't accept me” a growl after it, a deep one as he felt you tighten on him, “I was afraid I could never have you like this” the pace frantic, relentless.

Your back arches, the heat growing in your abdomen, your nails marking his skin, the scarlet traces of your ebullient stride, of your climb to ecstasy.

Erratic and wild, Subong did not want to let go, clinging to your walls, to that soft spot that pounded incessantly, insisting on hearing you scream his name.

Heat, burning, pressure... the release was as hot as the ascent, the weight wrenched away with a final onslaught as you felt the tangle inside you unravel and your muscles convulse.

Subong stayed in you, deep, as you both moaned, embraced, joined in various ways. One last kiss on your neck before he pulled out of you, the strings of his ecstasy escaping from your insides, wet and warm, as much as the kisses he began to place on your shoulder as he lay next to you, his arm under your head and his breath against your skin. You looked up at the ceiling as your feet tangled together, as your heart slowed.

Those furtive glances continued during breaks, during classes, and intensified when hiding in the music room after school, when Subong would drop his notebook full of verses about you to lift your skirt and corner you against the wall, or when during lunch he would touch your thigh maybe too far above the knee... in any case you didn't stop him because those deep black eyes begging for affection were your damn weakness..

[three-semicolons]

Prompt: During a fight with a magical entity, members of the bat family are all forced to hear Dick’s inner thoughts. Luckily, the magic is set to naturally fade in a few weeks, but unluckily, there is no way to expedite the process. They figure that telling Dick would only serve to make him uncomfortable, so it is decided cumulatively to keep quiet about it.

A lot is revealed, but now those afflicted with the curse must decide whether it’s worth it to confess the whole situation to Dick or to leave the revelations unaddressed.

Below are possible avenues this could be taken, from fluffy to angsty:

1.) Everyone kind of doubts that Dick loves them as much as he says. There’s so much self-loathing in the bat family that, even though Dick hugs and comforts and serves in any way he can, there’s always this underlying notion that it’s all a performance.

But then Dick tells Tim “good job” on a patrol night, and his inner thoughts continue with an I’m so proud of you. Look at how much you’ve grown.

Jason decides to actually come to dinner one night and Dick gives him a polite hug, but inside he’s gushing I can’t believe you’re here, I’m so happy to see you, I missed you, I love you.

Bruce gives Dick an apology for something he did and Dick accepts it in a way that Bruce would normally interpret as more placating than anything, but then he hears I could never hate you, you’re everything to me, I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done.

Stephanie feels insecure about her place as a vigilante, and Dick tells her she’s doing just fine. But as he walks away to continue his route, she hears You’re just like me, all fire and passion and determination. I can’t believe how well you’ve made a name for yourself — better, younger, and with less support than I ever had.

Etc etc.

2.) Number 1 but angsty. Essentially, Dick’s real reaction to the jabs his siblings make.

Damian makes some throw-away comment about Dick being trailer trash or of impure blood and Dick responds with his normal chastising grin and a “Dami, come on now!”. But Damian is flooded with memories of cold juvie hallways and the longing for a crowded bonfire and raucous laughter while inside an empty, desolate manor and an I miss you please come back I love you please-

Jason spits a comment about Dick being a perfect golden boy with Batman wrapped around his finger and Dick playfully sticks out his tongue, but inner-Dick retorts with a grim I wish he felt that way. Maybe then he would have adopted me.

Tim is ranting about his most recent relationship woes to Dick and makes an off-hand comment about how he wouldn’t understand because he’ll take any ass he can get and implies he’s kind of a man-whore, but chokes halfway through when he’s suddenly flooded with rain and a painful grip on his wrists and a pleading no please stop please I’m poison don’t touch me. It disappears almost instantly, and the only affirmation he gets that anything happened at all is the worried look Dick flashes at him — like Tim was the one they should be concerned about.

3.) Dick’s inner monologue is filled with a series of statements that are increasingly worrying. They begin as what could be excused as weird intrusive thoughts or just Dick being Dick, but a combination of recurring themes and escalating severity causes the family to eventually realize that something is very wrong. Use your favorite Dick trauma of choice.

Add more if you want! You could also do something shippy if you want a character who thinks their crush on Dick is unrequited but it turns out Dick feels the same way, or even a silly game night fic where Dick keeps losing at Poker because he’s narrating his cards, and over time he becomes convinced that everyone is cheating. Which, you know, they kind of are.

Go nuts with it.

[angelsafa]

Hello my angels,

Sorry for dissapearing this week guys. I have been (and still am) doing my research on non dualism and honestly, once you compare it with loa, loa seems so silly.

Just wanted to share it and that I've been doing my research and learning more about it, and Im probably more comfortable with it than with loa.

So yeah, you can say im not a loa blogger anymore?

Dont get me wrong, loa is so helpful and it works just as well, and I've manifested like pretty much most of my things with it, but non-dualism is just perfect, like it answered all my questions that loa couldnt, the concept is just what I've been looking for, and I just resonate with it completely.

For example the concepts of 3d and 4d. I use them bcs that's what people understand and to make it more easy for you my loves, but I never thought of them separately. Like I've always belived in just one. And that's exactly what non-dualism says.

Also, the time thing. I never felt comfortable with persisting and the 3d catching up. Like hello? I don't want to wait so I won't?

And pretty much anything that non-dualism says, the egos, the I AM, we are just all one, eiypo, etc.

And well, that's it. Don't worry my sweet angels, I will make a post soon (probably I'll yap a lot) for you to help you understand and the differences and see things clearly and stuff.

So yeah. Remember you are the designer of your lifes and I can't stress this enough my loves. Literally, when I tell you you can do ANYTHING, like wtf do you realize how much power you got??

I can't accept anyone crying over a boy or a bad grade or anything, simply I won't accept that from you. You are literally the creator of everything and you deserve ANYTHING that you (your ego, whatever) desires.

You got this my angels.

Lots lots lots of love,

Safa

(also sorry if there are any errors it's just that it's 3 AM here and im literally half asleep so yeah)

[dao-afterdark]

— [ episode 001 ]

synopsis: the start of your lust.

warning(s): reader is horny, top!m!reader, masturbation, feminization (even tho Sunnie is gender fluid, but he and Shiki are playing as girls), reader is half korean.

a/n: this took me too long to finish lol, but we ride at dawn🐎. i plan to make these typically shorter in length so don’t be too upset lol. danny, as well as skz family gave me inspiration for this piece! please for the love of everything, have your age in your bio y’all.

tagz 🏷️: @sooniebby @rarealienbutt @carnalcrows

It’s the first day of filming for a silly family show with you and your other members, and it’s no surprise what your role is: the bad boy boyfriend.

Sunnie was assigned to play as your girlfriend as well as the youngest daughter, and Joon-woo wasn’t entirely pleased with the outcome, finding the idea of his brother roleplaying as a woman insulting, but Sunnie was open to the idea, and management wasn’t going to change the roles anyways.

Apparently, the fans voted on the roles.

The stylist Noonas dressed you in dark colored clothes. Shirt tight and plain, your pants filled with plenty of rips and tears, some chunky boots, and a leather jacket with spikes to complete the look. The makeup artist made your knuckles look as if you’d gotten into a fight, and your hair was styled perfectly by your personally chosen hairstylist.

You took a few pictures for later to post whilst waiting for the others to finish, and the next to walk in was Hyeon.

Hyeon had two roles in this little family show. He was to play as the oldest son who’s a lousy disappointment, and he was also meant to play as a weird uncle, but that’s for future episodes. Hyeon was dressed in baggy jeans, a tank top and an oversized jacket hugging over his frame. A cap faced backwards over his lilac tresses, glasses perched across his nose which was decorated with fake piercings, as well as his lips and ears. The perfect image of a disappointing son from a traditional family.

“Looking good as always, Hyung,” he grins, before pulling a cringey fuck boy expression. It quickly sends you both into a fit of laughter, the both of you smacking each other playfully.

“Alright, enough you two. Don’t ruin the Noonas’s hard work.”

It’s Hyun Shik, also sometimes known as Shiki, who’s dressed in a peach colored, modern styled hanbok. He’s adorned with a long brown wig and light touch of makeup that made him pass almost swimmingly as a woman.

“Look at our maknae~,” Hyeon coos teasingly, shifting his entire body towards him. “Already bossing us around like a mother.”

A light snort leaves you as Shiki sits down on the couch beside Hyeon, smacking him on the shoulder lightly, smiling all the while.

“You look nice, Shiki-yah,” you compliment. “Are you comfortable?”

Hyun Shik gives you a soft nod, looking sweetly angelic and touched by your care. “Yes, Hyung, thank you checking on me. I can’t wait to enjoy acting as the boss!”

“Our mommy maknae!” Hyeon teased loudly, and you quickly join in on the chaos.

“Maknae all grown up, and married to Joonie-hyung~!”

“Stooopp!” Hyun Shik whines, soon snickering while hiding behind one hand and shooing at you and Hyeon with the other.

Soon Seong-Jin and Joon-woo join you all, Jin’s voice being heard first before he’s seen.

Seong-Jin’s wearing a white compression shirt that hugged his muscular frame, and dark sweatpants. He was meant to play as the star athlete, middle son.

And Joon-woo was dressed sharply like a cold business man, his black hair slicked back with one strand dangling in between his eyes.

You’re not surprised by any of their roles.

Sunnie finally joins the the rest of you, dressed modestly and less traditionally like Hyun Shik. Sunnie wore a white button up shirt that was tucked into a long jean skirt. Around his neck drips a simple locket, and pearls hang from his earlobes. He too, wore a wig, but instead of brown it was black like Joon-woo’s hair. There’s a tad bit more makeup on him than there is on Shiki, but it complimented Sunnie well.

“Wow, Hyung! You look pretty too!” Seong-Jin exclaims in awe.

“Always so beautiful,” Shiki follows up sweetly.

Cool and slender fingers push your lower jaw up slowly, and you see Hyeon smiling at you like a fox, one eye shut. “You’ll drool on yourself~,” he teases lowly.

With a playful scoff, you shove him, and Hyeon dramatically falls into Hyun Shik’s lap.

“Mommy! Hyung’s being so mean to me!” he whines, snuggling his face into Shiki’s stomach and looping and arm around his waist.

Shiki softly rolls his eyes and tugs on a few strands of Hyeon’s head, his cap having fallen. “So dramatic, Ye-hyung.”

“You look so pretty too, Shiki-yah! Everyone looks so good!” Sunnie squeals, plopping down beside Seong-Jin with a little bounce.

Joon-woo glances up and says nothing, soon returning his gaze to his phone, clearly more invested in whatever it is he’s looking at.

Shortly afterwards, you and the others are escorted to a high school academy that the company rented out for a small time. Sunnie and you went first, filming small romantic shots to establish the characters relationship to the audience. Majority of it is improvised, which Sunnie took to easily like a duck in water; more than likely it had to do with Sunnie being close to an actor you’ve heard all about from both him and Joon.

You’ve yet to meet Gem Siriwong, but you can’t deny that your curiosity is peeked. While you hear all sorts of positives from Sunnie, Joon on the other hand didn’t seem to share the same sentiment. He didn’t go into much detail when you prodded for answers, only stating that he thinks Gem is a bad influence, and is bound to get Sunnie in trouble due to her outspoken mouth. You wanted to argue, but knew it’d be pointless at the end of the day. Joon was always hyper vigilant about the group’s image, which is fair since the group is still in its fledgling stage, although you wonder how he manages to sleep at night while constantly stressing over all the fine details of the idol lifestyle.

But thankfully you’re not the leader and just the right hand.

Filming can be exhausting, especially since filming content is majorly what you do to connect and entertain your fans, but that on top of nonstop singing and learning choreography… It can take a lot out of those who aren’t accustomed to it, hell, even to those who are honestly. But it’s a good thing you enjoy it, because this is your passion. You worked too damn hard to get here.

You and Sunnie make it fun for yourselves and the staff watching, but not too much to get behind on schedule— because you most definitely didn’t want to get a lecture from Joon. He had a way to make you feel real uncomfortable when you���re in trouble.

You begin to notice some things the more you and Sunnie continue to act as a couple. Sunnie is the main visual of the group, and the Lovelies have associated his radiant beauty to a swan or peacock. Everyone knows Sunnie is attractive, but… Right now, as you sit on the couch together, the other members sitting opposite of you both, you begin to take in Sunnie’s appearance while he argues with his “family” about you.

His skin is soft and smooth like Egyptian Cotton, the scent of cherry blossoms wafting into your nose and seeping straight into your brain, making your mind hazy. His lips are like the skin of a white peach, plush, vibrant and slick with gloss, so inviting that you want to bruise them with your teeth. Just like his neck, you wish to watch the fair skin bloom into purple, misshapen blossoms.

Why now are you noticing these little details? Why now are these thoughts surfacing and making your body permeate with sweat, heat, and aching hunger?

The feeling of Sunnie’s frame pressed against you burns in both a scathing and pleasant way, but you want more. You need more.

Dark peach blossom eyes look up at you, plush lips formed into a pout.

‘Oh god.. Ohgod—.’

“Oppa…!” Sunnie whines, using his aegyo voice but pitching it to sound a little more feminine. You gulp harshly as if you’re swallowing hot glass. “Were you even listening?”

Fixing your expression back into its unwavering confidence with a mix of slight genuine softness, you soothe Sunnie like any lover would. “Sorry, Jagiya,” you coo, gently poking his nose and trailing it down to his bottom lip, earning a startled expression from him and a small delicate blush. “I was too distracted by your beauty to care about what they were saying. They’re irrelevant to me.”

That earns a scoff from Joon, an exclamation from Jin, and an instigating giggle from Hyeon.

“Can you forgive me?” you asks sweetly.

Those eyes of his suddenly grow a little more darker, but you have no time to think much about it as Sunnie takes refuge into your chest, arms wrapped around you. “Aww~! I forgive you, Oopa!”

And that goes straight to your cock. AGAIN.

“Yah! Sungie, stop giving him the time of day! He’s a hoodlum!” Seong-Jin protests vehemently, pointing at you as if you offended him.

You want to throttle Joon and fist fight the company on this ridiculous relationship ban! You swear, you’re not some horny bastard that only cares about getting his dick wet, but you can’t deny that your need has been steady building; your hand is getting boring, and porn is so over exaggerated for the most part, so you’re forced to edge for the most part.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips, and Sunnie looks up at you with quiet confusion, but you just pull him closer, thumb rubbing into his shoulder to reassure him.

Filming proceeded as normal, you keeping your thoughts in check and thinking about literally anything else so that you don’t pop a hard one out of nowhere; although you nearly did when you all had to pose for the thumbnail and Sunnie was positioned on your lap. You could feel your lips trembling slightly while you smiled for the camera, hoping Sunnie didn’t notice your rapidly beating heart, or your hands dampening with sweat, and praying that you didn’t look like a deer in headlights or a hostage victim.

Thankfully, for everyone’s sake, filming finishes before it gets too late out, so you and the others were back at your dorms by 8 rather than 11 or worse. Your dignity was still intact, but your mind was still reeling.

Once safely inside, the maknae line head straight to Sunnie and Shiki’s shared room, giggles and Seong-Jin’s naturally boisterous voice being heard soon after the door closes.

“Yah! Take that ridiculous makeup off, Sung-Ho!” Joon-woo calls sternly, striding to the kitchen, probably checking to see if there was enough to make a home cooked meal tonight. You hope it’s take out because it’s your turn for dish duty.

“I’m going to go shower,” you call out to Joon.

“Don’t take forever. I need to shower too. Planning to head to the studio after dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

After practically drowning yourself in cold water and doing your demanded night and skin routine, food was delivered, the smell of fresh, Korean barbecued wings, legs, and thighs, and bulgogi hitting your nose, making your stomach rumble with anticipation and your mouth salivate.

Hyeon was already there along with Joon, his lilac hair pushed back by a headband and dressed in cute pajamas that Hyun Shik bought him for his birthday. You notice that he’s quite attached to them surprisingly.

You join the two, deciding to wait for the others while Joon eat diligently. When the three finally join they’re all dressed in their night clothes, but Sunnie still had his makeup from filming on. He still looked good with it even now…

“Hyungs!” Jin calls after taking several bites of food. “Sungie, Shiki-yah, and I are gonna do a VLive after dinner! Wanna join?”

“Can’t, going to the studio,” Joon replies immediately.

“Told you~,” Sunnie sings proudly, knowing his brother best. “He’s a workaholic, Jinnie, no one can pull him away from work. Aiya, he’s practically married to his job!”

Joon looks up from his food, throwing him a brief unamused expression and intending to continue eating, that’s is, until he spots Sunnie’s face, his frown grows bigger. “Why do you still have that on?” he nags, sighing.

“I got distracted!” Sunnie whines again. “I’ll take it off, don’t worry.”

“Ah, don’t worry over something so trivial, Joonie-hyung,” Hyeon purrs. “Go back to inhaling your food so you can go see your wife.”

“Quit playing around,” Joon snorts, smirking a little.

Sunnie’s gaze remains on his bowl, shoulder slightly hunched, but he perks up when Shiki asks him if he could have some of his bulgogi.

Your brows furrow a bit, idling toying with the marinated wing in your grasp. Again, you’re not so sure as to why Joon’s so insistent on the makeup thing; it’s about the third time he’s told Sunnie now. Makeup is key for idols, hiding what’s deemed imperfections and giving the illusion of dewy, smooth and flawless skin. The image of perfection when there is no such thing. Everyday you and the others are required to wear it, and again, the fans voted on the roles.

You shake your head and sink your teeth into the piping hot chicken. Perhaps you’re overthinking it. Joon’s just being an older brother, and doesn’t want Sunnie to forget he has it on and sleep with it…

Yeah. You’re overthinking it.

Bellies are soon full and everyone begins to split off. Hyeon declined to join the three maknae’s live stream, wanting to get in some sleep while he has the chance, and you agreed with him.

Seong-Jin pouts but it’s not their for long. “Alright, Hyungs! Have a good nights sleep! I promise we won’t be too loud or stay up too late!”

“He acts more like a puppy than Shiki-yah,” Hyeon chuckles, heading to his bedroom. “Night, Hyung.”

“Night Hyeonie,” you coo sweetly, getting a fake gag from the other man.

After cleaning up the mess, you head to your room, turning the LED lights on, the colors slowly bleeding into new ones over a short period of time. Exhaustion hangs over your shoulders, but not enough to where you can just power down and become dead to the world. So your thumbs scroll through your fed from your private social media account, appreciating the edits and dances your Lovelies have all done, and quietly praising the creative eyes, and passionate energy they have.

Is it egotistical to look at stuff the fans made (especially if you’re involved)? Maybe, but you’re smart enough to not let it go to your head.

Just as your eyes become a bit more heavier, an edit catches your attention, the thumbnail of Sunnie’s face, and the caption catching your attention.

It’s an edit of Sunnie, seductive shots taken from a few of your music videos, and from your first concert in Seoul, ‘Na Na’ by Trey Songz infiltrating the silence that persists in your room.

sungiesPlayBunni: this man is a certified freak, I know he is😔😏.

You snort, ignoring the fluttering in your gut. You dive into more comments, curious.

sunshiklover: it’s wild how he looks like an angel, but looks like a slut when it’s time to work 😜🔥

jinniejinjin: stop, I’m meant to be loyal to my Jinnie😩😩😩.

╰┈➤sunshiklover: join the Sunnie cult😈. Let him be your bias wrecker!

joonxsung: I’d do anything to be the one he’s looking at like that😍🤤.

╰┈➤sungiesPlayBunni: aye yo? weird ass username you got🤨. You know they’re brothers right?

╰┈➤ joonxsung: yeah and? 🤷‍♀️

You shudder. It’s so strange that people actually ship those two, and poor Sunnie and Joon looked horrified when they first found out. You kept scrolling, briefly reading more until one catches your eye.

sunnibearXOxo: I can’t wait to see Sunnie playing as (Y/N)nie’s girlfriend! I’ll be using it for fanfic fuel🤩😜!

╰┈➤ (Y/N)theTeddyBear: another (S/N) shipper 👀👀!? Drop your ao3 or tumblr!!!

╰┈➤ sunnibearXOxo: of course babes!😜.

Of course, shipping amongst fans comes with the territory, and idols unfortunately can’t stop it even if some ships make them uncomfortable. You don’t really care- as long as it’s nothing weird- you mostly find it amusing and harmless. You’ve never dared to look at fanfiction though. Just edits you’ve seen in passing and occasionally some fan art. This shouldn’t be a big deal, but for some reason this make your heart uneasy. Maybe it’s because of your not so appropriate thoughts about Sunnie today.

Shaking your head aggressively, you swipe out of the app, shamefully heading to your private browser and popping in an earphone. Maybe rubbing one off will help…

You do everything to not think about those sweet boba eyes, and plush pink lips while you fuck into your hand desperately, but you fail and cum so hard anyways, guilt slamming into you shortly afterwards.

Yeah, you’re in some deep shit if you don’t get ahold of yourself.

᭄᭡ decor credits to: @/mischiefesse, uzmacchiato, cafekitsune, inklore.

[natsswife]

fwb nat x fem!reader

something silly i wrote while listening to naked in manhattan<3 also im literally out of inspo rn HELP send ideas or sum PLSS

summary: nat broke the silent agreement of not falling in love w u:((

cw: mention of drugs, kinda suggestive, kinda toxic nat(?, oblivious reader, lmk if i missed smth!!

notes: def not my best work but i mean it when i say im out of inspo, writers block hitting too hard nsjkdksjd

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༘⋆ it all started with an innocent kiss during some party, you and nat were both wasted and almost didnt know what were doing

༘⋆ except for nat who for some reason got sober out of nowhere as soon as she realized that ur lips were on hers!! was almost hard for her to tell that it was real but oh boy seeing the girl she has complicated feelings for (love for sure was one of them) made her world upside down

༘⋆ the next morning was kinda awkward, the way u were very VERY oblivious/ignorant of what happened last night made her hopes go down instead, or well atleast that was what  nat thought

༘⋆ but what she didn't expect was for you to drag her behind the bleachers after a match and question her on everything that happened last night

“i have a feeling that i- we kinda fucked up last night right? tell me everything nat or im breaking with u”  fucked up??? That's what you call a long make out session with her?? it amazed her the way you didn't notice how that wasted kiss almost changed her life while u were there thinking that it was a MISTAKE????

༘⋆ after she told you everything nat could swear she noticed the way you were kinda happy? with everything that happened? after almost telling her that it was a mistake, you're now suddenly kinda curious about it, asking for details AND asking if you could do it again?

༘⋆ but who is nat to reject you and your brought from heaven lips??, so of course she kissed you again, this time longer, kinda messy but full of love (from her pov), careless that jackie or someone might be near and see u both, if you wanted to retrieve what happened last night she will make sure the job will be done ten times better than before!!

༘⋆ it almost turned into a routine, everyday, behind the bleachers, after a noisy jackie left because one day she almost caught you kissing and Nat being hands deep in your bra, till one day you made sure your parents left for 2 weeks and invited her over, everyday, after classes, till midnight.

༘⋆ those 2 weeks for you both were the best of the best, the sloppy makeouts, the way you let her touch your body, how you let her be the top and take care of everything, but for nat were something more, she knew that all this was just some silly extra friendship activities because all the mornings after in school you were still treating her as your “bestie”  but her heart was taking another direction, she started to enjoy it way too much for her liking, she hated the way her heartbeat increased every time the bell rang and you, like any other day, came to her desk, wait for her and then walk to your home and start the same “we are probably fucking up our friendship but oh god does it feels good” routine

༘⋆ but what she hated the most was that horrible feeling every time she watched you spend too much time with lottie, hated the way during lunch you ditch her and instead run up to lottie and spend the whole break with her instead of your “best friend” , the way sometimes you make your conversations about perfect charlotte mathews and how she’s a badass on field, has a lot of money, and how she gifted you some of her expensive jackets that she "swears goes very perfect with your cute style” and especially how you started wearing them almost everyday.

༘⋆ was it jealousy? maybe but nat wont accept it, anddddd wont accept that after seeing you spend a lot of time with lottie she started bad talking about her with you

“did you hear that rumor that lottie is using dirty ways to get clothes?”

“ I mean I'm no one to criticize her ways, but if she has a lot of money then…”

“ do you think lottie do drugs but the heavy ones? kevyn told me that he saw her taking some big white pills a few days, and let me tell you that those are the hard kind”

“also do you think that's the reason she’s so good on field? i heard theres some drugs for that”

༘⋆ especially wont accept how happy she got when after hearing the last one about lottie being on hard drugs you started to see her less often, now you're all for her again!! now there's no lottie or another disgraceful presence taking you away from her.

༘⋆ but nat should have know better, should’ve expected that having you, such a beautiful person, will always attract someone, and now there is no one else but her damn captain, jackie, someone nat knows cant mess with…

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Do not translate w/o permission, copy or use for ai training, train your useless brain instead<3

[cntloup]

💌 happy birthday, my love.

a letter to dear nanamin from his wife

"oh my dear kento,

where do i even begin?

every corner of this room, every single spot in this house, every little thing...

oh my dear kento,

everything whispers out your name...

i hear these very walls calling out...

everywhere my eyes land, i see you.

it feels as though even my own heart beats the sound of your name.

i see you in everything, even myself.

your love surrounds me.

and i feel your soul with me every second of the day,

my guardian angel.

do you remember...

of course you remember... how silly of me!

the way we danced on our wedding day?

as if no one was watching and it was only us.

it was always just us...

us against the whole world.

how you held me...

oh how safe i always felt in your arms.

how you kissed me...

so sweet... delicate.

how loved i always felt by your kiss.

how you so tenderly whispered in my ear, promised me a life full of love and happiness.

and how you gave me that just as you promised.

it always puts a smile on my face when i remember how you always dismissed the title i gave you.

'the perfect gentleman'

"none of that, sweetheart."

"... i try for you, my love." you used to reply.

we used to talk about starting our own family.

what a wonderful father you would have been to our child...

just as you were a wonderful friend,

lover,

husband.

i'm glad i was able to provide even a little bit of the love and peace you deserve.

you are my everything,

my dear kento.

happy birthday, my love.

i believe it with all my heart...

that our souls will reunite.

until next time...

see you soon, my love.

- your wife"

happy belated birthday to my love my dear husband may he rest in peace 💔🥹

[stanstits]

I'm kicking off StanFicFriday with a quick piece I wrote just for the occasion. Hope you all have fun with this event and enjoy the fic! 🩷

Stan looked at his niece with trepidation. "You sure about this, Kiddo? Not that I don't trust ya, but it's just, ya know, last time didn't go so well."

"Grunkle Stan," Mabel sighed, patting his arm reassuringly, "last time only didn't go well because you chose your date and Lazy Susan wasn't right for you! This time, you've got me, Certified Love Expert Mabel, picking your date. Trust me, I found the perfect person for you. It's gonna go great!"

"Well, at least I'll get a free meal out of it if nothing else." Stan paused. "It is free, right?"

-

When Mabel had first approached him and told him that she wanted to set him up on a blind date, his initial reaction had been to refuse. Vehemently. Stanford Pines was perfectly happy with his life as it was, and did not need another person to complicate it further, especially not at his age.

But Mabel was persistent (and adorable), and Ford found himself ultimately resigning himself to his fate.

"Just the one, though," he'd told her sternly, knowing he'd likely give in anyway if she did push for more.

She'd laughed sweetly and said, "Just the one blind date is all you'll need! After that, you two will just have regular dates." Then she had paused, a thoughtful expression clouding her face. "Grunkle Ford, how long does it take to plan a wedding?"

He still didn't know if she had been joking.

-

Mabel placed the final touch, a small bouquet of hand-picked flowers, on the table at the shack. Soos had gotten Abuelita to make pozole for the evening, and two big bowls of the flavorful stew were sitting warm and ready at the table. Everything was perfect. Now all she needed was...

"Mabel?" Grunkle Ford appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, dressed in a dapper-looking suit as she had suggested. "This looks lovely," he said with a soft smile. "You really went all out. Is my... date here yet?"

She glanced at the clock. "Should be soon. Go ahead and have a seat. But no eating yet!"

As Mabel ran into the living room to check on Grunkle Ford's date, she turned a corner and collided with another person.

"Grunkle Stan!" He was dressed up in a suit as well, similar to his Mr. Mystery outfit, but with a proper tie and no silly hat. He looked pretty good, Mabel thought. "Are you ready?"

"I'm always ready for Abuelita's cooking."

Mabel beamed. "Perfect. Your date's already here. Just go on in."

She nearly squealed as he headed towards the kitchen. She gave him a head start then slowly, sneakily, she followed behind. Peeking around the corner, she could see Grunkle Ford's flushed face and Grunkle Stan's tight shoulders. She held her breath.

"...each other?" Mabel could hear the tail end of his sentence. "Is she aware of the... connotations?"

"Well, it's Mabel. The kid loves love." Grunkle Stan's voice was fond, which she took as a good sign. "Heh, I don't think she'd let anything get in the way of what she thought was the perfect match. You know how stubborn she is."

Mabel would choose to take that as a compliment.

"Yes, I suppose you're right." Grunkle Ford sighed. "Strange, though, that she thinks we're a perfect match."

Grunkle Stan paused. She couldn't see his face, but she thought maybe he looked more tense. "Is it?"

"...No." Grunkle Ford finally said. "No, I guess it's not." He gestured for Grunkle Stan to have a seat with a soft smile on his face.

Mabel grinned. She'd have to start working on her wedding plans as soon as possible.

[r4spberry-vinaigrette]

i fear it's too late for me if i'm turning them into incorrect quotes /silly

THIS IS PERFECT. THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME I HOPE YOU KNOW

[dusiektubyl]

So about that... That might have been me and yeah!

2 days ago I got it and it finally healed enough to look as it supposed to

A little silly boy crashed on my arm hehe

(anyway my camera is not perfect, but yeah, there he is hihihi)

That's the craziest thing I ever did, but Atlas really was perfect to represent everything about myself and I'm so happy to have him

Character belongs to @squidinu of course if someone new somehow finds this post, from a hit game Cryptid Crush

Hi mr. Squid, so on theory, how would you feel if somebody liked your game enough to get tattoo of it? Talking about Cryptid Crush of course

i’d do a little dance and cheer “Yippeee!”

i kinda wanna get one myself at some point, either Robbie or Atlas themed

[madaqueue]

if you guys see me going through something with aventurine………look the other way

[ajthecrocodile]

IT’S A RAINBOW OF BILLS! A BILLBOW! RGBILL!!!

The clip of Bill saying YELLOW was all over my FYP and it inspired me…

[aerithisms]

esquie from e33 absolutely melts my heart. in this world painted from the imagination of a little boy, the strongest being in existence is a personification of his favourite stuffed toy. because nothing makes a child feel safer than their favourite stuffie, and in their mind it can protect them from anything

[normystical]

in regards to the tags i use "long ass post" as a post tag for people to filter out lol but ykw i guess just commenting on it also works;; regardless i think i'll do that cutting-off-the-post thing. like the reblog removal thing idk what its called. yeah

also thats good clarification actually,, i was wondering if you liked or hated her bc your name but also your pfp... but ig its a secret third thing then? lol

i can stop talking abt hazbin ever again to you specifically if u want bc i know it sucks and makes ppl uncomfy buut i do think i might feel the same way abt vox? assuming that im interpreting your feelings correctly. like hes silly and the fanart tends to be either hot or absolutely adorable, both of which appeal to me, but also like HOLY SHIT he sucks. so damn much

yeahh jsut,, idk,, doomed yaoi hurts man. that prom scene. and the side comic im talking abt. its like. toxic yaoi is bad and all but you know what REALLY hurts? when everything is perfect, theyre wonderful for each other, theyre both very much in love, but due to things outside their control, things between them HAVE to end. if it werent for that one thing, theyd still be together. but theyre not. god i will LOSE MY MIND HERE lol

also another thing in response to tags!! you dont have to respond immediately lol. if it makes it more convenient you can also save to drafts before typing anything and then responding later. i dont mind the wait ^_^

i ddont go here and by "i dont go here" i mean "i do pretty much go here but somehow i dont feel a close connection to this fandom whatever dont question it man" but i saw you discuss the skins and i saw someone sent this in a server im in. which is rad af

...aaaand am just now realizing that its possible its not canon tho. but like. if it is. well damn /pos

woauh hi new mutual!!! i was gonnnaaaa say it isnt canon HOWEVER ! I looked more into it and apparently it is?? i thought it was an edit at first but when she's hit she makes that face :] (since you only half go here im gonna assume you doooo know how the game works? in case not ummm. horror survival thing. you can get hit, characters make different faces when hit.) anywho thank you for the ask i would not have known this if you didnt say anything :0!

[clockworkreapers]

so... today is 413. I am not sorry.

[t3chborb]

I'm feeling like trash rn because I'm sick, so I've made it my blorbo's problem. (...Ignore the fact robots can't get sick, just pretend he's low on battery or whatever lmao)

[sysig]

Do not separate them /threatening (Patreon)