#i'm making myself laugh and that's what matters

[vanesycho]

Summary:A little warning to your boyfriend who is insecure about his face.

warning:smut, face riding, pussy eating

a/n: @ldh0000 hope you like it luv😔🫶🏻 really obsessed with him🙏🏻

wc:0,9k

"Baby, aren't you ready yet?" Chan spoke as he entered the room and looked at you doing your makeup in front of the mirror, you looked at him in the mirror and spoke "No, I'm sorry this is taking so long." Chan walked over to you and leaned over the mirror, fixed his hair "Wow, today I'm declaring myself the ugliest man in the world." You put down your makeup without reacting to his 'joke' and turned to him, saw that he's smiling at you "How many times do we have to talk about not saying things like that?" He looked at your furrowed eyebrows and chuckled, kissed your cheek "Oh, don't take it seriously honey. It was just a joke. I mean… when I look at myself, well… I'm just exaggerating a bit."

You rolled your eyes and talked more to yourself as you did your makeup "It pisses me off that you don't realize how good you really look. I can't understand all your insecurities." he folded his arms and continued to listen to you as the smile on his face grew "I wonder how you dare to call yourself ugly when your handsome face and amazing body drive me crazy. I could even sit on your face and praise you for hours just to prove how beautiful you are, stupid." He raised his eyebrows questioningly and let out a chuckle, then you realized what you said and turned your head to him and made him laugh.

"Okay I didn't expect this much, to be honest. But I can't say I didn't like it." he leaned towards you and spoke against your lips "Should we cancel today's plans? So you can sit on my face and I won't joke about my looks again." You licked your dry lips, the thought of it making you clench your legs together. "Promise?" He smiled and held out his hand. "I promise." You took his hand and stood up, watching Chan take off his shirt and lie down on the bed. You now realized you were holding your breath and let out a deep breath. Chan, who was looking down at you, bit his lower lip excitedly and patted his lap. "Take off your clothes and come here," he didn't even have to repeat.

Your panties were on the floor in a short while and you were now on his lap, he gripped your hips tightly and let out a deep groan as he pressed you against him. "You look so beautiful." You smiled at the compliment you received. "You should see yourself. God...I have the most beautiful boyfriend." He gave a shy smile and pressed you back against him. "Let me taste you, I can tell how wet you are even through my clothes, fuck." You lifted your hips and moved forward a little more, stopping when you got to his face, Chan placed his hands on your legs and gave your clit a small lick first. When this unexpected move made your hips move away from his face, Chan tightened his grip and made you sit down completely.

His tongue started licking your hole, as you felt his big nose, made you let out a loud moan at the same time. "C-chris..Y-yes- you're so good.." The compliment he received excited Chan instantly and he continued his tongue strokes. Your moans showed that he was doing a good job, and with the confidence that came from it, he took care of your entire pussy. You ran a hand through his hair, begging for more. “Ride my face baby, I know you want it. Make your boyfriend happy by giving him what he wants.” You started to move your hips slowly, Chan’s face was almost completely covered with your juices, you moaned in pleasure as he sent a muffled moan into your pussy. “Please- you’re so good yes keep going- f-fuck I’m so close.” Chan didn’t care if he was out of breath at that moment, he didn’t stop or slow down his movements, what mattered right now was for you to cum on his beautiful face and he wanted it right now. Your moans were now like tears, your hips roamed over his face, Chan’s tongue was enough to destroy your hole. First he licked it all over and then he guided it to your hole and pushed it inside, while he helped you ride his nose where it was right next to your clit. Your hips were still moving to your face, you let your clenched body relax as you finally came. The cum that was dripping from Chan’s chin started to run down his neck. He didn't let you get up, he wanted to clean up every bit of liquid himself.

When he finally loosened his grip on your legs you shifted to the side and looked at him, swallowed as you looked at his face that was still full of your juices. “Fuck, you’re beautiful even when you’re this messed up.” He laughed at your hypnotic tone and looked away from you for a moment. “Thank you baby. Ah..if that’s what I’m going to have to go through every time I’m insecure, I’m okay with that.” You laughed and punched him lightly in the chest. “No, you promised.” He caught the spot you hit and a laugh echoed through the room. Chan leaned in and kissed your head. “I know, I’ll keep my promise…If you sat on my face every time I wanted?” You nodded, he smiled at that. “Good. Come back now, I’m not done with you.”

[cuntykittyboy]

finally a pt2 to this!

"you stare straight at me. "i know you're a cuntboy"

"h-huh?" i freeze, i can't believe you just said that. staring at you wide-eyed, jaw open, i try to ignore how my cunt responds to you talking about her, how her lips drool and stain my boxers. how..

you laugh, "god why are you all so fucking dumb." one of your soft hands reaches out and mockingly caresses my cheek, "i know all about your pretty pink pussy, it's so obvious! did you really think you look like anything other then a silly little fakeboy?"

i whimper slightly as you give my needy clothed pussy a few slaps and try to defend myself "i-i'm not a-"

"boy? aww good girl you're quick to accept that..i guess i should give you a reward"

you rub my pussy a few more times before your fingers find their way into my boxers, spreading my sticky lips.

"oh wow, you really like this, huh sweetie..you're so wet for me, you hear that?" you laugh again and rub your slick fingers together, making a noise that makes my cheeks even redder.

"s-stop i-"

you raise an eyebrow, "come on darling, you and i both know you don't really mean that. your cunt's gushing all over me..i think i need to give you what she wants."

"oh fuck!" i gasp and twitch around your two fingers as they shove into my tight pussy. "t-take them out i-i can't-"

pumping into me a few times, you curl your fingers and lean into my ear, "honestly it doesn't matter if you think you can't. you will. i'm going to make your slutty hole take me until i can't anymore."

[prettygirl-gabi]

All that mattered

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Rating:General Audiences

Warning: Fluff, slight (very light) angst, happy ending

Category:F/M¹³

Fandom:Seventeen (SVT) (boyband)

Relationships: !idol S.coups x f reader, !idol Jeonghan x f reader, !idol Joshua x f reader, !idol Jun x f reader,!idol Hoshi x f reader, !idol wonwoo x f reader, !idol woozi x f reader, !idol dk x f reader, !idol The8 x f reader, !idol Mingyu x f reader, !idol Seungkwan x f reader, !idol Vernon x f reader, !idol Dino x f reader.

Summary: What did you expect when you're dating all 13 members of Seventeen

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Hiiiii everyone who is reading! Welcome to the bouns installment of my new mini series called "Oi! Not this again!" They do not have to be read together or in order! I hope you all enjoy!

I'm thinking about making a version where Jeonghan goes of for military, let me know if you all would like it...

It all started as a dream I didn’t dare to believe could come true. Being with one member of Seventeen seemed unimaginable, but somehow, I had all thirteen of them. It was chaotic, beautiful, terrifying, and the most loving experience of my life.

I never meant for things to get so complicated. I hadn’t planned on falling in love with all of them. But how could I not? Each member held a special place in my heart, different and unique in their own ways. S.Coups’ protective nature, Jeonghan’s mischief, Joshua’s soft-spoken wisdom, Jun’s gentle warmth, Hoshi’s endless energy, Wonwoo’s quiet intensity, Woozi’s artistic soul, DK’s contagious laughter, Mingyu’s clumsy affection, The8’s calm confidence, Seungkwan’s fiery heart, Vernon’s understated coolness, and Dino’s earnestness. I loved them all, and, miraculously, they loved me too.

But love like this is not simple. We were walking a tightrope every day, trying to balance our love with the expectations of the world, with the fear of losing each other, and with the constant worry that this wasn’t sustainable. Polygamous relationships aren’t exactly accepted or understood, and this one—being in love with a whole group of idols—was something entirely different.

I often found myself suffocated by doubt. Was I giving enough to each of them? Was this fair to them, to me? Sometimes, in the quiet hours of the night, when we weren’t together, the anxiety would grip me, leaving me breathless and terrified that this would all come crashing down.

And then there were the fights. When you have fourteen people in a relationship, conflict is inevitable. It wasn’t always big—sometimes it was about time management or someone feeling left out. Other times, the fights cut deeper, about fears we didn’t voice, insecurities we tried to bury. And at the heart of it all was the constant question we never dared to fully ask: *Could this last?*

One night, it all came to a head. I had spent the day with Mingyu, and as usual, he had showered me with affection, his clumsy hands always trying to be gentle. We had laughed together, cooked together, and by the end of the day, I was exhausted in the best way. But when I returned to the shared apartment, the tension in the air was thick.

I barely stepped through the door before Jeonghan’s voice cut through the silence.

“Must be nice,” he said, his tone laced with bitterness. “Spending the whole day with just one of us.”

My heart dropped. “Jeonghan—”

“No, it’s fine,” he interrupted, standing up from the couch. “We all agreed to this, didn’t we? So it’s fine if some of us feel left behind.”

“Hyung, don’t do this,” Hoshi said, trying to defuse the situation. But the hurt in Jeonghan’s eyes was clear.

“I’m just tired,” Jeonghan muttered, running a hand through his hair. “We’re all giving so much, and sometimes it feels like it’s never enough.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to find the words. “I’m sorry. I’m trying—I’m really trying.”

“You shouldn’t have to try so hard,” Woozi said softly from his spot on the floor, strumming a guitar absently. “None of us should feel like this.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The guilt gnawed at me, twisting in my stomach like a knot I couldn’t untangle. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Suddenly, S.Coups stood up, his voice calm but commanding. “Enough. This isn’t helping.” He turned to me, his eyes softening. “No one is blaming you. We knew this would be hard.”

“I can’t help but feel like I’m failing all of you,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I love you all so much, but I don’t know how to make this work.”

Mingyu, who had been quiet since we arrived, reached for my hand. “You’re not failing, jagiya. We’re all learning.”

“But what if—” I couldn’t even finish the thought. What if I wasn’t enough for them? What if this wasn’t enough?

DK, always the one to break the tension, stood up with a shaky smile. “Let’s not do this tonight. We all love each other, right? That’s why we’re here. So let’s talk about this when we’re not all feeling so raw.”

Joshua nodded, his calm voice soothing. “He’s right. We’re all a little tired. Let’s take a step back and talk tomorrow.”

But the fear lingered, heavy in the room like an unwelcome guest.

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The next day, we sat down together. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t quick, but we talked. Really talked. About the things we were scared to say before, the jealousy, the insecurity, the worry that someone was giving more or less. It hurt—God, it hurt—but it was necessary.

Jeonghan apologized for lashing out. “It’s not just you. I’ve been feeling… scared, I guess. That this won’t last.”

“I’ve felt the same,” The8 admitted quietly. “I think we all have.”

S.Coups squeezed my hand. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t want to keep trying.”

In that moment, something shifted. The love was still there, strong and unwavering, but so was the understanding that this wasn’t going to be easy. It never had been. But love is messy. It’s imperfect, and that’s what makes it real.

“I don’t know how to promise forever,” I said, my voice small. “But I can promise that I’ll try. Every day.”

“You don’t have to do it alone,” Vernon said, his eyes locking with mine. “We’re in this together.”

One by one, they all agreed. It wasn’t a solution, not exactly, but it was a step forward.

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Over the following months, we found a new rhythm. It wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. We learned to communicate better, to listen when someone was feeling left out or overwhelmed. We learned to share our love, not just with each other, but with ourselves.

There were still moments of doubt, of course. That never fully went away. But now, we faced those moments together.

One night, after a long day, I found myself in the middle of the bed, surrounded by all thirteen of them. We didn’t say anything—words weren’t necessary. The warmth of their bodies, the steady rhythm of their breathing, the feeling of belonging—it was enough.

“I love you,” I whispered into the quiet, the words heavy with truth.

“I love you too,” came the chorus of replies, each voice layered with the same deep affection.

In that moment, I knew that no matter how difficult it might be, this was worth it. They were worth it. We were worth it.

And that was all that mattered.

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‐Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-Gabi✨️🎀

[exhuastedpigeon]

Buck waking up in a cold sweat: OH MY GOD THAT HOT FIREFIGHTER FROM TEXAS DURING THE WILDFIRES THOUGHT I WAS FLIRTING WITH HIM. OH MY GOD I WAS FLIRTING WITH HIM

[iguessitsjustme]

[icefire149]

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[mako-island-moon-pool]

Personally of the belief that live action fans who go onto animanga posts uninvited like 'I DESPERATELY NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I THINK THE ART STYLE IS UGLY EVEN THO THIS OPINION IS IRRELEVANT TO THE POST' should be hit with a big rock. We already moved past this ten years ago, get with it or get lost. Swallow the hunger inside of you that demands everything be palatable to you. Maybe you could stand to be a little uncomfortable for a while

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Jeez, 5 years already...

And to say I first started this blog as an inside joke with my best friend, then it just .... evolved into whatever it is now. And I'm still simping over Donnie, ooooooohh 😩💜

I raise my glass to the following years 🍷

[llawlieta]

Catboy 😽😽😽

Hii! This one was actually a fic in which Light turned into a catboy. I don't remember how I justified it, but I want to say some sort of Death Note Magic Turned Him Into A Catboy. You know how that just happens. I think it was truly high art. Like and subscribe and ring the bell if you think I should finish it

Here you have a beautiful excerpt from the beginning that I've only just now reread for the first time and made myself laugh with:

L’s brilliant observation came after a bite of the cupcake and a lazy silence: “Amane strikes again,” he said. Misa was in the main hall of the building, cross-armed. Silently, Light uncrossed his arms to avoid the unfortunate similarity. 

“You know, Light-kun, she is insistent, that girl.” 

The implication that this was new information was so ridiculous Light could’ve smiled. He didn’t. He kept it in and shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“What’s the matter, Light? You’re not going downstairs to see her?”

Now, Light could have laughed. He could also have bashed L’s face in. 

His glare was returned by L’s wide-eyed look of faux innocence. He took his time to choose his words, smacked his lips. “Do you have fun mocking me, Ryuzaki?”

“Mocking you?” L repeated. His faux innocence had made it to his voice. “Amane is your girlfriend. In fact, I thought you told me something about how you’d reconsidered your feelings for her and feel deeply moved by…” 

“You think it’s just fine for Misa to see me like this?”

L’s eyes walked Light up and down, and Light crossed his arms, unable to help it. As a means of protecting himself from L’s gaze, it was ridiculous. It was the top of Light’s head that two cat ears had sprouted from, and there L’s eyes landed last, awakening an impulse in Light to slap the detective away and run off. Cheeks hot, he sank a little in his seat. Even his thoughts were catlike. It was humiliating.

“She is your girlfriend,” L repeated as a reply, and Light imagined his own nails leaving a nasty scratch on that stupid face. He pressed his eyes closed. “I reckon she should find out eventually. And, actually, I think she’d find it adorable.” Light opened his eyes wide. “Especially the way you move your tail.”

[unnecessarybeltbuckles]

kicking my feet and giggling as I make the stupidest MK memes imaginable

[subconsciousmysteries]

I don't believe anyone is actually mistyped providing they are using the enneagram and cognitive functions the correct way, which is to observe Movements in their psyche.

If you're identifying with a type because you fit a static image that people have put forth for that enneatype, but you never actually observe any of that type's movements in yourself, then yeah, you can call yourself "mistyped".

[lonelyplanetfag]

when is somebody gonna care abt me the same way i care abt them🤣🤣🤣🙏🔥icant do this shit anymore

[racke7]

Started playing Divinity 2 with the new mods I found, but had to stop because of bedtime-reasons.

Immediately started brainstorming how to make my own Knight-mod instead, because of fucking course I did.

[imjustconfuseddd]

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[lostones9]

Me reading in between the lines when there aren't any lines:

[aftermathing]

Ending it