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taleasnewastime · 10 months

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False awakening

Summary: You didn’t plan this, but there’s only one bed and that always turns best friends into something more.

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: PWP, smut, fluff

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, penetrative smut, dry humping, slight dirty talk, reader shows insecurities, there is only one bed!

Authors Note: I don’t know why I can’t just write 1,000 words.

You can barely contain your moans. That thing he’s doing with his tongue combined with the way his thumb brushes against your tight bundle of nerves has you acting like you’ve never experienced so much pleasure. Honestly, right now, you can’t think of another time when you have. He’s being gentle, not giving you quite enough, but is giving you enough that you teeter on the edge of imploding. While it should frustrate you, it only heightens your pleasure.

The way you’re acting is obviously going to his head. The soft moans that escape you, the hand on the back of his head forcing him deeper into you, the way your back arches off the bed; all things that have you feeling his smile grow against your folds.

Frankly, you don’t care.

You only care about getting more. About his thumb adding a little more pressure as it continues to move on your clit. Or his tongue going a little deeper when he pushes it inside of you. Or his hand on your hip moving so it’s no longer stopping you from grinding up into him.

“Keep going,” your voice is breathless, frustration starting to seep into you. You want more, want to be driven over the edge and yet he’s not allowing that.

Despite your words, he does the opposite. Instead of giving you more he starts to draw away.

It takes you a second to regain your thoughts when you see his face. Of course. You knew it was him, but some deep part in the back of your mind lights up with the knowledge that of course it’s Namjoon between your legs giving you near unearthly head. But a larger part of you feels confused, surprised even, like you hadn’t joined the dots, hadn’t quite realised who it was.

His smile doesn’t leave his face as he starts to crawl up your body. It’s one you know and yet it’s in a situation you’ve never seen it before.

Like everything he does, however simple, it only deepens your desire for him. He can frustrate you all he wants, but dragging out what you want only increases your need. Because that’s what it is, a need. You need him to get his head back between your legs. You need him to put his fingers back on you. You need him to put his cock – which you are still yet to see – inside you. And watching him crawl up to your face, you need him to kiss you. You need it all. And knowing you can’t have it all only makes it worse.

He pauses when he’s hovering over you. His face mere inches from yours. The length of his body brushing against yours but not quite touching.

He’s beautiful. It’s the only thought that takes over your mind. His wide, cheeky smile. His deep eyes that you’ve always thought swim with kindness. The deep dimples in his cheeks. His now rustled hair spiking up in all different angles, so different to how it normally perfectly styled.

Joon. Your Namjoon.

He makes your heart stutter even when he’s hovering over you doing nothing else.

You want to reach up and thread your hands through his hair, this time to pull him down to your lips rather than between your thighs. But just like the trend of the evening, Namjoon doesn’t rush to give you want you want. His smile widens, a sparkle appearing in his eyes, as if he can read what you want and is getting pleasure from not giving it you straight away.

“Joon,” you whine his name, desire dripping off the syllable.

There’s a pause before he starts to dip down towards you. His smile fades at the same rate as he moves towards you. You don’t miss the way his eyes dip to your lips, only for a second but it’s enough for something to stir inside you, for the muscles between your legs to clench around nothing. His face is near straight when he stops with his nose touching yours and his mouth ghosting yours. Your eyes are closed in preparation for the touch of his lips on yours.

You can feel his breath as heavy as yours, his chest brushing against yours with every exhale, his nose running along yours with every inhale. The tension between you builds tenfold in the pause.

“Y/N,” he mutters, his voice and tone in complete contrast to yours. Both hold a deep need, a desire near bursting to get out, but his holds more control where your voice only showed inpatients. While you want to find your release now, Namjoon’s tone promises just how long he wants to take in getting there. Your name muttered like a sigh, as if with it he’s taking in a moment he’s dreamed of for a while but never thought would happen.

His face dips a little closer to yours, his lips pressing against yours, his mouth opens and you feel his tongue run along the seam of your lips. There’s no hesitation when you open your mouth for him. There’s a gruff laugh, the noise showing his deep amusement, but he doesn’t feel amused when his hands tighten on your waist, his forehead dipping onto yours and then his tongue finally –

You wake with a start. Your pleasure turns into cold, stark realisation.

The room is as dark as it was in your imagination and yet now you realise it was a dream you can’t remember any of the details of where you were. The only details that stick with you are the ones you wish you could forget. Namjoon’s head between your thighs, the softness of his hair and the pressure as you pushed him down onto you, feeling his smile against your skin, his tongue against your lips.

Your heart hammers and it doesn’t stop as the room around you starts to come into focus.

It happens in waves.

The frilly bedsheets. The large floral pattern you can’t see in the darkness but remember laughing at before swiftly realising that floral bed was the only one in the small room. The room you thought would have two twin beds, or at the very least enough space for one of you to sleep on the floor. The room you weren’t even supposed to be sharing, let alone the bed. The space that quickly felt awkward, but just as quickly was diffused with a joke from Namjoon and then soft reassurances; that he wouldn’t hog the bed, that you’d hardly notice him, that you were friends and it was just sleeping.

Which brings you to another realisation. The hot and heavy pressure draped over your middle, an arm. And the feeling pressed along your back, a body. And not just any arm or body, but a person, one you’re pretty sure you just had a sex dream about.

The possible reason for that quickly becomes evident. In your flustered state you squirm. Not much, but enough to feel that it’s not just his arm draped over you and front pushed up to your back. Something hard touches your ass, something that has you becoming statuesque. That is definitely not his other arm. And given the way it just brushed up against your ass, even with the smallest of movements, you can understand why your sleep ridden mind came up with the scenario it did.

Fuck.

Sleep now feels like the last thing on your mind. It could be 3am or 10am. You may have only been asleep for 30 minutes or your alarm might be near going off, you don’t care, you’re never going to get back to sleep in this position, with your best friend draped over you and his semi pressed into your ass.

As much as you want to stay, you also need to go. With Namjoon’s steady breaths behind you, you start to move. Slowly trying to ease out of his arms. His breaths continue as you inch out of his embrace, it all feels like it’s going well until you hear his mumbled tone.

“Where you going?”

His hand tightens around your waist. You’re not sure if it’s intentional or some reflex from his still half-asleep mind.

You go stiff and motionless, as if, if you don’t move he’ll forget you’re here. Namjoon on the other hand shuffles closer. His nose presses into the back of your neck, his feet tangle with yours, and while moments ago you only felt the ghost of his hard cock, now it’s completely pressed against your back. There’s no imagining it now because you can feel it’s exact length and size.

It’s a position you’ve dreamed of in more ways than one. Laying in Namjoon’s arms. Being held by him. Being more than friends.

But that’s not what this is.

He’s your friend and he’s half asleep right now, probably well on his way to being fully asleep. While this may be your dream, it doesn’t feel like one now. You feel like you’re taking advantage of him. He’s probably having his own dream right now, one where the person he’s cuddling isn’t you, where he’s tangling his legs with someone he actually wants to be intimate with or is pressing his lips against the neck of someone he actually wants to kiss. Not you.

“What you thinking about?” You thought he was asleep, so his still raspy voice makes you jump. His deep chuckle rumbles all the way through you. “I can almost see your brain whirling.”

You could lie and say you need a wee. You could say you’re too hot. You could say anything, but nothing comes to your mind quickly enough.

“You can’t see it,” you mumble, the words falling out of your mouth despite your brain feeling blank, “your eyes are closed.”

He hums. And just like in your dream you can feel his smile start to curl upwards in amusement, this time it’s just against a different part of your body. The thought has you panicking again. Face hot, body taught.

“Well I can feel it,” he mutters.

Just like I can feel you. You think the words but don’t say them. The fact he’s so comfortable right now must mean he’s completely oblivious. And while that means you could pretend you are fine and enjoy this, you can’t help but feel guilty, as if this is somehow your fault, as if, if you did that then you’d be breaching his trust somehow. It’s a human reaction. It happens to men in their sleep all the time. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed, but it’s Namjoon, it’s your best friend that you’ve always wished was more who has never implied he wants anything more, and because of that you can’t bring yourself to just lie here and take advantage of him.

It's felt like hours since he last spoke, while it’s probably hardly been a minute, but it’s been long enough for you to start trying to move again. Just like before, Namjoon’s arm tightens enough to cage you in.

“Joon,” you whisper his name in an annoyed tone, a warning, but also not loud enough to wake him or for him to suddenly recognise your tone. Maybe that would get him to let you go quickly, but you’d also quite like to get out of this without him realising; it’ll be easier to face him in the morning that way.

He hums in response, still completely unbothered. Still completely unaware of the position he’s in, or more who he’s in it with.

“Are you still asleep?” You ask.

His hum this time is more confused. You can almost picture his face scrunched up in confusion as his mind tries to figure out your words as if some hard equation.

You try to twist in his arms, and it goes wrong for several reasons. Number one, because you don’t make it very far, the fact that you thought you’d be able to shift with half of Namjoon’s weight on you in the first place is laughable. Secondly, your heavy movements jostles Namjoon out of his sleepy state effectively losing your opportunity to try and escape in a way of that will mean he won’t remember this in the morning. And finally, because all you really achieve is rubbing your ass against his cock.

“Oh.”

The flat tone has your heart dropping. It confirms everything you feared. He’s realised where he is and more importantly who he’s with.

Namjoon’s weight now doesn’t feel comforting but oppressive. He doesn’t feel safe, he feels like he’s locking you in a cage. It’s every thought that’s had you holding back from giving any impression you like him, because of course he wouldn’t want you back or feel the same way. And if he doesn’t want you that way, but finds out that’s how you feel, you’re sure it’ll be the start of the end.

You want out.

“Sorry,” he laughs, not sounding very sorry, his body still pressed against you, seemingly in no rush to let you go.

Heart hammering, still lying completely stiff, you’re shocked when you feel Namjoon’s soft chuckle against your neck.

“I promised I wouldn’t hog the bed,” he says it as if it’s a joke, but you don’t find it funny.

“Are you still asleep?” You say it firmer this time, in disbelief that a laugh is his reaction, that he continues to joke. The only reasonable explanation being that he must still be half asleep.

This time he rolls away from you. The loss of his weight, of his heat, is harder than you’d thought it would be. And now you’re free to run, you don’t.

Silence fills the room. No more soft breathing. No more rustling of sheets. No more talking. That awkwardness you so rarely feel with Namjoon starts to seep back in and your heart aches with it.

You’ve ruined it. Sleeping next to your best friend and a stupid dream is all it takes for your friendship to crumble. Maybe it wasn’t as strong as you thought.

“Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable,” he says into the night, his tone now flat.

“You’re ok,” annoyance still clings to the words, but after taking a breath you manage to say the next lighter. “I’m sorry too.”

There’s a pause, a small rustle as Namjoon shuffles in his spot and then he says in a tone that you know means he has a frown on his face, “you have nothing to apologise for.”

“No,” you disagree. “It’s only natural for you.”

“That doesn’t make it ok for me to rub up against you.”

It doesn’t feel that way, you’re the one that made this awkward, but you don’t correct him. Both of you lay staring at the ceiling, a now large gap separating you. Your mind whirling with how badly you’ve screwed this up.

Time stretches with neither of you moving, no steady breathing to let you know that Namjoon’s fallen back asleep. There’s no chance you’re going to now. But you stay lying there, thinking it would be Namjoon who’d get up to sort himself out, or at least to put more distance between you. He doesn’t. Just like you he lies there.

“Are you not going to …”

Your voice sounds loud even as you croak saying it. In the pitch-black room, while your face is on fire, you can almost hear Namjoon’s smirk in the seconds silence after you’ve spoken.

“Y/N,” his tone is mock scandalised mixed with a little cheek, a combination that only has you preparing for the worst. “Are you asking me to masturbate?”

“No,” you respond too quickly, and then carry on trying and cover yourself, “I just thought you might want to go to the bathroom … it must be uncomfortable…”

“Or … I could do it here.”

You heat. You know he’s teasing you and yet it doesn’t stop your imagination running wild. You always tease each other, why shouldn’t now be any different?

“Or you could help?” His tone keeps its cheeky quality, but something seeps into it as if your silence has made a thought catch and he wants to test a theory.

“Joon!”

“Y/N?”

Your face has never felt hotter. You’re surprised the bedcovers haven’t lit on fire. Your heart pounds, an embarrassed ache spreads across your chest, while a traitorous feeling heats between your legs. Lying on your back, staring at the ceiling doesn’t feel like it’s helping and while you don’t think any position you lie in, in this bed, will be better, moving back onto your side, your back to Namjoon, feels at least partly better.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” His tone still holds a jokey tone, as if this situation is highly amusing him, but it’s got an edge of seriousness to it too.

You know you only need to say the word and he’ll stop whatever it is he’s doing. But your tongue suddenly feels heavy and the desire to tell him to stop never comes. Because you may feel hot and bothered, but you’re also interested to see how far he’ll push this. Because really, you’re not uncomfortable, you never are around Namjoon. And if there is a chance that he feels the same about you, however slim, maybe you shouldn’t push it away and see what happens.

“No,” you whisper into the room. The word said so quietly you’re not sure he even hears. The fact he doesn’t speak only adding to the fact.

There’s a rustling of sheets, a slight movement of the mattress, things you assume are Namjoon feeling nervous. When he speaks again you don’t expect it to be so close that you jump a little.

“So, uh, do you want to help?”

You bite back the smile that threatens your lips even though Namjoon can’t see you. The awkward way in which he asked the question makes you unable to stop yourself. You’re both treading into unventured territory, at least you’re not the only one feeling uncertain right now.

The bed moves again, Namjoon shuffles in place. You assume its continued awkwardness coming out. But it continues longer than it did before and it doesn’t take you long to realise he’s doing more than shuffling, he’s moving.

Everything within you clenches in expectation, blindly trying to work out what he’s doing. And then you feel him.

He’s gentle as he reaches a hand out to touch you. First on your back, as if he expected you to be closer, but his fingers run along your skin, up until his fingers are curled around the dip in your hip. Your breathing is coming out shallow, eyes wide as you wait to feel what he does next. You half want to reach out and pinch yourself to test you’re still not in a dream when the bed starts to move again and then it’s not just Namjoon’s hand you can feel but also the heat of his body along your back. Not quite touching you, but close.

“Please,” he whispers, the word making you clench. Is he begging you?

You don’t answer him verbally, too scared what your voice will sound like. Instead, you shuffle backwards into him. Throat thick when his hand tightens against you as your back pushes into his front. There’s a moment where nothing happens. A small beat of time where both of your minds collectively wonder if this is really happening.

You shuffle back a little more, wondering if you need to give him a bit more to make it clear what you’re saying. You decide if he hesitates a second longer, you’re getting out of here.

He doesn’t. Your movement seems to snap him out of some sort of trance. His hand tightens on you as he pushes impossibly closer. His cock still firm as it presses against your thigh. His chin resting against your shoulder, his lips back pressed against your neck, this time with more purpose.

“Yeah?” He’s breathy as he tries to clarify that what’s happening is ok. The single word all he can manage.

Your heart feels caught in your throat. Pushing yourself you turn your head to look over your shoulder. Instantly you know it’s a mistake. Your nose brushes against his when he props his head off your shoulder. It feels too intimate too quickly. A small amount of panic starts to seep back in as you pull away. Still looking at him, noses further apart, it still feels close but it feels better.

“We don’t have to,” he whispers, eyes flicking across your face, finger starting to trace a gentle circle where it sits on your hip.

“Do you want to?” You throw it back to him.

A smile starts to curl on his lips. Small, barely there. But you know Namjoon, know all his looks. And right now, you can see the way he’s trying to supress his happiness.

He shuffles, draws his hips away enough that he’s no longer pressed against you. His eyes are still firmly locked on yours, keeping you locked in place. And then he shuffles back in. His hand’s disappeared from your hip and it becomes clear why when he presses himself back against you. His hand on his cock, he moves it so it’s pressed firmly against your ass and when he finally stills and takes his hand away, his cock rests comfortably between your cheeks.

“Does this feel like I want to?”

You’re sure your face is showing all your emotions right now. Shock, awe and pure desire. But the fact you don’t speak makes Namjoon want to spell it out to you.

“Yes, Y/N, I want this,” he says firmly. “I want you.”

“Ok,” the word squeaking takes you surprised, your lips speaking without the knowledge of your brain.

Namjoon just smiles. A big smile. One that takes over his face, his dimples popping out.

“Ok,” he almost chuckles the word, leaning his head forward so he can brush his nose against yours again. But he doesn’t go any further, the smile still firmly in place but his lips don’t touch yours. “You look like a deer caught in headlights.”

“I just,” you mutter, stumbling over your words. “I just can’t believe this is happening.”

“That a good thing?”

You nod your head, nose bashing against his and if possible, his face brightens.

“Thank god,” he murmurs before his lips crash against yours.

It takes you by surprise so it takes a second before you reciprocate. It should feel weird, kissing your best friend. But this doesn’t feel weird. Even as your neck starts to ache from twisting backwards, you don’t want to stop. Namjoon’s lips on yours, his teeth gently tugging on your bottom lip, his tongue running along the spot before pushing into your mouth and along your tongue.

When you roll your hips back into his, you’re rewarded with a soft moan into your mouth. The noise encourages you, continuing to roll your hips backwards, feeling his cock slipping up and down in the seam between your ass. Your teeth clash as both of you smile into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck,” the word fans across your face, Namjoon’s hips starting to roll into yours too. “What are you doing to me?”

You huff a laugh, unsure how to respond to that. Finally, your head twists back to flop on your pillow.

Namjoon’s breath continues to be hot and heavy against your neck. His hand on your hip slips before tightening. Both of you rock against each other and though it feels good to you, the way Namjoon’s dick feels combined with the way his body starts to tense against you shows he’s enjoying this more than you are.

You chuckle, despite yourself. You just feel so happy. This is finally happening. You don’t even care to think about after this, because this is happening now and that’s all you currently care about. The fact Namjoon might even feel a fraction of that swells your heart with joy. The fact he’s currently acting as if he’s about to come, makes you laugh.

It breaks through what’s happening. Namjoon’s grip on you still tight, but the movements of his thrusts against your ass slow – don’t completely stop, just become a gentle rock more than a more desperate thrust.

“This good?” Namjoon asks. “For you? Because it’s good for me. But if it’s not working for you then –”

“It’s good,” you smile, hand running down your side until it rests on Namjoon’s hand. It’s sweaty, but you still manage to add enough pressure to get him to realise you want him to follow your lead. Under your hand, you feel his slide against your skin, his slightly rough fingers running under the hem of your top and along the skin underneath. You normally hate people touching your stomach, an area of your body you’ve never been fully confident of, but with Namjoon you feel comfortable. His touch doesn’t linger, he doesn’t make a big deal of it, but his lips go back to the spot on your neck, a small delicate kiss being placed there.

“You’re beautiful,” his voice is back to being gruff and full of lust. “Always wanted to touch you here.”

He takes over. His finger running along the underside of your boob to show you exactly which spot he’s talking about. You bite your bottom lip, the skin taught with how wide your smile is.

“And here,” he continues, his fingers tracing the skin between your boobs. “And here.”

Finally his hand splays across your boob. Taking a handful, he gives it a soft squeeze. You can’t hold your moan in any longer, it’s light and croaky, your head falling back so the crown of your head gently knocks Namjoon’s nose. You want to give a snarky reply, ask where else he’s been dreaming to touch you, but his hand continuing to massage your boob along with his gentle thrusts take your breath away.

“I could come like this,” Namjoon says into your hair.

You grunt, your way of agreeing.

There’s a pause, both of your heavy breaths the only noise, and then Namjoon asks, “is that what you want?”

It takes you a second to register his tone, your brain too lost in pleasure. When you take in uncertainty, you pull away from him. His hand no longer on your boob, his hips still against yours. You turn to look at him, losing contact only long enough for him to place a hand on your hip.

In the darkness you can only just make out his features. His hairs a mess, his skin looks smooth, but you can still make out the short bristles of hair starting to pepper his chin. His eyes are round and wide, his lips a firm and nervous line.

This time it’s you that reaches out to comfort him. Your hand goes from the centre of his chest and runs a comforting line to his broad shoulders, squeezing a little in the hope of relieving some tension. Even beneath his t-shirt you can feel his muscles. You know what he’s asking, is this how you want to come, or do you want more? Not something you should be asking your best friend, hence the worry. This is new territory fraught with possible minefields for both of you. Who knows where the uncrossable line is for either of you.

You focus on your hand that runs between his neck and arm when you whisper the words, “what is this to you, Joon?”

Silence is your answer. At first you think it’s because Namjoon doesn’t want to confirm what your fear is, that this is nothing, an ends to a desire, that after this happens Namjoon isn’t expecting anything else. But when you take a leap and look at Namjoon’s face you realise it’s because he’s not fully understood the question.

“Is this just sex to you?” You whisper even quieter, as if, if Namjoon laughs you can play it off that you didn’t say anything.

Namjoon’s hand tightens on your waist and you’re unsure if it’s an unconscious move but he shuffles closer so his chest is brushing against yours.

“Not if you don’t want it to be.”

You’ve already done it to him, but you don’t like the way he throws the question back onto you. If this all goes wrong, you don’t want the blame pinned on you. Once again your eyes start to drift away from his face. Sensing his mistake Namjoon’s hand lifts from your waist, drawing your attention back to him as he cups your cheek not resting on the pillow.

“I’m not going to ask you to be my girlfriend straight away,” he looks to be trying to supress a smile as his eyes flick between yours. “But I will ask you if you want to go on a date?”

Your heart soars, catching in your throat making it impossible to speak. Nerves are still coursing through your body and Namjoon’s coy smile and gentle caress is doing nothing to help. It’s everything you wanted, and yet it still feels weird. You’ve dreamed of it for so long that now it’s coming true you can’t quite believe it.

“Why don’t we just sleep?” Namjoon continues. “We don’t have to do anything now.”

Your insides clench in protest, your treacherous hand tightens on his shoulder, giving you away. Namjoon’s smile widens.

You cough a little to clear your throat. “I thought you wanted a hand?”

Namjoon’s eyebrow lifts, surprised. Even you’re surprised by the words. But honestly, is he joking? As if you’re going to come this far, grind against each other and then fall asleep as if nothing happened. Your hand moves down his arm, his throat bobs when your reach his wrist and before you can get past his hand, he reaches out to stop you.

“You never answered my question,” his voice has gone back to being thick.

Are you doing this? Your body screams yes, your heart aches for it, but something in your brain still wonders if it’ll be a mistake. But those thoughts are the ones that have stopped you from ever getting this far with Namjoon and isn’t he lying here telling you that maybe you could have been doing this well before now. Maybe you should just let go and not worry about the future for once.

“Have you got a condom?”

His eyes widen in shock once again and you laugh when he practically leaps up from the bed. You can see the tent in his boxers before he turns to start rifling through his bag. Smiling, you prop yourself up to try and get a better look at him.

“I don’t know how I should feel that you actually have one,” you joke.

He ignores you, continues his hunt for a couple more seconds before he finds what he’s looking for. When he has the foil packet in his hands, he turns to look at you.

“Thankful?” He suggests. “Grateful I carry spares in my wallet?”

“Worried you were hoping to hook up with someone on this trip?” You jokingly suggest.

Namjoon rolls his eyes with a smile before grasping the front of his top and pulling the material up and over his head. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but it doesn’t stop you from gawking now. It’s not like you’ve ever seen him topless knowing that you’re about to have sex with him. And though you’ve always enjoyed the site of him bare chested before, it somehow doesn’t compare to now. Part of you wants to ask him to turn the light on so you can see his chiselled pains better.

“Pleased that the only person I planned on sharing a bed with this weekend was you?” He carries on in the same tone even though he must see how you’re checking him out.

You drag your eyes to his face. “We didn’t even know we would have to share a bed until we got here.”

He shrugs. “If the chance ever presented itself, I was prepared.”

What? You want to ask, but the word gets lost somewhere between the implication that maybe Namjoon has wanted this, wanted you, for longer than just tonight and him grasping his boxers and tugging them until the fall around his ankles.

Now you need the light to be turned on. It’s not like you’re struggling to see him in the low light, because honestly how could you miss him? His hands which have always looked so large to you no longer look so big as he wraps one around his hard cock and gives it a couple of strokes. No, you need the light to better see him. To commit this scene to memory. To see him in HD, in colour, in some form that’ll mean when you think back to this it’ll be as crystal clear as it can be.

While one of his hands grasps himself, the other takes the foil wrapper to his lips, his teeth sinking into the material and ripping it. It’s not util he has the condom over his tip that he looks up at you.

“You’ve not changed your mind have you?” His tone is still teasing, clearly your gawking has gone to his head. “I was hoping you’d also be naked by the time I got back over there.”

You’re not as confident as he was when you remove your clothes. You wait until his gaze goes back to watching what his hands are doing before you remove any clothing. Even then you take your pyjama shorts of first, your legs covered by the duvet. And when you lift and throw your top on the floor you lift your knees up to your chest, the duvet covers most of your skin.

A frown appears on Namjoon’s face when he’s finished rolling on the condom and his gaze is back on you. He doesn’t say anything as he kneels on the bed and starts to shuffle towards you.

“You not coming out from under there?” He asks.

“I thought you’d come under?” You respond.

“It’ll be too hot.”

“It’s too cold in the room.”

“We’ll be fine.”

Namjoon’s eyes stay on yours when you give in. It takes a second but you let the duvet drop from your body, knees still up against your chest you don’t reveal much of yourself. Your heart pounds even though Namjoon doesn’t look at you the way he saw you doing to him moments ago.

“Come here,” he whispers, reaching a hand out for you to take.

Only a foot away, it wouldn’t be much for him to come to you, but you oblige. Wrapping your fingers around his hand you unfold yourself until you’re kneeling in front of Namjoon. His eyes only flicker down your body, barely anything but his grasp tightens in yours and when he looks back at you there’s a storm behind his pupils.

“Last chance,” he says, already starting to lean in.

You close the distance, sick of how long this has taken. You want him.

Your arms go around his neck as your chest pushes against his. His hands go to your waist so when he pushes his weight into you he can more gently let you fall onto the bed.

“You’re sure?” He says breathlessly.

You huff a laugh, “just put it in.”

Your teeth clash against each other when he tries to kiss you when laughing. Both of you so happy and disbelieving that this is happening. Your bodies become a tangle of limbs and though you’ve both been so desperate to have sex, neither of you rush to do anything but make out.

Namjoon lets out a low moan when you move under him, accidentally rubbing your hips against his. When you do it a second time intentionally his hand pins your hip down. You smile into his mouth while he huffs a sigh and pulls away. Neither of you say anything, silently communicating through touches and looks.

Namjoon pecks at your lips, drawing away to look down at you between every touch. His hand leaves your hip, disappearing along with the weight of his body. His breaths grow heavier, not because all of his weight is balancing on his knees and single hand that’s resting next to your head but because the head of his cocks starts to drag its way through your folds. He adds a little pressure as he goes from your entrance to your clit. His movements slow but deliberate.

“I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he warns when he pauses at your entrance.

He doesn’t give you a chance to agree, his weight starts to press down on you, pushing his cock inside you.

“Yeah?” Namjoon asks when your let out a small moan, you head flopping back on your neck. He doesn’t stop until he’s completely inside of you and even then he doesn’t pause for long. His movements start slow, his body covering yours as he draws in and out of you in deep thrusts.

You never imagined him to be so verbal, but with other thrust he says something. Sometimes it’s as small as a grunt, but other’s it’s stating how great you feel, how beautiful you are, how long he’s wanted to do this to you. It turns you on more than you’d have thought.

The bed rocks under you with the increased speed of Namjoon’s thrusts. And though the headboard lightly bangs against the wall you wrap your legs around his hips, heels gently pushing him deeper into you. Pleasure builds inside of you, the closer you get to release the quicker Namjoon’s pace gets and the quieter and more focused he becomes.

“Want to feel you come,” he grunts his own personal mission, his forehead lightly banging against yours as he looks down between your bodies.

His hand pauses to squeeze your boob before training down to the bundle of nerves between you legs. He draws tight circles over the spot, his eyes flicking to yours as if to see what affect it has on you. You moan, arching up into him involuntarily, your lips brushing against his in a light kiss. He follows you, placing light kisses against your lips. But you’re too lost in near breaking point to reciprocate.

“That’s it,” he whispers against your lips. “Want to see you when you come. So fucking hot.”

You’re not sure what causes you to snap, could do scientific studies of the moment and still probably never work it out. But when you do snap, it’s euphoric. Your body convulses, pleasure coursing through you, the feeling elongated with the feeling of Namjoon still in you and his fingers still on you. You’re only half aware of the noise ringing around the room being produced by you. Your body not feeling like your own as Namjoon rams his hips down into yours in a few final punches, his lips now on your neck, the hand not on our core holding your shoulder to stop you flying up the bed.

It feels like it takes hours to come down from your high, your body still feeling light and air like when you become more conscious of your surroundings, Namjoon’s body pressing down into you as his now soft cock still sits inside you. Both of you are breathing as if you’ve just run marathons, your chests clashing against each other in your unsynchronised motions.

Namjoon pulls away first, not completely, but enough to look down at you. His face holds a small natural smile, his eyes bright, his cheeks flushed. He leans down to give you one final kiss before pulling out of you. When he turns and falls onto his back beside you, he pulls you under his arm, forcing your head onto his chest. You don’t complain.

His fingers run circles on your shoulder, gentle despite the heat still lingering from what just happened.

You feel his lips press against your head again. You smile onto his chest, it’s as if now he’s had a taste of you he can’t stop himself.

“I promise I’ll clean this up, just give me five minutes.”

You don’t protest. You’re hot and sweaty, the sheets are a mess under you and Namjoon’s still wearing his condom. You should at least sort one of those things one of those things out. But neither of you can bring yourselves to remove yourself from the others touch.

You’re not sure what the future may hold, but for now at least you know you made the right decision. Lying in Namjoon’s arms is everything you could have wished for.

#namjoon fic #namjoon smut #namjoon fanfic #namjoon x reader #bts smut

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oftlunarialmoon · 5 months

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75 Agere Journal Prompts

Draw yourself a kawaii bento lunch!

Write down any chores for the day as a to-do list or sticker check off list

Design a smol outfit

Make a playlist for your littlespace

Draw portraits of your stuffies

Write your headcanons for your comfort characters as caregivers

Write down some animal facts from different parts of the world that interest you!

List items that are your favorite color

Make a magazine collage with a specific theme

List ideas you want to do in certain seasons

List your favorite agere nicknames

Write down any agere headcanons you have for fictional characters or OCs

List stuffie name ideas

List all your current stuffie names

List your favorite phone apps for littlespace

Make a tier list of your opinions on different types of candy

Draw what your favorite characters would look like as stuffies

Invent a new kidcore fashion trend

List 5 facts about your favorite sea animal

Design your Jolly Roger if you were a pirate

Draw yourself as a Pokemon Trainer

List how you deal with stress in agere methods

Write out any recipes you can make while regressed

List crafts you’d like to make

Make a page about your morning routine when regressed

Make a page about your night time routine when regressed

Write out any rules or guidelines you have when regressed

What’s on your Agere/Littlespace Movies list?

Write about what you would do on a visit to the beach

List any animes you like when small

List your favorite agere books

Dear Past Me - What would you tell your past self?

Dear Future Me - What would you tell your future self?

List songs that make you regress

List your regression triggers (positive or negative)

Write about how you would comfort a friend in need

Write about your dream vacation

Make your christmas/birthday/holiday gift wishlist

List your fave agere video games

List your favorite stims

Write a letter to your favorite fictional character

Write a letter to a friend or family member

Play I spy and write down the categories and things you find

Make a page of your top 5 agere songs from the last month

List free activities you can do when regressed

Make a collage page from a coloring sheet and stickers

Play scavenger hunt with stickers of your preferred theme

Use a page to write down word games like word scrambles and mad libs

Fill a page with positive messages for yourself to read later

Write down tarot interpretations if you do tarot reading while smol

List ideas for kandi bracelets you could make

Declare a random day a holiday of some kind, write down how you celebrate it

Use a page to “braindump” all of your current thoughts, even if it’s babbling

Make a sticker collage inspired by your caregiver

Make a sticker collage inspired by the seasons

Trace your hand onto the page and give yourself fun nail art, tattoos, or accessories

Draw a race track for a toy car, add obstacles or scenery with stickers

Write a social media profile page for a comfort character

Make a “top secret” file with your stuffie’s secrets >:)

Make a collage inspired by yourself

Dedicate a page to facts about one of your special interests

Write a poem for your pet (or fave stuffie!)

Draw a scene around a sticker of your favorite animal

Draw the inside of a house and use stickers to furnish and decorate it

Draw a scene to play with your toys in

Try a mindful reset page (List problems you’re facing, then list more positive mindset changes to each one)

Document the stories you play out with dolls or toys

Write down “this or that” prompts in one color then answer them in another color !

Use stickers to tell a story or make a fun comic

Fill a page with word art, using any words that make you feel smol

Make a list of all of your OCs

Use a page to document Minecraft coordinates of your favorite builds

Draw the outline of a purse or bag, and use stickers to show what a character of your choice would have in their bag, or-

Use stickers to show what you would put in your dream agere bag!

Draw a face on a page in marker or pen, and use makeup to decorate it! (or face paint :p)

#agere #age regression #sfw littlespace #sfw agere #age regressor #sfw age regression #agereg #age dreaming #sfw little blog #agere journal

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ponett · 8 months

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Whenever I complain about graphic or dark content in media I watch, I keep hearing people retort with this apparently very popular opinion that people who enjoy comfy, wholesome things are actually more likely to be raging assholes than people who love things like death metal and gore. As someone who seems to enjoy comfy, wholesome things yourself and likely met many others who enjoy similar such things, do you agree with this opinion? If so, why do you think this happens?

So I've been sitting on this ask for like a week, not knowing whether or not I wanted to touch it because it kind of feels like being handed a live grenade

For one, I don't like being pigeonholed as someone who just likes "comfy" or "wholesome" things. Yeah, I enjoy My Little Pony and Animal Crossing. I made a game with cute furry characters and lots of bright colors. I also enjoy things like Berserk and Chainsaw Man and Doom and violent crime dramas and punk rock with vulgar lyrics and porn. Variety is the spice of life

Anyway: I generally don't think it's a good idea to make sweeping statements about peoples' moral or intellectual character based on what genres of story they enjoy, regardless of what direction you're coming at it from. But this is a very leading question that kind of skirts around the root problems

There's frequent (perhaps a bit exaggerated) pushback these days against people who prefer their fiction to be a warm blanket, a form of escapism meant to distract you from the real world. In particular, the dreaded "person who only watches kids' cartoons" is a form of this that gets brought up a lot. I don't think the root problem here is what media people enjoy or don't personally enjoy - taste is subjective, and I don't think it's a moral obligation for everyone to have diverse tastes in TV shows - but I do think some folks should try to get out of their comfort zone a bit more. Sometimes stuff that seems like it won't be for you on a surface level will really end up speaking to you, but you won't know until you give it a shot. Trust me, I've been there many times

It becomes a problem when people demand that media ONLY cater to that "warm blanket" attitude. And I think that's part of the reason why that stereotype you mentioned about fans of ""wholesome""" media being assholes exists. People who view dark or violent content as an inherent flaw because it's not what they like. People who yell at creators when they make bad things happen in their stories, because how dare you do this to my comfort characters? People who say movies should never have sex scenes. People who want "problematic" moral complexity stripped out in favor of black and white moral instruction. People who seem to hate any sort of interpersonal conflict in fiction at all

These attitudes can be the result of many different cultural factors, factors that can't all be traced back to Tumblr or what shows you like, but sometimes it's definitely because of that lack of broader perspective on media. You can tell when someone's opinions on The Right And Wrong Ways To Write Fiction were shaped almost entirely by, like, Steven Universe discourse. (Yes, this is a jab at Lily Orchard.) And when these people are very loud about their opinions, well, it becomes a trend people notice

Like. I don't know you. You sent this anonymously. But when you say you "complain about graphic or dark content in media you watch"... that could mean a few wildly different things! Maybe you're just venting about something that unexpectedly triggered you, and that's totally fine. But the wording could also imply that, like, you take issue with these things being present at all, and that you expect a person who likes "death metal and gore" to be more of a "raging asshole" than someone who likes the "wholesome" things you like. So... well, maybe you're more dismissive or judgmental of things outside your comfort zone than you realize?

Unfortunately, in case it's not already obvious, on the internet this shit quickly becomes a proxy battle over dozens of intersecting cultural issues at once where everyone is kinda just talking past each other. So it gets messy

For example, I have no reason to believe that the people who run the "Wholesome Games" showcases have anything against games that are dark or violent or contain adult themes. (They've outright said they don't. Many times!) But when you see people going "why is Spiritfarer allowed in the showcase? That's a game about DEATH and that's NOT WHOLESOME, why would you make me think about death?" or "Ugh, why does Disco Elysium have to be about a cop? Why can't we apply these systems to a game about a young witch who's trying to find a lost cat in an idyllic village instead?" it... Well, it makes me sympathetic towards the indies who don't feel comfortable with the "Wholesome Games" label and consider it limiting. But it also doesn't make me think that devs catering to a demand for more chill, nonviolent video games are categorically facilitating fascist censorship from the Christian right

It's complicated! The written word is imprecise and the internet is a nightmare

I've kind of gone off on multiple tangents here. Basically: I do think that people can kinda turn fans of "comfy" media or "adults who only watch Bluey" into an overblown boogeyman these days. I think people online generally have a habit of swinging too hard in one direction or another in their stances on certain things, overcompensating based on what group of people online are currently annoying them the most and turning said group into like The Main Problem With Society Today. But I also think that boogeyman only exists because of very real examples of people demanding that everything cater to their narrow comfort zone. Go like what you like, but also, y'know. Don't be that person

#anon #ask

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Girl Gone Live

this is literally so stupid and so corny, but i don't care i'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know? enjoy!

"Okay, is this working? How do I know this is working?"

You squinted at the screen, feeling older than you actually were as you waited for some sign that the live stream you set up was working. Thankfully, comments started rolling through and the viewer count went up, and then it started to skyrocket, which made you a little nervous.

"I...think it's working! Cool. Well, um, obviously I'm Y/n L/n, and I'm a celebrity makeup artist. I recently did Olivia Rodrigo's makeup for her music video 'Vampire,' and I thought I would kind of walk you through how I achieved that look, I guess."

Before going live, you'd considered making a little script but decided against it. Hearing yourself bumble through the introduction now, though, you kind of wished you had.

No one seemed to be put off by your awkwardness, though. As comments streamed past, you saw some about the music video and Olivia and what it was like to work with her, but there were also a lot about Harry. You weren't necessarily surprised by Harry's fans flooding the comment section because you sometimes appeared in the background of posts from other people on Love on Tour and you'd become known as the tour's makeup artist. Sometimes you posted the looks you did for performances and little videos of you doing makeup before the show. The attention was a little jarring if you thought about it too long, but you decided it could be worse. After all, you were Harry Styles' long-term girlfriend.

But that wasn't what this livestream was about.

Your eyes scanned the comments as they moved a mile a minute, hoping to snag on a question. "Oh! Someone asked how I met Olivia. Um, as some of you may know, I'm currently working as the makeup artist for Love on Tour, and Olivia came to one of the shows, and we just talked for a really long time about makeup, and she asked me to do her makeup for the video a few weeks later."

It was a fun side gig while you were on tour with Harry and his band. You loved touring for the most part, but this was something different and exciting, so you flew back home during a break in the tour to work with Olivia on "Vampire." Harry tagged along, happy to watch you work instead of the other way around for once. He had a grin on his face the whole time as he watched you do your thing, playing assistant, grabbing whatever you needed when you asked, and holding a palette for you while you did Olivia's makeup. Overall, it was a fun shoot for both of you.

You were back on tour now, and since you had a little time to kill, you decided to go live for the first time to talk about makeup. If it went well, you could maybe make it a regular thing, so you hoped people actually watched and were interested.

*.*

Brynn watched her phone intently, pen in hand as she waited for Y/n to name-drop the next product she was using so she could write it down and see if she could afford it later. Not only was Brynn a huge fan of Olivia Rodrigo, but she had been a Harry Styles fan since she was in grade school, and when she got the notification that Y/n was going live, she was one of the first people to join.

"Luxury or drugstore makeup? Good question," Y/n said as she moisturized her face. "Honestly both. I love trying new things and seeing what works for me. When I was starting out, I mostly had MAC in my makeup kit, but now I've branched out a little more and added things here and there. But that's my professional kit, which has all the things I know with certainty will work perfectly for whatever look I'm trying to achieve. My personal one is where I do more experimentation with brands and products and trends. I guess that doesn't really answer the question, so both. I definitely use both.

"And what's cool is that Olivia loves makeup too, so she kind of knew her way around and what products worked best for her," Y/n continued.

She's so cool, Brynn thought as Y/n moved onto explaining how she did Olivia's base makeup. She didn't feel like Y/n was trying to push any particular product on her audience, nor did she hide which products she used. Her explanations were clear and easy to follow, and she even gave alternative products when she used one that was on the pricier side.

"Olivia loves herself a glowy base, and we really played that up because of the song. So to give her that Cullen-esque sparkle, I added some liquid highlighter into her foundation."

Brynn watched intently, wanting to see just how Y/n did it. Then, feeling compelled, she typed a comment. She didn't think Y/n would notice it, or be able to see it at all amongst the thousands of others, but she couldn't help but try to be noticed.

As Y/n blended her foundation in, Y/n smiled. "Someone asked how long it takes to do Harry's makeup on tour. Um...It kind of depends. Sometimes it's hard to actually get him in the chair because he gets so pumped up before he goes onstage. But once he settles enough for me to do it, it goes pretty quick. If he lets me, I get to put a little bit of glowy balm on his cheeks, but that's as creative as I get."

Y/n's smile changed, though Brynn couldn't really say how. It was almost like she was exasperated as she talked about Harry, and Brynn became just a tiny bit jealous that this person on the other side of her screen for knowing him well enough to be exasperated by him. What she wouldn't give to chase Harry Styles around so she could do his makeup. It left Brynn wondering how people even got into these situations.

Y/n finished up her base makeup while she answered more questions about the makeup products she used for the music video and a few about Love on Tour. She talked about her favorite songs and the places she'd been and the people she hung out with before and after shows.

"Oh boy, okay. I'm not a huge fan of bold lip colors on myself, but this is what I used on Olivia," Y/n said as she lined her lips. She'd just finished adding a light, almost haphazard, dusting of shimmer to her eyes, and despite the pixelated live stream feed, Brynn could still see it catch the light. "We wanted this to be the focal point of the whole look because, you know, vampires."

Y/n stopped talking briefly as she applied the lipstick she used for the music video, then shifted from side to side with her hands beneath her chin to show off the finished look. "Not my usual style, but—"

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

For a moment, Brynn thought she was dreaming. Mouth dropped open in shock, she watched as Harry Styles appeared onscreen in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His hair was messy, as if he'd just been sleeping or a storm had just run through it. The video quality wasn't great because it was a live stream, but Brynn couldn't help but think he looked so cute and warm with his sleepy eyes, especially as he stretched his arms above his head, though her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when the waistband of his sweatpants dropped a centimeter. Not even caring that they'd fallen a bit, Harry shuffled forward and sat down next to Y/n and kissed her shoulder. He didn't seem to notice Y/n's phone propped up in front of her, or the look of disbelief and slight horror on her face. Not when she tried to speak to him, and not when he leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

And through it all Brynn watched, feeling like she'd entered an alternate dimension.

"You look cute. I like the sparkle," Harry said, tapping his knuckle against Y/n's nose. She still looked like she was in shock, but when he leaned in—leaned in to kiss her, Brynn realized—Y/n seemed to shake off some of her stupor.

"We—We're not alone," she said, gently resting her fingers over Harry's mouth to stop him.

Brynn didn't want to tear her eyes away from Harry and Y/n, but she darted her gaze down to the comment section, which confirmed everything. This was no dream, this was really happening, and everyone who was watching was losing their minds.

"What do you mean, lovie?" Harry asked, brows furrowing, clearly confused by Y/n's odd behavior. He finally looked at the camera, his brows shooting up when he realized that Y/n was live streaming all of this. "Oh."

"Yeah 'oh.'"

"I thought you were on the phone—"

"I wasn't!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know! You didn't tell me. And since when—"

"Harry put a shirt on!"

Brynn watched their bickering in a daze, waiting for the inevitable end of the live stream. To her surprise, though, Harry grinned a little before taking Y/n—and the whole Internet, to be honest—by surprise and kissing her.

"Are you insane?"

Harry merely shrugged. He leaned in again, but Y/n pushed his face back with the palm of her hand. They began to bicker again, but this time, Y/n scrambled for her phone in the process.

"You drive me crazy."

"Now, I know that's not true."

"Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God—"

And just like that, the live stream ended with a wink. Brynn stared down at her phone almost as if she was waiting for Harry and Y/n to reappear on her screen. They didn't, and she was left sitting alone in her bedroom, wondering what the hell had just happened.

#harry styles #harry styles x makeup artist! yn #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic

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QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 17

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

status ongoing

taglist OPEN

a/n today's self promo is catskin which is a felix x reader fantasy/fairy tale oneshot that i am pleased enough with that i might write a part two. anyway, here's more of the drama you're really here for.

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At 6:05 on the dot, there's a knock on your door.

He must have been up all night waiting for your text, you think as you answer it, the way that he'd made it down the stairs within five minutes of your alarm going off. You're still in your pyjamas, a hoodie thrown over the top when you'd dragged yourself out of bed to combat the early-morning cold of your apartment.

The boys waiting outside your door are dressed similarly, at least, padding around in clothes they've chosen at random from a laundry hamper somewhere and shoes that they kick off as soon as they pass through your doorway. You're not surprised to see Chan, hair sticking up at every end like he's gotten straight out of bed for this and not bothered to even try to stick it back down again, but you are surprised to see Changbin. You don't think you've ever seen or heard a peep from Changbin at this time of the morning.

"Good morning," Chan says as you close the door, lingering within arm's reach as Changbin wanders his way further into your apartment like he's looking for something.

"Good morning," you echo, your attention divided between the two of them. "What are you doing here?"

"Well," Chan hedges, hesitating like he's not decided yet what he's going to say next. "Changbin is here to steal your cereal."

"Hyunjin ate all of mine," Changbin says, his feet carrying him one step closer to the kitchen in question.

You wave him towards it, despite warnings you've been given against ever giving him free reign over your pantry. "There's eggs in the fridge too if you want them," you offer, and your heart lifts at the way his face lights up. It's funny how such a little thing could cause such simple joy.

"Gamsamnida, noona," he says, and disappears into your kitchen.

Chan steps into your line of vision.

"What are you doing here?" you ask when he doesn't immediately say anything, though the pit in your stomach and the sleepless night unravelling behind you say that you already know the answer.

He draws in a breath and holds it, anticipation paling his face just enough for you to notice. "I'm being honest," he says, his eyes flicking up to the kitchen door. Changbin doesn't appear - he's busy making a lot of noise with your pans in there, the slam of a cupboard door a little too obvious to be anything but deliberate. "I promised I'd be honest with you, so...I'm here."

"About the things they're saying online, or what's going to happen next?" you question; and you don't miss the way that his face falls, his brow tightening imperceptibly.

"You've seen it," he sighs, as if he'd been hoping for something different.

A grim smile twists itself around your mouth. "It's trending," you point out. "It's kind of hard to miss."

"True." He looks away, eyes casting behind him to where Changbin is being deliberately noisy in the kitchen as he hunts through your cabinets for something. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you question. "You didn't do anything."

"They're my fans," he says and then blinks, correcting himself. "Our fans - if something I've done makes them think-"

You've seen the messages he's talking about, the back-and-forth between fans debating whether this was his idea or something that had been forced upon him by the company. Always Chan - Chan's group, Chan's members, Chan's decision. If the trending tags were anything to be believed, the general consensus was that the Chan they knew and loved would never do this to them, nor would he endorse it. It was obvious that you had forced your way into the group, and at first opportunity he would drop you right back out again; if only they screamed loudly enough in opposition, JYP would give him that choice quicker.

You didn't find that daunting at all. There wasn't a black pit opening inside your gut every time you thought about it, the urge to get back to the practice rooms and gruelling hours of work scratching at your skin.

"You're acting like you told them to do this," you tell him wryly, and the corner of his mouth quirks upwards. Nearly a smile, despite how sardonic it feels.

"I definitely did not," he answers, a hand pressed to his chest in honesty. "I meant what I said the other day. You're one of my people now."

Inexplicably, warmth blooms in your chest around the icy cold that has had a stranglehold around your stomach since you'd first seen...well, everything that's happening. The reminder of the conversation you'd had before all of this began is timely - it was easy to forget sometimes, around the screaming of a thousand voices that it couldn't be true, that he had chosen you, in a backwards way. That all of this was only happening now because he'd fought with the company for you. Because he'd won the fight, a feat you've never seen accomplished before, in a long career of letdowns.

Your teeth grit together at the thought of those voices online, hiding behind screens as if they know anything about what’s happened in the last three months or even the past six years. You had forgotten for a while last night, all the things that Chan had said; you’d felt like throwing something across the room, God’s Menu playing over and over through a tinny speaker until your body moved without thinking. You’ve contained most of that rage since, under the assurance that none of them know what they’re talking about, and truly, you don’t think that you’ll really care at all as the days wear on; but still-

"Someone should have told them that," you say without thinking, and then watch as Chan's brow furrows. "Sorry. I didn't mean you. It's not your fault."

"Someone will," he replies. "Once I've been to this meeting with management. Which I am probably going to be late for."

His phone appears in his hand, the screen lighting up to show him the time. "If you have to go-" you begin to say, already moving out of the way of the door.

"He's eating breakfast first," Changbin says from the kitchen door before Chan can argue with you himself.

"Am I?" Chan asks; but his voice is mild and his feet are already turning towards Changbin, all the fight draining from his body before he has even begun.

"You think I'm going to eat all of the eggs myself?" Changbin fires right back. "I'm not a pig."

"But I thought you were a pig, Changbin," Chan says and watches in amusement as the sound of Changbin shouting indignantly fills the air of your apartment.

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billskeis · 1 month

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hear me out hear me out

playfully teasing bill by putting your cold hands under his shirt AHHHHHH

ᡣ𐭩 under the shirt action w bill

okay so imagine you as part of tokio hotel’s management staff or a close friend of one of the members.

either way, whatever you had to do involved you to be outside for majority of the day and at this point you had to go back inside to the studio because the pockets of your sweater were NOT cutting it.

as you shut the door behind you, the only thing or person that welcomed you was the six-foot rockstar that you had a crush on. it was none other than the bill kaulitz, who has his back completely turned to face you.

completely, and utterly vulnerable ;).

now was your chance to attack! sneaking up behind him with quiet steps, you snaked your arms around bill’s slim waist, engulfing him completely in your grasp as the taller figure yelped.

“ah! y-y/n!?”

“hi bill :D!

“back so soon??”

“mmhm! couldn’t stand the cold anymore so i had to come back inside..”

bill just hummed in response, going back to whatever he was doing. you assumed he was just scrolling over social media on his phone about the latest gossip and trends, after have peaking over his shoulder.

you wanted and craved his attention, for a while now you and bill have kinds built up this tension that surprisingly and thankfully nobody has caught onto yet.

so, you slipped your hands under bill’s shirt, as you stroked the skin of his long torso.

“o-oh! y/n, s’cold..” he moaned.

“f-fuck..”

“still cold?” you ask followed by a giggle.

you have one hand working up and down the length of his cock and the opposite pinching the bud that hid under his t-shirt.

you stood behind bill, despite being shorter than him, you could still easily access all his assets.

occasionally, you would pretend to fuck bill, humping your hips into his butt resulting in him getting all shy and bashful, face a beet red.

“ngh.. n-no.. shit, y/n.. someone could come in—any s-second now,”

you swirl your hand over the tip of bill’s cock and it leads to him jerking his head back, leaning it on your shoulder “ooh..!” peaking over his, you get a better glimpse of the sight, his cock is pretty and pink, glistening from all the pre-cum you masturbated over his length.

“watcha gettin all shy for?? been moaning like a bitch in heat for a couple of minutes,”

“h-hahh.. y/nnn stawwp.. ‘m gonna cum..”

it’s time to work, pinching his nipple even harder with a slight twist, jerking his cock off at a more quick pace, a loud wet squelching noise accompanied by it.

bill grabs your hand that jerks him off to still your movements but you’re too strong for him. how? don’t fucking ask why it’s for plot reasons.

at this point, he feels to good from the stimulation that he lets you do him as you please, letting it all out with a wanton moan.

“ja.. oh fuck y/n.. keep going..”

“awwww how precious, just a second ago you wanted me to stop, such a good boy..” you coo at bill.

“mmmnn, i feel achy, feel s’warm.. feel s’good..”

“hey bill! we’re back—oh y/n! you’re here early!”

“hi tom!”

“bill?? you okay??”

“y-yeah.. m’fine..”

tom contorted his face in confusion. his brother was fine just an hour ago and wasn’t really doing anything before him gustav and georg left so why was he acting all weird now?

georg and gustav seemed to not have cared as they immediately head to a different room, you were washing something off your hands while bill stood there awkwardly beside you.

hopefully tom doesn’t notice bill’s flushed cheeks and that the fly of his jeans were open.

a/n : im sorry i made this so filthy i cant write fluff for the life of me :c

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #2000s #fyp #billskeis

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teaboot · 4 months

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Your post about art vs content got me thinking about the differences between the two. To me there is no difference besides the mindsets. One is of creator and the enjoyer, the other is content and consumer it removes the personhood, the joy/emotion, from the equation. Like a writer or video creator may not see their work as art so content creator maybe a way to refer to themselves comfortably but it sounds so machine, emotionless and lifeless, like a cookie cutter recipe mass producing something verses people lovingly crafting something...then again Disney uses a cookie cutter recipe for the most part and it brings out bangers cause people lovingly make it their own so maybe I'm thinking too hard on this

Does my long-winded rant make sense?

see, I get what you mean, but I still feel like the willingness to entertain calling art of any kind "content" reduces it to the facet of consumption where in reality, the experience of consuming art is not the sole defining trait of it.

Reducing arts like music, writing, painting, dance, voice acting, theater, etc. to the role of "content"- a thing created to be consumed, measured and valued by how pleasant or easy it is to digest- I feel that it was our biggest red flag to herald the incoming tide of AI "art".

Because if art is "content", if arts are nothing but consumable matter, then obviously the key to success is to produce as much soft, tasty, edible paste as we possibly can at the lowest possible expense.

It's the same issue I have with "meal replacements", diet culture, nutrient slurries, twenty-step skincare routines, 24/7 body padding and shapewear and laxative teas and "grind culture". It's not a cause, but a symptom, of the disease that is late-stage capitalism.

Things must be produced at low cost and remain in high demand forever. Things must be perfect and palatable and the new hit trend forever. People must pay hand over fist to consume without asking anything in return, and if they start dropping like flies at the unending unrewarded thankless demand of it all, then that must be treated as a weakness. We should all take pride in how much we can spend, pay, give, produce, and think as little as possible about what we ask for ourselves.

So, who cares if, of two identical paintings, one was made by a person and one was made by a computer program? It's the same work, so what does it matter? What does it matter?

I am an artist. I make art. I ask a question, make a statement, declare something horrific or challenging or upsetting or wrong or grotesque, and when you respond, we are together experiencing a conversation. We are existing, two people living one life and reaching out and touching across time and space. No matter the work, you're at the barest minimum saying, "I'm alive, and you're alive, and at one time or another we shared this same world, and at the end of the day we aren't too terribly different. My heart is worth sharing, and your heart is worth the struggle of understanding."

An AI-generated piece, a computer-generated voice, a CGI puppet of someone long since dead and gone, they cannot speak. They have no voice. Ay best, they are the most chewable, consumable, landlord-beige common denominator possible that you can sit and listen to like the lone survivor of a shipwreck listening to the same three songs on a broken record, and at worst, they're the uncaring vomit of an empty, unloving, value-addled hack wearing the skin of someone I know over their own.

When you abandon art to say that you make content, that should not be a point of pride. That's an embarrassment. That's not sitting down for an intelligent discussion with an equal, that's kneeling at the feet of the crowd and saying, "what do you want to see me do? I can be anyone you've ever loved. I can be them, I can be anyone, as long as you love me."

I can make content. I can be consumed. What do you want to consume? I'll make myself consumable. I'll make myself just like anything you like. And I'll make so much of it that you'll never have to go anywhere else, because it'll all be right here, and under all the cut-and-paste schlock you've seen before I will sit alone in the dark and the silence and I will know that I am safe, because I am valued, because I am desired, and I need to be desired or else I am worthless like a factory that no longer churns out steel or a hen that no longer lays eggs or a cow that is too old to make milk.

Content, the most literal meaning, is something which is contained inside a container. What it is doesn't really matter, and the best it can hope to be is something worthy of being scooped out and used.

Art is an experience that transcends value. Art is something you can eat without paying for. You can make it out of anything and anyone can do it. It can be crude and vulgar and bad, and that's a strength because it means something. It always, always means something, and it doesn't matter if you like it or not. It's not content because it doesn't fill anything. It's a living, breathing thing, and whether you want to birth it or eat it, then you're going to have to be willing to put the fucking work in

#I want to apologize but I'm not going to #This is important to me #I do not want to create content #I do not want to be universally loved #I do not want my existence to revolve around being used #I'm not a machine I'm a person and I'll do what makes me happy #Even if that isn't good or useful #I don't want to be pretty I want to be alive #Don't look at me #I'm breathing #I'm screaming #I'm ugly and sharp and painful to hold #And that is not a bad thing #To come back to

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prince-liest · 9 months

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was recently talking to a friend about qi rong which then lead to me going on a reread of my favorite qi rong fic EVER, and now I’m in my feels about him, his relationship with his family, and his relationship with xie lian and guzi.

I just love qi rong a lot. to be clear, he’s a horrible little gremlin and that is a lot of WHY I love him - but I also think that fundamentally qi rong is a character who is super traumatized but does not receive sympathy for that trauma because he is not traumatized in a “palatable” way which is a trend that starts when he is young and just never ends, canonically, at any point in his life

right from the bat: the first 5 years of his life, he's being physically and emotionally abused, he's cast out to live in a shed, his mom is forgotten by her family. by the time she finally escapes his abusive father and goes back to the palace, her elopement with him has been swept under the rug and most people don't actually know what happened - and are then weirded out by her and qi rong, causing all the children and even most adults around qi rong to basically refuse to interact with him. so he's abused and hated, then isolated to the point where nobody talks to him, nobody plays with him. the one time he thinks he succeeded at attempting to make some friends, it turns out that they tricked him into writing a death wish for himself and his mother on his lantern.

and all the while, he's watching xie lian and the adulation he receives, not understanding why xie lian gets those things and he does not. everyone always says he looks like xie lian. he’s even called xiao jing, like he’s a mirror of the crown prince. what’s the difference?

and then xie lian himself is the only person aside from his own mother to be genuinely kind to qi rong. qi rong is desperately lonely, envious and fixated on the cousin that nobody will stop comparing him to, and then said cousin is the only person to reach out to him with kindness. of course he wants to attach himself to xie lian and emulate him.

unfortunately for both of them, then his mother dies - not just randomly, but specifically in defense of xie lian’s mother, and having extracted a promise for xie lian’s parents to care for qi rong. however, things don’t actually change at that point. sure, they take him in and buy him whatever he wants, but as far as love and care are concerned, xie lian is really the only potential source of those things left for qi rong. xie lian is also a teenager with a lot of pressure on his shoulders and a lack of understanding of difficult situations. of course he doesn’t know how to raise his traumatized, misbehaving cousin! and nobody else bothers to. it’s deeply unfair for xie lian to be used as the singular tool to discipline and direct qi rong, and that directly contributes to their extremely soured relationship.

now that qi rong’s mother is dead, there is nobody left around that actually wants him or is willing to put effort into properly raising him. when a kid turns out as wild as qi rong - that's not just random happenstance, that happens because they weren't parented right (or at all). he acts out in increasingly insane ways for the attention everyone hates to give him - anyone's, but especially xie lian's, which sucks for xie lian because it should have been his parents providing qi rong with an authority figure and source of love, not xie lian's teenage self. and people respond by waving him off, giving him whatever he wants just to make him go away, and ignoring him, because he has a deeply off-putting personality.

and it causes everyone around qi rong to resent him in this vicious cycle that escalates his behavior because he doesn't know what else to do - until eventually even xie lian, the one person that he really looked up to, hates him too.

obviously qi rong is an awful person by the point we reach in canon, but I also think that if he had received regular hugs as a child and maybe some actual parenting from someone who didn’t beat him, instead of just being given a bunch of money and being told to fuck off

specifically because he was weird and traumatized and unlikeable

things would have turned out very different for him. because he very clearly tries - that’s one thing that’s very clear in the flashbacks and even continues to modern canon: qi rong really tries to get love and attention, and when that doesn’t work, he just escalates to “any attention, bad attention, attention that proves I’m worth something, proves wrong all the people saying the supposedly-amazing cousin that took away my only source of kindness when he started hating me, is so much better than me”. he starts out an awkward, off-putting kid and ends up the night-touring green lantern. of course he holds enough resentment to end up a calamity. his cannibalism shtick doesn’t even read as genuine to me, it just seems like he picked out “what’s the worst, most attention-grabbing thing I can possibly be to pre-emptively justify everyone’s disgust in me” and landed on that.

(see also: I think it’s hysterical that he has very strong opinions and abilities as pertains to gourmet cooking, and then just uses them to lure in victims so that he can have his meal of Raw Unseasoned Human Flesh. you can’t tell me he’s doing it for anything other than the bit at this point.)

and that’s also why I think his weirdly wholesome relationship with guzi also makes a lot of sense. qi rong is a shockingly decent father to him (eventually), probably in part because he overidentifies with guzi also being abused by his father, but also, because guzi is literally just a kid and therefore is not someone that yet has the capacity to have all these preconceptions about qi rong, nor for qi rong to read into his words and be insulted, because. that's just a kid. there’s nothing to read into.

I think his treatment of guzi (eventually) shows that he's capable of being at least kind of decent (or at least functional), he's just never been in a circumstance where his trauma and relationships let it happen. his material life was always supplied for, but his emotional and familial environment in xianle was invariably toxic for him.

anyway, I think qi rong needs a shower and a hug, in that order, and then to be forced to learn to interact with people who don't immediately assume the worst of him. thanks for coming to my TED talk, I know it was long as hell.

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #qi rong #xie lian #guzi #tgcf meta #meta #my writing #long post #text posts #tgcf spoilers #just as they pertain to qi rong not the main plot

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softpine · 5 days

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can i just word vomit for a min...

there was a point in late 2023 where i felt like i overstayed my welcome on simblr and i planned on just wrapping frozen pines up as quickly as possible and moving on. continuing to write when it's clear that the audience for it is dwindling felt so embarrassing that i almost didn't even want to put effort into it anymore, because i was afraid it just looked pathetic (obligatory disclaimer: no one made me feel this way, you're all so lovely, it's just the nature of seeing a community change over 7 years). writing already feels very personal to me and it's becoming increasingly harder for me to put my work out there (again, for reasons unrelated to simblr and entirely related to mental illness 🤙🏻). i know my story is so long that it deters new readers, and so sporadic that it makes old readers drop off with time. this has really been bothering me lately because i don't know what i can do to fix it. i don't think there IS anything i can do.

but. okay. don't make fun of me for saying this. dan and phil returning to youtube kinda changed my mindset? they may be pulling a fraction of the views they got in their peak, but they're happier than they've ever been and they're working on things they actually want to do, not things they think will be particularly popular. seeing that has made me realize that it is possible to keep finding joy in a community that has largely moved on without you. obviously my little blog is nowhere near the same scale, so this feels kind of silly, but i've been thinking about all the things i used to do on simblr that were never fun for me, i mainly did them because i knew they would get notes or because i felt like i had to do it. making cc, lookbooks, sim requests, reshade help (oh my god the reshade help), lot downloads, etc. they DID get notes, but i can't imagine spending my time doing any of that stuff ever again tbh.

on top of that, it makes me sad to scroll through my dash and realize that i don't recognize most of the people i see anymore. i still talk to some wonderful people here who i consider friends and that's invaluable to me (💖), but the broader community aspect is something i no longer feel a part of. and believe me, i know i'm at fault here because it's not like i'm going out of my way to talk to new people or participate in trends like i used to. i don't blame anyone except the passage of time!!

frozen pines, and simblr by extension, played such a gigantic part in my life when i needed it the most. and that's not to say that i don't still care about it, because i absolutely do, but it's a different kind of feeling. i've always promised that i would give frozen pines a satisfying conclusion rather than silently abandoning it someday, and though i do intend to keep that promise, i know it's possible that i might never get there. but i don't want to let my own insecurities get in the way of something i really enjoy doing. writing is an intrinsic piece of me that i'll never quit doing, but sharing my writing on tumblr is something that can't (and shouldn't) last forever. i know that. but i'm going to enjoy it to the fullest while we're all still here together 💞

to anyone who's still reading my silly story after all these years (especially those of you who still check in on my blog even though you're not on simblr anymore): thank you thank you thank you THANK YOUUU. you don't have to change a single thing about what you're doing. this is not me fishing for compliments or putting down an ultimatum, this is just me trying to make sense of my feelings.

but with all this being said, i've decided to quit simblr and start my own exclusive streaming service for $60 a year, i hope you'll all support me as i increase my production value 😌

(just kidding. ily. okay that's all)

#to be 100% clear this is not a goodbye - i'm literally halfway done with the next story post #just sort of an update on the state of my brain #👍🏻#btw...... sorry to Watcher fans lmaoo you guys really got the short end of the parasocial relationship stick..... </3 #that's not relevant to anything i've said here i've just spent way too much time thinking about how youtube has changed in the past 20 year #because i'm a loser that got really into youtube when i was 11 and never looked back #and then the watcher thing happened. and i was like ohhh if dan and phil did that to me i would have to die about it.

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ladyluscinia · 6 months

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My hottest take from trying to delve into David Jenkins's interviews and piece together where he's going with this is that - for all he and everyone else are consistent about describing this show as a romance and a romcom (and The Muppets) - I don't think he finds the romance compelling??? At least, not the healthy endgame version.

Like, the one interview where he dropped that he was planning an unrequited romance in all those pitches of his until they shot the bathtub scene in 1x06...? Wild twist, but also it kind of makes sense.

Look at the comparisons he makes. Titanic (where Jack dies). Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (where both leads die). Shows like Insecure and Grey's Anatomy, where relationships get messy breakups constantly. He's excited about fanvids set to Olivia Rodrigo's "Favorite Crime". Writes an episode based on Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, a 1966 film of a play that attacks the concept of happy marriages. He mentions A Star Is Born repeatedly in reference to S2, a movie where the disaster marriage ends in suicide and heartbreak.

And even broad spectrum - he repeatedly explains that he's not compelled by pirate stories. Accuses the genre of being "creaky" and "hard to budge", and then claims to want to subvert it in one interview and shrugs about how "it's a pirate story" as reasoning in others. But the part he seems interested in...? Well it's the oncoming end of the Golden Age aspect, and also maybe the short and violent life of organized crime. He's drawing comparisons to mob movies and Westerns - two things I think we can say trend toward the bittersweet to tragic scale with endings. His examples certainly do.

I'm no longer surprised he was really compelled by the Edward and Izzy toxic divorce in S1 and the idea of doing an arc about "Can Izzy find himself outside of this toxic relationship?" only to answer "No." It seems right in his wheelhouse, tbh. Definitely enough that if he felt like Izzy ought to die due to vibes, I doubt he was looking too hard for an alternative.

For all his talk about "Can BlackBonnet put the work into this relationship?" I'm really getting the impression he thinks the more compelling answer is also "No." He likes the idea of a happy ending maybe, but he doesn't really seem into that as a story.

Now, he does seem to have gotten a crash course in "Maybe don't bury your gays?" and he's not lying about wanting to avoid the specific kinds of coming out and queer trauma stories - those are different kinds of tragedies - but I am... skeptical, perhaps, that the forced happy ending feeling of S2 will do anything but repeat in S3.

Just because, like, if I was scrolling these takes on a fic author's blog, I'd put majority odds on the main couple hanging in the final chapter, and I bet a happy sunset ending would come kinda out of nowhere...

Not really a recipe for satisfying, you know?

#it does still leave me irritated though #like there's playing around with genre expectations and then there's just straight up misleading marketing and tone #and idk how i would word it but this feels like the latter. or forcing a story into a different mold and pretending there's no issue #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd critical #david jenkins #ofmd meta #ladyluscinia #genre

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writing-for-life · 20 days

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Right, okay, I’ve thought long and hard whether to write this:

A squick (even a strong one) is not the same as a trigger.

Emotional discomfort, even emotional discomfort that leads to low-level physical symptoms like e.g. mild nausea, is not trauma. Unfortunately, TikTok pop psych has done nothing to help people understand the difference, because the trend to perceive (even strong) emotional discomfort as equivalent to a trauma response is worrying and neither helps people with nor without PTSD. I don’t wish it on anyone to actually find out the difference if they haven’t yet (disclaimer, since this is unfortunately necessary these days because everything gets misconstrued: I am not talking about individual experiences, because only you can know about those. I’m talking about wider trends in an often young audience with not enough background info to be able to tell apart sound medical/psychological info and viral BS created by “influencers” for some kind of personal gain).

What people in the current fandom spat want to have tagged as “triggers” are overwhelmingly squicks. And we’re probably all guilty of quickly saying “that triggered me”, myself included (and I’m a licensed psychotherapist, shame on me). It has become somewhat of a shorthand for “extremely annoyed or grossed out”. But when it gets used in the context of tagging, it’s good to remember that no one owes us a tag list the length of our arm just because we don’t like certain things. Even if we strongly dislike them.

And even on the occasion someone else’s yuck or yum is an actual trigger for us, it is impossible to cover for every possible trigger, because in theory, EVERYTHING has the possibility to trigger someone somewhere.

E.g., a certain smell in a supermarket holds the rare possibility of triggering someone, but do you see disclaimers at the supermarket door that say, “May smell of 484 different things, which are in detail [list of 484 things] and might be different tomorrow. Plus, we might have a customer today who smells of that perfume that brings up your triggering childhood memories. Or maybe we won’t, but just on the odd chance we do, we thought we’d rather cover it”.

There might be one person with a very specific trigger that does literally nothing to the vast majority of people. Do we expect everyone on Tumblr to tag for “eyebrows” or “white T-Shirt” because of that? How about that person just puts “eyebrows” or “white T-Shirt” in their content filter instead?

Do we really suggest to put that type of responsibility on creators? More importantly: Who are we protecting that way? All we do is put people into bubble wrap and shift responsibility for our mental wellbeing away from ourselves to others.

We are trying to tell other people what to do for our own comfort. That’s controlling.

If we’re squicked out by something, there is a simple solution: we can stop looking or reading. We can use content (not tag) filters. In the worst case, we can block. We don’t have to put that type of responsibility for our personal sensitivities on creators (or people who reblog, for that matter).

We can tag for certain things as a courtesy, I’m all for it. I love being able to filter out stuff I’m not into, and I sometimes wish people would tag better or not tag a certain way (getting ship tags for a ship you’re not into slapped on your character-metas is annoying 🤣). But I don’t die, neither does it cause me unbearable distress, if I see cows where I don’t expect them. Scroll past or block. And if I’m worried about mature topics like nudity or violence: Tumblr has a community label for mature themes you can (and in my view should) use if in doubt. Funnily enough, many people don’t do that though—maybe because they worry about reach?

Of course we should include content warnings where they are due, no one says we shouldn’t. It’s also fair if a creator doesn’t wish to do that beyond general warnings (no specifics) though because they might give away, say, major plot points that way. In that case, general disclaimers like “contains depictions of violence”, or whatever it might be individually, are a good idea. And if that’s not specific enough for us despite knowing that “violence” in general might also contain our personal trigger, we might need to make the decision not to read it to stay safe, but we shouldn’t have a go at the writer for not tagging very specific things that might be considered spoilers.

Long story short: If we assume people are “triggered” by werewolves with vulvas or non-human characters, it might be worth thinking about whether we’re just talking about squicks that very much fall into the category of “personal responsibility”. And there are plenty solutions to that at our end—we don’t need to put that on creators…

#fandom problems #fandom entitlement #fandom stuff #squicks #vs #triggers #tagging #being grossed out or strongly disliking is uncomfortable #but it’s not the same as being triggered

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strawberry-cowmilk · 6 months

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i sent the request about that tiktok trend thing! so, it starts with someone (MC) in front of the camera putting on lipstick and then purposely putting the lipstick out of their lips (like spreading/smudging it) or something. then their partner's thumb will touch the smudged lisptick, which makes the camera turn to their partner who's covered in lipstick on their face like they've just been kissed.

i forgot how i requested this, but just in case i wasn't specific enough, i was requesting if you could write about how the brothers would react or something if MC asked to do this with them!

hi! I'm so glad you saw that one post I made where I was saying I couldn't open the link omg, thank you so much for providing me with this information! I hope I did your idea justice

the brothers when mc asks them to do the lipstick trend together

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

a/n: I feel like the obey me version/name of tiktok is fabsnap so I'll be using that name to refer to the platform

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

at first it's a hard pass because mr pride demon thinks it's silly

like he barely touches his fabsnap account after his brothers made it for him too

but if you ask nice enough and lucifer is too soft for you, he'll agree

but nobody can see your video, especially not his brothers or diavolo

they would joke about it literally every day

Mammon

mammon is active on social media, so when you ask him to do the trend with him he's like sure why not

but then he's kind of shy about filming such a video with you

when you're done filming and you're watching the footage together, mammon is kind of proud of how the video turned out

now mammon will be asking you to do every funny fabsnap trend together

Leviathan

he has no idea what you're talking about because his whole fabsnap page is just hana ruri and tsl content or something so you're gonna have to show him an example video

levi kind of doesn't believe you want to do that with him, at first he says 'no way I can do that' but then he's willing to give it a try

it takes a couple of attempts but you finally got it

levi would prefer it to be a private video only for the two of you, so no posting it publicly

Satan

his whole fabsnap page is just cat videos so he too doesn't know about this trend

when you show him an example he suddenly remembers because asmo sent him a couple of fabsnap videos like that

satan is willing to do it with you though, it might take a couple of tries to get it perfect but when it's done he's proud of the result

when he makes a video it's usually something poorly filmed so he's impressed a video can be that well made

Asmodeus

of course he'll do it with you

asmo keeps sending you videos of fabsnap trends and asks you to do them together too it's basically a fun activity you do together now

he actually wants to shoot two videos so you two can swap roles, and each of you can upload a different one to your accounts

asmo gets his literal professional ready so you can start, the videos turn out really nice too

Beelzebub

he barely touches fabsnap so he doesn't know about the trend either

but he's totally willing to film a video like that with you, it could be fun and it makes you happy

with beel it takes a couple of tries too because he might accidentally knock down the camera a few times but it's okay because the final video turned out great

beel watches it every day because he's so proud of what you made

Belphegor

he knows it exist, and he's willing to do the trend with you as long as the video is just for you and him

belphie didn't know he'd enjoy filming a fabsnap video so much too, when you're done with this one he might want to make another one

when he's less tired though

eventually you and belphie end up with a whole collection of cute little short videos you made together

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #gn!mc

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hi boo, know this trend on tiktok, can you write something like that where sully!reader likes aonung and they’ve been spending time together recently but he knowingly kisses another girl in the circle? so neteyam being the oldest comforts the reader? sucker for older brother nete and player aonung

Betrayed

pairing: Sully!reader x Aonung

summary: You and Aonung have slowly become something more than friends but one night changes everything.

warnings: angst, heartbreak.

A/N: i hope you like this!! this is a little bad cause i haven’t wrote in like forever :)

“ I made you something and I really hope you like it. " Aonung spoke a smile on his face as he held out a bracelet to you.

“ It is so pretty! I love it. " I said, “ Will you put it on me? " I asked, he nodded his head quickly.

“ You’re so pretty. " He whispered, my head shot up at his words, my face turning slightly purple.

“ I enjoy being with you, ever since we moved here I thought things would go wrong but you’ve made everything better. " I spoke, looking into his eyes.

“ I’m glad you and your family stayed with us, I don’t know what I would’ve don’t if I never met you. " Aonung spoke, he was slowly leaning in but then the voice of Lo’ak immediately pulled us apart.

You all sat in a circle playing games and laughing, the fire illuminating on everyone’s face.

“ Okay, Aonung- Truth or dare? " Lo’ak questioned, everyone turned their heads towards Aonung.

“ Dare. " He spoke, “ I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the circle. " Lo’ak smirked, Aonung turned his head towards me and then looked away towards Kyna.

My heart dropped, he wasn’t going to kiss me, he was going to kiss her. Just a few hours earlier he was acting as if I was the only girl on pandora and now??He was acting like a completely different person

Aonung and I had been spending weeks together, getting to both know eachother a lot better but now here he is going to kiss another girl that isn’t me.

My lips went into a thin line as he kissed her, rolling my eyes and turning my head to the side- making direct eye contact with my older brother, Neteyam.

His eyes softened as I told him days before about Aonung and I and my crush on the boy. He warned me about him and I should’ve listened.

I really thought he liked me just as much as I liked him.

After the kiss I turned my head back and saw that Kyna turned slightly purple and Aonung was smirking.

“ It’s getting late, I think I’m going to head to bed. ” I spoke quietly, trying to compose myself and not make a fool of myself by crying in front of all my friends.

As I turned around tears glossed into my eyes, Neteyam stood up as well following me back into our Marui, luckily nobody was in there and as soon as I walked in I fell onto my knees.

Tears soon began falling down my cheeks as I felt arms wrap around me.

“ He-he said he cared about me, and he made me a bracelet. " I cried, choked sobs escaping my mouth.

Neteyam said nothing as he let me cry, he really didn’t wanna say I told you so, so he stayed silent, “ I hate him, I hate him so much, how could he do this? "

“ I really liked him Neteyam. " I spoke, looking up at Neteyam. “ I know sister, I know, but if he’s going to act this way- so childish, he doesn’t deserve you. " Neteyam spoke.

“ You have a kind heart, Aonung is a bitch and he doesn’t know what he’s missing. ”

You smiled at your older brothers words, whenever you were sad you knew Neteyam would always be there for you.

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Do you think that more het-oriented fanfic-writing spaces are more gender-balanced? Or maybe only some of them, with significant enclaves of mostly-men and mostly-women?

If we're asking about fic writers in aggregate, every study of het-heavy FFN and Wattpad reveals a shitton of women. There are no dude-heavy fic spaces on that scale, het-filled or otherwise.

People like to argue about this, but we're talking the difference between spaces with literal millions of accounts and spaces with maybe a hundred thousand.

If we're asking about individual smaller spaces where fic writers hang out, then yes, there are some that are mostly men at least as far as we know, and those spaces tend to have a fair amount of het.

I suspect but cannot prove that something like Edward/Bella fandom at its height was significantly less queer than your standard m/m fandom on AO3, but it probably wasn't significantly less female.

Just based on numbers, I'd expect more dudes to write fic about Ladies Hot than Dudes Hot.

A more significant trend is that men tend to be trained that they should be paid for their labor and tend to have more hope, sometimes justified, of going mainstream with their hobby efforts. That doesn't mean every dude does it with every hobby, but it does have a dampening effect on the kind of gift economy culture we saw on LJ or whatever.

IME, even guys who are doing things for the good of the community are often expecting more direct respect and less of the amorphous social ties that are the currency of many fic fandoms. They might also be more directly solving a tangible problem or doing something that will get them an advantage in their job even if it isn't directly paid. (Compare dudes doing open source coding to dudes writing fanfic, for example. And yes, yes, notallmen, but we're talking big picture here.)

Combine gendered patterns in fiction consumption overall, some gendered social patterns, and social forces against giving shit away for free, and the patterns we see with fic qua fic are perfectly predictable.

The patterns for barely-renamed expies in "original" stories that could one day be monetized, now...

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purrplegyuu · 22 days

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Barely adults | So Junghwan

Warnings: Poor plot, First time (not penetration), masturbation, only clitoris stimulation actually, both of them are virgins, no actually loss of virginity but kind of, gramatical/spelling mistakes (maybe, english is not my first language), let me know if I'm missing something else.

Pairing: Best friend!Junghwan x Best friend!fem reader.

Word count: 1,6k

hiiiiiiiiiii!, it's been already a month since I started staning Treasure, but this is my first work about one of them. I wrote it at one am (i use to sleep at 8 pm) so that's why there might be a lot of mistakes. I would really appreciate for you to tell me if you find any mistake or if you'd like me to change something.

Remember my ask box is still open (even if i haven't answered any ask yet, so sorry to thos 4 people looool), so feel free to request some words. I write for Txt (obviously), Treasure, Zerobaseone, Seventeen and enhypen (maybe, I'm not sure yet).

That's everything, enjoy and have a nice day!

Us. Both barely adults who don’t really know what are we doing. Or what are we going to do.

“Have you thought about your career?” I ask. Is a trending topic in both of our houses since we both decided to take a gap year right after we graduated from high school.

Yeah, we are planning on attending college, however, we were both too tired after three large years of taking high school a little too seriously. My parents were so mad when I told them about my decision, and even threatened me to throw me out of home. They eventually forgot about it, but before that happened, we were in a neverending fight for three months.

His situation had been a little bit different.

He never told me about it, but I noticed. Starting from the day he told his parents about his decision, when he showed up to my bedroom window on the second floor (I still don’t really know how he made it) and asked to sleep on the couch of my room. Secondly, the one time I went to his house to hang out a bit and heard his parents telling him horrible things about how disappointed they were. And finally, tonight, when he asked me to meet at his older brother’s apartment, just for me to find him on the big bed with a pair of big, red eyes.

I’ve got to say I understand our parents. He was first place in class and I was second. Must have been hard for them. And I have to confess it–I feel guilty, I am guilty. I was the one who proposed it and convinced him. Guess I just didn’t thought about the consequences.

However, it’s been nine months since those events now, and it’s already time for us to choose what college career are we going to study now.

“Junghwan?” I called him since he hadn’t answered.

He’s looking right straight to his brother's desk next to the bed.

The silence grows more awkward and he just doesn’t seem to care I’ve came in his brother’s apartment minutes ago.

“Junghwan!” I almost scream, finally catching his attention. He looks at me for a while before asking “Hm?”

“You finally decided what to study?” We’ve been both too lost about it.

He shakes his head no before falling silent once again.

After a few seconds, his hand lifts up from the edge of the bedroom, and offers it to me. I take it, and soon he pushes me onto his lap.

“Wa!” I yell, impressed by his sudden strength over me.

We’ve never been like this before. We’ve never been this close before. Yet, I’ve always dreamt about it.

“Ju-junghwan, you’re too clumsy” I jokingly said, trying to act like I didn’t get what is he doing. I move on his lap trying to stand up, however, he takes both of my hands and forces me to move closer to him.

“”I’m not” he looks right into my eyes while breathing on my face. His breath feels addictive like drugs, it is hard for me to breathe, and my lower lip trembles from the massive desire of kissing him.

And it looks like he’s feeling just like me, because it takes him just a few seconds to melt his lips into mine in a way I’ve never seen before, not even in the best porno.

His lips move away from mine. Our foreheads touch, our noses meet, and we both remain silent for a few seconds while we catch our breath. And then, he kisses me again. His hand lets mine go, and I hold myself on his shoulders while one of his hands take the back of my neck and the other one takes my thigh from under the light green dress I decided to wear (for him, but that’s supposed to be a secret).

Everything is so fast, so rude and so forced it scares me. It doesn’t feel romantic but desperate; it doesn’t feel fluffy but feverish.

I take his hand when I feel it reaching my underwear, and cut the kiss while trying to breathe again. He looks at me confused. His red swollen lips wanting nothing but to kiss me again, his hand on my neck taking me strongly, his cheeks flushed from the heat of the moment and his dark pupils waiting for me to say something.

“Junghwan,”I try to speak but I’m just too embarrassed to speak–because I’m red as an apple, because I’ve just kissed him and because… “Junghwan, I haven’t… had sex yet”

He laughs lowly, taking me again into his hands to kiss me one more time. “Don’t worry,” He says between kisses. “me neither”

His lips move to my cheek, leaving some wet kisses before moving to my ear, then to my neck and finally my clavicles. My hands squeeze his shoulders strongly while lifting my dress slowly, making my skin crawl.

He stops kissing me to look right into my eyes to find my agreement, which he happens to find fastly before taking my dress off of my body. My hand runs down his abdomen, looking for the hem of his black hoodie to try to lift it up. He helps me do it, lifting his arms so I can take it off, and once I’m done, he switches our positions, throwing me to the bed.

He goes back to kiss my lips while his hands caresses my skin slowly, playing with my sanity by taking the hem of my panties and drawing the outline of it. His lips move to my ear, leaving a kiss in there before whispering “You look so pretty… all messy and small under me” and “Isn’t it funny? You’re the one who always leads me, and now I’m on top of you” before laughing.

I’m the extrovert one, I’m the noisy one. Whenever someone approaches both of us, it is because they’re trying to know about me. I’ve heard people telling he’s always been only a shadow always walking behind me. Yeah, I’m socially a dom, but he’s been secretly a sexual dom all this time.

I turn around to look at his eyes, silently begging for him to not tease me any second more, and that’s when I feel his hand move in my panties, touching my skin everytime closer to my cunt. And I thought he wasn't going to give everything I asked for so easily, however, his finger started circling my clitoris right after he reached it. He kept on kissing my right clavicle while his other hand moved to my back, looking for the clasp of my bralette. He undoes it and takes it off completely.

I feel my stomach tensing up for the first time, making me whine loudly and arch my back. “Have you touched yourself before?” He asks. I nod slowly.

“Ye-yes, but never came” And never felt that good.

My stomach tenses a second time, making me whine even louder and higher. I take his arm as if wanting to slow down.

“Why?” He asks, making my cheeks even hotter.

“I-I’ve never-“ A moan escapes from my throat. “I’ve never been able to.” Every time I touched myself, I would just stimulate my clitoris for minutes until the feeling is so overwhelming I can’t deal with it and stop touching it. I even thought I was asexual. However, I’ve always wanted to touch myself again every night after seeing Junghwan’s abs.

His fingers speed up, making me scream his name loudly while pleading for him to slow down, however, we both know that's not what I want. I squeeze his arm harder, my hips move by themselves, my back arches, my lower abdomen is so tense I feel I’m about to explode. And then, an overwhelming feeling floods me up, making me moan while my voice breaks out because of the way he kept touching my clit even after I came. Finally, he slowed down until he stayed still while his hand rested in my panties.

My eyes still closed, my chest rising and falling as I try to catch my breath. And once I think I’m right, I open my eyes, just to find him looking at me closely with the sweetest smile ever.

everything around me is spinning, my head hurts a little, I feel the sweat on my forehead and everything not called 'Junghwan' feels so unnecessary.

He hugs me, leaving a kiss on my forehead before turning on the lamp on the nightstand and turning the room’s lights off. He knows me so well, he knows I’m still afraid of the dark.

#junghwan smut #junghwan #treasure | purrplegyuu #barely adults | junghwan #treasure smut #treasure hard hours #kpop smut #am I the first one writing smut for him? omg such an honor #purrplegyuu #best friend junghwan

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