#??? idk what to tag this as. lmk if i need to add tags

[pixiefunroom]

I've done it. By stars I've done it.

Below you will find what I'm calling "Siffrin eX-Change" or just, yknow, "the fic where Siffrin gets fucked by the Change God." You can blame this on @sifloopboning (hi btw ur cool enjoy the insanity) for giving me the idea.

Anyway I, legit might write more of this. And/or put it on AO3. Mainly just because I need to embaress the rouge or I'll die and there's so many juicy ideas.

Anyway without further adieu: sex.

(You didn’t know what you expected. . . But this wasn’t it. This really, really wasn’t it.)

(It had been a few days since you escaped the loops and everyone had been so nice to you! So kind and understanding and giving, every time you wanted to help you’d be told nope! Go rest up! But you wanted to, you really did. You messed everything up after all so. . .)

(So, you wanted to do something, At least. You considered walking to the favor tree, but even now it just. . . Left a bad taste in your mouth. And it tasted of sugar. So, instead you decided to try something different! Make a change as it were, ha ha haaaaaaaa- -pleasedon’tbemadUniverseit’scheatingpromise-)

(You found the Change statue you liked the most and did a short little prayer, just a simple thing, just asking if you could, help? At all? You WERE the one stagnating this place in time after all. Your meeting with the Change God was unexpected, and really scary honestly! So. . . You just, wanted to, make things right?)

(But you didn’t expect, t-this.)

(No sooner had you fallen asleep than you found yourself in that featureless void. That’s where you are now, the same one you met the Change God in. Obviously, there wasn’t any difference in the nothing around you, same boring void of nothing.)

(Except, you’re naked.)

(Head to toe, you’re naked; the only covering you had was your eyepatch. Stars, you’re glad you at least have that, still, it was the one Isabeau made for you! Now all that remained was a very simple question, why were you here?)

“Haaaaaiiii c(<w<)c!!!”

(Oh no.)

“Didn’t you say aaaaanythiiiing~? (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)”

(With great hesitancy you slowly turn around, and, sure enough, the blinding Change God is standing just a few inches behind you! You jump and stumble in surprise, falling back onto your butt. The statue was. . . Well, different-)

“Uh YEAH!!! (˶˃⤙˂˶) I’d HOPE SO!!” (You wince, S-stars you, forgot, about that-)

“I-I, I didn’t, th-think-” (You’re cut off by the Change God jumping on you and sitting on your chest. They were surprisingly light for being made of stone!) 

(The statue, the face on its head always shifting and changing, looked down at you with a (•؎ •) expression. The poncho looked soft and delicate, the arms and legs with smooth, well crafted joints ending in finely sanded hands. Well, they looked more like nubs with fingers, in honesty.)

“Yaaaayyy!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ u got out!!!  (Change God giggles and leaned down, face a few inches from yours.) “And you changed sooooooo much!!! I’m proud of you!!! Good for you!!!”

“W-why are you here?!?!?!” (You look around you in panic, this can’t be happening this, this can’t be happening?!?)

“Yes it caaaannnn~” (You feel a hand on your side and it sends shocks up your body, it, makes you freeze!) “I’m here ‘cause I can (•̀ᴗ•́ )و, YOU’RE here ‘cause you offered to heeeelp~!!”

“B-but, wh-”

“Awww isn’t it obvious Stardust~” (In a blink, the statue turns into an exact copy of Loop. Down to the mannerisms.) “‘Why me’ You may ask? Because the ice between us is already broken! If I had to explain me to a new little face it would take all day~!”

(You had to recover after seeing Loop towering over you. Again.) “I- b-because I’m convenient?!?!”

“And because you owe me!! ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)” (And the statue was back.) 

“B-but, I-Isa and I, we, haven’t, e-even. . .”

“¬‿¬ Uh huh?”

“. . . W-wellwetriedbutdidn’tgofar-”

“Went far enough ;3! And what about all the other people u boned?”

“Oth-” (You caught their eye, and, wait, oh stars no. Your face was getting hot. So, so so so hot because, stars HOW COULD YOU FORGET SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!?!)

“It’s okaaaay Siffy-pop!! EEEEEVERYONE forgets stuff!!” (The Change God boops you on the nose, only making you want to hide your face.) “O-kaaay how about this (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) just gimmie one night! One widdle teensy weensy night to have some fun and if u reeeeeally don’t like it theeeeeen we’ll see.”

“What do you m-”

“BUUUUT If you DO like it then we can do it every night!!(★‿★)!!”

“E-EVERY-” (You choke out, finally slamming your hands over your mouth and face. S-ssttars this was, ss-so, so much to, to take in!! Breathe, breathe, in and out, in and out, close your eye. . . E-every, every night? A-and, you did, say you’d do anything. And it can’t be, be that bad or, a-and. . . You’re, feeling hot, and relaxed, and- wait.)

(You open your eye again and Change was laying on top of you, gently stroking your chest, kicking their feet in the air, and grinning at you. You squint.) “. . . What?”

“Hmmmm. . . Yep, ur cute （*＾-＾*）”

“H-HUH?!?”

“you make up ur mind yet??? I’m boooooooooooooooooooored!!!”

“T-this is a big decision if I want to fuck a god!!! N-not even my god!!!”

“Well it’s not like you’d get a chance with your god an-y-waaayyyy~” (They had the smuggest, most annoying face on right now.)

“. . .” (You look away, Stars. . . Did the Universe even look out for you still? Or even, exist? Was your god gone and you were just living in denial. . . ? You need to stop thinking about this before you cry. Universe, if you’re listening, uh, sorry?) “A-alright, I’ll do it.”

“poggers!!!” (Change flapped their arms excitedly- wait what does that even mean?!?!) “don’t worry ‘bout it fwinnyyyy!!! U ready?”

(Ugh.) “N-not really, but let’s, geeeeet tooo iiiiiit. . .“

“Okay! (≧∇≦)ﾉ yay!!! Just close your cute widdle eye and relaaaax~”

“O-okay-” (You take a breath, then, close your eye. After a second, maybe two you felt a warm kiss on your neck.)

(Just that one little kiss sent electric shocks through your whole body. It made you jolt and gasp for air. Your eyes flying open to, to total darkness?!? You couldn’t see a thing!!! You opened your mouth to talk, but, but no words came out!! There was something in your mouth?!?!? W-when, when did-)

“Dawww siwwy Siffwin!!! I’m THE CHANGE GOD (＠＾０＾) !!! You shoulda’ expected this!!!” (The voice is directly in your ears, in your head!!! You’re about to respond but you’re cut off by another kiss, which turns into a bite!!!)

(It was like nothing you had EVER felt before!!! Not any way you died, not the ways Isabeau kissed you, none of it!!! The shocks and warmth that flowed into you was like a venom. You felt your muscles relax and your face get hot. Stars, you moaned!!!)

“Thaaaat’s a good widdle rogue~” (The Change Gods giggles didn’t stop. There was another bite, then another, and another, and another! It was on your neck, your shoulders, your back, your chest, your- hA--)

(It was all too much, you were losing your MIND!!!)

“Good Rogue, Good Siffrin~” (Change repeated into your head.) “You’re doing sooooo so so soooo good~”

(I-it had been, just, a few seconds and, and you already wanted more, needed more!! Those kisses were wild, the bites were wild!!! You whimpered into your gag, feeling a hand drag up your side and hearing more blinding giggles!!!)

(You, you LIKED THIS??!?!?)

(THAT??? WAS THE MOST SURPRISING THING OF ALL OF THIS?!?!?! Y-you, you didn’t expect this, a-any of this, any at all but, b-but, a-actually being into it!?!?! R-really, really into it!! You, y-you- HHAAA--)

“Dawwww is someone having a widdle cwisis ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`)~” (Change snickered, you could feel their hands cupping your face, and trailing your body, a-and between your legs- S-SSTARS-) “Just keep breathing Siffy-pop! I’ll take gooood care of you~”

(You felt their lips on yours, kissing you, and then again, again, and again! They kept going, kissing you until they finally held you into the kiss. You, y-you return it, kissing them back, opening your mouth a crack to invite them in.)

(Their tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring, teasing. It felt rough, hot, and, and a little slimy? I-it’s, stars then it kept going! Their tongue went deeper, deeper, slipping down and down, down into your throat and making you gag. You wiggled on the spot until you felt hands pinning you down from all sides.)

(Each touch was exploding your nerves and the kiss was making your brain turn to mush!!! You could feel hands moving to your crotch a-and, stroking, and, a-and- hHHAAWHATTHEFUCK THAT’S NOT, WHAT, YOU--)

“Soup-riiiiise (∩^o^)⊃━☆!” (Change was still talking in your head despite being deep in your mouth.) “Thought you’d wanna try it out a lil!”

(And by try it out, they meant, give you a dick!!! You felt it, you felt it twitching in their hand!!! It felt so sensitive, a-and, and good!! You whimpered, feeling them tease your brand new tip, stroking down softly before cupping your brand new pair. It was so sensitive!! You couldn’t stop yourself, you let out every blinding noise you could!)

“A-doooooowable~” (They giggled and stroked you faster, kissed you deeper, bit your shoulder, stroked all over your body all at once! And you couldn’t even see it!!!)

(You y-you were losing yourself, losing your mind with all this pleasure!! You lost track of time, you couldn’t think of anything except everything the Change God was doing to you!! You couldn’t help it, you, you needed it, please, please please please--)

“Pleeeease :3c~?” (P-please please please PLEASE-- You could feel their grip tighten on you,  y-you, you, needed, p-please!!) “Awwwww~ I dunnoooo~”

(PLEASE-- W-what do, do y-you, you--)

“Well~ Bout time I asked again!” (You felt Change tilt your head to the side and bite again as they talked.) “How ‘bout that deal! Sounds pretty good right now, yeah?”

(P-PLEASE YOU-- HHA, y-y-yuouuneeded, c-couldn’t- t-think--)

“Yeaaaah? You like the sound of that? Letting me own you~?” (They cackled and squeezed your side.) “Eeeevery night looking forward to this~ Feel the bites, the touches, all of it, waking up nice and refreshed? (¬‿¬) Sounds nice, doesn’t it! It’s be soooooo cute if u said yes~!”

(Y-yes, yes, yes yes YES YES PLEASE, P-PLEASE, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE---)

“YIPPEE!!!!” 

(You feel the Change God squeeze your dick tight!!! So tight, so, s-so tight!!! You gasped for air, but couldn’t, you held on to anything for dear life!! I-it, it went on for so long but, finally you felt your whole body shudder as you finally came.) 

(Change kept stroking you softly, working you through each surge until the orgasm faded. You felt their tongue retreat from your mouth, their grip loosen, the weight on your chest lighten. Your breathing steadies, eye still closed. You felt sweaty, and hot, and exhausted.)

(You felt a warm blanket on you, the ground was soft. You felt their hand gently playing with your hair. If you weren’t so tired, you’d be incredibly confused by the sudden change in energy. . . S-stars above. . .)

“Have fun? :3”

“. . . M-mmhm. . .”

“Yaaaay!!’ (They pat your head.) “I’m gonna wake u up now okay? Have a good day!!! See u tonight!!! Mwah!!! (p≧w≦q)”

“W-wh- wait wha-”

“Nope! *Hangs up phone.*”

(You jolt back awake in your bed at the House of Change, the sun barely peeking in through the window. You blink, and rub your eye. You actually, didn’t feel tired at all? Stars you, a-actually felt great! Best night sleep in your life! You fall back into bed! Haha, wow!)

(Oh you were in so much trouble!!!)

(Hahahahaha oooooh who’d kill you first, Mirabelle? Oh probably Mira, she was still waiting for that time to be angry at you later but WOW!!! She was about to have!!! A lot more to be angry about!!! A-and what about Isa?!? Y-you, you didn’t even ask him i-if it was, w-was okay to do that!!! Oh maybe the Head Housemaiden would be mad at you too for fucking her god!!!! AAAAAAA THIS WAS A DISASTER!!!!)

(A-and the Universe--)

(You felt a pit in your stomach just, just THINKING about it!! W-was, was this blasphemy?!?! Were you going to go to the void?!?!?! Was this it?!?!? Ten years of bad luck because you fucked the Change God?!?!!?)

(Stop, calm down, calm down, breathe in, out. In, out. In. . . Out. . . Just breathe. It’ll be okay, you’re okay, you’re okay. You’re loved, you’re safe. J-just, just, figure out a way to uh, b-bring it up. Just, breathe.)

(Okay! You’re good now! You sit up and move the blankets off you.)

(. . .)

(Oh!)

(OH!!!!!)

(SO THAT DICK CHANGE?!?!! STUCK!?!??!? YOU STUPID BLINDING STATUE!!!!)

(You look around, nope, no-one here! You and Isa weren’t sharing rooms. Yet. So no-one could see this absolute catastrophe!!! Hahaaaaaaaawait there’s a. Change God statue dancing on the bedside table.)

(. . . It winked at you.)

(When did your life become so WEIRD!!!)

[muppetfreak]

Now that I'm caught up on Agatha All Along, just a thought...

Everyone who has died so far has died specifically to protect Agatha from her past.

"Mrs. Hart" was only with them in the first place because Agatha brought her to avoid facing Rio.

Alice died saving Agatha from her mother.

And Lilia died saving Agatha from the Salem Seven (who were really only after Agatha).

[whump-on-a-string]

She made you some tea to help you sleep.

[stinkrascal]

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vladislaus inspo for this post

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picture 2 Victim: Please, let me go. I won't say anything.

picture 3 Nadia: I know, you won't. Soon, you won't have the tongue to speak. Helena: Hurry this up, Nadia. Y'all said this would be quick.

picture 4 Inessa: Aw, how precious. Don't tell me you're getting squeamish. Helena: Ain't nothing about being squeamish, I got things to do. Yakov: Those bastard students can wait! Inessa: Relax, we're having fun.

picture 5 Victim: Please, oh, God, please, just let me go. Marcellus: Hah! I love it when the meat squeals.

picture 6 Marcellus: Sing for me, piggy!

picture 7 Nadia: At ease, friend. Helena is right. Only children play with their food. Go on. Open the cage.

picture 8 Marcellus: So he lives! Vladislaus: Ugh.

picture 10 Marcellus: You've finally come out of your hole? Yakov: Hah! Must've been a great hole! Vladislaus: Ugh.

picture 11 Yakov: You missed a lively dinner, Vlad. You better make it to the next one, boy. Vladislaus: ... Yakov: Oh, apologies. I forgot you don't eat people, or whatever puritanical brainrot you're espousing this century.

picture 12 Inessa: I've missed you, pretty boy. When will you visit the parlor again? Frankie misses you. Vladislaus: Unhand me at once. Inessa: oh, and you're so gaunt. You need a proper meal.

picture 13 Helena: I'm leading the next hunt. You should join us. Vladislaus: You are leading? I thought—

picture 14 Helena: Things change, Vladislaus.

picture 15 Vladislaus: Stop pestering me, all of you. I have no time for antics. I must speak to the headmaster at once.

picture 16 Nadia: Where are your manners, my dear boy? Vladislaus: I am a grown man. Nadia: I know, darling—and look at how grown you are! Did you visit the wizards again? You look taller. Vladislaus: Ugh.

picture 17 Nadia: Always with your pouting. Why don't you try smiling, my dear? Vladislaus: I asked for a moment of your time, headmaster, not your condescension.

picture 18 Nadia: [ giggling ] Don't headmaster me, boy. Pardon us. This may take a while.

[youredreamingofroo]

Can you Stop reblogging posts with Nudity. I hate seeing asses on My Dash. Thanks.

no :)

if you don't like seeing posts w nudity;

1) unfollow me.

2) utilize the filter tag system. My tw tagging system is labeled in my navi/intro post. if the filtering doesn't work, tell me to tag a post and/or see #1 sjdjejd

[kxllerblond]

porcelain doll under cut in case y'all are freaked by 'em

i do nOT collect them seriously. i've got two fairy ones part of a 3 doll collection i wanna complete. and a pretty rare florence maranuk doll. but i saw this unbranded one (idk maybe she'll have info once i get her) and i was like, fuck it. she won't get here till monday but she's so cuuuute

[sifloopboning]

can i be so real with you. ok so first of all. i do think a siffedrin who's already a masochist is fun and sexy and has a lot of potential vis a vis kink discovery and exploration. however. the hottest thing imaginable To Me is for him to start off genuinely not being a masochist at all in the slightest and being trained/conditioned so thoroughly that he'd make the cenobites scared. ok im putting a readmore now cuz im shy teehee

it'd be soo easy with his insane people-pleasing tendencies and eagerness to ignore/push through their pain esp if they think they can help/please someone by doing so. personally i think itd be fun for a hypothetical sadist dom thats definitely not a projection of me to actively edge him for hours on end without letting them cum at the end. followed by passively edging him for days by making it clear that he's not allowed to touch themselves or cum unless their dom allows them. though of course they'd still be feeling up / teasing sif just enough to keep them simmering the whole time.

if he's good, he gets to go through another long active edging session at the end of which they are allowed to cum! but only if he begs be hurt, and only if the dom is simultaneously inflicting some kind of pain on them. they'd prolly do anything for any kind of release at that point esp since he figures he can handle pain even if they dont necessarily like it. and of course this means he's forced to nut over and over until he's sobbing and on the edge of passing out from overstimulation. then they get lots and lots of tender loving aftercare, affection, and compliments for being so good because he deserves it ❤️ and also to strengthen the association between pleasure and being hurt/in pain of course. wrt to the type of hurting i think u could start off small (spanking, rough biting, hair pulling, etc) then escalate more and more! rinse and repeat of this with more and more extreme stuff while making sure that they only get to cum when theyre in pain and you could get him to the point that if you slap him in the face he'd cum a little on the spot. and of course be unable to cum no matter how much or well they're being touched if they're not also being hurt. do you see my vision

[rgb-pixel]

What if in Harry Potter the killing curse didn't immediately kill someone? What if they just appear dead with no signs of life but on the inside they're still well and conscious? What if they get buried while alive through the whole process? And if the preparation didn't kill them then what if they just starved/dehydrated to death in a wooden box, unable to let anyone know they're still alive?

[pineappical]

hey!! id really appreciate it if you could help out a friend of a friend of mine, anything would be really appreciated! 💛💛 (reblogs also help a ton!)

[astarab1aze]

asuka's a 'golden goose' - meaning their eggs, should they lay any, are naturally gold in color. normally, this would mean they're rife with magical energy and as or more useful than blackwyrm eggs, but because asuka doesn't possess any magic themselves, their eggs are duds. no magic, only the most basic of alchemical applications, no potency, extremely low chance of fertilization, yet extremely high value anyway because no one actually knows that but crovita. were it to be found that they lay golden eggs, they would be held captive and bred until they laid all the eggs they physically can ( which is, only one or two ), and what usually happens to harpies would follow - murder and harvesting.

[gaytimeswith-scar]

ok headcanon that in the life series corpses just. Stay There

and with all the injuries and shit that killed them (limbs chopped off, heads blown apart, etc), just laying where they died

so you’re just walking through the woods one day and oh shit look it’s my dead body. haha i remember that death. fun times

people loot the bodies ofc, and ig if you wanted to you could go around and collect corpses? for like a wall or soemthing?

for permadeaths, the bodies are still there, but after the lightning clears, they have their arms folded over their chests, wounds cleaned, blood mopped up, inventory and armour in a neat pile next to the corpse

[number1abbasupporter]

not someone telling me to off myself while playing a video game i can’t 😭

[agustdiv1ne]

i'm sorry but please do not interact if u are a proana/ed blog. it makes me severely uncomfortable

[hypotheticallyimmortal]

I'm sorry that sometimes all I can do is leave you with a torrent of half-felt, half-loved, "I love you"s

sometimes I don't really feel sometimes I don't feel real at all my emotions disconnected motions and emotions spliced by the motions of an antique film reel

I preach my love for you insistently yet I feel it, inconsistently I watch from a mountain out of reach from the love I preach

but sometimes my love is like a fountain out of breath, like we're on a mountain I want to kiss you until we're both gasping for air I want to run my hands through your hair just tasting the proof that you're there

and then I'm gone, haunted by emotions lost in a body gasping I feel like I'm grasping, at the story of the moment rasping it out, hoping you don't see, that you can't tell don't worry, it's not you, it's me I'm not the same, a switch has flipped I wanted to kiss you, why don't I want to kiss you

it's gone too far too fast too much the moment's passed I wanted to kiss you, why don't I want to kiss you I'm trapped in the box you call the moment you're suffocating me let go get off why do I miss you why can't I just fucking kiss you

I'm fluctuating an echo

I kissed you I missed you I loved you I'm gone

I wish for another moment where I can say I love you and mean it in the moment the same way you mean it because I love you

but it's a torment to love you I don't, I can't, it's not the same you're not to blame it's just because I- I'm lost in the moment

[lovscb97]

— stray kids links [hyung line]

tags: hyung line!stray kids x fem!reader, established relationship, rough sex, unprotected sex (plz wrap it before u tap it), creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, mild dacryphilia, begging, use of collars/leashes, spanking, strength kink, oral sex (f. receiving), squirting, car sex, slight exhibitionism, slight choking, use of nicknames (baby, princess, angel, kitten, etc), degradation (slut, whore, etc), dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, etc

wc: 2.73k

add. notes: hai …. sorry i made this post instead of giving u guys nerd!chan pt. 2 I FUCKIN SWEAR IT’S COMING but it’s just taking the piss out of me n i needed this out for a new post. anyways plz dni if u r a minor like i mean that w my whole chest n also lmk if some of the links stop working or if u can’t see them idk what i can do abt that . but at least i will be aware LMFAOOOOO yea anyways enjoy :3

maknae line ver.

. . .

⥽ … BANG CHAN: 

link one.

chan is packing. he is absolutely packing to the point you felt like he was going to tear your womb apart when you first got intimate with him, his thick cock stretching you out past your limits as fresh sobs fell from your mouth. since then, he's trained you to take him with enough prep, always making sure to milk at least two orgasms from you before he even thinks about letting his dick near your pussy regardless of how hard it might be throbbing. that wait becomes worthwhile though when he finally sinks inside of you, dirty words and throaty groans rambled in your ear as he releases himself deep inside once he's reached his peak. he loves the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in, never leaving you alone until he's dumped his load empty.

"fuck, baby. how are you so tight?" chan hisses incredulously, wet thumb still circling your clit as you shake in his hold. you're extremely sensitive at this point, twitching from the slightest touch after having cum for the third time, but the only thing in your mind right now is your boyfriend breeding you, the request made obvious with how you tighten your legs around his waist to pull him in. "cum in me, daddy. please!" you plead, teary eyes blinking up at chan whose orbs roll to the back of his head at your keen expression. it only takes a few more thrusts before he's shooting ropes of hot cum inside you, gripping himself to ensure he stays in place. you sigh in content at the warm liquid flooding you, and chan just smiles tiredly, leaning in to sweetly kiss you. "i love you, precious girl." he whispers, resting his body on top of you to keep you plugged up for the rest of the night.

link two.

you're chan's favourite destress toy, that much is obvious. every time he comes home from a long day at work, he knows it'll be worthwhile because you'll be there waiting with open arms and your wet hole longing to be filled up. he'll even take you right then and there in the living room sometimes, making sure everyone around you two knows exactly whose name you're screaming. certain days when he's had it particularly bad though, he'll collar you up and attach a leash to it that he can pull back on, bending you over with your ass up in the air as he slams himself into you repeatedly. it gives him immense pride to have that sense of control over you, to be able to manoeuvre you into whatever position he desires. if he's feeling especially mean, he'll edge you until you're crying into the sheets, cooing at how fucked out you look, knowing he's the only one who can make you feel that way.

"please.. i wan' cum, please." you slur out mindlessly, drool dripping down your mouth as chan slowly drags his cock in and out of you, its mushroom tip pressing deliciously against that spot inside. your boyfriend just chuckles from behind you, his hand yanking on the leash that's tied to your collar which makes you lean back in an instant. his hand sneaks down to grip himself as he pulls out for the nth time, and you whine at the loss of fullness in you, bottom lip jutting out as he slaps the head of his cock against your clit. "yeah, princess? you wanna cum? wanna cum all over daddy's dick?" he mocks you, laughing sadistically when you desperately nod your head. he continues to rub up your little nub, and you're soon about to fall over the edge, gratitude on your lips when he suddenly stops. "oh, baby, you're not cumming that easily tonight." chan growls, causing you to shiver under his hold as he pushes you back onto the bed. it looks like you're in for a long night.

⥽ … LEE MINHO: 

link one.

you love pissing minho off. it's one of the little things in life that gives you so much pleasure, aside from when your boyfriend fucks you, of course. minho, on the other hand, doesn't take lightly to your teasing at all. on days where you're acting out by wearing revealing clothes in front of his friends or sitting too close to one of them for his liking, he'll drag you out with some lame excuse and a clenched jaw, mumbling something about how you're both going home now. he doesn't even care that you're probably smug by the end of it, because that feeling of triumph soon dissipates when he has you bent over his lap, veiny hands kneading the plush of your ass before he's landing a harsh smack on it. he'll spank you and make you count your punishment, and if you lose track, he'll just have to start all over again.

"fucking slut." minho tsk's, cold fingers running themselves against the bruised skin of your butt. he takes a moment to admire his work, tracing the red imprints of his hand on your ass and even the outline of your white panties, which are absolutely soaked by now. "min, please! 'm sorry, it won't happen again." you cry out, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes although you can't see it. another series of repeated spanks land on you, and you yelp in response, legs kicking up from the stinging impact. your body burns by now, every touch minho provides it leaving behind a searing sensation, but you know your boyfriend is far from done with you. "we both know that's a damn lie." he clicks his tongue. "you're always acting out, so it seems like i gotta really start putting you in your place, hm?" you're about to protest when he smacks again, drawing a sob from you; the sound goes straight to his core. he licks his lips, a smirk stretched across them as he readies his palm once more. "now, stop crying and start counting, whore."

link two.

it's no secret that minho is a certified ass man. he loves you, but god does he love your ass just as much. everything about it sends him reeling, from the way it's accentuated in the clothes you wear, to the plump flesh of it that jiggles every time he's got you on your hands and knees. you'd argue he puts you in this position at least once every time you two fuck because knowing your boyfriend, he just wants to watch the way you push back on him when he's bottomed out inside you. he'll give you a few smacks here and there on it too, kneading the skin in his palms before he's snapping his hips into yours. most of the time, he'll refuse to cum inside of you, instead pulling out just before he tips over the edge to release all over your behind and back. you're not complaining though, you love the feeling of his seed dripping over it just as much as he does.

"mm, shit, you look so good right now, kitten." minho groans from behind you, cockhead practically battering your cervix with the way he's shoving himself in and out of you. your whines are high in pitch with how he's fucking you, and you stutter to speak when you try and respond. "y-you say that every time." you eventually manage to heave out, and minho chuckles breathlessly, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass in them as he bites his lip, moaning lowly at the way it bounces back against his dick. "can't help it. you're too hot." he grunts, pistoning his hips at a frenzied pace that knocks the breath out of your lungs. it only takes a matter of minutes before you're both cumming, loud noises filling the room as minho pulls out just in time so he can splatter his release all over your backside. his thumb dips into the seed that now decorates your ass, and he swipes to collect it, pushing it into your mouth. a grin decorates his face as you suck on it. "atta girl."

⥽ … SEO CHANGBIN: 

link one.

changbin is a gym fanatic through and through, and with his rigorous work out routine eventually came his well-built physique, chiselled and bulked up to the point you think you would barely recognise his past self. it refects in the way he walks, talks and holds himself; he loves his strength and he loves showing it off, especially to you. that's why every time you're both entangled in his sheets, it results in him urging you to stand up before hoisting you in his arms. some days he'll hold you in them and bounce you up and down his cock, relishing in the way your cries echo through the room alongside the slapping of skin. other days, he'll toss you around and headlock you as he pounds you from behind, groaning filth in your ear as he pushes you to the edge of tipping. either way, you love what he does, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"hng, so strong, binnie!" you wail, hands clutching your boyfriend's broad back and shoulders as your nails dig into his soft skin, sure to leave marks the next day. changbin just grunts at your sounds of pleasure, too immersed in fucking you onto his cock in your current position. he's got you clinging onto him for dear life as he enters you repeatedly, pride blooming in his chest when you acknowledge how hot it is that he can pick you up so effortlessly. "y-yeah, pretty? like when binnie fucks you like this?" he stutters slightly, too wrapped up in how your pussy clings to his girth. you nod your head rapidly, babbling about how close you are and how hard you're going to cum, spraying all over your boyfriend in due time when he slams into that spot hidden inside you. you're not even given a chance to recover afterwards, changbin manhandling you onto the bed on your stomach before he's sinking back inside. "just a little more, baby. binnie's gotta cum too, okay?" he's whining, and you keen despite the sting of overstimulation rushing through, not knowing you're going to end up letting him use you for another hour.

link two.

you've always known changbin is a romantic at heart, his soft-spoken nature despite the daunting aura he gives off due to his frame often sending your brain spiralling. it gives you whiplash, the way he treats you. some days he'll fuck you like he hates you, growling dirty comments to your face and spitting in your mouth as you shake through an orgasm. other days, however, he'll craddle you in his arms, caging your body underneath him as he rocks his hips against yours in deep, fluid motions. one of his favourite things to do during these instances is hold your hand. he loves the feeling of your fingers lacing through his, holding onto him as he delivers sharp strokes inside of you. something about it feels so raw, like both your souls are intertwined in one big hug. he'll kiss you dizzy, burying his face into your neck as you both whimper 'i love you's' to each other.

"baby.. fuck, baby." changbin moans, his breath fanning hot against the sticky skin of your shoulder from where he's nosed himself in. his hand clings to yours amidst his movements, and you mewl loudly when he thrusts particularly deep inside of you. "i love you. love you so much, my baby. my pretty, perfect angel." your boyfriend pants, head moving to bring his lips to yours in a messy meeting. it's filled with so much love and care, your mouths moulding perfectly against one another's as you exchange kisses. your stomach feels like it's filled with butterflies, but you're not sure if that's because of how fucking in love you are with him or because of changbin rocking his hips into you. either way, you pull apart from him, trying to say it back in the middle of your noises of pleasure. "l-love you so much, binnie. fuck, you always give it to me so good." you praise, and changbin visibly shivers, burying his face back where it was between your neck to continue making love to you until at last, you're both coming undone together.

⥽ … HWANG HYUNJIN: 

link one.

one thing you adore about your precious lover boy is his mouth. his pretty, plump lips that kiss your tears away, or his dangerously addictive tongue that's always finding it's way between your thighs when he feels like it, which is basically all the time. hyunjin can't help that you taste so sweet, or how you're always so perfectly wet for him by the time he's journeyed down to your legs where you truly need him. he'll spend hours buried between them, parting you with his slender fingers and holding you open for him to lick into. he finds extreme satisfaction in the way you push back against his body when he's having a go at you, too weak to move him in your futile efforts of running away from his mouth once he's had you cum twice without stopping. he'll continue anyways though, because to him, there's no better treat after a long day.

"hyunie, s-slow down." you whimper, the lewd suckling sounds of your clit being wrapped in your boyfriend's mouth resonating through the room as he messily eats you out. his movements are filled with fervour and desperation, something you'll never get used to experiencing despite how long you've been together. each time almost always feels like you're starring in some obscene porno with the way hyunjin always drawls out the most nasty sounds from you. this instance is no different either, because before you can even react, you're spraying droplets of clear liquid on his face, your boyfriend groaning into you at the feeling of you squirting on him. he cleans it all up with great pleasure, breathing heavily as he finally rises from his position to slot himself between your legs. his lips find yours in a dirty kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "you're insatiable." you murmur when he pulls away, and hyunjin chuckles, mouth hovering over your jaw as you tremble at his next words. "not my fault my baby's got the tastiest cunt in the world."

link two.

hyunjin is a freak through and through. you've known for a while that he gets off on all sorts of things, and one of them is primarily the risk of being sneaky in public, regardless if it's planned or not. there have been one too many occasions of the latter where you've both been out on a date together with you looking a little too good, too good to the point that the waiter starts flirting with you and leaving hyunjin seething. it's only high time after that until he's dragging you out of the restaurant and into his backseat, too lazy to even undress properly before he's sinking inside of you to fuck you as he sees red. he'll get so possessive too, groaning how you're his and his only whilst pulling you back by your hair. it's true that your boyfriend is a big lover, but when times come down to this, he'll drill into you like he absolutely loathes you.

"dirty slut, letting me fuck you where anyone can see. you'd even let that server find you like this, wouldn't you?" hyunjin grits out, his sweat dripping onto your back as he shoves his long length in you. you're sure the windows are fogged up by now, his car rocking with his movements, but neither of you care about that. "n-no, only want you to see. just you, hyune." you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his cock slams in you with each thrust. your boyfriend lets out a low moan at your words, yanking you back by your hair to lick at your neck. "that's right, princess. only i get to look at this pussy, hm? only i can f-fuck it right, yeah?" he grunts, slender fingers coming up to wrap around your throat as you nod shakily, taking a deep breath as hyunjin squeezes slightly. "gonna cum in this cunt and fill you up with my babies so everyone knows who you belong to. then, i'm taking you straight home to fuck you full again. got that?"

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[edge-oftheworld]

okay, I definitely don't know exactly what I'm thinking but I'm going to try. I guess it comes down to the fact that luke is constantly (still, after 13 years) being objectified in like, a we-own-you kind of way. Not deliberately for everyone involved in even mildly perpetuating it, but it is to 5sos culture the way that rape culture is to society in general: it's persistent, it sneaks in in what we consider to be societal or fandom norms. It shapes our opinions and our worldviews and it's like how you can't ask a fish how the water is: the water just is, the fish doesn't know anything else. It's not anyone's fault per se but god we have to do better.

and the thing about 'babygirl' specifically is that, you know who else gets treated this way by society as a whole? 1) young people, and 2) women, girls, anyone in the broad category that is seen as opposite to 'men'. opposite to the people who do the owning and the objectifying and it's a patriarchal problem with its tendrils reaching worldwide. these are the two groups of people that if you are in, you don't have any power. so on the surface it looks harmless, cute even, to call a grown man babygirl. internet terminology is weird; people just say things that aren't quite words and they catch on when you understand the sentiment behind them. we call heaps of men babygirl. sometimes i see people call ashton babygirl. it's one of the things that seems innocent and quirky, at least to start with.

but it's only innocent when you're punching upwards, taking the people who have all the power and levelling the playing field, so to speak. but the thing is, it's not quite so simple as 'oh look a rich white privileged man' when said white man was a child star (and at this point, hopefully we know how people treat child stars consistently, we've seen it play out again and again in different ways, from the carter family to britney to everyone caught up in the 1d/5sos wave to whoever the teen stars are today, and I don't need to explain it) who grew up in the bush, brought up to be kind and hardworking and go the extra mile for people because no parent in rural nsw actually expects their kid to have to navigate asserting themselves in the music industry before turning 18. I'm not saying it was all awful or his parents didn't do a great job. but I am saying that being a white man doesn't exclude luke from living a recipe for exploitation for being pretty and cute and young and talented, so many adjectives we often associate with girls. a marketable stereotype designed to be fuckable and agreeable and never get angry. babygirl.

I could go into some theories I have as to why: but the same thing in a weird genderbent way often seems to apply to luke. people want to own him because he's all of those things; they don't, sometimes the bitterness about that turns into some culturally normalised trend of coming up with an imaginary version of him. but it's more than that, more than being the heartthrob frontman of the band, and comes down to chance as well. he happens to be the youngest of the band; the others are extremely protective of him (and for good reason, i'm also certain the feeling is mutual just not expressed completely the same, but people see what fits the categories in their heads), and he does challenge the gender binary as part of his self-expression (which is a neutral thing, it should always be a neutral thing, there should never be a shift in power between what's deemed masculine and feminine, but there is and this is a prime example of the impacts gender inequality has). we've seen him going from wishing he could express himself in a more gnc way to actually doing it. people caught on early. and of course, most fans mean well but there's always a vulnerability to laying down the masculine for something more feminine even partially. it's baked into the same culture that came up with terms like 'babygirl'.

he also gives off this vibe, probably a youngest child thing too, or having seen him in the public eye from such a young age, looking uncomfortable a good portion of the time, that kind of elicits a we-want-to-care-for-and-protect-you response. and I think what's dangerous about that is that you don't ever think that caring about someone could be at all related to taking their power away. but it can be, especially if you're unable to express that protectiveness in the form of actual conversation (which for a fandom this size, is impossible) and so it kind of sits there unexpressed, without any of us ever hearing in a personal conversation exactly how luke thinks and having the chance to negotiate, what is a better way to treat you? do you feel like we're treating you as a child even though you're 28 and married and a self-made millionaire and an expert at towing the line of vulnerable enough to be so much more human and relatable than most people on this planet while valuing privacy and personal goals and also more than capable of having children of your own too?

all this combined, you have the ingredients for this babygirl fansona (is that a word?) constructed without the guidance of the very man we are perceiving through this lens--even when you can interact with people in person it's very hard to actually change their perception of you. we get crumbs, like the fact that he likes to feel pretty to help with his confidence on stage, like bits of how he's grappled with growing up in the public eye and the ways in which being far ahead of your age in some ways always results in feeling behind in others. these then just feed into 'how babygirl of him' because we don't see the other bits, the ugly bits everyone has that no one has any obligation to share with the world. we hear him talking about mental health but we don't get to witness every minute of his life that led to the things he's talked about, it's very uwu-ified, it's easy for people to take things at face value and the fact that he's someone who tries so hard not to ever abuse positions of power he's in, and then strip his masculinity that still exists even if he's not always masculine, because we still associate masculinity with abuses of power, and then put him in a pretty box that was conceptually given to us for young women, but luke, the most (and therefore some sort of token pretty boy) out of all the band members, is close enough.

finally I want to touch on another trend that could be an essay on its own (it won't be an essay of its own with luke as an example though, out of respect I don't want to dive in too deeply, though I don't think I can respectfully not mention it either). people have a tendency to infantilise neurodivergent people, or anyone who seems vaguely neurodivergent, which is something that people do subconsciously pick up (hence why it's so important to have a name for it if that's you, because people will supplement it with descriptors that are often derogatory, babygirl might not quite be in that category but it still implies a loss of power as I've talked about). People also have a tendency to feminise neurodivergent boys and men in an outright derogatory way: anyone who doesn't like rough sport or who wears makeup or dares to have any kind of feelings. which includes neurotypicals, of course, but when you're neurodivergent it's often a step further; given; unescapable. and this is why I think that something most people think is innocent can become a cherry on top of a stack of other seemingly unrelated things, why it fills me with rage too. every time over the last 13 years luke has done something like get distracted or lose something or be a little bit socially awkward he gets infantilised. every time he gets scared it's 'poor babygirl' or something to that effect. once is cute. after a few hundred times it only erodes his ability to self-actualise and take control of his own narrative, his own gender expression and everything he shares, in a patriarchal, neuronormative world.

and so if you've read this far, I don't want to say you're bad if you've ever referred to luke as babygirl. you're not. but hopefully you've gotten to have a think and start to question, what does this term I use in pop culture actually mean? could it be insulting someone? is it affecting how I view someone and do I need to listen to them a little bit more open-mindedly?

also, hopefully it's okay to say this since luke has started talking about it a little but as myself, someone with adhd, i do also ask that you go and listen to more neurodivergent folk and figure out how to treat us with actual respect. please listen to people all across the gender spectrums too about their experiences with masculinity and femininity and the kinds of experiences that they've specifically gotten when they haven't fit nicely into a binary, however they end up identifying in the end (and as for luke, please don't assume anything about him in that vein. ever. there is one person who gets to decide that and it is luke) and what kind of things they might find offensive and why. this isn't you-have-to-know-everything-at-once but rather a call of, hey, there's a lot of diversity out there and the more diverse experiences you learn to empathise with, the more understanding you're gonna be as a person.

i have so so so many thoughts and feelings about the way this fandom constantly refers to luke as babygirl without taking one single second to think about why maybe it's a problematic thing to do to luke specifically but i lack the ability to organize those thoughts and feelings into anything coherent and concise. can someone else please read my mind and do it for me.