#👑🦊

[your-local-grinning-cat]

Leona kinda sent master into a laughing fit yesterday after what he said

She's fine now but basically coughing a lot, I cannot tell if its still the laughing sooo she's gonna slightly gonna relax

So I decided to come visit you!~

=OwO=

What did he say???

*flips upside down in the air, looking at you curiously*

[c---crow]

Would you like a nice trans foxboy to tie up~?

-👑🦊

no thank you, i'm in a closed relationship as stated in my pinned, and i don't do content collaborations

i'm flattered by the offer tho, ty!

[aduh0308]

its giving stalker yj lowkey...

warnings: non!idol au, perv!stalker!yj, jerking off, he takes pictures of you changing, soft!dom yj, consensual sex, breeding kink, calls her 'good girl' and 'doll', not proofread

note: PLEASE don't read if you're not comfortable with this!

yeonjun who's so obsessed with you that he follows you on a new instagram account, _jjun, liking all your pictures, especially the ones from your beach vacation with your friends, pretty bikini that leaves just enough to the imagination to get him hard in his pants... such a pretty body, it's only human, isn't it? stroking his cock once, twice, eyes locked on the way yours meet the camera. if only you looked at him like that, especially if you were between his legs, tits pushing against your shirt... he's cumming all over his sweatshirt immediately, not even embarrassed that it only took that long, it's just the effect you have on him, isn't it, pretty?

yeonjun who finds out your address from mutual friends, and it's his lucky day, isn't it, the fact that the house just a few doors down is for rent, and he's paying for it immediately, it's a perfect opportunity. and you're so unaware of his reasons, bringing him fresh baked brownies when he first moves in, what a nice girl, aren't you? so oblivious to the way he's staring at you with such lust in his eyes, pure, unabsolved predatory hunger, and you're taken aback when he hugs you goodbye 😳 doesn't matter, he's cute, and hes not a bad hugger, but when he's laying in bed, the feeling of how you pressed against him so perfectly makes him a lil dizzy, remembering the feeling of every curve of your body...

yeonjun who takes late night walks once the sun sets, can see in through the windows of your house, loves just watching you... the way you walk around your house, sitting down at the table to do your work, going into your room to change into your pajamas, he's hard again just watching. going home night after night and trying to remember exactly how you looked taking your shirt off, but memory isn't enough sometimes, is it? so he buys himself a new film camera, takes it upon himself to snap pictures of you on his walk each night, ducking behind a parked car when your head snaps up to look out the window. each and every time you don't catch him, and soon enough, he's got tens of pictures in a box under his bed, chooses a different one to get off to each night, good thing they're all easy to clean because his cum paints your face in each one

yeonjun who starts leaving you single roses on your doorstep every night as well, theyre a little wilted by the morning but the sentiment is still romantic from his perspective, pretty girl should be happy that she has a secret admirer, but he notes the way you walk extra quickly to your car in the morning after spotting them, and he realizes he must be doing something wrong :((

so instead he connects himself to your wireless printer and sends what he thinks is a sweet note "you'll be mine someday, won't you, doll? i just know it -- J" signing it off with the first letter of the username he followed you with is a good touch, he thinks, and watches from the window as you head to your printer with an utterly confused expression, looking at the note and dropping it with a horrified look on your face, and you run out the door, into the pouring rain, and yeonjun walks down his driveway to see you with his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

youre so scared you're shaking, teeth chattering from the rain, and yeonjun plays the savior as well as the villain, taking such good care of you, comforting you and ushering you inside with a small smile, hands you a towel and some clothes of his to get changed into, hand him your wet clothes when you're done, won't you? he'll get them nice and dry for you later <3

yeonjun who helps you get cozy in his bed, laying behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, let me warm you up.. and you only nod, feeling his grip on you change, hiking down the sweatpants of his you're wearing and fucking you so soft in missionary, holding your hand, eyes locked on yours, you whine in weak protest but you don't not want this, and he smiles down at you with the excuse shush doll, let me make you feel better, alright? don't worry, gon' take good care of you, nothing bad can happen while i'm here, promise ill make all your worries go away <3

loves when you whimper pathetically underneath him, pretty fucked out brain doesn't know any better, all it knows is feels so good, jjun, can't-- can't breath right, feels t' good... and oh, how the way you called him jjun so innocently, your brain not comprehending what's coming out of your mouth gets yeonjun fucking you a little harder, still soft, because after all, that's what he's here for !! humming in your ear that his cum will warm you up so well, make you feel better, won't you take it like a good girl? loves the way your eyes glaze over just a lil when he fucks his load into you, pulling out moments later once you both recover from your highs, and hes stumbling to find you a wash cloth to clean you up with, accidentally kicking a box out from under his bed...

a box that you can only see the very corner of, but you can see enough that you know what's in there, and all of a sudden everything comes together in your mind, and yeonjun comes back with a smirk, you've figured out his little secret now, haven't you? c'mon doll, you're a smart girl, don't tell me you haven't figured it out?

kisses your neck with a smile and whispers, told you you'd be all mine, didn't i?

[asilentfrenzy]

"'I thought faeries couldn't lie.'

Tamlin choked on his wine, but Lucien grinned, that scar stark and brutal. 'Who told you that?'

'Everyone knows it,' I said, piling food on my plate even as I began wondering about everything they'd said to me so far, every statement I'd accepted as pure truth.

Lucien leaned back in his chair, smiling with feline delight. 'Of course we can lie. We find lying to be an art. And we lied when we told those ancient mortals we couldn't speak an untruth. How else would we get them to trust us and do our bidding?'"

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛ATEEZ Headcanons - Sick but not sick enough to stay home

🐿️ Hongjoong:

Embarrassed about being sick so he doesn’t speak up

Also he is the captain, ‘nough said

His exhaustion often comes in form of sickness but he will not pause either way

Has come to schedules after throwing up all night - the members were not impressed at all

But especially if he has a fever (which always makes him nauseous) he might not even realize how sick he is

If he can’t hide his sickness - coughing or whatever - he will just quietly stay at the side of the group and watch

Once Seonghwa and the managers or whoever else is there reassure him enough he might take the opportunity to take a nap - likely on the closest member’s lap

They moved into the positions for the dance again. Hongjoong tried to get through it. He really tried. He was the captain after all - he couldn’t let a bit of nausea ruin their practice. He’d been feeling off all day but he would never admit that to the members.

He made it through the beginning. He got through Mingi’s part where he really just got to stand around. But even just staying upright proved to be a task as his stomach cramped relentlessly, making him want to just curl up, and the nausea was getting close to unbearable again. Then Mingi was done and it was his turn.

Of course it went horribly wrong. He was off-beat, already too late in position in the middle of the room. A particularly painful cramp tore through his stomach, causing him to gasp in pain and surprise, and then his knees gave out. He crashed to the floor, his prop-microphone clattering away as it dropped from his limp fingers. With one hand he tried to hold himself up, really not wanting to faceplant into the studio floor and the other gripping his hurting middle. Tears shot into his eyes and he felt his mouth start to water as his body went into overdrive to create saliva. He was vaguely aware of surprised and worried shouts of his name and then the music was turned off. 

Unexpectedly there was a hand on his shoulder and somebody tried to kneel in front of him. He wanted to warn them, whoever it was, but as he opened his mouth to speak another wave of his lunch came up and he retched loudly.

He couldn’t focus on anything else but the dizzying feeling of not being able to breathe, the disgusting taste of the second coming of his lunch and the pain in his stomach. It took a few moments of watching helplessly as his body spewed its contents onto the dance practice room floor before somebody held out a plastic bin. If it wasn’t so tiring and if he had any strength left he would feel humiliated that likely one of his dongsaengs was holding a puke bucket for him but he just squeezed his eyes shut as his body went through its torture.

Finally, after a few minutes, the forceful gagging stopped and he slowly started to regain feelings other than his upset stomach. There was a hand still rubbing his back and another was carding through his sweaty hair. A strong pair of hands were holding up his shoulders, refusing to let him fall into his shame, even as his arms gave out.

“Are you done?”, a voice asked. Seonghwa, he thought it was. Feeling his cheeks burn from embarrassment he nodded and he was pulled backwards till he was resting a few meters away from his stomach contents against somebody's strong chest.

“Rest, hyung”, Yunho mumbled, “you could have told us that you weren’t feeling well.”

“I’m sorry”, Hongjoong whispered, embarrassed as he watched Seonghwa already start to clean the puddle of stomach contents. “I wanted to just get through the practice. I need it.”

“You need rest. I can monitor from here. Sleep. You’re running a pretty high fever”, Yunho advised. Defeated, Hongjoong nodded as his eyes slid shut against his wants. He truly was not feeling well enough to continue. He just hoped that his sickness would not disrupt the schedule too much.

⭐ Seonghwa:

He doesn’t get sickTM

That’s a lie obviously but he has seven dongsaengs to care about - he doesn’t have time to get sick

Catches every single illness really - the moment he starts carrying around a thermos of tea they know

Fevers are very rare so he gets away with a lot since he isn’t rule book sick

Except Hongjoong they all grant him his privacy if he so wishes but Hongjoong pesters him enough to make up for that

“You can pretend all you want, you know”, Hongjoong said as he slid a cup of tea over the table to Seonghwa. Winter was brutally cold in Seoul. Temperatures dropping below freezing and snow always a threat. Still, they were filming an episode of WANTEEZ outside. It didn’t help that just based on the red flush, the glassy eyes and the shivering Seonghwa might be running a fever. The eldest tried to pretend he was fine but Hongjoong saw he was quickly losing strength. At least they had a short break now to warm back up inside. “But we share a room. I can hear you coughing all night. I know you didn’t sleep much all night. You’re clearly sick.”

Hongjoong for the life of him couldn’t understand why on earth they were filming some content outside, barely a week after most members had recovered from the flu taking them down one by one. They had hoped that due to the three dorms they would get spared from infecting each other but that idea had soon turned moot.

First it was just San and Mingi who were a bit sniffly and they really tried to avoid the other dorms’ members. Due to their schedules it wasn’t really feasible though and soon after Hongjoong, Jongho and Yunho started to cough and run fevers. Then Yeosang and Wooyoung came down with it just when they thought they had avoided it. Hongjoong, in fact, was still coughing a bit and Yeosang and Yunho were still constantly on the search for tissues, though they blamed the low temperatures. 

Seonghwa, however, stubbornly refused to admit to his own illness, having spent the past weeks nursing his dongsaengs back to health.

“I’m fine”, Seonghwa growled, voice a bit raw. 

“Sure”, Hongjoong mocked and turned aside to cough into his elbow, “we’re all sick or at least we were all sick. There’s no shame in it. It doesn’t matter that you are the oldest, you know.”

Seonghwa didn’t answer, just staring at a point above Hongjoong’s head.

“I’m fine”, he said with an air of finality.

Hongjoong sighed. He would try again in the evening and if he had to make Yunho sit on Seonghwa for him to admit to illness.

🐶 Yunho:

Runs fevers very quickly

The rumor is that Seonghwa even carries around a thermometer for that reason but it has not yet been proven

The fevers drain him a lot but he will stay at his schedule unless he really can’t deal anymore or he gets dizzy

Everybody knows when he is sick because he gets very spacey due to the fever but he can pull himself together if need be

He can fall asleep anywhere though and will - the members really hate waking him up but they know he wants them to

If he gets offered the chance to lie down somewhere quiet for an hour or whatever he will take in (and might drag Mingi with him)

“And were done”, the photographer yelled. Wooyoung sighed in relief. They had been at a photo shoot since early in the morning and since he had stumbled into the van to the location it had been obvious that Yunho was not on top of his game.

Wooyoung and Yunho had been paired for the photo shoot for the past hour and it was starting to become clear that Yunho would soon not be able to push through anymore. The lights shining down on them were hot and Yunho was sweating buckets, causing the shoot having to be stopped a few times to wipe him off or to reapply make-up. Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Mingi respectively had all tried to get Yunho to stop but they all were aware how much of an inconvenience a missing member would be. Worst case would be that they wouldn’t be able to book the photographer or the location again and then Yunho would not be in the concept pictures at all. 

The thought had only spurred on Yunho’s stubborn side and the other’s protests had also only been half-heartedly. Wooyoung couldn’t blame his hyung, they all would have done the same thing if in his position.

As soon as the lights got turned off, Mingi and Hongjoong, who were already done with their photos, rushed to meet them. Mingi’s hand immediately went up to Yunho’s forehead, an unhappy frown on his face. 

“It’s definitely higher than earlier”, he said, referring to the fever Yunho was running.

“The lights are just warm”, Yunho said quietly but there was nothing but plain exhaustion in his voice. His eyes were glassy and it was clear he wasn’t quite as present as they wanted him to be.

“You have at least another hour until the group shoot”, Hongjoong explained, a hand on Yunho’s arm in comfort, “if you want to, you can lie down in the waiting room. I talked with the managers already.”

Yunho nodded, grabbing onto Mingi’s hand. “I’ll come with you”, the younger soothed.

“Feel better soon, hyung”, Wooyoung said worriedly, Hongjoong echoing the sentiment, as they watched Mingi take Yunho to rest.

“I hope he will at least let us take care of him when we are done”, Wooyoung sighed. 

👑 Yeosang:

Generally healthy because of his religious taking of vitamins

So when he is sick he might be very overwhelmed but also he is too scared to speak up

It’s not that he doesn’t want attention - quite the contrary really - but he doesn’t know how to ask

Wooyoung knows all his tells though and will smother him with affection - as soon as Yeosang doesn’t grumbled about it they know to keep an eye on him

Medication makes him tired and so he falls asleep on the closest person - if that happens to be a manager or a stylist their fate is sealed

Who would not indulge him really?

“Sang-ah? What’s wrong?”, Hongjoong asked, taking a seat next to his quietest member. Yeosang had been spaced out all day and it was starting to get worrying. They were at rehearsal for their concert the next day and so far everything had gone wrong. Yunho had slipped and bruised his back, Seonghwa had been having issues with his mic all day and Jongho was still on vocal rest until the next day.

Yeosang just shrugged, fiddling with some loose strings of his ripped jeans. Hongjoong was about to press - right now was definitely not the moment to keep secrets - when Wooyoung appeared behind Yeosang and wrapped him in a back hug.

“Not feeling well, are you?”, Wooyoung asked gently, pushing a strand of Yeosang’s hair behind his ear. “What’s wrong?”

Yeosang shrugged again but leaned his head back against Wooyoung’s shoulder, as good as admitting he wasn’t doing well.

“Sang-ah”, Hongjoong scolded lighty, “you’re helping nobody if you don’t tell us what’s wrong. Least of all yourself.”

“I'm just exhausted”, the younger admitted quietly, “I’ll be okay.”

“Hm, and running a fever I think”, Wooyoung said, feeling his neck. 

Great. An injured dongsaeng. Two sick dongsaengs. And one concert the next day with less time to get used to the stage than they had hoped for.

“We’ll make do without you and Yunho for today, there is no sense in you pushing yourself”, Hongjoong concluded. He pushed to his feet to find a manager, who quickly agreed with the captain.

Once they were done with the rehearsal, less than satisfied with what they had achieved but even more worried about their missing members, they found Yunho, Yeosang and the manager at the edge of the stage, where Yunho had diligently been monitoring them.

Yeosang was completely knocked out on the manager’s lap who just shrugged at Hongjoong’s raised eyebrow in a “what can you do”-motion. True, nobody would be able to push Yeosang aside. Hopefully he would be feeling better the next day.

⛰️ San:

He will push through - schedules are more important than a low fever or a cough or whatever

Won’t go to the members at all - likely tries to avoid them because his skin hurts from the fever and he can deal on his own anyway

So he straight up ignores that something is going on

He may be sneezing every five seconds but he is totally fine - the members (read: clean freak Seonghwa) carry around boxes of tissues because he won’t

San is grateful though and might reward Seonghwa with cuddles - or sneezing straight into his face

Twenty-seven. That was how many times San had sneezed during the recording of their new album so far. Still, he refused to stop. No matter his nose was constantly running. No matter he had ruined nearly every single take with a sneeze. No matter he kept sniffling. No matter there was snot everywhere.

Yeosang was not easily disgusted. But the shiny spots of gelatinous fluid all over San’s sleeves were … less than nice. Seonghwa was already slightly greenish and Yeosang assumed he was about three sneezes away from begging San on his knees to just use tissues. Which, he apparently didn’t need to do, because San wasn’t sick, according to him. Yeah, sure.

Hongjoong, too, looked worried for the cleanliness of the recording equipment but he had not yet called the recording to an end. 

Sneeze. Another sneeze. And another. All stifled in San’s hands which he secretly wiped on his pants. Seonghwa would be cleaning for the next month if that continued.

Speaking about their oldest, he seemed to have enough of the drama. He stood up, grabbed the box of tissues he had brought and shoved them at San.

“Use them”, he snarled, sounding equal parts serious and exasperated.

“But, hyung, I’m no … no …” San started but was stopped by a sneeze that seemed to have crept up on him. And sneeze he did. Straight into Seonghwa’s face. 

In any other situation they all might have laughed at the shocked look on both their faces but Seonghwa did look like he was ready to cry. Especially with a spot of snot on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, hyung”, San whispered, sounding shocked.

Seonghwa stared straight at him, not changing his expression as he tore a tissue from the box to wipe his face. 

“God gave you a brain, use it”, the eldest said, voice dangerously low. For a moment Yeosang feared he would have a psychotic episode right then and there. And he was slightly scared for San. “And I am giving you tissues, so help me God if you don’t use them.”

Seonghwa whirled around to look at Hongjoong and EDEN who were watching the scene with mixed reactions. Hongjoong looked like he had seen a ghost. EDEN was suppressing a laugh, Yeosang was sure. “Excuse me, I need to disinfect my whole existence.”

🐣 Mingi:

His voice is so deep that the moment his throat feels rough he loses his voice

He can try to speak but the sound is so low nobody will be able to understand him - except Yunho obviously

Yunho basically becomes his translator - and mostly Mingi will be fine just annoyed he can’t express himself

Always has throat lozenges on hand and he will eat them like candy - so sue him, they do taste good and he never had any bad side effects so he will indulge in them

A bit embarrassed when the others make light-hearted fun of his voice so they stopped as soon as they found out - but Mingi has had to admit it is kinda funny

“Fix on”, Seonghwa teased lightly, his voice taking on a deep, deep quality. Mingi was glowering at him.

“Hyung, don’t be mean”, Yunho said laughing, patting Mingi’s arm, “it’s not his fault that he lost his voice. He’s already frustrated enough he can’t work with Hongjoong-hyung in the studio right now.”

“It’s more ‘fix off’, don’t you think?”, Wooyoung added, his voice also mockingly deep. San laughed. Mingi pouted. He’d been sent home from the studio by Hongjoong earlier, citing that there was no need for the rapper to be there for the recording of guide tracks. Sadly that was his only schedule today, so he was free like the rest of them except Hongjoong and Jongho.

“It’s not funny”, he whispered, voice raw and even more difficult to understand around the throat lozenge in his mouth.

“It is a bit”, Yunho soothed, knowing that Mingi would get over it soon. He was proud of his deep, recognizable voice and no amount of teasing would change that. If it did, Yunho would not care that the others were his members, there would be war. 

Mingi grumbled a bit but just flopped against Yunho in defeat. 

“Sorry, Mingi-yah, I know you don’t feel that good”, Seonghwa said apologetically and got up from his place on the couch, “I’m going to make tea, would you like some as well?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Lemon tee with honey?”, Mingi asked, clearly understandable to Yunho, but Seonghwa just looked at him blankly. 

Yunho repeated what Mingi said and Seonghwa hurried off.

🦊 Wooyoung:

WHINES

He is feeling awful and he wants to be in bed but he knows he has to push through so he does

Not without cuddling his members though - they will indulge him if he mentions feeling off so he uses that to his advantage

Will choose staying with the members during a schedule over laying down in a quiet room for an hour to sleep

Will be happy with any member but prefers Yeosang, San and Seonghwa

“I don’t feel good”, Wooyoung whispered, resting his head against San’s shoulder.

“I know you don’t”, the older answered, a hand coming up to rub his head, “but it’s only another hour and then we can go home. Think of all the things Seonghwa-hyung will do for you the moment you mention feeling unwell.”

“Fair enough, but I want to go home now”, Wooyoung groaned, “award shows are nice but it’s so hot in here.”

Sans sighed. He knew Wooyoung had him wrapped around his little finger as much as all the other members. There was something about Wooyoung pouting at them that had them drop whatever they were doing at a second’s notice the moment they knew he was not feeling good. San, however, also knew that he didn’t not want to fan Wooyoung the whole rest of the show.

“Seonghwa-hyung”, he called quietly, the elder turning to them quickly. 

“What’s wrong?”, he asked.

“Young-ah isn’t feeling so good”, San said, pouting a bit, “can you fan him a bit? He said he’s feeling hot.”

“Why don’t you do that then?”, Seonghwa asked, raising his eyebrows. San quickly elbowed Wooyoung in the side.

“Sa … wha … oh, uh San-ah is my pillow right now, you can’t make him move”, Woyooung said, understanding San’s plan at last. 

Seonghwa groaned. “I hate you two.”

“No, you love us”, Wooyoung said, pouting.

“Alright, I’m getting the fan, hold your horses.”

🧸 Jongho:

Is really bad at telling what counts as “sick enough to stay home”

Fever, stomach flu, a simple cough? Who knows? 

Certainly not Jongho - he isn’t sick often so his experience when he needs to rest is very limited 

Might also have to do with the fact that he was a trainee for so long and never learned when it was time to admit defeat

It drives Hongjoong and Seonghwa (all his hyungs really) up the walls that he will not speak up unless he is really done for - but they knew he doesn’t know

They try to check up on him when he seems off but he brushes them off if he isn’t about to faint

Has thrown up in rather public areas before due to not knowing when to stop

If you had asked Seonghwa what could go wrong that day, he could have listed about a hundred different things only of those he imagined caused by his members. Scratch that, if he only had ninety-nine problems all of them would probably be Wooyoung. So yeah, he knew stuff always went wrong. But he didn’t expect this.

Seonghwa loved pre-recording radio shows with his members. It took a lot of stress from them if he was honest. Even if they were filmed, there wasn’t as much pressure as recording live. While all of ATEEZ had been lucky in the sense that all their mistakes had never been too embarrassing he knew the day would come. 

As they entered the recording room the camera team was still working on setting up their equipment, so they were able to enjoy a few minutes of rest and the eldest took a moment to look around. Hongjoong was speaking to their manager-hyung. San, Mingi and Yeosang were talking quietly with a stylist and Yunho and Wooyoung were doing … something. Before he could get worried, Seonghwa’s gaze was drawn to Jongho. The maknae was sitting on the ground, leaning against a wall, with a strange expression on his face.

Seonghwa didn’t have the chance to check in on him as they were called over by the hosts; apparently the cameras were all set. Seonghwa watched as Jongho looked put down, but he sat down around the mics without any hesitation.

It was about forty-five minutes later when Seonghwa remembered his weird feeling about Jongho. Quite suddenly. One second they were all listening to Yeosang answer the question one of the hosts had asked, the next San shouted in shock. Seonghwa whirled around to see what had caused the younger man to interrupt the recording and he froze. He was vaguely aware that the rest of the members had frozen too.

Yunho was the first one to react. “Cut the cameras and the micros”, he called, not caring that it wasn’t his place. “Jongho-yah?”

Yes, Seonghwa hadn’t expected this. And yet… and yet here he was watching how Jongho sat doubled over on his chair, throwing up on the floor between his legs in the middle of the recording. San and Mingi were sitting next to the maknae, and while  Mingi had scooted away from the younger man - probably not quite sure how to react - San had reached over and gently rubbed Jongho’s back.

Seonghwa was vaguely aware of Hongjoong apologizing to the hosts and managers swarming the director but he was more concerned about his sick dongsaeng. He really should have known. He walked over towards the poor maknae, kneeling down beside him after pushing his chair away from the mess on the ground. Finally Jongho looked up at him and with teary eyes mumbled; “Hyung, I don’t feel well.”

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - ATEEZ

[lookin-reproachfully]

the Hypocrisy of Gramore is that she makes a big deal about her Rule but that’s not how it even works with a lot of predators

There are traps, venoms, patience, ambushes, and more strategies predators use to catch prey

Even chase-based hunters don’t always run down prey fully, they decide based on what lets them profit the most for their effort

To have a Right is not an invitation to Exercise it at every chance you get, Unless you’re telling us that you simply can’t help yourself and that whenever someone runs, you just have to chase them down, I mean they were asking for it, right?

If you’re gonna be a completely fair arbiter of the Hunt, you better grind Nif into paste the next time she runs to run away from a biting chill

What next? Are you gonna prioritize hunting down Eursolon when the two spirits that killed your mate is right there chasing after him? Where do you draw the line? What, do you gnash your apprentice whenever she plays tag or something? Is she even allowed to play rough?

I’m pretty sure you’re just using your Rule as an excuse as part of the conspiracy, but how convenient, right? That the very Truth you choose to cultivate lets you say “Can’t be helped, their fault completely, I was perfectly reasonable…”

Out of all the animals in the world, I’m pretty sure only the human performs Victim Blaming. Other animals just deem it misfortune and move on to continue surviving

[banggyu0308]

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[your-local-grinning-cat]

Hey hey Chenya~ Foxy is grounded -w- voila! she has no mask for awhile!

Kibby why.... -was dragged here by kibby-

*gasps, delighted*

Foxy isn’t wearing her foxy mask anymore!

Foxy is Raven!

Should I call you Raven when you’re blue?

But it doesn’t matter much what face you show - you’re still the same to me~!

Boxy Foxy Birdy Friend the Fird of your name! 😸

[macaw-squawks]

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see if i can help~? [choi yeonjun]

summary: you were never afraid to talk about anything personal with yeonjun, which was why it wasn't a big deal when you told him you've been having trouble pleasuring yourself lately... it just doesn't feel as good anymore. what you weren't expecting, however, was him offering to help, saying he can make you feel as good as you want to... and why would you say no? genre: b2l, smut (p with like a lil plot), non-idol au warnings: dom!yeonjun x sub!fem!virgin!reader, soft!dom and slight hard!dom yj, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, vaginal penetration, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, unprotected sex, creampie + breeding kink, bulge kink, slight praise kink, hand holding, alcohol consumption, reader hasnt shaved, reference to reader getting off to the thought of him previously, calls her doll and baby, edging, nipple play for a sec, handjob, slight sub!yeonjun, hes a crybaby lol, semi-public sexy time scene, she calls him 'pretty' and 'pretty boy' and 'good boy' word count: 6.3k 🎧 — gentleman (gallant) + jenny (studio killers) + all mine (plaza) + so high school (taylor swift) taglist: @agustdiv1ne @beom-pyu @yxnjvnnie @junsmintchoco @liverspaghett @sayitdido @fairyofshampgyu @tyungelic an: happy bday yj~~ is this the beginning of adas comeback? who knows 🤭 (this is for all y'all waiting for this since july 2023, i sincerely apologize) + thank you so much to @chyuuiung for being such a sweetheart and proofreading for me ❤️

Your phone rings and you sigh at the obnoxious song your best friend had replaced the default for months ago. You still haven't changed it, but you're not completely sure why. You obviously don't love the song, but you do love your best friend, and you guess it's just because it reminds you of him that you keep it.

And... it's him calling now. You pick up your phone in your palm, swipe the 'accept' button, and hold it up to your ear.

"YN. GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!!"

You flinch, holding the phone at arms length. Ears ringing, you yell into the speaker, "STOP YELLING JJUN!!"

"YOU'RE YELLING TOO, IDIOT!" You can hear him even from this distance.

"I'LL STOP IF YOU STOP."

"Fine. Truce accepted." Yeonjun sighs into the receiver, pausing for a moment. You're just about to ask why he's calling when he speaks again, like he spaced out for a second and then brought it back. "You still have to come over, though."

You stare at the state of your desk. A deadline for your college assignment is almost upon you, and you've got multiple papers and electronic devices spread out before you. "Why.. Jjunie, I've got so many things I need to do..."

And this time, you should probably ACTUALLY do them instead of having your hand down your pants.

"Yn.. did you forget what day it is?" His voice is quiet, soft but prodding slightly, and you can't help but feel guilty when you check the date. You had forgotten.

It was your 8th friendiversary, the anniversary of the time Yeonjun had decided to talk to the cute girl who was practically in charge of his Lit class. And every day since then he's stuck by you like an actual idiot.

"Yeonjun, I'm really sorry, I- I forgot and I've got a whole lot of stuff I need to do... I don't know if I can make it tonight."

Your heart is tight in your chest and you put a hand in your hair, looking down at your papers.

"One night, Yn. One night is all we need to celebrate, we do this every year, can't you take off 24 hours?" You can hear the plea in his voice, and it makes you take a deep breath.

You close your eyes and think this through. The paper is due in three days, you're more than three quarters done and that took only four days, that leaves enough time to finish and proofread and...

"Fine. Alright. I'm coming. Give me 15 minutes?"

You can almost hear the smile in his voice when he responds. "See you then."

And 15 minutes later, you're there, on his couch and sipping his wine.

"Tell me what you've been up to, Jjunie. Haven't seen you in at least a few weeks," You grin, smiling at him over your glass.

"You know... Work, school, just the usual."

You raise your eyebrows teasingly, then wiggle them. "Any special girls you have your eye on?"

You say it in a joking way, but deep inside, you hope the answer is no. But you're not exactly sure WHY that would be... you've never been opposed to his previous girlfriends before. In fact, you liked most of them.

Yeonjun lowers his gaze to the floor with a shy smile before looking back up at you, and that's the moment you know. "Well... actually... there IS this one girl I've been thinking about recently."

You smile, because that's what you did every time you've had this conversation previously. "Yes? Who is she?"

His cheeks go pink and he waves you away. "No one. I- No one."

Well, that's different. Usually he told you without hesitation, some girl from uni or a coworker or even someone he met online. But now he's being a little suspicious...

You don't push it, though. That was an unspoken rule between the two of you: you don't push the other person to tell you something unless it really, really matters.

"Anyways, what about you? Any boys on your mind?"

You press your lips together and think for a moment. "Ye- No... wait yes, no, no never mind. I wish though."

Yeonjun raises his eyebrows at you and smiles slightly, adjusting his position on the couch next to you to cross one leg over the other. "And how come you wish?"

His movement had brought him a little closer to you, and, much to your confusion, you can feel your heart rate speed up.

You ignore it and mimic his position. "Cause. I've got a little bit of a problem, and sometimes I wish I had someone to help."

"Problem?"

You stifle a giggle and take another sip of your wine. "Of the sexual variety."

"How so?"

Yeonjun's face is devoid of anything uncomfortable, and you shrug. "Getting myself off doesn't feel as good as it used to. I don't know, maybe I just need to switch it up but... whatever, it probably sounds dumb." You laugh awkwardly, rubbing the nape of your neck.

"Do you have any toys you could use?" he asks, and for a moment you think he's making fun of you, but the way he holds your gaze with his is dead serious.

You nod. "I've tried... it didn't work very well. Just felt like one dull thing the entire time. I KNEW that I came, it just didn't feel like it, you know?"

Yeonjun nods. "And you don't have anyone to fuck you?"

The way he says it is so casual it makes your cheeks grow hot. Almost embarrassed at your inability to find a sexual partner, you shake your head. "No." You're not even sure if he knows you're a virgin.

Yeonjun looks down at his drink for a moment, other hand fiddling with the hem of the black tank he's wearing, the one that makes you focus a little too much on his collarbones whenever he wears it. Then he looks back at you, cheeks a little pink.

"Do you... want to, um, see if i can help?" he asks, and you understand why his cheeks were flushed. Your own are hot, and you swallow slightly.

To be fair, it's not like you don't want him to. Your eyes trace the obviously attractive lines of his body and when he catches you looking, his eyes go wide.

He rushes to apologize for his words, but you shake your head quickly. "No, you're good, don't- don't apologize, of course we can, I mean, you're hot and you're offering and I-"

Yeah, you decide to shut your mouth here, which is probably the smartest decision you've ever made, because holy shit, you just told your best friend you think he's hot.

And he noticed. Now he's smirking at you, eyebrows raised and the most cocky look on his face.

To your surprise, he doesn't say anything else, simply moving to a separate position on the couch and spreading your legs slightly. One is off the couch, the other over the back, and it's uncomfortable but not so much that you mind.

Yeonjun's laying between your legs and he looks up at you from beneath his lashes. Your already speeding heart beats even faster at the look he gives you, tongue swiping over his lips just once.

"Tell me if you change your mind?"

Him checking in is sweet, but you can tell you're dripping right now, and prolonging this is only making you more impatient. You give him your most annoyed expression and he laughs, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your jean shorts. Yeonjun tugs them off with one movement and you can feel his torso tense with a short breath.

You almost giggle to yourself at the way his eyes blow out at the visible wet spot in your panties. You slide them off yourself, watching his reaction again to your bare pussy in front of him, a swallow cutting off whatever words he was going to say.

And all of a sudden, you're hit with a wave of insecurities unfamiliar to you, especially unfamiliar around Yeonjun. 'Does my body look weird to him? Will he not like it? Oh shit, I haven't shaved down there in months, what if he backs off because he doesn't like body hair...'

You try to clear your thoughts, focusing on his expression alone. Lips pushed out in a pout, black hair swept out of his face, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. You bite your own lip and move to close your legs. "Jjun... is it bad?"

His gaze snaps up to yours so fast its unsettling, eyes going wide once more. They narrow slightly as a smirk finds its way to his perfect plump lips. Ah shit, now you were simping for his lips. Again.

"No, not bad at all, just thinking about how long my best friend kept her pretty pussy from me..."

His words leave you speechless, immobile as he pushes your legs apart once more, slender fingers on your now bare thighs making you tremble. Yeonjun just smiles up at you, bottom lip caught between his teeth. "For someone saying she wasn't sensitive enough, you sure do get wet so easily, don't you, n/n?"

"Fuck you, Jjun, it's not usually like this."

You scowl down at him, because it's never like this... you can feel your slick dripping down to your ass. Shit, he's got you all a mess.

But your words are apparently the wrong thing for the situation, because the look on his face is nothing but cocky. "Am I that hot then? Hot enough that I've got you dripping and I haven't even touched you?"

You can't meet his eyes. Because the answer's yes, it's always been yes.

Since you met him that day 8 years ago, you've had at least a minor crush on him. It would wean itself whenever he had girlfriends-- you're not a homewrecker. But it was always there to some extent, presenting itself through hot cheeks at his compliments, racing heartbeats when he got too close.

As of late, though, your little crush presented itself through your hands shoved down your pants at night. You know it's bad, gross, perverted even, but you can't help it. He came over to your house and you listened to music in your bed together? You're laying in the same bed at night, playing the same music, toying with your clit.

You've even gone so far as to spell his name out against your sensitive bud with circles of your fingertip, gasping out "oh fuck, Yeonjun, don't stop..." as you cum.

You absolutely never expected any of that to come close to coming true.

And now, here he is, between your thighs, awaiting your response with an expectant look.

"I...-" You cut yourself off out of need to preserve your self esteem. "Will you shut up and just touch me like you're supposed to?"

Your gaze settles on the ceiling, unable to give another glance to the sight between your legs.

"Jjun, I swear to god, if you don't— oh, fuck!"

Your hand shot out to grab his hair without a single thought— his tongue had found its place between your folds so fast that your thighs jolted together involuntarily.

"I fucking hate you, why would you just start there? You know I'm— fuck— know I'm a, Jjun, stop!— you know I'm a virgin, n-never..."

He barely listens to you, eyes on your pussy, and just laughs. Laughs when your head lolls back against the couch cushion, your legs shaking. Your grip on his hair doesn't cease, it only tightens the more his tongue laves your soaked cunt.

Yeonjun is your opposite— a master at this, you have no idea how many girls he's fucked before, you know you're not his first. But right now, his face between your legs while he absolutely devours you, you couldn't care less.

He knows exactly where to do what, catching your clit between his lips with a hum. Obscene sounds are all you can hear as he laps at your wetness, acting like you're the best thing he's ever tasted.

His hands are gentle on your thighs, pushing them farther apart to taste you even better. They meet your stomach to push you back down when your hips shift up to rut against his face, and the feeling makes your stomach twist in pleasure.

"Pretty doll's so pretty under me, don't worry, I'll make your first time so good, promise.." Yeonjun's tone is a purr against you, and you whine. He only coos, "Awh, baby, did you think I wasn't gonna take care of you? Gonna make you feel so good, like you've never felt before.."

You look down at him, tears filling your waterline. "Jjun, feels good 'lready, don' know if I can take more..."

"I've got you, alright? You can let go for me baby, never gonna hurt you."

Your mind is fuzzy, pleasure rolling up every limb of your body in soft tingly ways— Yeonjun's lips have you a goner so easily it's almost embarrassing. Not gone enough, however, to skip over the fact that his hips are rolling against the cushions in a rhythm not unlike the one he was eating you out with.

"C-can you use your fingers, please?" you gasp, rolling your hips against his face with so much desperation its almost embarrassing.

But the familiar tightening sensation in your stomach is building, and when the finger Yeonjun's nestled between your walls curls in towards your stomach, your walls are fluttering around his single digit.

A broken whine leaves your lips when the sensation is ripped away from you. Yeonjun looks at your shaking form with a look that makes you melt— eyes soft on yours, lips pulled into a small smile. Lips that are connected to your cunt with a single string of your arousal.

"Why'd you stop, was close..." Your dignity is gone by now, and you have no qualms about sounding pouty and needy to him.

"You're not gonna cum around anything other than dick your first, alright? Gonna make it worth your while," he hums, standing and pulling the hem of his black tank over his head.

Your lips form a small o of surprise. It's not like you haven't seen him shirtless before. You have, plenty of times. But fuck, he really isn't that scrawny boy from grade 11 anymore.

Smooth honey-gold skin, ripples of muscles under his skin cause slight shadows on his torso and arms. His shoulders are broad, broader than you've let yourself realize, and you find yourself holding your breath when he slips his thumb under the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

They're low on his hipbones, which are angular and prominent, reminding you of sex. That could also just be the fact that you're in such a deep stage of need that you can't think straight.

In one deft movement, his sweatpants are off and on the floor, and why the fuck was he wearing Calvin Klein underwear? You swallow once, still laying akimbo on his couch, and he looks over at you with a shy smile.

The sheer quiet uncertainty of his expression causes something to possess you to say, "You look hot. Like really fucking sexy. " You chew your lip when he smiles slightly, his ears pink. "I think you should fuck me now."

Yeonjun laughs out loud at that. "I'm not even naked yet, you're so impatient.."

"Please?"

"Fine..." He moves to tug his boxers off, and you could slap yourself at the little involuntary noise your throat makes.

Oh.

Now you understand why he only laughed at all the jokes you've made about him being small.

He's definitely not small— bigger than average, with a very slight upward curve and a prominent vein winding its way up the underside. His tip is flushed the pink of his lips, leaking dribbles of precum down the side of his shaft.

No wonder he pulls.

His eyes meet yours, he lets out a quiet giggle at your slack jaw. "Is it okay, then?"

You nod once, calm yourself, and whisper, "I don't think it's gonna fit."

"Told you I'll take care of you, won't hurt you, I promise."

Yeonjun joins you on the couch once more and you can't resist anymore. Pressing a desperate kiss to his lips and pulling him closer by the smooth of his shoulders, you can feel him smile against your lips. His are soft and plush and feel like heaven. It's not like you haven't kissed him before— you were 20 and lonely and it was a particularly rough night, not a great combo.

But this is different.

His mouth is warm and inviting, his hands gripping your arms to pull you closer, and you let out a soft whimper when he draws you into his lap. His dick is pressed right against your clit, unbearably tempting and you mumble, "Please, Jjun, need you..."

Yeonjun holds you with almost uncharacteristic sweetness as he moves you under him, and you press your face to his neck, leaving soft kisses to his moles.

His tip grows your entrance and he lets out a soft moan, first erotic noise of the night, and a noise that sends you reeling. Pushing past the tight rim of muscle, he pauses to allow you to get adjusted.

Yeonjun rolls his hips against yours, never letting more than an inch of him inside you for fear of hurting you, and you cling to him, because holy fuck, this was not what you expected.

Fucking your best friend is an interesting experience.

Legs wrapped around his back trying to pull him closer, he only smiles, laughing at your needy whines.

"N-need, please, Jjun, can take you, promise..." Teary eyes meet his hooded gaze as your babbles are met with silence. He presses a kiss to your neck to quiet you, cockhead repeatedly pushing itself inside your gummy walls while you beg underneath him. His thumb presses against your clit and the touch is some relief— but little.

He tsks in your ear moments later, "Need to prep you baby, alright? Gotta get you ready for your first time, 'specially since it's with me, don't wanna ruin this pretty pussy just yet..~"

Yeonjun loves the way you writhe underneath him, trying to force your hips closer to his. It makes his own reserved pleasure that much better.

Your shirt is hiked up from the friction between you two, and he pulls the soft fabric up all the way, practically drooling at the sight of your tits. "Such a pretty body, doll, can't believe no one's gotten to take you yet, 'm lucky it's me.."

You can only nod quickly, gripping his forearm for some sort of grounding sensation, because you can feel the drag of his cock along your walls and it's fucking glorious.

"Jjunie, please, can take you, can take it, I'll be so good for you, take it all, I promise..!"

Your head rocked back, Yeonjun smiles softly, pressing his forehead to yours. "Don't wanna hurt you, too pretty, don't wanna make you cry," he mumbles.

You shake your head hard. "Won't hurt me, can do it, can do it, please."

You watch him wrestle with this mentally, and notice the exact moment he loses it all.

Kissing you hard, tongue meeting yours and taking your breath away, his hips inch closer and closer to yours until your skin is against his. His body is warm against yours, and there's a slight tremor in him that throws you off a little.

Yeonjun's not faring well with you around him. He knew you were going to feel like fucking heaven when he was inside you for the first time, but he needed to seriously work if he wanted to give you more than the five minute fuck his body was going to currently allow him.

When his body is finally pressed flush to you, your mouth drops open in a silent scream. He feels even better than you imagined— filling you up in all the right way like he's the fucking last piece in a jigsaw puzzle. He presses a kiss to your cheek with a pout, eyes wide and concerned. "'s it too much? Please tell me, baby, only wanna make you feel good."

"Feels so good, Jjun, so full, filling me so good..." You manage a cocky smile through the sheer pleasure running through your video. "Told you I could take it..."

Yeonjun huffs out a small breath of laugh, face in your neck, and sucks a purpling hickey onto your skin. "Not even moving yet, want me to?"

"Yes please, need you so bad, needed this for so long..." you mumble out, cheeks going hot.

His face flushes adorably, hips rutting against yours with a newfound desperation you hadn't expected. "Can feel how much you need me," he grins. His pace is faster now, quarter notes compared to the half notes from previous. "Can you feel how much I need you?"

You can. Can feel him trembling above you, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, tears wetting his lashes at the pure feeling of your cunt clamped down around him.

Your staccato gasps of "oh— oh— oh—" are music to his ears, and Yeonjun makes it a silent mission to hear absolutely every noise you're capable of making.

The head of his cock finds the spongey spot inside you with ease, and the squeak that falls from your lips sends him reeling. The first few tears slip down your cheeks when he abuses that spot over and over, and when he notices, Yeonjun has to look away. Pretty best friend, fucked out on his cock, crying for him... He holds your hand with a gentleness so unexpected you whimper, and he smiles again, kissing up your neck.

"Jjun, need, more— oh fuck— need more, s' close, please, give me?"

The look on your face decides for him, so pure and innocent, and he's fucking into you at a pace so animalistic you're practically screaming, mouth perpetually hung open.

The high that throws itself over you is so intense that you hit it with a noise thats almost a yelp, shaking under Yeonjun. He holds you close, balls deep in you, fingertips on your clit spelling out over and over again something you realize to be his name.

It seems to last forever, as if you're frozen in time itself, alone with Yeonjun's sweet scent winding itself around you.

With a jolt, you're back, pressing a hand to your stomach, where you can feel a small bulge under your fingertips. "Oh shit."

"What?"

He freezes, and Yeonjun's tone is panicked, and he looks down at you with such pure worry, like he's afraid after your peak that you've suddenly realized you made a mistake.

"Feel," you hum, taking his hand in yours once more and pressing it to your stomach, palm down. "Can feel you."

Yeonjun's eyes go wide and he sucks in a breath so sharp you can hear it. He presses his hand even harder against you before quickly yanking it away. "Can't think about that too much, gon' cum too quickly..."

Too quickly? He's been fucking you for 10 minutes, and he's worried about cumming too soon?

"Can.. Can you make me cum again?" You whisper, cheeks hot again, embarrassment winding up every limb in your body. "Never felt like that before..."

Your best friend looks down at you with such endearment in his eyes that your current position is almost funny. "I'll make you feel even better, promise."

His hips meet yours with a new frequency, faster and harder than before, and once again, you're reduced to a mess of babbles and whines under him.

Your head grows fuzzy, only focusing on the repeated action of his dick inside your pussy. Which sounds simple, but it was genuinely perhaps the best thing you've ever felt.

His breathing heavy, Yeonjun is focused fully on your body and the pleasure his ministrations are causing. A small smirk toys with the corners of his lips as you look up at him, mewling, eyes glassy with tears.

"Yeah? Feel good, doll?"

You nod again, swallowing hard, and he sighs out a laugh. "Looking so pretty under me, glad I'm making you feel good, making your first so good, aren't I?"

His pants paint the skin of your neck and make you tingle deliciously, the idea that you're managing to make this beautiful boy feel just as good as he's making you feel.

You tighten desperately around him with every action, and when you do, looking up at him, you can see Yeonjun's losing himself just a little. His eyebrows are furrowed like he's holding back, lips pursed out in a pout more focused than annoyed, and you grip his wrist with a choked noise when his slightly calloused fingertips meet your clit once more.

"'m so sorry, baby, can't do 't anymore, pretty pussy's taking me so good... gon' take you with me, alright?"

You can only smile up at him through your pleasure-induced tears. "Go ahead, can take it, take you s' good.."

Yeonjun's otherwise perfect thrusts fade to imperfection as he nears his high, writing his name on your clit once more, over and over, like he's claiming you as his. His whole body is covered in a sheen of sweat, like he's glowing from within. "Yeah? Gon' be a good girl 'nd take all of me?"

"Can do it, can take you, wan' it s' bad.." you're slurring your words at this point, grabbing onto him out of desperation to keep yourself grounded in reality.

His pelvis ruts into you so hard you gasp, second high somehow even better than the first, and you're left out of body until the feeling of his warm cum painting your insides brings you crashing back down.

Yeonjun's shaking above you, and you chase his lips to press a consoling kiss to them, carding a hand through his hair as he calms down.

Rolling off of you, he takes a moment to catch his breath, eyes locked on his cum dripping out of your abused cunt. His gaze flicks up to meet yours a second later, and he smiles to himself at the fucked out look on your face. Thank god he did you right.

He gets a phone call moments later, and sits to answer it with an apologetic look at you. "Yes?" His tone is devoid of feeling, but softens when he hears the voice on the other end. "Yes, it's all right, I'll be over later, 'kay?"

He hangs up after a moment and looks at you with a tentative look, waiting for something from you. When he doesn't get it, he says, "You can, um, use my shower, if you want?"

As you look at him, the weight of everything that just happened crashes down on you. Oh shit. You just fucked your best friend. You fucking lost your virginity to your best friend. You just let him cum inside you. You're fucked. Literally. And then he was on the call with someone else, some other girl, and this is probably the worst situation you've gotten yourself into

You sit abruptly, avoiding his eyes. "I have to go."

Yeonjun's expression is nothing short of confusion and hurt when you stumble, off balance, to pull on your underwear and shorts once more. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Not the fucking pet name. Not again.

You shake your head. "I have to go. This was a bad idea."

And without another word, you're walking out his door.

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You avoid him as best you can, but it isn't easy when he's so desperate for some sort of answer from you. 10 missed calls and 17 texts later, you find yourself back in the same room as him, much to your chagrin.

It wasn't on purpose! Your friends had decided that your monthly hang out was happening a week earlier than usual this time, and inside Taehyun's living room, you sit as far from Yeonjun as you possibly can.

Dinner is already torture, but after?

You avoid eye contact with him, avoid talking to him, hell, you avoid looking at him at all. Sitting between Beomgyu and Kai, Yeonjun's on Beomgyu's left, perfectly out of your eye line.

You and Kai yapping about Animal Crossing, you can feel Yeonjun's eyes on you, and you try your hardest to act normal. It's hard enough to be able to smell him in the room, soft and subtle but so unbearably there.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, and you hold your head in your hands, hip leaned against the counter.

Maybe you're being overdramatic. It's not that big of a deal to lose your virginity to someone who you've known for 8 years. You're sure it's happened to someone before. It's normal! It's just sex, after all, you don't have real feelings for him, definitely not.

But he's just dyed his hair red, and the thoughts running through your head are not friendly ones at all.

You feel insane. You shouldn't be simping after someone who you've known for so long. It would ruin everything between the two of you, wouldn't it?

You move to turn on the faucet. Washing your hands for no other reason but hope to get rid of the feeling of Yeonjun on your skin, you dry them on one of the hanging towels and open the bathroom door.

Oh, fuck this.

Yeonjun stands right outside the door, leaning against the wall, and when it opens, he straightens up to look at you. "Yn.. can we talk? Please? I-I need you to tell me what I did."

Something in his eyes makes your heart break in two. He looks so confused, so unaware of exactly how you feel, and you run a hand over your hair. "Jjun. You've been my best friend. For eight years. And I let you take my fucking virginity. What do you think you did?"

"Did I not fuck you good?" His voice is small, tentative, and you sigh in frustration.

"No, you fucked me just fine."

"Then what's the problem?"

"That's the problem, Jjun. I let you fuck me because I've wanted this for years, and it was a mistake. I don't want to lose my best friend because I told you I couldn't get myself off."

He runs a hand through his newly-red hair and visibly collects his thoughts. After a moment, Yeonjun says, "Do you not like me?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

His cheeks are red, and there are tears beading in his water line, making his eyes sparkle. You purse your lips out in confusion, and he continues.

"Do you think I'd fuck you if I didn't have feelings for you? Do you really think I'm that much of a whore?" His voice is quiet, searching, and you're genuinely surprised. "Did you even think about the fact that I didn't tell you who I was into? Because it's you, dummy. I volunteered to take your virginity because I've been wanting to be the one who gets to do that since that day you kissed Taehyun. And I realized that I didn't want you to be with anyone other than me."

He rubs the nape of his neck with a small smile through the tears in his eyes. "It's selfish, probably. Isn't it? To want to be the only one for you?"

Your eyes are blown out wide, lips parted in surprise. "What the fuck?! Why didn't you tell me before you fucked me? Or during? Hell, even after instead of making me feel fucking crazy for liking you?"

"You didn't say anything, did you?" Yeonjun smiles slightly.

You press your lips together. "You offered in the first place! I didn't have to say anything."

"Fine. I'll say it now. I like you. I want you. I've thought about you at 2am every night for the past 2 years. I fucked you because I want to date you."

His eyes have a softness to them, akin to the way he looked at you when you were under him, and you don't have the words to respond.

You're pressed up against him in seconds, arms around his waist, lips on his with such urgency that you feel him laugh against you. Yeonjun kisses you back with the same pure passion, hands finding their way to cup your cheeks, and suddenly it feels like all is right with the world.

The atmosphere in the room is soft, intimate almost, when you find yourself on Taehyun's guest bed with a giggle. "You're so pretty, fuck.." you exhale, laughing when he grips the plush of your thighs to pull you closer.

You're positioned on top of him, heart going fast, and you're half subconsciously running your hand up and under his shirt.

He lets out a pretty gasp of a moan when you pinch at his nipple. "Don't, can't fuck with them out there, never gon' hear the end of it..."

The tears from before are finally slipping down his cheeks, and you press a kiss to his cheek to stop them from rolling off his chin. "Won't fuck you, but let me get you off, please? Wan' show you how much you mean to me.."

A soft exhale slips past his lips when you settle behind him, legs looped around his. Your head rests on his shoulder— you can hear his heartbeat through the cotton of his oversized shirt when you run your hand over the front of his pants. You tug the waistband of the loose athletic shorts down slowly, watching his every reaction with a soft smile on your face, and oh, the way the corners of his lips turn up so prettily when you run a soft hand over the entirety of his length.

"Always loved you, did you know?" you mumble, finally tugging him out of his pants with a whine from him.

"Didn' know, wish I did, woulda— fuck, s-slow down— woulda fucked you soon-ner..."

"Shush pretty, don't want them to hear, you can't be quiet 'nough, can you?"

He shakes against you when you slide your fist up his dick again, faster with each repetition, head hanging to his chest as he accepts what you give him, rendered putty beneath your hands. Yeonjun's noises are choked, slipping past the restraints of his lips no matter how much he tries otherwise. His head rocks all the way back when you speed up, and the sight of his collarbones on display has you reeling, wanting to give him everything he deserves and more.

"Doing so good for me, pretty boy, aren't you? So pretty with your new hair, did you do it for me?" humming against his neck while you suck dark hickeys, just high enough above his neckline for them to be visible. He just nods, gripping your free hand in his, and you look down at his dick in your hand with a smile.

Tip peeking through your fingers every time the side of your hand meets his pelvis, you notice a small birthmark on his pubic line and make note of it with a grin. His soft whines meet your ear like a melody from angels. "M— 'm so close, don't stop, don't stop, n/n, please!"

Yeonjun's small cry as he reaches his peak wrenches through your body as if he's touching you, and you let go of his hand and hold up his shirt to keep him from making a mess of it. "There we go, so pretty, what a good boy, love you..." You jerk off his softening cock, milking him completely, and only when his overstimulated mewls reach your ears do you stop.

The boy in front of you is a mess, sweat making his neck shiny, cum painting his tummy in ropes of white, tears streaking his cheeks, lips swollen from the tug of his teeth. But he looks so pretty, eyes glazed, a pleasured smile tugging at his lips as he looks at you.

"Love you too, s' glad you love me back."

You're leaning your forehead to his, going in for a sweet kiss, when you hear, "Guys, where'd yn and Yeonjun go?" from the hallway.

All in a frenzy, you jump up, tripping over your feet on your way to grab something to wipe Yeonjun clean, and you get to him just in time for the door to open.

Soobin stands there with his eyebrows raised, looking at the two of you on the bed, Yeonjun's hot cheeks, and the rag in your hand. He slaps a hand over his mouth before turning on his heel. "Found them!"

"Fucking hell," you mutter, straightening your own clothes while Yeonjun stands on shaky legs, tugging you into his arms.

"Doesn't matter, they were all bound to find out, was too loud anyways..." he smiles, nuzzling your neck, then drags you out and to the others.

Soobin's actively whispering in the ear of Beomgyu when the two of you walk in, and Taehyun shoots an annoyed look your way.

"My guest bed? Really?"

Yeonjun shrugs, checks the time, and grabs your hand again. You're still not used to this sensation— his hand is warm and soft, fingertips slightly calloused, and it fits perfectly with yours, like he was made for you. The thought makes you dizzy.

"This was fun, guys, but we have somewhere to be..." Yeonjun's saying to the others when you tune back in to reality. You gape up at him, but he just smirks down at you.

"In each others pants, most likely," Beomgyu mutters under his breath, and you roll your eyes.

But Yeonjun only winks, pulling you behind him out of the house and into his car, mumbling something about how he'll get yours later, and before you know it, this time you're in his bed.

Yeah, you're not getting any sleep tonight.

[burning-love-letters]

Hello.🙂

🧸, 👾 & 🎃 for whoever likes to answer?

(Hi, hi! 👋🏾 I'm still working on my selfship AUs, so if any of this is inconsistent/confusing, I apologize. —👑💌)

🧸 What does your bed look like? Is it just you and (S/I)? Are there stuffed animals? How many blankets and pillows do you have? Do you prefer the bed to be hot or cold?

None of us really sleep in Fran's bed. She usually comes over to one of our places. —🩷💌

I've been there plenty of times, though. Not to brag. 😏 It's pretty nice. Lots of purple, which William loves, of course. She's got about three blankets and a couple of pillows. One of those long ones, too. —👽💌

As for stuffed animals, she has her Fredbear plush. A gift from me, of course. —💜💌

Makes a mocking fart noise It was a gift from both of us. —🦊💌

Of course, how could I have forgotten. —💜💌

»»———-　💌　———-««

👾 What are your favorite things to do with (S/I)? Who’s better at them?

Favorite things to do, with Fran, eh? ... Am I allowed to say what I'm thinking? —🖤💌

I mean, we're all thinking it. —🦊💌

I was thinking about going to the Planetarium. Fran and I love talking about new scientific discoveries, especially when they have to do with space. —🕷️💌

Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerd! You sound like my uncle Henry. —🦊💌

I've been meaning to talk to your uncle, I want to ask him about his robotics. The advancements he and your dad have made are astounding! —🕷️💌

And, now you sound like my dad. —🦊💌

Uh, guys, we're supposed to be answering questions here. What I like to do with Fran is cook and bake. We come from very different cultures, and I feel closer to her every time we share a meal. Not to mention, I love her home-cooking. She's an amazing cook. —🐲💌

... I like listening to music with her. I don't always get her... girl music, but. It's usually pretty nice. —🦊💌

»»———-　💌　———-««

🎃 Are you or (S/I) artsy at all? Do you ever hand-make things for each other?

Well, Fran is a writer, as you may know, but my art is ballet. I've given up the spotlight in favor of raising a family, but the two of us practice when I have the time. Keeping limber is a must once you've gotten older. As for crafting, I don't do much of it myself, outside of holiday decorations, but Fran will make us things. Usually drawings and love notes. —🩰💌

Thanks for the ask! It was a pleasure to answer! —👑💌

[asilentfrenzy]

"'So this is what you do with your lives? Spare humans from the Treaty and have fine meals?' I gave a pointed glance toward Tamlin's baldric, the warrior's clothes, Lucien's sword.

Lucien smirked. 'We also dance with the spirits under the full moon and snatch human babes from their cradles to replace them with changelings.'"

[ahelluvahigh]

‘ FUCK YES ‘

"I would rather die."

"No, nu-uh, no, you stay the fuck away from me. And her."

The her.

"Yeah, sure. Why not! I wanna find out what the hype's about."

"Daddy~"

"Yeeeeah. No. Fuck you. With a brick. "

"My dad would die-- and then I'd inherit everything, sooo... call me."

"Can't say I'm not intrigued~"

No words just. This face.

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛ATEEZ Headcanons - Dizzy/Feverish

🐿️ Hongjoong

Gets dizzy so fucking easily that it’s a surprise he hasn’t fainted more often

Dizzy spells from low blood sugar because he so often forgets to eat when in the studio

Fainted into EDEN’s arms before and ever since all of EDENary and Maddox keep sugary cereal bars on hand to fed to him

But from experience he knows how to keep himself from fainting if he notices soon enough - locks his knees, squats or sits down etc.

Gets super nauseous from fevers - sometimes he just gets really nauseous and pukes before anybody even realizes that he is running a high temp - mostly because they hold his hair back and when they touch his forehead they find it burning and be like ??? !!!

“Shit, I’m late for practice”, Hongjoong muttered, looking at his smartphone. He had been so deep into producing with Maddox and Eden that he had completely forgotten the time.

“Go, we’ll make do without you”, Eden said, rolling his eyes.

“Thanks”, Hongjoong replied and jumped up.

Only for the whole word starting to turn into a twisting kaleidoscope. He stumbled, vision going black.

“Joong-ah”, Maddox called and as Hongjoong opened his eyes again he found himself back in his chair, his mentor squatting down in front of him. Maddox looked worried, while EDEN had a rather unreadable expression on his face.

The oldest producer slid a cereal bar over to him and Maddox helped Hongjoong open the bar, as his fingers shook too much.

“You need to remember to eat, Hongjoong”, EDEN said, worry and displeasure fighting in his voice, “I’ll call Seonghwa to let him know you will not be going to practice. We’re having dinner now.”

Resigned Hongjoong nodded.

⭐ Seonghwa

Doesn’t really run fevers, so when he does he doesn’t notice

Like having a fever is so unexpected for him that he only believes it when Hongjoong shoves the thermometer in his face

After that he is done, once he knows he is sick it’s like his body gets the permission to fall apart

Has fainted from a fever once as he didn’t even realize how bad it was

Scared the shit out of Yeosang who had to catch him

Has a complex about being the oldest, so he doesn’t tell anybody if something is up

“Hyung?”, a loud voice called and somebody was tapping his cheek. Annoyed, Seonghwa groaned and tried to slap the hand away. Instead whoever it was caught his hand in their and held on tight.

Slowly Seonghwa blinked open his eyes to stare into the wide-eyed gaze of Jongho, who looked like he had a halo around his head. Another blink and Seonghwa realized that it was just the overhead lights that made the maknae shine. 

“Wha’ happ’n’?”, he slurred, his tongue uncooperative in his mouth. 

Jongho moved a bit away and Seonghwa was able to see that he was laying in the middle of the hallway, his members surrounding him. Hongjoong and Yunho were kneeling next to the maknae. Yeosang and Woyooung were cuddled up in San’s arms somewhere by Seonghwa’s feet. Mingi was nowhere to be seen.

“You fainted when you came out of the shower”, Hongjoong explained, his voice a bit shaky, “you are lucky Yeosang managed to catch you.”

🐶 Yunho

Gets dizzy when it’s hot and he’s dehydrated

Reluctantly tells one of the hyungs 

He really doesn’t want to but he knows if he faints he might injure himself and he wants to avoid that

Besides, he’s so tall, he knows they won’t be able to get him of the floor

Also he really doesn’t want Mingi to worry so he speaks up in time

Every single illness is accompanied by a fever - everybody else has a slight sniffle? Yunho has a fever - somebody is puking from a stomach bug? Yunho is too but he also has a fever

“Hyung?”, Yunho whispered, tapping Seonghwa’s shoulder. They had an M/V shoot in the middle of the hottest day of the year and it was … wow, everything was tilting.

“Yunho?”, Seonghwa asked, already alarmed after seeing the younger’s sweaty and pale face. A few patches of skin were red from the sun. “What’s wrong?”

“Dizzy”, Yunho mumbled, slumping forward, “everything’s spinning. Don’t wanna faint.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened and he called over their manager. Together they dragged the tallest member to some shade where the three maknaes were sitting. Immediately Yunho was fussed over by his best friend.

“Yunho, drink”, Mingi encouraged, “you’ve been dancing in the hot sun all day and you are so bad with heat. Knowing you, you didn’t even drink enough. Slow sips.”

With a sign, Yunho complied. 

👑 Yeosang

Has no idea how to say he isn’t feeling good, so he kinda doesn’t

Whenever he gets dizzy which often happens when he’s feverish he just stumbles into people because everything is spinning

That’s how they know

In a reverse to their normal roles he does get clingy towards Wooyoung

He has a fever? He just sleeps 

Honestly waking a feverish Yeosang is the hardest task Seonghwa had ever had to face and it nearly made him cry

“Sang-ah?”, Seonghwa whispered, shaking the younger’s shoulder. They had sent Yeosang to bed yesterday evening when he had stumbled into Mingi during recording and they noticed his high fever. Now he was due for some fever reducers and some food. 

But Yeosang showed no sign of waking up. No matter what Seonghwa tried. Ten minutes later the eldest gave up, shakily getting to his feet. Tears burned in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He didn’t need worried dongsaengs beside one very sick one.

As he stumbled out of the room, ready to ask Hongjoong to call an ambulance, he was stopped by Wooyoung in the living room. “Couldn’t wake him?”, the second maknae asked. Seonghwa shook his head, not even questioning how Wooyoung knew. His worry overshadowed everything else.

“Don’t worry, hyung. Sang-ah is just a really deep sleeper when sick. Nothing we can do but wait.”

Seonghwa was dragged back to the bedroom and handed the thermometer. 

“It’s only 38.2°C”, he said in astonishment. 

“Told you, deep sleeper”, Wooyoung replied and jumped into the bed, only to immediately get hugged by the still asleep Yeosang. He grinned.

⛰️ San

Tries to push through illnesses - at least that’s always his plan

He doesn’t hold out long though and tells Yunho who gets him lying down asap when dizzy

Fevers make him really really emotional and he keeps crying 

Misses his parents and grandparents a lot when sick and is constantly on the phone with them once his fever gets too high

Hongjoong had once had to stop his grandparents from coming all the way to Seoul because San called them with a very high fever and not making much sense

Wants cuddles from every member but especially his Seonghwa-hyung or his personal pillow aka Jeong Yunho

“Hyung, everything hurts”, San cried, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I know, San-ah”, Yunho replied helplessly, wiping at the tears. He had been woken by his younger roommate in the middle of the night. At first a sleepy Yunho had been worried why a simple nightmare had turned his dongsaeng into a blubbering mess but when he had felt the heat radiating off him, he had understood.

“Everything’s spinning”, San mumbled, “make it stop.”

“Come here”, Yunho whispered and wrapped San in his arms, carefully laying back so that the smaller was resting on his chest. “Sleep, I’ve got you.”

“I miss my family.”

“I know, baby, we’ll call them in the morning, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

🐣 Mingi

Gets scared when his body betrays him and immediately seeks out his Hongjoong-hyung

Basically becomes a baby which makes it hard for Hongjoong since Mingi is so much taller than him

Has never fainted before because people get him sitting or laying down as soon as he speaks up

Generally has a high body temperature so it takes some time for him to actually run a fever

“Hongjoong-hyung, I don’t feel good”, Mingi said.

Not sparing a second Hongjoong stopped his work, spinning around in his desk chair to muster the younger who had just entered his studio. The younger man was pale and his eyes were blown wide with … fear?

The captain jumped up to reach out to him, gently holding onto his arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I … uh”, Mingi whispered, “I’m kinda feeling dizzy.” Shit. Okay.

“Let’s sit down okay?”, Hongjoong said and tightened his grip on the younger. Then pulled them over to the couch before anything could happen. Mingi was just too damn tall for Hongjoong to completely hold him up, especially if it was unexpected. Hongjoong gently helped the younger lay on his back, feet raised on the armrest. He gently stroked his hand through the messy, slick hair. 

“Hey, princess?”, the captain asked then, tapping Mingi’s cheeks. “Let’s rest for a moment and I’ll get you something to drink. Then Yunho and I will take you back to the dorm, okay?”

🦊 Wooyoung

Contrary to what people might think he doesn’t get whiny

He gets quiet which is much more scary

He is kinda scared people will judge him or wave him off because he normally is dramatic 

just hug him please

Just suddenly faints (well, only suddenly to everybody else) and got a concussion from that once

“Wooyoung?”, San asked, “what do you think about going home now? Wooyoung?”

San turned around and his heart nearly stopped. The younger was slumped against the mirror of the dance practice room, eyes closed and body so limp it was clear he wasn’t conscious.

“Oh God”, Hongjoong exclaimed and ran over to the younger, kneeling down by his side. 

San was frozen in shock. They had just decided to end practice early since Wooyoung had been off all day, quiet and closed off, which was so unnatural to their sunshine demon. Now the younger was unconscious with Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang and a manager kneeling by his side. Seonghwa appeared by San’s side, pulling him into his side in a protective embrace and together they walked a bit closer.

“Wha’?” San was sure he had never heard a more beautiful sound.

“Hey, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, stroking back Wooyoung’s hair as the younger’s eyes flickered open.

“How are you feeling?”, Yunho asked, a bit of guilt in his voice. It was his dance practice that had gone wrong after all. Hongjoong must have heard it too as he placed a hand on Yunho’s back.

“Tired, dizzy, my head hurts”, Wooyoung mumbled. Yeosang sneaked a hand to his forehead.

“No wonder, Young-ah, you’re burning up. Bed, now.”

🧸 Jongho

Doesn’t get sick often

But when he does, oh boy

All his reserves of wanting to be Maknae on Top crumble and he goes to any of his hyungs, but likely Hongjoong because he isn’t overwhelming and not as touchy as the others

Kind of wants hug but also doesn’t because he’s hot and sweaty and just bah

Dizziness is really disorientating to him, so he immediately speaks up because he cannot stay upright

Gets the worst chills

“Hey, Jongho-yah”, Hongjoong greeted from the doorway, finding the maknae curled up under a lot of blankets, “still not feeling any better?”

Jongho shook his head, shivering. He had really scared the group when he had sat down unexpectedly during recordings earlier that day, complaining of dizziness. One second he had been singing, the next he had been on the ground, clutching Mingi’s legs to keep himself upright.

They had crowded the maknae a bit, Hongjoong had had to admit but Jongho hadn’t even cared much. Instead he had asked the captain to take him home. Soft for his baby and worried when finding him burning up Hongjoong had done as asked, not even sparing a thought for the recordings. Maddox, who had been watching in worry, and Mingi had it under control.

“Hyung, can you lie down with me?”, Jongho asked timidly, “I am so cold.”

“Of course.” Hongjoong crawled under the blankets, hugging the younger to his chest. He could feel the chills wreck the whole bed and just how sweaty Jongho was. He didn’t care at all.

“I’m sorry”, the maknae whispered, burying his face in Hongjoong’s shoulder, “I’m disgusting.”

“Shush, you’re just sick”, the captain replied quietly, “it’s okay.”

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this yeonjun can do whatever he wants to me-

im still in shock abt this photo ahjbshjbdjw