#i should delete twitter. and yet
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people on iwtv twt are so boring (colorless flavorless dull etc etc). wdym claudia can’t be a lesbian. wdym claudia shouldn’t be referred to as lestat’s daughter. yes she hates that man with all her heart but isn’t that the point?? isn’t that the tragedy of it all??? if you’re not here to contemplate the love despite and amidst the incomprehensible horrors what are you here for
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fujosuke higashikata
#jjba#jjba fanart#jjba part 4#jojo no kimyou na bouken#josuke higashikata#genderbend#i highkey fw confessions of a rotten girl and i saw someone on twt having 'fujosuke' as their user and i died#the only reason to not delete twitter#no cuz it's genius tbh#idk who the person is but thanks for being based and giving me peak ideas#off topic but why is everyone on jojotwt unhinged genuine question#i mean it's twitter so that should explain it#anyway fujoshi josuke amirite#she'd unironically be more into yuri but she doesn't know that yet (im NOT projecting!!)#i love my loser daughter#swirly glasses josuke the world missed you#so so much
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i’m so close to deleting twitter. i opened it this morning and the top ads were a betting site for the election and elon musk’s pac
#pacs should be illegal if only bc i hate all of their ads#cant delete twitter yet bc i have comms going on over there#but like. soon.#orphe yaps
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#genuinely the worst part about ‘swarla twitter’ has gotta be how so many people who are deeply involved in that community#also have accounts over here and aren’t the tiniest bit shy about taking your writing or your art to post as a hot commodity#back over there to what exactly…… harvest new followers and likes??#and this includes gifs but that’ll be the sticking point that most people who agree with the prior statement will pretend they haven’t seen#you so clearly have an account over here would it kill you to get involved in this community (which is what it is - a community)#in ways that don’t immediately benefit yourself elsewhere?#idk man maybe i shouldn’t even bother#maybe i shouldn’t even be surprised#but it feels like having vultures waiting in the sidelines to pick and choose from what you put out there#in ways that most benefit them within another community that they’d clearly much rather be part of#i should definitely delete this lmao my coffee hasn’t kicked in yet but man alive have some respect
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Such a shame that Tumblr is the website that pisses me off the least out of all social media but also I really Don't like how the form of posting/blogs works while paired with how I like to keep my stuff
#I comepletly deleted all of my twitters and I only ever post to Instagram and tumblr now#and I like the 'gallery' look instagram gives my art and how fleeting stories are and generally how sorted everything is#but everyone and everything is annoying on there#tumblr is nice because its not as tainted by The Big Algorithm yet but I don't like how it loookks and how posting art is like on here#I should be more active on here but ... le sigh#and interact with my mutuals#le sigh x2#mytxt
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best friend is 100% mad at me and fully fucking ignoring me when i ask why. hes fucking playing roblox on call with his friends while im over here freaking out ready to actually kill myself because he doesnt give a shit about me and wont fucking tell me why hes angry but i would bet MONEY that if he is mad, its over something i didnt even do wrong
#vent post#delete later#sorry for yapping on main i really should go to my priv twitter for this#but GOD#CHRIST#IM JUST#WHATS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM DUDE IF YOURE PISSED OFF AT ME JUST FUCKING TELL ME YOU ARE#BECAUSE NOW WE'RE BOTH PISSED AT EACH OTHER!#and unless i royally fucked up and said something terrible to him i wasnt aware of (which i doubt is the case)#im the only one here thats actually RIGHTFULLY mad#and has genuine REASON to be#for many reasons not just this thing!#but i sure dont think he has any justifiable reason to be mad at me yet he fucking is and hes ignoring me completely and i just#why are you thrownig 9 years of soulmate friendship down the fucking toilet michael whats your FUCKING DAMAGE HEATHER
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sorry i'm just thinking about the devastating unrelenting utter sincerity of bandanabloom's album MOTHER. sorry i'm just thinking about bandanabloom's ep time capsule. also specifically HUMAN and POWER POLE and MOTHER and letter for my senior/freshman self and i'm SHAKING earthquake and poltergeist and gladesong in my mouth and AAAAAAA i hope the random guy who made a bunch of really good music is doing okay and if they never come back to the internet then i will mourn the loss but also i will yell about their music forever to the void of their 7k subscribers
#BANDANABLOOM THE ARTIST YOU ARE. ABJKBFSHJGHAKDHJS#lychee's brain trash#i reallyyyyyy need a music tag um. um#anyway yelling into the void about bandanabloom because even if i spam it in my empty discord server#it will never be enough i need it on the internet#it's been four years since my obsession with this guy's music began and it has yet to cease#i'm genuinely so curious about where the twitter account went like#it just sorta vanished one day and i was very saddened by it#thinking i should archive all of their music just so i can hoard it forever in case they decide to delete it idk#bandanabloom
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rocking back and forth. haterposting is the mind killer don't haterpost just suck it up and be fine its okay they can be wrong it's alright you don't need to defend fictional characters or the people they made up in their brains to be mad at its OKAYYY HATERPOSTING IS THE MINDDD KILLEERRRR SELF AFFIRMATIONS !!
#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍#struggling out here a little bit . Twitter is a fun place ^_^ i should delete it#maybe i will show u all the clownshow in just a minute o_
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someone: so why have you spent the last 10 years obsessing over a niche pairing that was only recently on screen for a few seconds???
me:

#wait 'til you see half the things i haven't written yet#kdhfl#anyways i found an old word doc from 2014 when i tried to do this challenge where i wrote down at least one good thing from the day#and i remember writing everything out on scraps of paper and then stuffing it all in a jar and then transcribing it at the end of the year#i also remember omitting a bunch of things so no clue entirely what they were about (tho likely the dumb situationships i was in that year)#BUT#amongst that is the start date of the old pokeani rp group i joined (it's cringey but it's also making me laugh in the best way)#''Jan 28- RP blog w/ all my senpais!!!!!''#😂#but then also:#''Aug 2/3- Phaesporia flirts hoLY SHIT <33''#wish i hadn't deleted twitter so i could at least tell my old pal harley who was the cynthia to my diantha in that rp kjhdsfklj#i don't remember the exact wording but it was diantha teasing cynthia about this stupid dress she should wear to the international meeting#and cynthia said something like 'the best part of that dress would be taking it off' completely innocent but i. saw an opportunity.#and had diantha say something like ''i agree. that /would/ be the best part of that dress wouldn't it? ;)'#and it just descended into madness from there and i just haven't been normal since <3#i should write something special for that day...#talking tag
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I can't believe they apparently introduced Ratio by showing him playing chess alone and taunting himself. What a dork. I actually love him
#I used to do this all the time from the moment I learnt to play chess when I was seven or so to ehm nowadays from time to time#A lot less now than as a child and teen. I used to do it all the time. Nowadays I find it boring xD#I hope for my mental health he won't be as me-coded as he seems to be#Because that would be embarrassing in an almost humiliating way#What do you mean I am so plain and my tastes so typical and easy to cater to#that the gacha game has made at least two characters that fit perfectly my tastes?#And yet there they are. I won't even talk about Jingliu and Jing Yuan nor probably Luocha and even Sunday#Blade was hit after hit and Ratio is‚ while not as much of my taste fiction-wise for now‚ definitely clicking all my irl interests#I got into twitter and saw the chess piece in the video thumbnail and my first thought was 'goodness I sure hope that's not Ratio'#But it was#This is kind of humiliating. I feel like a NPC of a person. I hope you die. I hope we both die xD#I talk too much#I should probably delete this later#The only character that comes as close as Blade as being lab-made specifically to suit all my tastes is Jack and that's how it went#I don't even want to talk about what Blade has done to me this year (for good and bad)
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#do u ever feel emotionally numb and barely keeping it together and just so lost and like youre standing in your own way to make it better#my chest feels so tight i keep taking deep breaths and theyre not doing anything#im not even stressed im just 😶 gotta keep trucking 😶#i dont even feel that bad and yet i shouldnt be feeling this bad rn#cant leave the house because its waste of time and i dont want to get sunburnt again#i probably should but then what ? i just cook my brain on campus again bc its so warm#and then i feel extra bad for not being able to focus#even deleting instagram wont keep the bad news away bc i got so bored i checked twitter for like an hour earlier 😭#idk man i think once this next exam is over life will be good and normal and happiness will return forever again#dont tell me to hope for less i cant take it
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死 KKANGPAE | #17 死
† bedroom confessions †

“His real name is the most dangerous thing he’s ever given you.”

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word count: 7.5k
rating: explicit (18+)
content: first time in jeon’s bedroom, real name revelation, sexual tension finally exploding, dirty talk that’ll make you blush, spanking kink discovery, emotional walls starting to crack, post-sex vulnerability, and lines being crossed that can never be uncrossed.
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☠ author's note ☠
Y’ALL I’M DECEASED. Just casually writing 7.5k of filth like it’s nothing. Who even am I at this point? My laptop is judging me, my FBI agent is traumatized, and I haven’t made eye contact with my roommate in three days.
So… that happened. Jungkook finally shared his real name AND his bed, and honestly? The power that man holds when he’s being all dominant and teasing is absolutely CRIMINAL. I had to take several water breaks while writing this chapter because WHEW. Is it hot in here or is it just me? (¬‿¬)
The fact that Jungkook’s idea of aftercare is literally “wanna stay connected all night?” has me HOLLERING. Sir, that is NOT how this works—but also it’s so perfectly HIM. Our emotionally stunted sniper boy doesn’t know how to process feelings unless they’re shooting through a rifle scope.
And Y/N with the attitude even DURING sex? A queen behavior. Standing ovation for not becoming a complete puddle the second he touched her (though let’s be real, it was close).
Let’s also talk about how they can’t stop BANTERING even post-orgasm. These two idiots calling it “charity work” when they’re both equally obsessed with each other? THE DELUSION. I love them so much it physically hurts my face.
I know I promised slow burn but uh… Listen. LISTEN. It’s an EMOTIONALLLL slow burn. The fuck buddies tag is there for a reason. Sometimes characters just take over and you have to let them bang it out, you know? It’s for their mental health or whatever.
Don’t get too comfortable though! We all know what happens in this universe when people get too happy… the universe (aka me, their cruel god) decides to throw a wrench in everything. ⌒(o^▽^o)ノ
Next chapter will give us a little morning-after situation and maybe even some actual plot development if I can stop writing smut for five seconds!
Love ya, trauma vultures! Keep those comments coming, they fuel my sleep-deprived writing sessions!
xoxo 💋
P.S. Also, for the hate comment I deleted 5 seconds after it was posted (you tried though)… here's an even longer author's note, since yk, like you said, nobody reads them… More for me to yap without consequences, I guess.

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You're in Jeon's room.
Jeon's fucking room.
When he'd texted you to come to the shooting range earlier, you'd figured it was just another one of his typical late-night training sessions.
But now? Now you're here, on his bed , with him standing over you like he’s already decided you’re his next target.
Like you’re already dead and just haven’t figured it out yet.
Okay, maybe a tiny part of you had hoped for this. (Shut up , horny brain.)
But you'd only agreed to be fuck buddies like, what, some hours ago?
And here you are already, sprawled across his sheets, heart hammering against your ribs like it's trying to escape.
Talk about moving fast.
Except it isn't simple. Not when you're already spread out across his bed like you fucking live here. Not when your heart's kicking like a scared rabbit in your chest.
Your fingers curl into his sheets on reflex. Satin. Dark. Smells like pine and something sharper—pine. Him. God, that should not do things to you but it does.
You fight the dumb grin twitching at the corner of your mouth.
Because here's the thing.
He's just as gone for it.
Jeon's staring down at you like he hasn't eaten in days. Dark eyes locked on you like you're dinner and dessert and every guilty pleasure combined. There's no hesitation. No second-guessing. No going slow. Just that razor-focused, dangerous glint he always gets before pulling the trigger on a mark.
And Jesus Christ, you're the mark.
Your breath catches.
That stormy energy of his? It's fucking alive. Wrapping around you. Crawling over your skin. You feel it. You taste it. Static in the air—sharp, biting, almost buzzing in your goddamn teeth.
His fingers graze your thigh and oh.
That's nice. Really nice.
But before you can really enjoy it, he pulls his hand away. Plants it on the mattress by your head, making the bed creak under his weight.
You snap your head up in disbelief. "Seriously?"
Your voice cracks. Great. Love that for you.
But then his other hand comes up—slides along your jaw like he owns you. Fingers rough. Callused. Deadly. And all you can do is stare like a fucking idiot as his thumb presses against your bottom lip. Tugging. Testing.
You go pliant before you even process it. Lips parting on instinct.
His mouth opens just a little—like he's picturing it. Like he wants to taste you. Swallow you whole.
And goddamn it, you want that too.
So bad it hurts.
Is he imagining what it'd be like to kiss you? 'Cause you sure as hell are.
"You sure you can handle the kind of tension relief I'm talking about?" he asks, voice low and gravelly.
You almost laugh. As if you haven't been thinking about this exact scenario for weeks.
"Guess you'll have to show me so I can decide, huh?"
That does it.
He moves. Fast.
You barely register it before he's already there—mouth crashing into yours like he's starving. Teeth. Tongue. Fucking warzone.
There's no slow build-up. No teasing. Just pure, raw take.
Your breath punches out of you as you grab for him. Instinct. Desperation. Your fingers slip into his hair—damp, messy, soft as hell. You tug. Hard.
He groans into your mouth. Loud. Deep. Way too fucking hot. It rips down your spine like lightning.
You bite his lip just to feel him suck in air through his teeth. God, that sound—that sound—shoots straight to your core. Your legs twitch under him, thighs pressing together, trying to ease the ache.
It doesn't work. Makes it worse.
Jeon doesn't let you off easy either. He dives back in. Deeper this time. Tongue claiming, swallowing every shaky breath you give him like he owns them now.
His body shifts—presses down harder—pinning you to the mattress without saying a single word. Your back arches up like a fucking reflex. Can't help it.
And then, just as fast, he pulls back.
Forehead against yours. Breath ragged. Lips slick and swollen.
His chest rises and falls like he just ran a mile.
You're no better. Gasping. Throat dry. Pulse wrecked.
"We doing this?" he asks.
Not really a question. He knows. You both know. Still—he waits.
And maybe it's stupid how much that makes your throat go tight.
You nod, still trying to catch your breath. "Yes."
One word. That's all it takes for Jeon's eyes to darken further.
His mouth finds yours again, but only for a moment. Then he's moving—trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. When his teeth graze below your ear, a small gasp leaves your throat.
Fuck.
The sound does something to him. You can tell by the way his fingers dig into your hip, how his breath comes out just a bit harsher against your skin.
His other hand slides down your stomach, fingers spread wide like he's trying to touch as much of you as possible. The shirt bunches up with the movement.
More skin exposed to the cool air of his room. More of you for him to explore.
You can barely breathe right. Every inhale is shallow, desperate. A whine builds in your throat, needy and embarrassing, but you're too far gone to care. You want more. More of his hands on you, more of his mouth, more of the way he's practically caging you in with his body.
He makes this sound—low and satisfied, almost like a growl—that has heat pooling between your legs.
"Jeon," you breathe out.
He pulls back just enough to look at you. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide.
"Jungkook," he corrects, voice rough with want. "My real name is Jungkook. Say it like that again."
Your breath catches. Using real names in Kkangpae isn't something you take lightly. It's intimate. Personal. A sign of trust that goes beyond the physical.
"Jungkook," you say again, louder this time. Testing how it feels on your tongue.
The way his eyes darken tells you everything you need to know about how it sounds to him.
He growls—actually growls, okay paw patrol?—at that, like your voice saying his name is doing things to him. Like he can't get enough of it.
God. The way he's looking at you right now.
"Turn over for me," he murmurs like a command, but there's something patient in his voice. "I need to see that ass."
Your whole body feels like jelly as you move. The mattress dips beneath you, and fuck—you realize how exposed you are right now, laid out for him like this. How vulnerable.
How wanted.
"Ass up, sunshine," he says, voice raspy.
You push yourself up on your elbows, lifting your hips. The position makes you feel s̶l̶u̶t̶t̶y̶ bold, but it also feels slightly intoxicating, being on display like this, knowing exactly what it's doing to him.
The sharp intake of his breath is worth it.
His hands hover over you for a moment—those same hands that can take a life from a mile away with a sniper rifle now ghosting across your skin. The anticipation has your stomach in knots, has you fighting the urge to push back against him.
When he finally touches you, it's almost reverent. Like he's mapping out territory he plans to claim.
"Fuck," he breathes out; and the way he says it—like a prayer, like worship—makes your face burn. "You have no idea what your ass does to me."
His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, kneading with the kind of expertise that makes you wonder h̶o̶w̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶y̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ if he's thought about this before.
You have to press your face into the pillow to muffle the sounds trying to escape your throat.
Because if you start, you're not sure you'll be able to stop.
He takes his time, methodical in a way that's driving you insane. His thumbs spread you open, then let you fall back together. His hands work their way, massaging and squeezing. The heat under your skin builds until you feel like you might combust. Like you might actually catch fire right here in his bed.
"Such a perfect ass," he groans, and then—oh—his lips are pressing against one cheek, then the other. Soft kisses that feel somehow filthier than anything else he's done. "Fucking beautiful."
The praise hits different when it's coming from him. When it's Jungkook—cold, distant, perfectionist Jungkook—telling you how perfect you are.
When he pulls back, the loss of contact hits different. Like someone just yanked a warm blanket off you.
"I want to try something," he says, and okay, when his voice sounds like that you'd say yes to almost anything he'd say.
"Yeah?" Your voice is breathy, but at this point you're too curious (too turned on) to give a single fuck.
His hand traces up your spine, gentle in a way that doesn't match how intensely he's staring at you. The contrast makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.
"I want to spank that gorgeous ass of yours."
It comes out like a confession, like he's been thinking about this for a while. There's a question mark hanging at the end of it though, waiting for your permission.
Oh.
Something hot and electric zips through you at the suggestion. Your brain staggers for a second, but your body's already made up its mind. You're nodding before you can even process what this means.
"Let's do it," you say, maybe too eagerly, but the thought of his hand coming down on your ass has lit something up inside you that you didn't even know was there.
"Remember our safe word?"
Even in the middle of this is, he's making sure you're both on the same page.
"Black tape," you confirm immediately.
Having that word there, knowing you can use it anytime—it's like a safety net. Makes everything else feel okay.
"Good."
He positions himself behind you again, and the anticipation is k̶i̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ driving you crazy. His hand hovers over your skin, making you feel every inch of exposed flesh.
Then, the first spank lands.
It's almost gentle—like he's testing the waters, seeing how you'll react.
The sound it makes in the quiet room has your face burning.
Sharp. Clean. Loud.
Your skin blooms with heat where his palm connected, and fuck—it's not exactly painful, but it sends this electric feeling through your whole body that has you gasping. The sting melts into something warmer, spreading under your skin until you feel like you're floating.
Your face burns.
And... It's not from pain.
Obviously, he's watching you like a hawk, trying to read your reaction. You can feel his eyes on you, heavy and intense.
"How was that?" His voice comes out rough, like he's the one who just got spanked.
You have to take a second to remember how words work.
"Good," you manage to get out, barely above a whisper. "Really good."
He gives you time to process, to just feel it. Then his palm is back on your ass, but this time he's not spanking. He's just... touching. Soothing the heated skin with gentle strokes that somehow feel more intimate than the spank itself.
It's messing with your head—how he can switch from rough to gentle so fast. One second he's spanking you, the next he's treating you like you're made of glass.
The air feels exactly like right before a storm hits.
Jungkook's presence behind you is overwhelming in the best way, and when his hand moves away, you actually have to bite back a whine.
Every second he makes you wait feels like torture. You arch your back a little, trying to be s̶l̶u̶t̶t̶y̶ subtle about asking for more. You can't see his face, but you know he's smirking.
You've seen that look enough times to picture it perfectly—that cocky little quirk of his lips, the way his eyes get all dark and intense.
"Ready for another?" he asks, voice gone all gravelly; and it shouldn't be hot, but it is.
Your heart's going crazy in your chest when you nod. "Yes."
Waiting has has your skin tingling, has you holding your breath without even meaning to.
You can feel him shifting behind you, the mattress dipping as he draws his arm back.
When his palm connects this time, it's not a question—it's a statement.
The smack echoes off the walls, louder than before, and holy shit.
"Fuck," you gasp out.
It stings more this time, sharp and intense, but in a way that makes everything feel unfairly good.
"How does that feel?" His words drip with arousal, but there's still that undercurrent of concern.
Always checking, always making sure.
"Nice," you hear yourself say, and you're surprised by how eager you sound. Like you can't get enough. "Keep going."
There's a pause, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head.
"As you wish," he finally says, and you don't need to see his face to know he's smirking.
He pulls back again, and like the asshole he is, he makes you wait a little bit.
Not for long though, because clearly, the fucker is enjoying this too.
When the third spank lands, it's like a lightning bolt straight to your core. It's stronger, more controlled, and the pleasure that rips through you is so intense it steals your breath.
You cry out—not from pain, but from how good it feels.
How it makes your whole body sing.
This time, his hand stays put. You can feel the heat of his palm against your stinging skin, and it's grounding in a way you didn't know you needed.
"Beautiful," he breathes out, like you're some kind of work of art.
You hadn't pegged Jungkook as the type to be into this kind of thing. But the way his breath catches, the slight tremor in his hand as it rests on your ass—it's like he's discovering something about himself right along with you.
Maybe it's a spanking thing. Or maybe it's just a you thing.
Or your ass thing.
Either way, the realization that you're affecting him this much?
Heady. Bargaining material.
His fingers start tracing patterns on your heated skin, soothing the sting. Again with the contrast, from the spanking to this. Like he's not quite sure himself where he stands.
"You okay?"
You nod into the pillow, not trusting your voice right now.
Because how do you tell someone that you're more than okay? That you're floating on some kind of pleasure high you didn't even know existed?
And honestly, this whole situation is simply making it hard to think straight.
But then, Jungkook moves, slowly, creates some distance and—oh?
A soft thud. His towel hitting the floor.
He steps closer once more, bare skin against yours, and it's hot. He's hot. His skin is hot.
His body is all hard lines pressed up against your softer curves, and when his cock presses against your panties, you actually have to bite your lip to keep quiet.
You push back against him without thinking.
S̶l̶u̶t̶t̶y̶ Needy.
"You're driving me fucking crazy," he makes this sound you can't quite classify.
The raw want in his voice does things to you. But before you can even think of responding, his hand comes down on your ass again.
Hard.
The sound echoes through his room, and you can't help the moan that slips out.
(Anyone walking past his door would definitely hear that one.)
"Tell me you felt that," he demands.
"I felt it," you manage to get out between breaths. "I felt all of it."
Then his free hand wraps around your waist, fingers spreading wide like he's trying to conquer as much of your body as possible. He pulls you closer, and god—you can feel every inch of his cock pressed against you through the thin fabric of your panties.
The contrast between his rough skin and the smooth material is driving you insane.
"You want more?"
He's trying to sound teasing, but you can hear how affected he is. His voice is multiple octaves deeper than his usual 'whatever' tone.
"Yeah." Your voice comes out wrecked. "Don't stop."
He laughs—this low, dangerous sound that makes your toes curl. "God, I love how eager you are."
His hand comes down hard—harder than before—and the sound echoes through his room like a gunshot. You can't help the groan that rips from your throat. It's embarrassingly loud, but who cares at this point?
The sting burns hot across your skin, sharp and biting, sinking deeper until it melts into that aching pulse you can’t get enough of. You can feel exactly where his palm landed, the heat of it sinking deep into your flesh.
"Christ, you take it so well," he says, and his fingers dig into the spot he just spanked, pressure making you bite your lip. "I can see the shape of my hand on your ass, turning red. It's fucking sexy."
You're breathing like you just ran a marathon, each exhale coming out kind of whiny and desperate. Your brain’s mush. All you can register is his hands and the heat of him grinding against you.
"Jungkook, please." The way you say his name is straight-up pathetic, way too needy.
You push back against him, wanting to feel him without these stupid panties in the way.
His fingers trail down your spine, so slow it’s infuriating. They dance over the curve of your ass before playing with the edge of your underwear. When his fingers finally hook into the fabric, you freeze, chest tightening as he pulls the fabric aside.
Your face is pressed into his mattress, ass up in the air like some kind of offering. You should feel exposed, but something about it just feels right.
"You're already so wet for me..." You can hear the smirk in his voice. What an asshole. "How can I resist?"
But he does resist, the bastard.
His touch goes all gentle, fingers just barely exploring your folds like he's got all the time in the world. Like he's trying to memorize every little detail—how wet you are, how warm, the way you can't help but tremble.
He then makes this approving sound deep in his throat and you've had enough.
"Jungkook," you whine, dragging out his name like some kind of desperate prayer. "Stop teasing."
"But I want to watch you squirm," he says, and fuck—you can tell he means it.
He wants to see you fall apart, wants to watch you beg.
What a bitch.
His sadistic little game only gets worse when you complain. You can feel his finger right there, barely touching where you need him most, just collecting evidence of how embarrassingly wet you are. The anticipation is k̶i̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ driving you insane as he slides that finger up and down, parting you without actually giving you what you want. Using your own arousal to make the glide easier.
You try to push back against him, to get his finger inside you—anything. But his other hand is pressed firm against your lower back, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
"Jesus Christ, just fuck me already," you can't help but groan, frustrated.
But Jungkook—because he's a bastard—just keeps playing his little game.
"I'll fuck you when you're ready to break from wanting it so bad," he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
He loves it.
His finger circles your entrance, the touch so light it's actually torture. Every time he passes over that spot, you clench around nothing, desperate to feel him inside you.
When he finally pushes just the tip of his finger in, you actually sigh out loud—half relief, half frustration. Your whole body's shaking with how bad you need more, but he keeps holding back. Adding pressure so slowly it should be illegal, pushing in just to pull back out again.
He's drawing this out just because he can, the power-tripping dickhead.
The pressure builds just a tiny bit as he shows you the smallest amount of mercy, sliding that one finger in entirely so slow you think you might actually lose your mind.
It's not enough—nowhere near enough—and he knows it.
You want him to stop being so careful, to just take what you're offering.
Despite how frustrated you are (or maybe because of it), you can't help but smirk.
"What, you got no condoms this time either?"
The words come out all breathy between your gritted teeth—and honestly? Not your brightest idea, bringing up that particular memory from the tent.
The response is immediate—his hand comes down hard on your ass, sting spreading across your skin like wildfire.
"Aw, what the fuck—?"
You yelp, caught between the sharp pain and how embarrassingly turned on it makes you feel—like your body can't decide if it wants to flinch away or push back for more.
"You should know better than to sass me right now."
Then his hand is smoothing over the spot he just spanked, gentle in a way that feels almost worse than the hit itself.
"You're such an asshole," you tell him, but there's no real bite to it.
You both know you don't mean it, not when you're bent over his bed with his finger inside you.
"Mhm, but you fucking love it, don't you?"
He says it like it's just a fact. Like the sky is blue, water is wet, and you get off on him being a dick.
(The worst part is he's not wrong.)
You can't help but grown more impatient when you feel his ring finger press up against your entrance, right next to where his middle finger is already buried inside you. He pauses there, just letting you feel the pressure.
"For fuck's sake, just do it." Your voice cracks embarrassingly, giving away just how bad you want it.
He laughs, low and rough. "Patience, I want you to feel every single inch."
Can he die? Genuinely.
Then the pressure builds as he starts working his ring finger in alongside the other one. He's being so fucking methodical about it, pushing deeper into you at a pace that's making you lose your mind.
Every inch feels like it takes forever.
"You feel so fucking tight, you sure you can handle both?"
The teasing note in his voice makes you want to bite him. He already knows the answer, the smug bastard.
"I can take more than you can give," you get out between breaths, because fuck him.
And it's meant to be cocky, but it comes out sounding more desperate than anything.
"We'll see about that."
His fingers stop moving for a second—just long enough to make you whine—before he starts pushing in even slower. Like he's trying to make you feel every single movement, every stretch, every slide.
And at this point your body's on fucking fire. But can you be to blame, when he's been nothing but an infuriating tease?
Little pleading sounds keep escaping your throat without permission. You're practically chanting 'please's as you try to push back against his hand. But he's got you pinned, keeping that torturously slow pace.
"Fucking... jerk," you mutter—because he absolutely is.
"Yeah," he agrees. "I am."
When both his fingers finally—finally—bottom out inside you, you actually gasp. Your body clenches around them greedily, trying to get any kind of movement, and the grunt he lets out sounds s̶e̶x̶y̶ pleased.
"Tell me how much you want it."
It's not a request. His voice has that edge to it that makes it very clear.
"I want it more than my next breath." The words tumble out raw and honest.
"Good girl," he says, and even though it's rough around the edges, the praise makes you stutter.
His fingers curl inside you, making you moan embarrassingly loud. Then the bastard just... stops. Stays completely still, letting you feel exactly how deep his fingers are, how they're stretching you open.
You're actually going to lose your mind if he doesn't start moving soon. But you refuse to beg—you won't give him the satisfaction.
"I think listening to you beg is my new favorite sound," he says, like he can read your thoughts.
"Fuck off—" The words die in your throat when his fingers pull back just a tiny bit before pushing deep again, and yup, the sound that comes out of your mouth is straight-up pathetic.
"You're driving me insane," you tell him, trying to sound angry.
"That's the idea." He says, but it's all dark and pleased. "I want you out of your mind with need, so when I finally give you what you're begging for, you'll remember who put you there."
Fuck.
His fingers are still buried deep inside you, not moving, and you can feel every single knuckle. It's like a preview of what's coming later—a promise that this is just the start, and he's planning to take his sweet time getting there.
The seconds drag by like hours. You're stuck in this weird space between pleasure and frustration, where his fingers feel so good but it's n̶o̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ not nearly enough. The heat of his body against yours isn't helping either. Having him this close but not getting what you want is actually torture.
"Are you planning on moving anytime this century?"
And yeah. It sounds bitchy.
Exactly how you want it.
"In due time."
You can barely breathe right, desperation clawing at your throat. Then—oh—his finger brushes against your clit, so light you almost think you imagined it. Your hips jerk without permission, chasing that barely-there touch.
"Jungkook," you warn, half-growl, half-whine.
He chuckles. "No patience at all, huh?"
"Just fucking touch me already." The snark in your voice is falling apart, giving way to pure need.
"Ahh, I love it when you get all feisty."
You open your mouth to tell him exactly where he can shove that smugness, but then his finger is back on your clit.
Just ghosting over it, barely any pressure at all.
But your whole body lights up anyway, every nerve ending suddenly wide awake.
"This is torture," you accuse, though the breathiness in your voice kind of ruins the effect.
"Not torture. Appreciation." He hums. "I'm just enjoying all those pretty sounds you make. The way you shake. How desperate you get."
Bastard.
His finger starts moving in slow circles around your clit, adding just a tiny bit more pressure. It's enough to make your back arch, trying to get more friction, but it's n̶o̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ not nearly enough.
"Please," you whine, past caring how needy you sound. "Just—a little harder, please, Jungkook."
He gives you what you asked for—barely.
Just a fraction more pressure, but combined with his fingers still buried inside you, it's enough to make your body clench around him.
He's got you trapped between pleasure and frustration, keeping you right on that edge.
"This what you want?" he asks, mocking. "This pace good for you, hmm?"
You know exactly what he's doing—getting off on your impatience, on how desperate he can make you with just his fingers and that stubborn w̶i̶l̶l̶p̶o̶w̶e̶r̶ control of his.
The pressure on your clit keeps changing, going from barely-there touches that make you want to scream to just enough to have you chasing more.
"Jungkook, I fucking swear—"
The words die in your throat when his finger suddenly presses harder.
"What?" His voice drops even lower, hitting that dangerous note that usually means he's about to stop playing nice. "What exactly are you swearing?"
"That I'll rip your fucking hair out if you don't stop messing around." You have to grit your teeth to get the words out, trying to sound threatening even though you're literally shaking with need.
He laughs—this deep, dark sound that vibrates through you—and rewards your threat with a firm stroke that has heat coiling in your stomach.
"That's not very nice," he says, but he sounds more amused than anything. Like your empty threats are entertaining him.
His finger goes back to those slow, torturous circles around your clit. Each pass builds the pressure a little more, but it's never quite enough to get you there.
The most f̶u̶c̶k̶e̶d̶ messed up part? You're kind of into it.
This whole power play thing you've got going—how you push and he pulls, how you threaten and he teases.
It's addictive.
Because in truth, there is something powerful about knowing you can make Jeon Jungkook, Kkangpae's perfect soldier, want to hear you say his name.
Suddenly his whole rhythm changes.
No more of that torturously slow pace—his fingers start moving with actual purpose, curling inside you in a way that has your toes curling. Like he's finally done playing around and just wants to make you genuinely cum.
Hallelujah.
The sound that comes out of your mouth is straight-up filthy. You have to press your face into the mattress to muffle it, which only makes you more aware of how heavily you're breathing, each gasp basically fucking advertising how good his fingers feel.
"Come on, sunshine," he teases. "You don't have to be quiet. These walls are soundproof."
But you just press your face harder into the mattress.
It's become a matter of pride now—you refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing exactly what he's doing to you.
You're right there, so close you can taste it—
And then the fucker stops.
A pathetic whimper leaves your throat as you squirm beneath him, feeling weirdly empty. The loss of sensation has you actually wanting to cry.
When you turn your head to glare at him, he's got this insufferably satisfied look on his face.
He reaches over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer like he's got all the time in the world. The foil packet he holds up catches the light, and the victorious look he gives you makes you want to bite him.
"See, I do have condoms this time, you smart mouth." The smirk on his face should be illegal.
"Oh wow, look who's being a semi-functional adult for once." You narrow your eyes at him."Want a fucking gold star or something?"
He laughs whilst tearing the foil packet and for some reason, it is weirdly hot—how focused he looks while rolling the condom on.
"Maybe after this you'll want to give me one," he says, still sounding way too amused.
He settles back on his knees, raising an eyebrow at you like he's waiting for something. You huff, pretending to be all put out even though you're literally dying from how bad you want him. When you press your cheek against his cool sheets again, you make sure to arch your back just right.
You know exactly what that view does to him.
Feeling extra b̶r̶a̶t̶t̶y̶ bold, you wiggle your hips a little. Just a tiny movement, but it's basically saying 'come and get it' without words.
And bingo.
His hand comes down on your ass hard—but despite that, you feel weirdly victorious.
Then he's right there, lining himself up.
His tip brushes against your entrance, teasing to the point of madness, because at this point you just want him inside already.
You bite down on the sheets, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg again. But your body's giving you away anyway—the way you're trembling, how desperately you're trying to push back against him.
He takes his sweet time, just watching you. His eyes trail down your spine to where his handprints are probably turning your ass red.
After what feels like forever, he finally pushes in, one smooth stroke that rips the air from your lungs.
And it's impossible to muffle yourself; even with your face squashed against the mattress, when he bottoms out completely.
You feel every single inch of him, filling you up so completely it's genuinely insane. And he just stays there, buried deep inside you.
"So fucking tight," he growls, sound vibrating through you, making your toes curl.
Your body moves on its own, pushing back against him, desperate for more. You need him to move, need that relentless pace you know he can give you. But the bastard just holds you there, completely still, making you feel every single detail of how he's splitting you open.
His fingers dig into your hips—not hard enough to leave marks (yet), but firm enough to keep you exactly where he wants you. And the slight bite of pain just adds to the pleasure, kind of welcome honestly.
When he finally pulls back, you almost whine at the loss—but then he slams back in, hard and deep, and your brain melts. Everything gets kind of blurry after that.
Your skin feels like it's on fire everywhere he touches. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes through his room (thank god these walls are actually soundproof), getting louder with each thrust. His pace is brutal, punishing, but it's exactly what you've been dying for.
"That's it, take all of it."
And there's just this thing in how he says it—that has you pushing back against him like you're desperate for it.
(Maybe you are.)
Every thrust feels like getting hit by a natural disaster; like a fucking hurricane. It's hard to breathe, hard to think about anything except how he's driving you into the mattress.
He's fucking you like he's got something to prove, hips snapping forward so hard it's just obscene, has you clutching at his sheets like they're the only thing keeping you grounded.
Then his hand slides underneath you, looking for your clit. Like he knows exactly what you need without you voicing it out.
The second he finds it and starts rubbing circles against it, electricity zips through your whole body. It's almost too much, the dual sensation of his cock stretching you open and his fingers working your clit.
"Fuck, Jungkook," you moan, and you barely recognize your own voice. "Don't stop."
He lets out this grunt that gets lost in the sound of him pounding into you.
But he listens, thank god, keeping up that relentless pace with both his cock and his fingers.
It's not gentle. He's fucking you like he wants to break you, like he wants to hear every embarrassing sound he can wring out of your throat.
"Just like that, sunshine," he pants. "Fucking take it."
Each thrust builds something wild inside you, like being caught in the eye of a hurricane. The pressure coils tighter and tighter until you think you might actually lose your mind. Everything feels too much and not enough all at once.
Your senses go into overdrive—the obscene sound of skin hitting skin, the heavy scent of sex filling his room, the salt of sweat on your tongue. You're drowning in pleasure, and Jungkook's the one holding you under with his relentless pace.
Then it hits.
The orgasm crashes through you in waves, drawing these embarrassingly loud sounds from your throat—whimpers, growls, straight-up begging. Your body clamps down around his cock like it's trying to keep him there forever, fingers still working your clit through it all. Pleasure zips through every nerve ending until you can barely breathe.
"Jungkook—" His name rips from your throat when you come, sounding absolutely wrecked.
The pleasure is so intense it almost hurts.
He falters for just a second before picking the pace back up, fucking you through your orgasm until you're seeing stars. Each stroke sets off these little aftershocks that have you questioning your sanity. His groans get louder, deeper, mixing with the sounds you can't help but make.
Every thrust hits exactly where you need it, precise and commanding in that way only he can manage.
You can feel how tense he is, how close he is to losing it.
His breathing comes out all rough and uneven, matching the brutal pace of his thrusts. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave marks, using the grip to pull you back onto his cock like he can't get deep enough.
It's feral, is what it is— how he's moving now—like he's completely lost in it, chasing his own pleasure.
"Shit, I'm close," he groans against your neck, chest pressed tight against your back, skin burning everywhere you touch.
Then he goes rigid as it hits him.
You can feel every twitch of his cock, every pulse as he fills the condom.
He makes this plethora of sounds—deep, rough groans combined with some high pitched ones; all stripped away until he's just raw need and pleasure.
"Ah— fuck—"
Every curse that falls from his lips sounds snatched from him, desperate.
His hips stutter against yours, losing his rhythm as he rides it all out. His grip on your hips is tight enough to bruise, holding you still while he falls apart. Each thrust gets slower, like he's trying to make it last.
When he starts coming down from it, his hands go gentle where they were rough before.
He's still panting hard against your neck, little aftershocks making his cock twitch inside you. His heart's hammering so hard you can feel it against your back.
Jungkook collapses against your back, his legs apparently giving out after how hard he just came. His chest is slick with sweat where it presses against you, and his breath fans hot across your neck. He's still buried inside you, cock softening but still making you feel so full.
The sound he makes—this low, satisfied groan—is almost cute. Like a big cat after a good meal.
The afterglow starts to settle, leaving this heavy kind of quiet between you. Your breathing starts evening out, going from desperate gasping to something more normal.
You both just... stay there for a minute, too worn out to move.
Then he just... drops his full weight on you. Like his arms finally give out or something.
The heat of his body wraps around you completely, and maybe it'd be nice if he wasn't crushing your lungs.
His whole body is radiating exhaustion, and yeah—you get it. That was intense.
"Jeon, move... you're heavy," you grunt into his pillow.
Your voice comes out all rough from how loud you were being earlier.
"Give me a second," he mumbles against your skin, sounding just as wrecked as you feel. "You can't expect me to move after fucking you like that."
He sounds half-joking, half-serious, nuzzling into your neck like he's planning to just stay there forever.
You can't help but laugh at that. Something about seeing Kkangpae's perfect soldier brought down by an orgasm is kind of hilarious.
You shove at his side, trying to get him to budge.
He doesn't move an inch, the bastard.
Instead, he has the audacity to suggest something so wild it's weirdly very him.
"How 'bout we fall asleep just like this, me still inside you?" His voice comes out all lazy and satisfied.
You can tell he's half-joking, but there's this note in his voice that says he's actually considering it.
You reach back to smack him, caught between being annoyed and kind of endeared by how shameless he is.
"Fat chance, thundercloud," you tell him, but there's no real bite to it.
He laughs—this deep, warm sound that tells you he's smiling even though you can't see his face.
But you really can't breathe with him crushing you, so you push at him again, harder this time. "Seriously, off. You're heavy as fuck."
He makes this exaggerated groan like you're asking him to run a marathon or something, but finally rolls off you and onto his side.
His cock slips out (and fuck, that's a weird feeling), and then he sprawls out next to you, throwing one arm over his face as he catches his breath.
The sight of him like this—all tatted up and muscled, skin still kind of shiny with sweat—is doing things to your brain that you really don't want to examine too closely.
After a few more deep breaths, he sits up with this little sigh like moving is the worst thing ever. You watch him from the corner of your eye as he deals with the condom.
There's something almost gentle about how he handles it, which is kind of funny considering how rough he w being just a minute ago. He ties it off and tosses it in the trash with this practiced little flick that says he's definitely done this before.
"So, you wanna cuddle?" The teasing in his voice is obvious.
It's a callback to your conversation earlier, when you were both pretending this was just going to be sleeping.
"Seems like I'm not the one wanting to cuddle after all," you shoot back, matching his tone.
Jungkook gives you that smug little grin.
"Just doing some charity work," he says, voice all teasing and challenging, daring you to argue.
You can't help but scoff. The audacity of this man.
"Charity work? Please. If anyone's being charitable here, it's me."
He laughs—this deep, satisfied sound that fills his room. "Ha. Don't act like you didn't enjoy that just as much as I did."
Well. He's got you there, but you're not about to admit it out loud. Not when he's being this smug about it.
You tilt your head, feeling a crooked smile tug at your lips. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Guess we'll never know."
He shifts closer to you, and fuck—even after everything you just did, your body still reacts to his proximity.
"Maybe I need to fuck you again to find out," he says, voice dropping low enough to make heat pool in your stomach.
"Oh? You sure you can handle another round, tough guy?"
The smirk he gives you is absolutely criminal.
"Sunshine, I've got stamina for days." He says it like he's joking, but something tells you he's not exaggerating.
"For days, huh?" You raise an eyebrow. "Someone's confident."
"Because I know you," he says softly, words ghosting across your skin.
That makes you pause.
Know you?
He doesn't know you any more than you know him.
Sure, your bodies seem to speak the same language—the way you fit together, how you respond to each other's touch.
But that's all this is.
All it can be.
Nothing more complicated than pure physical attraction.
But you don't feel like getting into that right now. Not when you're both still riding the high of what just happened.
"Tempting," you say instead, drawing the word out. "But we've got a long night ahead, and I'd rather spend it actually sleeping."
He narrows his eyes at you, looking way too pleased with himself.
"My bed seems to be the only place you're actually honest," he says, and how does he always have a comeback ready?
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Was that supposed to be a compliment, Jeon? Getting soft on me already?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," he says, putting on this fake serious face. "Can't have you thinking I actually enjoy your company or something."
"Oh, please. Soft is literally the last word I'd use to describe you." You can't help but smirk at the double meaning.
A yawn catches you off guard—not because you're tired (okay, maybe a little), but because you're actually kind of... comfortable?
Weird.
"Anyway, time for sleep. That's what we said we'd do, remember?
He literally snorts. "Sleep? After what we just did? You're fucking with me."
"Not anymore, I'm not," you shoot back, and the look on his face is actually priceless.
"Come on," he tries again. "Round two? I promise it'll be worth staying up for."
But you're already settling into his stupidly comfortable bed. "Nope. Some of us need actual sleep, thundercloud."
"Fine," he sighs, all dramatic about it. "But just so we're clear—this isn't me giving up. It's a tactical retreat."
You actually snort at that. "A tactical retreat? Is that what we're calling it?"
"Yeah, well." He pulls the covers up, finally accepting defeat. "Pushy ain't sexy."
You both settle comfortably in the quietness of his room.
And you can't help but ponder.
It's weird how easy this feels—being here with him, joking around after what you just did.
Like you're not just teammates or gang members or even fuck buddies.
That thought's definitely more scary than it should be.

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kellen goff (voice of glamrock freddy, the daycare attendant/sun/moon and funtime freddy) has spoken out on twitter re: ai replicas of his voice. if you continue to produce or consume ai reproductions of his work, you are not only explicitly violating his boundaries, but you are contributing to a culture that will make it more difficult for him to continue to gain sustainable work in the future. now that he's made them known, let's please respect his wishes regarding the matter.
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I do not consent to any AI reproduction of my voice. I respectfully ask any who provide AI TTS services to delete the voices of those who didn't consent. Will that stop anyone? Hell no. Why would it? It's not illegal. It should be, but it's not. Hopefully someday, but not yet. People are a-ok violating others. They'll justify it any way they can. We've seen it time and time again, and we've seen that again today. I'm so sorry, Erica. You did not deserve the onslaught that came from setting up a boundary. Maybe one day, we'll get legislation on it. Maybe not. In the meantime, let me make this clear: If you use AI text to speech that originated from a VA that never consented to it, my opinion of you will lower significantly. If that doesn't matter to you, oh well. Can't stop you. But if you respect what we do and how hard we had and have to work to get here and keep it going, please reconsider. It really makes us uncomfortable, and encourages companies to devalue what we do more and more. Look at Secret Invasion. It's already happening. You can say no. I already see Glamrock Freddy covers of songs on YouTube and TikTok. You may think it's harmless fun, but in the long run, you're going to see more and more VAs disappear. If that's your goal, well done. You found the way. If it isn't, I encourage you to help us push against it. Anyway, that's my word on it. I tried to state it respectfully as I could. I'm a firm believer in treating others the way you want to be treated. We'll see how many hold that same principle I guess.
#fnaf#daycare attendant#glamrock freddy#five nights at freddy's#fnaf sb#speaking!#(hope i did the alt text right!)#but yeah don't do this shit#ESPECIALLLLYYYY for h/orny shit#vas are real people with real jobs and real identities#not objects in your fantasies#there is a word for forcing people into s/exual situations they did not consent to!#and you're not gonna like what it is!
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How they react to you having them as your wallpaper
Feat. Atsumu, Bokuto & Oikawa
Atsumu
You were taking a shower when in Atsumu’s apartment when you phone started ringing. He didn’t want to answer it, he wasn’t that sure if you were okay with him just using it.
He heard the shower turn off, so he went to the door of the bathroom.
“Oi! Angel! Yer phone is ringing!” he calls you
“Really? Who is it?!” you scream back
“It says… Ken…Kenma!”
“Can you answer it and tell him I’ll call him back?”
“You want me to answer him?” He asks, lots of emotions coming up. Who was Kenma? What did he want? Why does it feel wrong to answer it? There were so many things in his head that the call ended before he could even think of answer it “Ehh… angel? The call is over”
“Well, can you send him a text ? The password is 3476” you say simply.
He doesn’t really know what is taking you so long for you to come out, but the fact that you gave him your password make him feel so special. When he unlocks your phone he immediately sees your wallpaper. An image of him when he was half asleep, cheek squeezing the pillow with a half smile. He froze in place, blush creeping into his face and ears.
“Did you… something interesting in my phone?” you smirk coming out of the bathroom
“Ehh… N-no, I just…”
“You like my wallpaper? That’s one of the cutest photos I have of you”
“Photos? Ya have more?!” you nod your head while chuckling “Jezz, yer’re worse than Suna… let me delete some”
“What? No!” you snatch your phone back “you loved taking photos, why would you want to delete mine?”
“Because I don’t look good in them”
“I won’t let you!” you move away as far as you could
“Ya know, yer’re just in a towel, ya can’t really run away from me” he smirks at you, now you turn to be blushing.
He’s not letting you know yet that his wallpaper is a photo of you sleeping in his chest.
Bokuto
The lack of messages from your boyfriend confuses you. You were out running some errands at around the time he should be at home, in normal occasions he would send a bunch of messages calling for you, being the clingy lovable boyfriend he is. But this time there was nothing.
Everything is a mess when you arrived home. Couch moved, drawers open, pillows on the floor and a Bokuto looking under the arm chair.
“What are you doing?” you ask him, making him jump and hit his head.
“Ouch!” he exclaims before looking at you with sad eyes “Babyyy, I lost my phone”
“You lost it? What were you doing?” you say before kissing his pouty lips, you knew that if you didn’t he would pout even more
“I don’t know, I had it when I enter but when I threw my stuff on the couch it disappeared”
“Babe, how did you managed to do that” you chuckle “here, call your phone. I’m going to prepare dinner”
With that you pass him your phone and leave the room. He stays sitting in the floor with a dumbfounded look; yes, he knew your password, but he has never actually seen your phone outside of what you show him. He never felt the need to.
It take him a few seconds to realize that he is staring at himself when he unlocks your phone, but when he does he has a big grin on his face. Specially seeing the photo that you chose. It was him in his MSBY uniform, when he was wiping away the sweat in his forehead with the t-shirt showing his abs. He has seen the photo many times, it went viral on twitter, but seeing it in your phone made him a warm feeling.
“Found it?” you lay on his back in a lazy hug, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Not yet, I was just… watching your wallpaper”
“It’s really hot isn’t it? One of your fansites took it and tagged me on it”
“I love you!” he cuts you hugging you tightly, leaving kisses all over your face “Let’s go take some new photos for our phones!”
Oikawa
You were laying in Oikawa’s chest, your back to his chest while watching one of his matches in preparation for a tournament. He had his chin on your shoulder, eyes completely focused in the screen of his phone while occasionally pressing kisses in your skin.
While the players were changing sides is when he unfreezes himself, and it’s when his eyes decide to trace your form. Your face was enlightened by his phone’s light, hair in some messy braids, and your hoodie, hoodie that you wore when he took you back to Japan a few weeks ago. Which remind him of something
“Love, did you send me the photos that we took in Miyagi?” He asked poking your side, making you making you flinch slightly
“Eh? No, I forgot! Stop laughing!”
“Sorry, sorry, you just looked so cute” says squishing your cheeks
“Shut up or I’m not going to send you the photos” he quickly stays put at the thread; no matter how cute he finds you, he knows that your threats can hurt him “Good, I’ll send them right now”
He watches you while you take your phone out and unlock it, his eyes widen slightly at your wallpaper before a smirk found its way.
It was a photo that you made Iwaizumi take when you went to Japan, in the Date Masamune Culture museum. He was dressed in a samurai armor and you were wearing a simple kimono, laughing at how he looked alongside his old teammates. He remembers how hesitant he was at wearing that big armor, especially knowing that his friends were going to tease him by calling him a foreigner, but he had set his mind to make your first trip there as memorable as possible.
“Oh, so you put one of the photos as your wallpaper but forget to send them to me, huh? Me? Your wonderful boyfriend?”
“Oh god. I said I was sorry!”
“I made a joke of myself there for you just so you forget it” he says dramatically, making you roll your eyes.
“I love the photo, so thank you for acting like an idiot”
“Hey!” he laughs out before pecking your lips “Well, at least my idiocy makes you happy”
“You make me happy” you say without much care, you didn’t know how much those simple words meant to him “There, I send them now”
“Thanks love” He hugs you tightly, all signs of teasing disappearing. He once thought that living in another country would make him feel homesick, and while he does sometimes, he found you, his new home. Of course, he still enjoys going back to Japan, but now he rather go with you by his side “Let’s take more when we go back”
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The people want to know more about PoonFluke! Would you care to give us a run-down on why you believe they are not so secretly dating? I imagine you have more receipts saved than I do and I feel like I should defer to the expert 🙇♀️
Listen.
Poon Mitpakdee and Fluke Nattanon might just be besties. The best of besties. Who are together all the time, but for some reason don’t acknowledge major life events for each other, despite doing it for others?
Now, before I begin this long ass post, just know that I generally try to follow the rule that only the info they make public through their social media and at public events is game to share, so all that I’ve gathered is from their social media and two ghost shippers on TikTok who kept track and compiled some of their posts since early on. And I haven’t ever stumbled across much PoonFluke content that didn’t follow those guidelines anyways.
Without further ado, here are some facts for people to decide for themselves.
THE START
Poon and Fluke were both announced as official GMMTV artists at the 2024 preview event “Up and Above” in October, 2023. They’re not photographed at the event together nor do they have posts up with each other on their timelines on any social media before that. There’s a comment on a Reddit post about them that says they’re “university mates” but they attended different faculties under different schools. As you’ll see by the absence of existing content pre-gmmtv era, if they did know each other before, they either never posted about it or have since deleted those posts.
Their first post on either of their timelines tagged together comes out on Poon’s TikTok on December 12th, 2023:
He posted the 3 failed attempts at this tiktok challenge, as well (which he hasn’t done for any other of his posts) and you can see a friend with them, who to my eyes appears to be Poon’s lawyer friend with the most beautiful eyebrows who’s handle is anpantann on insta. Apparently there were more vids and angles of PoonFluke’s attempts at this challenge posted previously, since the lone ghostshipper made a compilation.
They also post together with anpantann on twitter for the first time that December after having interactions that began in November. Their first post on insta together happens that December, too, with Fluke posting on the 3rd a pic of his food with Poon in the background with his face blocked (but the hat is recognizable if u follow Poon).

HOWEVER
In November, 2023 Fluke attended Poon’s graduation, brought him a teddy bear gift (if you’re into the deep PoonFluke lore you’ll want to remember that detail), and took pics with him one-on-one. It was an open event that Poon invited all his fans to. Joong came, too, for example, and did a TikTok vid that Poon has posted on his timeline, yet neither Poon nor Fluke have their meet-up from the day posted on their socials?

I mention the teddy bear because another tiktok user compiled an…interesting use of the teddy bear emoji in their posts around this time, and you’ll notice a solo birthday shoot from Fluke in September, 2023 where he has a teddy bear cake, contrasting with his birthday friend event from a few days before. There are also so bear socks and bear shirts that weave their way through their photos. But like, teddy bears are everywhere and Thailand’s biggest celebrity mascot is a teddy bear, so I take that all with a grain of salt.
A more compelling parallel is Poon and Fluke’s posts on August 27th and 28th, 2023 respectively. Poon posts himself holding a bouquet at night while he does his lovestruck stagger and Fluke posts himself wandering the booths at a temple fair on what appears to be a date (based on the vibe and soundtrack). Could be a coincidence 🤷🏻♀️


How They’re Doing Now
Poon and Fluke are together all the time. That’s facts. They’re often together and posting it. They’re often together and not posting about it. They’re together enough that Marc looks to a blushing Poon as he clarifies which Fluke at GMMTV he’s naming in a We Are promotional tour game. It’s about at 2:10 in this vid. Thank you @fuck-i-like-too-much-stuff for bringing this up!
They do lil’ comedy tiktoks and dance challenges together. They do livestreams at 1am together. They go on late night walks together. They hang out with friends together. They support each others work on their socials. Fluke and Ford brought Poon a cake on his birthday while he was on the set of Sweet Tooth Good Dentist.
They often have meal dates with friends, and seem to come as a pair, like their dinner date with professional third-wheeler Joong or their most recent dinner with Fluke Jeeratch which they posted on their stories (no link at this time. Sorry).

They aren’t posting pics of eating meals alone together as often, but Ford exposed them jokingly for sending him pics of their dessert when they were out to eat together without him.
They’ve been tight with Ford as well as Aungpao since they started at GMMTV, and you’ll often see one of them each post a picture with one member of that crew on the same day but not post each other there, which is…curious. You’ll notice them doing this with their friend groups outside of gmmtv, too.
And now you might’ve noticed we’re getting into the territory that’s beyond what we get to see on their feeds. I personally think there’s some truth to what Krist said in a live recently about the real couples standing far apart in pics, although I’m pretty sure he was just referring to the ridiculous fan-made mathematical angle meme of Sky-Nani at the all-staff GMMTV meeting, and even then we have to exclude some codependents and married couples as statistical anomalies.
Once you start looking at Poon and Fluke in their group outing pics in the past year, you’ll always find one or two people between them, which is strange considering they don’t seem to hide that their spending all their time together otherwise. They also sometimes do the virtual form of standing on the other side of the room by going to the same location but taking pics alone and posting said pics on separate days, one instance of which, as @doublel27 my coconspirator in observing all of this pointed out to me, happened literally WHILE I was writing this up! Look through for yourself if ur really invested and lmk instances you notice cuz I really can’t be bothered to actually go back and forth, I just catch it every once in a while since I’ve been following them. Some are obvious, but I’m also of the persuasion that the location for their Valentine’s Day posts looks like the same location with different enough areas as to not be clocked.

Other times they are hanging together and post it in their story but don’t tag each other. The nature of those story posts—often not showing the other person’s face and more spontaneous—remind me of some infamous EarthMix events where Earth gets caught through sneezes or feet in the hanging in the background of the frame hanging out Mix’s place during live zoom interviews. It’s the lack of intention that shines for me in an industry built on intentional fanservice. My personal favorite instance of PoonFluke’s untagged photos is one of the few stories that I saved myself. I’m not a receipt collector, just an observer, but Fluke posting a pic of someone holding their phone with their feet made me instantly think of Poon’s zaniness. Lo and behold, if you check the ring on the finger, it matches both the finger and the only ring, a claddagh ring (an Irish ring symbolizing love, loyalty, and friendship), Poon seems to wear.

That post arrived a few weeks after a period of relative radio silence between them on socials in January and February this year while Poon was promoting his film “Happy Mondays,” which makes me question the contracted regulations for the actors’ socials during the promotion. Fluke also didn’t post any congrats or photos about the film’s premiere, but Joong, their mutual friends, and fans at the event recorded that Fluke was there and even brought the orange flower garland for Poon, which Poon reposted in his photoset of the premiere. The FlukePoon pieces are buried beneath selfies with no one-on-ones, and you can catch Fluke adjusting the garland in multiple shots of the vid compilation. I just find it weird to be so obviously close but then not acknowledge it during the big life events 🤷🏻♀️

Like, Fluke also graduated during this period, and Poon um… never acknowledged it? nor do we have any pics of Poon at the open fan event for it? Then the day after the premiere and presumably the end of the promotional tour, they post a tiktok together. And it just seems a little sus to me??
I think probably the weirdest fact is that Fluke apparently has a Poon bobble head on the dash of his car? This vid was posted on twitter in September, 2024. As far as the caption, there’s been an ongoing joke of Fluke teasingly calling Poon uncle when he doesn’t show, apparently??? and Poon also has an alternate ego that’s an aunt as well that only Fluke knows about?)
Weirder still is that Poon came back to comment on the bobble head post 7 months after it was originally posted?? He wrote, “The mountain is finished” seemingly to comment on Fluke’s graduation from college—WHICH MAKES IT THE ONLY ACKNOWLEDGEMENT POON MAKES PUBLICLY ABOUT FLUKE’S GRADUATION, AND IT’S THREE MONTHS AFTER HE GRADUATED????
Again, they could be besties who keep certain parts of their friendship private, or besties who are so close they just don’t even think to share their time together or their big achievements. Who am I to say?
I just like them as actors. I’m happy for them if they’re happy, whether their dating or not, whether their in CPs with others or each other. I’m here for a group of happiness and chaos and not a group of drama as Tay says. Personally, the signs point to dating for me, but I’m happy to stand corrected if I see they’re not pointing in that direction.
You might’ve noticed that I don’t discuss any skinship evidence, and that’s because I honestly don’t think many fans have a great eye for what constitutes the kind of touching that couples actually do because they just want to see heat. But I think boys should be able to touch boys affectionately without us getting weird about it. Meanwhile, I’m here screaming into my pillow for gestures of domestic familiarity and playful bickering.
PoonFluke just don’t have a lot of examples of touch that they’re sharing online or doing at public events. But I’ll leave everyone off with the one example we have from February in 2024, and you can let your nasty little shipper hearts (affectionate) go wild as long as you’re not hateful about it.
#PoonFluke#poon mitpakdee#fluke nattanon#gmmtv#Thai bl#bl actors#long post#i have to imagine that the reason this isn’t an established ghost ship is…#1. they haven’t achieved the needed level of fame yet for fans to be weird#2. they’re both cast in uke roles#3. the fans who get weird about these things don’t have a good eye for queer relationships outside of the established bl pairing dynamics#or maybe I’m wrong. I’ve been wrong about a lot of things in life lol#(but my gaydar so far has been consistent)
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