#it feels whiny lmaoo

[voidbeau]

I've been thinking about this a lot and have ranted to a friend to varying degrees about it every once in a while since early this year.

On one hand, I don't want to sound ungrateful when I talk about this, but...

I feel like being in a fandom has ruined me.

Or to put it better, I've let it ruin me.

And to clarify, I don't blame individuals of a fandom.

Nor do I really blame the idea of fandom itself the more I think about it.

It is most definitely a me thing, but being in a fandon has definitely helped to shed some light on some upsetting things about my brain.

Being in an environment where you get to share ideas and art about your favorite media- Something that's supposed to be for fun and to find community with others who share your interest!

For me, it's been a huge motivator for getting back into my art- which I believe I've mentioned before.

Up until the twomp Fandom, I've had lots of difficulties staying inspired and motivated to keep doing art regardless of how much I wanted to do it.

So finding a reason to do it again has been great!

I've been able to make pretty good improvements in my art abilities which is really nice!

But on the other end of things, I've lost the ability to just appreciate things the way I could if I was just an outsider looking in?

And I hate it because for whatever reason, my anxiety looks at fandom art as competition rather than something a fellow [insert interest] enjoyer put out for me to enjoy along with the rest of fandom.

I hate that mindset so much.

I don't want fandom to be a competition.

I don't think fandom should be a competition.

Inspiration to improve is one thing, but there's something very wrong if you're feeling a sense of threat in some way??? Like hello??? Are you okay???

It's ridiculous!

But anxiety likes to tell me I need to constantly be creating and making sure it's "original" or "unique" or else my value as a "creator" is worth nothing.

Which, again, is also ridiculous, because I'm not out here trying to "become something", I just want to have fun sharing my dumbass AUs and headcannons cause I want to have fun with the characters and the world I fell in love with!

But it doesn't stop the rancid pattern of thinking.

No matter how many breaks I take, I can come back feeling refreshed but the grasping hands of anxiety and shaky self worth tell me I need to constantly be working to maintain a semblance of value.

I need to work to "keep my place".

And that's dumb.

A fandom is a little neighborhood where everyone has their own little house and their own little garden tucked safely behind their own little white picket fence.

We're not being lined up and graded like slabs of beef.

I'm so tired man. I just want to have fun, but as time goes on I feel like the only solution to this issue is to leave the Fandom environment entirely.

Like No Face from Spirited Away.

But if I lose the "pressure" of needing to create art than I'm scared i'll fall back into not being able to create at all again.

I dont want to lose what I feel like I only just got back.

🫠

It feels super embarrassing to be struggling with these kinds of thoughts personally.

Cause it's like, "bro, who tf you think you are???"

There's so much of it that feels self centered, like it's all about me.

I need to be the best, I need to have coolest art and the best ideas!!!

I don't think that at all, granted. But it feels that way sometimes.

I don't like the idea of comparing myself to others. I don't think anyone should be doing that.

Comparison is the joy killer!!!

I much prefer the variety that a fandom brings to the table.

Each individual with an individual take on a world and its characters.

Everyone is so creative it's really Cool!!

I think it's fun to read and to see people bring that to life!

But I can't fully enjoy it like I want to cause the thoughts always be like,

"Why can't you be like that, huh?

You could be doing something with your time right now, you could be working in that idea you were thinking of.

You could be finishing that drawing you started.

What about that other thing you said you were going to do, huh?"

And if I get working on something, it's still not good enough,

"No! Not like that! Your art style is DISGUSTING. Throw that one away!

No No, any readers who stumble on this will never enjoy this. It's awkward and stilted.

Take it again or leave it!"

Like bro please, give a bug a break. I'm trying. 😰

[braisedhoney]

horrific alternate version of my narry variation who looks similar but is that creepy kind of nice. like super calm, serene, calls people "my dear" but not romantically. is suave-ish but something about it feels intrinsically off. not bc it's an ego thing he revels in—that's og narry exclusive—but bc genuinely nothing ever phases that guy. it is not rooted in insecurity or false bravado, he is in control. the version that the narrator wants to be, what he wants other people to think he is, not knowing that the other guy lacks the very part of him that makes him distinct and alive. and y'know. generally likable despite his grumpiness. absent of the complex but still afflicted and afflicting the horrors.

... scary. *hits with narry's new cane* give back my normal old man.

[thelionheartedo3]

my friend got me a heated shoulder massager and I am in LOVE

[hyukascampfire]

𝓜ILK WITH YOUR COOKIES? ､. c.sb

too excited to sleep on christmas night, the last thing you might've expected was to find a very tall, very handsome man with arms full of gifts broken into your home. also, for him to claim himself to be santa claus. ࣪˒ ࿔

゛◞͈ ⧼ 🧦 ⧽ ･ 5.8k

𝓹airings ˒ santa!soobin x reader

𝑔 ; smut

𝔀arnings ˒ general smut, cum eating, breast worship, mentions of titty fucking, soobin watches reader play with themselves without their knowledge, fem!reader, cumming on belly, whiny soobin kinda, soobin is... well, santa, possessiveness, usage of the word whore

✎୭ ashlynn's note guys. please promise me you won't imagine an old man when you read this. LMAOO. this is the first day of the event! tell me how you guys feel abt it :3

﹙⋞ ﹚... back to the 𝓂asterlist

All wrapped up in the covers, you try to close your eyes and just let it happen. You really do. The mattress beneath you is soft and embraces you with warm, oh-so-welcoming arms, and the fireplace crackles from the living room. You’d left the door cracked, only a little bit, just so that the sounds might lull you to sleep. 

Despite all the efforts you’d put into a perfectly cozy, perfectly sleepy, night, your mind wanders each time you let your lashes fall to your cheeks. You try and soothe it over with fuzzy visions of waking up in the morning to the world outside your window dusted white and your tree, all alight and sparkling, made full with gifts wrapped in swirling red paper.

Well, if you were sleepy before, you’d lost it now. 

Perhaps you’re far too excited for Christmas. Especially for your age—a full grown woman too giddy to sleep on Christmas eve? It’s ridiculous. But those warm, flickering memories of Christmas mornings with your family are close to your heart. Bounding down the stairs on bare feet to go stick them by the fireplace to defrost, pulling woolen, knitted stockings off the mantle when your parents told you to check for coal, and then after it all, finally sitting crisscrossed around the tree. The smell of whatever spiced thing your mother would be warming over the fire and the sharpness of the pine needles—you think that there is nothing better. It was such a simple time. 

You push yourself up off the bed, hair mussed with relentless tossing and turning. Slipping out from the covers, you don’t even bother fixing it. The wood flooring creaks beneath your weight. Through your woolen stockings, the ones you’d pulled on just before bed so that you might stay toasty should the fire die out, it greets you nice and pleasantly warmed. 

Down the hallway you shuffle, smoothing over your cotton sleep dress and tugging your fingers through tangles of hair. Three hours; three hours you’d been curled up in your bed, alternating between inspecting your ceiling and walls as if you’d never seen them before and trying to think sleepy thoughts. You can really only handle so much of that. 

Starting in the afternoon, as soon as the sun began yawning and blinking bleary eyes to give way to the moon, you had worked dutifully on whipping up some Christmas desserts. Baking platterfuls of warm goodies was something your mother did for your family every Christmas eve. Bowl in hand, and wafts of gingerbread and fruit cakes twirling sweet and warm up to your nose, those memories were all you could think of. Your heart aches in your chest. This day doesn’t feel the same celebrating by yourself. You’d hung garlands down from doorframes and done such a beautiful job on the tree, but you’d done it all. Alone. You’d done all your baking alone, too. 

So, though you don’t have the faces of family around, not even a boyfriend, to eat them with... You’ll eat tbe excess alone. You’d always been the type to go all tired with a full belly, anyway. Maybe it’ll help you get to sleep. 

The counters are a beautiful spread of your day’s work. Cinnamon cakes made even sweeter with a warm, sugary drizzling, fruitcakes of raisin and dates, glazed fruits all fat and ready to make your fingers sticky as you enjoy them, all on silver filigree platters. Beside it all, you place your candle, the lengths of it decorated with rivulets of wax melted down and then gone solid once more. You sift between them, fingers itching for something hearty. 

From behind you, there’s a shuffling. It’s slight. Firewood burnt down to nothing shifting and falling, most likely. You peruse the platters—the glimmering, glazed nuts, or mahogany cakes? You almost decide, but, with another rustle, you cannot pretend it was nothing this time. You turn on your heel. 

There, in your living room, stands a man.  

A very tall, very frozen man. With features soft, he looks as though the warmth and coldness of Christmas personified both. Wide, brown eyes return a look very similar to what you assume yours might be. In his hands, he holds a box wrapped in papers—one that looks as though it would belong so well beneath your tree. 

Frozen way down to your bone, you don’t really know what to do. Do you scream? Would the family in the home across from yours hear you? As a young, unwedded woman, and their neighbor, you think they might help you. They’d always seemed to like you well enough. How’d he even find his way into your home anyway? You don’t leave doors unlocked. 

For a few more long moments, the two of you stare at each other. Strangely, he seems just as rattled as you.

“Who are you?” you say, voice wavered in just the way someone’s might if they found an unknown man in their home. He doesn’t look scary. Not by a long shot. With warm eyes of hot chocolate and hair the fluffy brown of any girl’s dreams, he does not look scary at all. You might even say he looks delicious. 

The stranger opens his mouth and closes it a few times. When he finally goes to speak, in a rounded cheek you spy the twitching of a dimple. It’s soft in his face, just like the rest of him. His ears burn red. “You’re not supposed to be awake,” he says, a waterfall of nervous laughs falling out along with it. 

You, just as frozen as you’d been when you’d first turned around to find him there, frown. Not supposed to be awake? What is that even supposed to mean? You tug at the hem of your night dress. You’d pulled it on thinking that nobody would see you in it, and especially not a man. An intruding man, at that. It’s thin and comfortable, falling at a spot on your thigh that’s good for movement, but not for wearing in front of a strange man. Definitely not. 

“What do you mean?” you say, stricken in place. As much as your heart beats like a wild, caught animal in your chest, sending liquid energy right through your veins, you cannot move. It’s no different from the deer that, instead of darting between the trees to escape a pouncing predator, sits utterly still hoping that maybe they’ll go unnoticed. But this is not the wild, and that does not work here. You probably look more like you’re a blinking, stupid mess than anything. You say, “Get out of my house, or I am going to scream. Get out.” 

Who wants to deal with this on Christmas eve night? Somebody breaking into your home, hoping to get lucky with the presents littered under the tree? Of all the evil things, that might just be the worst. You could not imagine rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and scurrying over to the tree, just to find it utterly bare. 

He laughs again, waving a hand in the air fast and nervous. “I—don’t worry! I’m not going to hurt you! I just... uh, well, you see...” His words twist and tumble over each other, each racing to come out before the next. “This... usually doesn’t happen, and... Nobody ever wakes up,” he says. “You’ll forget about this in a moment.” 

You look him up and down. The Christmas-red suit, all suede and heavy, the heavy black boots, the cuffs of white tufted fur—you’re not stupid. Maybe shaken, but not stupid. Taking a step back, you say him with measured words, “What are you, some kind of freak that breaks in to people’s homes on Christmas to pretend you’re Santa, or something? A thief?”

Over his soft eyes, his brows shoot up. Still holding the present, he steps toward you with his free hand up to show he means no harm. “No—no, really, you don’t need to be scared. I’m... okay, you might know me as something different, but my name is Soobin. I’m just supposed to be dropping these gifts off, and I’ll be on my way. You won’t even remember you saw me.” 

And, there he goes again, saying that you’ll forget you saw him. Whatever that means. You might be alarmed by his words, and really, you ought to be. But you feel more intrigued than anything. He’s got kind, playful eyes. Maybe the kind that are meant to disarm you before stealing from right under your nose, though.  

What really gets you is that he thinks you might know him. By some other name, or whatever. You’ve never seen him, or another face like him, anywhere in or around your village. The people here do not look like that. Their faces are marred by a life spent working for their upkeep, hands flecked with the weight of their professions. This man? He looks as though he’s never lived a hard day in his life. No wrinkle or scarring—his face is beautifully smooth. You’d know any face, you know everybody here. And you do not know him. 

“I don’t think I believe you,” you say. “And, won’t remember? What’s that supposed to mean?” You hover somewhere between the kitchen and the tree, all lit up with flickering candles.

He closes his eyes, a resigned puff of a laugh falling from his mouth. Soobin shakes his head as he tells you, “Guess it doesn’t matter if I tell you. I’m Santa. Claus. Santa Claus. That’s what you’d know me by.” He pushes his brown, horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. “I don’t get caught. Usually. I don’t know why you were still awake.” Hot cocoa strands of brown hair dust just about his eyes as he takes your form in. 

Right from your chest, a scoff like a laugh comes tumbling. Santa Claus. Seriously, this guy is weird. And, he’s in your home. However he’d gotten in. Shuffling back a few steps for good measure, you say, “Santa Claus. You’re Santa Claus.” 

Brows knitted, he nods his head. As if it were obvious that he was Santa Claus. 

Yeah, okay.

It’s ridiculous. So ridiculous that you have to laugh again, full-chested and in his face this time. “If you don’t leave my home, I’m...” You trail off. You’re not sure what you’ll do this time, but you’ll do something. Maybe laugh a little more at him. 

His eyes drink your form in once more, lingering over the softer parts for a few long moments. Your chest, to be more specific, where you’re sure your nipples peek through where your dress moves over it. When his eyes snap back up to your face, he says, “There’s no need for that. Would you like proof?” 

You arch an inviting brow at him. You’d like to see him try to give you any sort of proof that he’s Santa Claus. That might just be entertaining.

“Well,” he says, setting a present down beside the tree. “If it’s down to that, I know that earlier this year, you and that boy slipped into the barn when you thought nobody was looking. But of course, I knew. That was the first naughty tick you gave yourself this year.” 

Stood only perhaps a step or two ahead of you now, you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze. Slowly, talking to him, you’d started loosening up. But now, you go all rigid again, your face paling. There’s absolutely no way he’d know that—considering the fact that you’d not seen him before this very moment, and that you had done a very thorough scan of the area at the time. You go to answer him, but he’s quick to continue. 

“Are those cookies set out for me?” he says, tilting his head up in a pointing gesture. “If you’re such a believer, why do you not believe that I am him?” 

There a number of thoughts and curiosities clogging rational thought in your mind. This time, instead of brushing him off with a patronizing, sneering laugh, you say, “Well. I... They weren’t... for you. I don’t believe in Santa.” 

“You don’t?” he says, brows furrowed as he looks down at you. “Not even as he stands right in front of you? Tell me: how would I know that you touch yourself in the middle of the night, when you think nobody might know, and you’re in your bed all alone? How would I know exactly how you sound while you do?”  

A strange, strangling fog curls over your thoughts and renders them gone. You don’t even know what you would say to that. Maybe he could just say that about anybody, and it might be true, but the conviction and truth hanging heavy in his gaze as he looks at you with it... You think he means it. You don’t know what that makes you—stupid, or so incredibly screwed.  

The counter at your back gives your heart a startle. Suddenly, you’ve got nowhere to escape his serious eyes. “I don’t... I didn’t...” 

His smile goes taunting. “No cookies, and lying...” he hums. “I don’t think this is the best way to behave when I’m here, dropping off your presents. I even made exceptions this year, just so I could stop by here. I don’t stop for naughty listers.” 

Your face burns. Your skin burns, under that look he’s giving you. The space between you burns, too.  

“I don’t think I was bad,” you say. It’s out before you can really even rationalize it, or any of this. All you can contend with are the furious, fiery butterflies that twist your belly up into knots. The ebbing of something consumptive and hungry between your thighs should concern you, too.  

His big, warm hands find perch on your hips. There’s not much between his touch and your skin—just your flimsy little dress. It feels just as though if he were kneading the bare flesh there, fingers digging crescents into the soft fat. Your breath does a few skips. He smells sweet like spiced musk.

“I think you know perfectly how naughty you were,” Soobin says, his face shedding every last bit of lightheartedness in exchange for something ravenous. His eyes fall on your mouth for just a blink, and then he’s looking right into you. Challenging. 

“Oh, please,” you say, pinching your brows into something falsely sweet and innocent. “I don’t think I do. Won’t you tell me, Santa?” You let the last part, his supposed title, twist out like accustion. Whether he’s Santa or not, you don’t care. Your blood whispers and begs for those hands to venture further in, right to the gnawing want that’s come alive deep in your core. It’s insane, you know that. Still, you follow its pleading.

For a short, lucid moment, his face twitches. And then he’s got your ass in his hands, swallowing it up in needy grabs, and then the cool surface of the counter is biting into the heat of your skin, and then his mouth falls over yours like the most fiery, most carnal Christmas gift. 

He eats up your gasps. His mouth is sure, but his hands are frantic and unmeasured all over you. Feeling up the lengths of your sides, sliding up the smooth of your back, cupping the back of your neck to pull you into licks and bites harder. His hands find your breasts the most, though. You can hardly even make sounds as he rolls his thumbs over your nipples and under the swell of them. He takes the weight of your tits into his hands.  

The dance of your mouths breaks off into panted, hot breaths fanning over faces. He readjusts you upon the surface without a care for the clattering of the platters. Fast and as though he’d been waiting for this, he moves down your neck in blazing licks and suckles. One of his hands takes the back of your head, and the other worships your chest. 

Against your skin, strained, he pants, “I waited just to come to your fucking house. Watched you playing around with those idiots—God, I hated to watch, but I couldn’t look away. Wanted to show you how much better you deserved to be treated. Even naughty girls deserve to cum, don’t they?” 

You’re a mewling, hazy mess, hardly able to register words. Especially ones as hard to wrap around as that. All you do is arch your chest into his hand, cheeks all flushed pink. All you want is for him to make good on that promise. Under his touches, you fully believe him. Not once had your escapades gotten you off correctly. His desperate touch brushes right over that tight ball of sexual frustration, unwinding it slowly. With each bit that he unravels you, you shudder. 

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? You sound so sweet when you cum. Can’t I hear it again?” he continues, each word hotter in your neck than the last.  

Your head is all light and floaty. Letting it dangle, you give him a meek and pleading, “Yes.” Every last square inch of you beats alive at the prospect of being watched in on as you desperately squirmed against your bed. By him, at that. And, that it had him all pent up like this. 

His hands fumble at the hem of your dress. Pulling it up and over of your thighs and then past your hips and then up your belly, he says, “My pretty baby deserves it. Gonna make you feel so good—wanna make you feel good.” When your dress is all bunched up over your chest, and the soft swells of your breasts are freed to the air and his eyes, a chill rakes over your blazing skin. Goosebumps raise up and down the entirety of you. 

Brown eyes gone different, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He rests a palm right at your ribcage, so eager to touch but also so eager to just... gawk. 

Pushing your posture to better display your tits for him, you say, “You… wanna touch them?” 

His gaze flickers up to yours and then back down, tracing over the sight of your hardened nipples against the soft, smooth mounds. “Fuck. Yes, I wanna touch them. Please?” he says, voice wavering. He brushes a thumb up under one. It’s an admiring, impatient touch. 

“Yes,” you whisper. A strange little secret between the two of you. “Please, Soobin.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends just enough to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth. The hot wetness against your eager skin—it douses you in oil and then sets you on fire. Your mouth drops open to allow a long, wavering whine passage. It tapers off into just open-mouthed, quiet gasps as he rolls his tongue around it, peppering kisses into the soft flesh of your breast. Below it, in the valley between, and then he kisses a path right back to your nipple. 

It’s so simple. His touch is reverent—not overwhelming. Just underneath your skin, it all tingles. It pleads for him to continue, to do more. 

Much to your dismay, he is pleased right where he is. With soft bites and drags of his nose, he ravishes your chest. And when he’s finally done and pulls away from your skin, you shiver at the brushing of cool air against the wet mess he’s left there. 

Heavy-lidded eyes find yours. Running his thumb over your bottom lip, he husks, “No cookies out for me...” He delivers a quick nip at your jawline.  

Under a brush of his fingertips along the expanse of your lower belly, you jolt with a tremor. You will your mouth into movement. “I don’t believe in Santa. Why would I set out cookies?” you say; an echo of what you’d said to him before. But this time, his hands are on you. You want to see how that might change things. 

With an abrasive scoff, he doesn’t disappoint. The corns of his lips twitch. “Let me put my hands on you. Fuck you. You’ll believe in him then,” he says, curling his fingers like bites finally into your bare, moldable hips. They receive the shape of his hands willingly. “Are you gonna thank me for making an exception? For stopping by your house, even though you’re filthy?” 

He brushes lower and lower. Keeping your voice on a tight leash, you tell him, “Please, touch me...” 

He laughs, nose crinkling in tease. “If that’s how you want to say thank you,” he says, “I’ll touch you. You’d like that, huh?” 

With that, he finally brushes over your cunt. Profanities spill out from his lips with the wetness that greets him there. Your body does a start at the touch. 

“Yes, please. I love it—for Christmas, please.” Your voice is thin and pleading. 

It’s all Soobin needs to hear to be sliding you off the counter. The world spins around you in a fuzzy, nonsensical blur of warm light. Against your chest, melded against it, the counter top bites cold.

“Fuck,” he curses, the sound coming from behind you. You can feel his gaze searing a trail down the arch of your back. For the nth time, your skin breaks out into a chill. Warm, tracing fingers smooth down the length of it, starting at the center of your shoulders, until he finds the swell of your ass. “Look at you, arching your back like a well-used slut. You really are needy, aren’t you? I knew it. I knew you’d be perfect. And you’re gonna let me fuck you straight, aren’t you?” The words come out hot on your skin, now. Right into the curve your shoulder. “Maybe fuck you so straight, you’ll be at the top of the nice list next year. A pretty little saint. Huh?” 

All you muster is a stupid, pathetic nod. You want nothing more. 

On your clit, the center of your pulsating need, there’s a chaste pinch. Your body revolts, hips twitching violently in escape. The squeak that it rugs from you is equally violent.

“I’m not sure I want that, though.” There’s a rustling behind you, a clinking of silvery metal and then a brushing of thick fabric. Hot and angry and heavy against you, he presses his cock to your clit. “I think I want you on the top of the naughty list, so I can come here and have this every year.” The mushroom tip of him swirling against your needy bud—it’s so much. So much. 

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll be bad for you, Soobin. Please. I want it so much...” You push your back further into a suggestive curve; begging. He’s led you all the way to the water. Won’t he just indulge you with a taste? You don’t care how stupid or ridiculous you sound. 

His hand ventures up the outside of your thigh, smoothing over warm skin, and then around the curve of your hip, and then across your lower belly. It settles and presses there. “Do you hear yourself?” he sneers, voice in your hair. “I’ve got you, baby.” 

The suggestive, almost-there weight of his cock at your hole gives way to the delicious slide of him into you. Each inch is easy and slick. Perhaps you might worry over how utterly drenched you are, but not when all you can feel echoing through your bones and your veins is him finally filling your emptiness. It feels like mercy, more than a gift or present. 

He pulls out of you before even bottoming out. You spin as best you can to see him, brows furrowed. The look you find on his face as you do tells you everything you need to know about how intentional that was. "Soobin, please.” You look up at him through your lashes, trying to goad him with pretty bats of your eyes. Your cheeks flush pink and hot—your whole body is hot. 

“Begging for cock,” he says, a saccharine grin over his mouth. “Such a nasty whore. Whores don’t get Christmas presents. Shouldn’t you thank me for giving you this?” 

You should feel offended. Scandalized, even. No man has ever spoken to you like this, and you wouldn’t have allowed it. But, coming from his mouth, it’s a strange thing. It lays over you heavy, twisted your inhibitions to naught. “Thank you,” you say, pressing your cheek into the cool counter top to combat the burn. “Thank you, so much. Please.” 

When he starts pushing back into you, the gates of heaven materialize in the black behind your eyelids. Curling your fingers around the edge, you savor each and every inch of him once more until you can practically taste it. And then some. He’s big; bigger than anything you’d ever had from the guys around here. How are you ever supposed to go back to that? 

Finally, his hips meet your ass. He takes a moment to shift, taking a handful of your hip to pin it right into the counter. So, you do too; you grip at the edge of the counter. And then he pulls out of you. For a brief moment, you forget how endowed he is. But, of course, he reminds you with a roll. His cock drags along your walls in a way you’ve never known: full. You are full. 

“Gonna ruin you, so that no matter how many times you let them in your bed, all you’ll want is me,” he says. His hips move slow, just so that he can make sure you hear and internalize every word. “And you’ll wait all year just for this, and you’ll think of my touch when you touch yourself.” 

You can’t answer, or say anything really, around your whimpers. His hips stutter, and then he begins thrusting into you with unabated vigor. Each collision of your dancing bodies is punctuated by the hollow smacking of skin. Those sounds and others, such as your whines as his cock nudges right up against that spot that’s got your thighs quaking, and his tense pants, consume the air where the serene crackling of fire had once ruled. 

Though you do try to reel it in, you really do, his hips find a certain angle that makes it all null. You claw at the hand he’s got pressed firmly to your belly. Beneath you, your legs tremble and shake where they dangle down, and your poor abused hip bones ache against the hard surface of the counter as he fucks you into it. The cabinets clatter with it. “Soobin,” you choke. 

With his cheek pressed to the top of your head as he sloppily pounds stars into your vision, he half growls, half whines, “So—so good around me. So good. I couldn’t wait...to help you out. Thank you, baby.” 

The tremor in it, and the absolute neediness, pierces through the haze and does something to you. His free hand runs over you frantically, and his thrusts turn to something less controlled and more bare. More raw. He’d been hitting that sweet, sweet spot before, but this is more insistent. His hand presses harder into your belly to hold you through it, the other one mapping every last square inch of your skin until he’s intimately familiar with it all, and then some. “Fuck,” he grits out. 

All of it, the flame and the blinding touches, go away for a moment. He pulls out from your heat. You go to push off the counter to complain, and you make it half off, but he’s spinning you around and has you hoisted, ass-to-tabletop before you can. Where your front had been, the surface is already body warmed beneath your ass and thighs. 

“Show me your tits,” he says, nudging your thighs open. “Fuck. Will you let me fuck them next time? They're my tits, right? They fit so well in my hands.” 

Between his panted whines and the slide of his cock back into you, you just let your head fall back and obey. Your legs cascade down, twitching and threatening to snap around his waist each time he brushes against that deep, gummy spot. You arch your back into his face and pull your teeth into your mouth, watching him.

He dives into your chest without ceremony. With a hand on one of your hips to steady you against his fucking, he takes a nipple into his mouth. Soobin rolls his tongue and nips with his teeth, all while working the knot in your belly tighter. Each time your chest jumps or concaves against a bite, he pushes you deeper into it with a hand at your back. 

Your voice is hoarse. Though your moans are sweet and whiny, you sound nasty. Deep in your stomach, rumbling and threatening in a way you are not familiar with, something dangerous swirls. Goosebumps usurp smooth skin at the presence of it. As much as you chase it with your hips, your fingers thread through the strands of his hair to brace for it—readying for it to both ruin and fix you.

The sight of him, face deep in your chest, only feeds more fuel into the fire. His lashes flutter against his pink cheeks. 

“You...” you start, cupping the back of his head into you. “H—fuck... Like my tits? Want them to be yours?” 

You’re not quite sure what you’re saying. Around his waist, the muscles in your thighs are taut and your spine tingles. Your head floats. The barrier between spoken word and true thought is eroded down by it all. What is left is utterly bare. 

He releases your nipple, so hard that it tingles, in a wet pop. Pressing his cheek to it as his hips stutter, he says, all nasally, “Yes. Yes, h—oh fuck, yes, baby.” 

His pathetic whines, fallen into the air all tense like the tightness you’re sure he feels in his belly, as you do in yours, have you digging your heels into the bottom of his spine. Urging him in deeper. Closer. 

Hands finding your hips like iron against the softness of powdery snow, his voice cracks. “Wait—no, shit! Baby, I’m gonna.... Holy shit, let me cum on your belly, baby...” 

So, so very close to both exploding and imploding into violent, consuming bliss, you’re not one to deny him that. You let your thighs fall open, bracing against his biceps, and then just the slightest brush of his groin up into your throbbing clit has the world smearing into nothing around you. 

All of you, every last muscle, goes rigid in the wake of it. And then, with a brilliant, incandescent crashing of symbols and release, you cum. Deep in your thighs and up your back and right in your core, where you clamp down on him hard, you are wracked with twisting muscles. Alternating between desperate whines and being able to get no sounds out, you fight through the blistering presence of your orgasm. 

He watches you, eyes on every micro expression falling over your face, with blown eyes. And then, his hips stutter for the final time. In a frantic hurry, he slips out of you with an obscene pop. He holds his cock over you, fist working up and down it in slick, wet rolls. He lets his head loll back, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

You watch his belly go all tight, and his sweet face screw up tight. Then, from his weeping pink tip, he shoots sparkling, hot white spurts all down on your belly. It pools heavy and warm against your skin. 

Finally, he collapses boneless into your front. With his face notched into your neck, he slides his hand up and down his cock a few more times. You two pant into each other’s skin for a few long, exhausted moments. 

He finally pulls back to look you in the eyes, cheeks tinted pink and twitching with a dimple. He releases your hip with one hand, reaching behind you in search of something. When his hand reappears, he’s holding one of those cookies you’d baked hours ago.  

You go to ask him something snarky, like fucked yourself hungry? but you’re interrupted when he runs the cookie up your belly, scooping up ribbons of his cum like dipping cookies in milk. He brings it to your mouth. 

“Open up,” he says, a cheeky, lazy grin smeared over his mouth. “You like milk with your cookies, don’t you?”  

You gape at him, dumbstruck. Still, beside yourself, you open your mouth and take a generous chunk out of it. The musk of him melts down against the cinnamon and ginger snap in your mouth. You savor it on your tongue before making a show of swallowing it all down, holding his eyes. Soobin watches, hawklike, until you’ve got it down.  

“Still don’t believe in Santa?” he says, running a hand through your mess of hair.  

You’d believed in Santa the whole way through. But, he doesn’t need to know that. As he presses one chaste, parting kiss to your neck, you can only hope that Santa might make a generous stop by your place next year too. No matter how naughty you are.  

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[pupyuj]

[cw: threesome, overstimulation, voyeurism, exhibitionism (i guess?)]

YA’LLLL i swear i was gonna do jho for my first bini drabble after a while but then i thought about how aiahcey are kinda my danjangz but bini… and ya’ll know crazy i am about danjangz and the same is about to happen to aiahcey like HELLOOOO 😭😭😵‍💫🙏

pretty femme dom gfs save me… save me pretty femme dom gfs…

being the breath of fresh air they need amidst their messy idol life aka their pretty little doll who would willingly do anything for them 🫣 stacey calling you in the middle of the night to come over her house and ofc you're so eager to do just that bcs you're whipped as hell! omg she probably likes to fuck you in front of a mirror all the time.. all to see how embarrassed you look seeing yourself get stretched out and have your cunt abused by your friend like this :(( mapang-asar din minsan si staku so i like to think that she likes to taunt you while fucking you 😭 or even full on insult you just to add to the humiliation 😵‍💫😵‍💫 maybe she’d even record sometimes 🤭 laughing at your tears and whines but immediately cooing at you and kissing your face when you start sobbing—she just loves being annoying to you :((

and where do those videos end up?? right on her ate aiah's dms! i like to think na mahilig magpa-inggit si staku LMAOO saying smth like "look what ur missing out on, u workaholiccc 😝" and the video attached is you being a whiny mess with stacey instructing you to moan aiah's name in the background 😭 this ofc just makes aiah drive up to stacey's house in record time, which stacey loves sm bcs that's totally unlike the aiah she normally sees 🤭

in direct contrast to staku, aiah loves to plan out your meetings where it wouldn't be a convenience to either of you! but sometimes she gets needy and hasty too.. don't forget she's just as obsessed with you as stacey is so she definitely fucks you as soon as she has the opportunity to, she needs you!!

now listen.. pussy drunk aiah losing herself in between your legs while stacey whispers the nastiest shit in your ear as she massages your clit.. her even grabbing aiah's head and pushing her closer to your cunt just to get you to moan their names 😩😩 i'm a painslut!stacey believer so she would loveee to feel your nails digging into her skin or scratching her arm when she's doing too much 😭 even goes as far as to admire the marks you leave on her afterwards?? she's a lil freak what can i say!! and then there's your sweet ate aiah being a soft dom at heart 🥺 constantly looking up at you with worry in her eyes bcs she never wants to push you over the edge too much :(( their dynamic is kinda funny to me NOBODY GETS IT.

"staku.. i think she's had enough.. mh.."

"no, no, isa pa. she likes that, believe me. look at her! and look at you! gustong-gusto mo pa.."

aiah absolutely loves it when you make a mess all over her beautiful face! a little embarrassing for you but the satisfied look on her face makes it worth the trouble 🤭 and yk what's even hotter than watching aiah wipe her chin clean and suck your juices with her fingers?? watching stacey pull her close and kiss her, hearing her moan at how you tasted on aiah's tongue.. well, who wouldn't get wet again at the sight of that?! 😵‍💫

expect only the best and softest aftercare the coming morning! both of them are cuddling you and spoon-feeding you food while you all chill on stacey's couch watching teleseryes and movies 🥰🥰 probably until the two of them feel like fucking you all over again which usually only takes about the first thirty minutes of a movie.. 😛

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 10 - Tiger Hybrid!Soonyoung + JOI & Masturbation

@stopaskinf Said: Hybrid tiger Hoshi with JOI and masturbation (if he can be submissive in it I would eat it up) A/n: Oh hell YEAH he can be submissive!! Whiny, needy, subby boys are my forté lmaoo I hope you like it! I, uh, sort of went wild with this one... 🤭 Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Monster Features, Phone Sex Word Count: 2,643 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

A soft pout pulls at tender lips, his ears drooping as he scrolls through photos of you on his phone. The business trip you had to take on such short notice wasn’t suppose to last this long, yet your company made you stay an extra two days to get the deal you’ve been working on for the past eight months complete. Of course, Soonyoung doesn’t blame you. He’s happy that you’re so good at your job, and that your executives wouldn’t trust anyone other than you to get this done. Only, he just wishes you were home. With him.

Languidly, his tail flicks beneath the sheets, your covers draped over his body and surrounding him like a cocoon. He can still smell your scent on the pillows, but with every passing moment, it starts to become fainter and fainter.

Another whine escapes him, hugging your pillow closer to his chest.

“I miss you.”

The text is simple, and he doesn’t expect you to respond as quickly as you do. Once your notification lights up his screen, he perks up, only to remember just how far away from him you are.

“It’s alright, Baby. I’ll be home in a couple of days. I miss you so much, but I promise I’ll see you soon!”

Though your words are meant to be comforting, they just make his pout deepen. All he wants to do is bury himself in you, and feel your warmth pressing up against his own. Only, he can’t do that with you so far away from him.

His phone pinging with another notification pulls him out of his thoughts.

This time, though, you send a voice message.

“Hi, Baby,” Immediately, Soonyoung perks up at the sound of your voice, his tail swishing happily beneath the sheets. “I miss you so much! I know it hard being away from each other for so long, but I’ll be home before you know it. You’ll be a good boy and wait for me to get back, won’t you? I promise I’ll reward you with all the attention you deserve when I get back.”

Eagerly, he nods his head despite the fact that you aren’t here. His eyes shine with nothing but adoration, pleading with time to move faster, rather than this snails’ pace it seems to love so much whenever you’re away.

“Are you in bed? I know it’s late for you, Baby.” Your voice almost startles him, Soonyoung having expected the message to have ended by now. Still, he listens, hanging onto your every word. “I bet you’re clinging to my pillow right now. You seem to enjoy doing that when I’m not around.” A soft chuckle falls from your lips, and he smiles. “Does it smell like me, Baby? Should I start keeping some old hoodies of mine unwashed so you can wear them while I’m gone?”

A whine escapes him at the thought, his eyes darting over to the side chair. There, one of your old oversized hoodies is draped over the arm. You’re usually very protective of that one, seeing as it’s one of your favourites. However, you’re not here, and what you don’t know won’t hurt you.

Tossing the covers off his body briefly, Soonyoung moves across the room. His phone is left on the side of the bed as he works quickly to toss his shirt somewhere in the room. In the blink of an eye, he slips your hoodie over his body before jumping back into bed.

“You just put one on, didn’t you?” You chuckle.

His cheeks flare bright red. You know him so well.

“That’s okay, Baby. I know it’s hard for you being away from me. Curl up with my pillow and my hoodie, and picture me there with you wrapping my arms around you.” You continue, and he immediately complies. “Just imagine me tucking your head into the side of my neck like I always do, combing my fingers through your hair.” A few moments of silence. “There… isn’t that better?”

Soonyoung nods, mumbling in agreement as he hugs your pillow tighter into his chest. He swears he can feel the ghost of your touch brushing through his locks right now, and he nearly purrs from the feeling.

Again, his tail begins to flick eagerly beneath the sheets.

“You know I’d also be petting your ears softly, Baby. I know how much you enjoy that.” You coo through the speaker. “They’re always so soft, and I won’t lie. Hearing the way your chest rumbles with content purrs as I pet you makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside.”

A happy wiggle is his only response, despite the fact that you cannot see him.

“Well… if I’m being honest with you, I actually find it extremely attractive. I mean, I find everything extremely attractive about you, Baby. Your laugh, your smile, the way your eyes crinkle in joy at the corners when you eat your favourite foods. I especially love when you curl into me, and I get to hold onto you as you scent me. Selfishly, I love covering you in me, just as I love when you cover me in you.”

Softly, a pleased rumble shakes his chest, nuzzling his face into your pillow as he pictures you being held in his arms instead.

His hips roll forward, whining softly in need.

“You’re so cute when you whine for me.”

How you could have known how he would have reacted in such a way makes his head spin, excitement thrumming through his veins.

“You’re so polite, too, Baby. The control you exert around me is astounding. I can’t imagine attempting to hold oneself back when your greatest temptation is held within your arms. It’s why I always go so feral over you.”

Another whimper escapes him, hips rolling against that pillow as your words ring true.

“I know how badly my scent affects you, especially when you turn me on.” Your voice drops the slightest bit, a sultry tone dripping from your honeyed words. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Baby… I love it when you turn me on.”

This time, there’s no suppressing the low moan that escapes him. His cock twitches, tail flicking behind him.

“Of course, you can turn me on without even trying, Baby. Simply thinking about you spread out beneath me, your tail wrapped around my thigh as I ride you has me dripping already.” You hum, and he can just picture the way your eyes flutter shut as you admit this to him. “That’s just what you do to me, Baby Boy. You can turn me on with just a glance, just a thought.”

A low whine of your name slips passed his lips.

“Are you thinking about it, too? The way my nails scratch over your chest as I ride you, your cock filling this tight little pussy like you were made for me?”

“Yes!” He tosses his head onto the pillows, turning onto his back as his cock throbs between his legs. “I can never stop thinking about you.”

The admission is but a breathless whisper on his lips despite the fact that you cannot hear him.

His hand slides beneath his sweatpants.

“Are you touching yourself right now, Baby Boy?” Your voice is full of amused disbelief as his hand freezes right over his cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

A whine escapes him, cock twitching as he withdraws his hand from beneath his sweatpants.

“Good Boy.”

A shudder wracks his entire body, heart beating erratically inside of his chest.

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’ll help you make yourself feel so good…” You coo. “Just listen to everything I say, and I promise to have you screaming my name in no time.”

Soonyoung nods, his fingers twitching at his sides. His tail swishes against the sheets beneath him, ears shifting as he strains to hear any and all minuscule sounds you make through the recording on his phone.

“You’re so handsome, Soonyoungie,” A bit of rustling can be heard on the other end of the line. “I can’t wait to see you in my hoodie when I get home… If you’re good, maybe I’ll even fuck you in it.”

His eyes flutter shut, a shameless moan escaping him at the thought.

“Is your pretty cock throbbing yet? Does the thought of me claiming you make you hard, Baby? Should I come home early and show you who you belong to?”

Pleas fall from his lips, his hips jerking upwards to seek any sort of relief. Even so much as the gentle press of the sheets covering the lower half of his body is becoming too much, and if he doesn’t touch himself soon, he may just lose whatever shreds that are left of his sanity.

“Take off your pants, Baby. Let me see that pretty cock of yours twitching for me.”

Soonyoung nearly shreds right through the comforter in order to remove his sweatpants. His movements are erratic, chest heaving as he tosses the offending material somewhere in the room.

He spares a glance down, noting the precome already dripping from the head of his cock. The way he can hear you humming appreciatively, as if you can actually see his cock has him throbbing.

His stomach clenches in pleasure.

“So handsome, Baby,” You breathe out. “I wish I was there to wrap my lips around you. I can hardly keep myself from drooling at the mere thought of feeling you on my tongue.”

A loud, desperate moan escapes him as he keens on the bed.

“Do you hear what you’re doing to me?” Softly, the faintest of wet sounds can be heard through the speakers. “My fingers don’t quite feel the same as your own, Kitten, but they’ll have to suffice for now.”

Soonyoung’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head as the mind numbing sounds of your fingers slipping through your folds continue to greet his ears. He swears you’re doing this to torture him, his hips lifting from the bed once more as his cock throbs against his lower stomach.

He needs you. Badly.

With your next words, it’s as if you’ve heard his pleas.

“Go ahead, Baby. Wrap your hand around the base of your cock for me. Feel how hard you are just from my voice.”

You do not need to tell him twice.

Immediately, his hand is around his cock, a moan tumbling from his lips at the touch. His eyes squeeze shut, picturing that it’s you that’s holding onto him so gently, waiting to see what you do to him next.

“Are you leaking for me, Baby? I wish I was there to taste you.” You continue, cooing gently at him all the while. “Use your thumb to spread yourself over your tip, just as I would do if I were there. You know the way I flick at your slit, before tracing over that sexy vein on the underside?”

A shudder caresses his spine, doing exactly as told. His lips part in a whine as he traces his thumb over the tip of his cock, eyes still closed as he pictures you right there beside him. He twitches almost instantly as he traces over that vein just like you do every single time you worship his cock.

His cheeks flare with heat, already embarrassingly close to the edge, and all because of you.

“Such a Good Boy for me, Soonyoungie.” You breathe, the subtle wet sounds of your fingers circling your clit driving him insane. “Good Boys deserve rewards.”

“I’m your Good Boy…” He whimpers, nodding his head rapidly over his pillow.

“Wrap that pretty hand around your cock for me, Baby. Stroke yourself, nice and slow. Feel every vein, every twitch against the palm of your hand.” You gasp lightly, and Soonyoung can just tell that you’ve bitten your bottom lip. “Fuck- you’re so hard for me Baby. Can you hear how wet I am for you?”

His grip tightens over his shaft as he hears the wet squelch of your fingers get louder through the receiver. His breathing is heavy, eyes squeezing shut once more as he attempt to control himself. Never has he been this close to bursting so quickly. With every hitch in your breath, every small break in your voice, his tail flicks and his whole body shakes from how difficult it is to continue to hold himself back.

“Are you close, Soonyoungie? I bet you are…”  A tender hum on sinful lips. “Can you hold yourself back for me, Baby? Stroke yourself faster for me, and hold yourself back.”

“Anything,” His head begins to thrash against the pillow, ears flattening against his head as he quickens his pace. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“Cup your balls for me, Baby. Use your other hand and make yourself feel good. I want to hear you scream my name.”

Shameless moans and whines of your name fall from him, his chest heaving as he follows your every instruction. His whole body twitches as he cups his balls, beginning to massage them just like he knows you enjoy doing when his cock is buried deep within your mouth.

The visual alone nearly sends him over the edge.

“You’re doing so well for me, Baby-“ A hitch in your breath as you moan. “Fuck- I’m so close… You gonna come with me, Baby? Come with me and scream my name. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

He can hear your movements over your clit speed up, and he matches your pace. Easily, his hand slides over his cock, groans and low growls escaping him as he feels that familiar coil about to snap inside of him. His thighs tense, teeth sharpening into fangs as he clenches his jaw.

The moment he hears you cry out his name, he lets himself go. His whole body spasms, back arching from the bed as hot ropes of come shoot out onto his stomach. His chest heaves, eyes squeezed shut as nothing but your name falls from his lips.

Faintly, he registers your own heavy breathing, the soft giggle that echoes through the speakers setting his heart racing. His cock twitches, a few final spurts of come dripping onto his stomach.

Looks like your sweater managed to bunch around his waist from all of his movements, only a few drops of come dampening the material.

“Such a Good Boy for me, Soonyoungie.” Your breathless voice comes through the line. “You did so well for me.”

He coos, mumbling incoherently as he attempts to ground himself for the moment. The intensity of his orgasm still has his head spinning, nothing but thoughts of you floating through his mind.

“Soon, I’ll be home to do all of this, and more, to you in person.” You promise. “I love you, Soonyoung, and every moment I spend away from you, my heart aches. I miss you so much, but I promise I’ll be home soon. For now, I hope you enjoyed this little gift, I’ve been planning it for a while now.”

Another soft giggle caresses his ears, and he quirks a smile as he hears you send him a kiss through the phone.

“Get some rest, Baby Boy. I’ll see you soon.”

Finally, Soonyoung’s breathing begins to even out, and he reaches for his phone. His lips tug downwards slightly at seeing that the voice message has ended, for he wishes that it could have gone on forever. Only, before he can dwell too much on such a sad thought, a giddy smile is settling over his lips.

Bringing the collar of your hoodie up to his nose, he inhales deeply. A pleased hum escapes him, chest rumbling in content.

Unlocking his phone, he presses play once more on your voice message.

[joelsbeard]

pre-outbreak!joel when you're on your period 🥺:

You don't even have to tell him when you're about to have your period or are on your period, he knows you well enough to sense when you're feeling off

When you're feeling extra moody and upset he always makes sure to be extra gentle and sweet with you, especially since you can get some bad anxiety beforehand

He always snuggles with you more than usual since you you get even more clingy at this time

When he hugs/squeezes you on your period he calls you his lil ketchup packet LMAO

He's always so attentive, around your period he always makes sure you're stocked up on some snacks, Advil, pads and tampons, and makes you tea without even needing to ask. Or he'll go get you both some take out from your favorite restaurant ❤️

Whenever you run out of pads or tampons he always offers to go grab some at the store, and when you first started dating he would ask which ones you wanted (I feel like he would it take it seriously and say if you need heavy or light flow pads and which brand you want, sometimes he might joke around and be like "what size pussy you got?" LMAOO) but after a while he knows which ones you prefer to buy and will restock on those ❤️

He always gives you massages when you're sore ;) he gives the best lower back massages, and titty massages ;) bc he's got those big ✨contractor ✨hands. He'll put on your favorite show or movie and give you a massage while you lean back against him, and he gives you lil neck and cheek kisses while he's at it.

He never complains when you tell him to go grab your heating pad 🥺 he just gives you a kiss and goes "aww my poor baby, ofc. Do you need anything else sweet girl?"

When you fall asleep together on the couch watching tv he doesn't wanna wake you up or make you walk since you have cramps, so he'll always carry you back to bed ❤️

On the rare occasion that you bleed through your underwear onto your bedsheets, the first time you were so embarrassed and almost cried but all he said was "there's no reason to be embarrassed baby, accidents happen" and he just starts taking the sheets off the bed to put them in the washer and tells you not to worry your pretty little head about it.

Sometimes it makes you emotional seeing how caring he is for you and he always blushes when you're like 🥺 "you're so sweet baby, thank you for taking care of me" and he goes "you don't even need to thank me baby, you know I don't like seeing you uncomfortable or in pain"

When you're in the mood for it, he'll fuck you on your period and be like "aww does my baby need me to fuck those cramps better?" lol, but again only when you're in the mood for it, otherwise he won't bother you ofc

Speaking of being in the mood, every time you're ovulating you want to CLIMB this man like damn tree, he ofc loves this lol

He always looks so irresistible to you when you're ovulating and you tell him so, got him gigglin and swingin his feet like a little schoolgirl lol

You can be a little whiny when you ask him to fuck you when you're ovulating since you're so damn horny all the time lol, but he ofc can never say no to his girl

You almost faint one time when you're ovulating and he comes back home after getting a haircut looking like a snaaaaack. You pounce on him right there at the doorway and fuck on the couch since your bedroom is too far

[elllisaaa]

in desperate need of horny bf sunghoon who catches me reading in bed and is doing The Most to get my attention, but i don’t want to give in so easy 🙈

he settles between my bare legs, placing the back of his head on my lower tummy, babbling some random things he believes will make me drop my book, but they don’t. his hands are playing with my thighs, and it’s so obvious how turned on he is, because of his non stop needy gripping and hungry gaze, literally kissing my feet at this point!!!

“let me just finish this chapter” i tell him over and over again, loving the way he dramatically rolls his eyes, until he sticks his tongue through my panties and it’s not that easy to ignore him anymore

literally been thinking about this for days!!

also sidenote: i have a feeling he’d be the type to always whine about how is it possible that those books are more entertaining than him, but also building you your dream library ~

it's so funny how we're both losing our minds over sunghoon lately lmaoo ! i think the "one more chapter" thing is universal because i do that all the time and still read at least 3 more 🤭 now to the point... horny sunghoon is one of my biggest weakness so i'll need to share all the thoughts you ignited in me sweetie 🤭

SUNGHOON was frustrated, it was obvious from the way he was huffing beside you for the past ten minutes. you tried not to smile, because you knew exactly what he wanted, but it was so much funnier to have you pleading for your attention. 

so you stay focused on your book, ignoring how his fingers caressing your thighs make you shiver, ignoring how badly you want to bury your hands in his hair and play with them. you wanted this afternoon for you and the last quarter of your book, but your boyfriend seemed to have another plan in mind. 

sunghoon couldn't take it anymore. he wished to spend his weekend rolling around in bed with you, not losing you once again to a stupid book. he wanted to be annoyed and mad, but he was so horny that all he was able to do was turning around and place teasing kisses on your inner thighs. it was not helping him calm down when all you were wearing was one of his shirt and a pair of panties. 

"babyyy ! pay attention to me."

his tone was so whiny, it was almost funny how far it was from his usually collected persona. that's why you loved having him all needy for you. you locked eyes with him, seeing nothing but desire in them before looking back to your book.

"one more chapter hoon, i promise after you'll get all the attention you want."

but sunghoon knew you too well, knew that you were lying because you weren't able to just stop at one chapter and always needed another one, and another one. so when you told him the same sentence for the forth time, he had enough of waiting patiently and begging for your touches : he had to win you over your fucking books. 

when his head dropped down lower you already knew that you got him exactly where you wanted him. sunghoon kissed your pussy over your panties a few times, getting even more annoyed at your lack of reaction. he had enough of you pretending to be busy with your book when he could clearly see a grin stretching out your lips. 

"you really love playing with my nerves don't you, huh ?"

he didn't give you a warning before getting rid of your panties and finally getting a taste of your sweet cunt. at this point, he was making out with your soaked pussy, chuckling against you when you let out a quiet whimper, the vibrations feeling too good against your clit. you couldn't concentrate anymore on the words in front of your eyes, ultimately tossing your book to the side and taking a hold of sunghoon's hair as you felt yourself cumming. 

"now who's more interesting, baby ?"

his lips and chin were smeared with your juices, pupils blown out and the bulge in his sweatpants was painfully obvious and you thought that your boyfriend never looked hotter than when he tried to prove that he was better than your silly books.

sidenote : sunghoon always criticizes, but he would absolutely do that for you and i see him clearly buying you 24 books from your pal and making you a book advent calendar. because, yes , he always complains about your obsession and rolls his eyes whenever you mention a fictional man, but he'll do anything to see the sparkle in your eyes when you get a new book. he'll be here to shed your tears when you cry about the angst and he'll religiously listen to you ranting about how you had predicted the plot twist. in conclusion : he's weak for you.  

[itsabouttimex2]

YOOO (❍ᴥ❍ʋ) 🩷 I just wanted to say I like the way you convey and write characters. I also love your takes and perspectives on LMK. I find myself agreeing with you more often than not lol. I feel like some people in the fandom tend to portray Macaque or Mk as whiny hoes or uwu bottoms tbh (¬_¬). Which is whatever bc it’s their life ig but they be pissing and shitting them selves when someone doesn’t agree or align to what they think of these fictional characters, especially with the damm ships but I think that’s a problem in most fandoms tho (-_-｡). Anyway I just want to say I love and appreciate your works and your perspectives/opinions on specific characters, I personally love your blunt way of responding to things bc for me that’s the best way I can understand what someone is trying to say, most times I can’t really tell if someone has an undertone or meaning something else instead of what they’re actually saying y’know, (⊙﹏⊙✿).

You earned yourself a Freakbob🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

Okay, first of all- thank you so much! I’ve come to enjoy my writing far more than I did at the start of my blog, which makes me pretty happy- and other people enjoying it also is an absolute delight!

Also- LMAOO “Whiny hoes” is like… probably the best explanation for those two act in fanon.

I think it goes even a step further with MK and Macaque with how much I’ve seen people outright project onto them, which feels like a trend I’ve seen in general through fandoms-

Where people sort of “latch on” to a character with some shortcomings or “unrelatable” aspects, like being an asshole or maybe prone to shutting the world away instead of reaching out for help, which to some people makes characters not realistically flawed, but instead “wrongly” flawed, which they then try to “fix”.

MK/Macaque (any conventionally attractive/tall dark and handsome character gets put through this wringer, with Avatar’s Zuko being one I also distinctly recall undergoing it) usually gets whatever personality and identity the author had stapled onto him, and then given a stack of sadsack traits while anything “bad” or “mean” is scraped out because “that’s not relatable”.

Often the only “flaws” that are left are entirely PG and trend towards being utterly out of the character’s control, while simultaneously being “sympathetic” in nature, such as having anxiety, being insecure, being closed off from trauma, etc…

And for villainous/formerly-villainous characters like Macaque, fans start to sound more an abuser’s enablers than actual fans in a distinctly “The Narcissist’s Prayer” sort of way.

“He didn’t do anything bad!”

(Proof is shown of how they did do wrong.)

Okay, he did, but it wasn’t that big of a deal!”

(Proof to the contrary is shown.)

“Okay, it was kinda bad, but he didn’t mean it!”

(​‘He was just trying to teach MK a lesson’ yeah by torturing him and violating the consent and autonomy of three people. ‘Oh, but he just didn’t want MK to turn out like Wukong!’ By beating the kid around and mocking him? When it’s made clear that Macaque doesn’t understand either of them enough to deliver life lessons? ‘…he didn’t mean any of it!!!’)

Where the goalpost is shifted further and further and further back because people are so desperate to cling to that non-existent “perfectly relatable character” that they desperately try to undermine any actual flaws or shortcomings the character they pretend to love as is actually has.

And eventually you realize that at least some of these fans never really loved the character for anything other than their attractive shell, which has been long hollowed out and grifted with “unproblematic” flaws.

And I think this all in general is fueled by the continuous push for “non-problematic” content in general, in which a thing that is “bad” (intentionally or otherwise) somehow becomes “morally wrong” to enjoy.

[squidinkedcreative]

i am sick again (i stg its the weather patterns here or smth bc when i lived in a different climate for 4 yrs, I HARDLY EVER GOT SICK!!!! i still mask everywhere !!!! wtf!!!) so naturally i am thinking abt my blorbos…

watching older joel and etho content has me feeling so many things

JOEL BUILDING THEM A BOAT TO LIVE IN,,,, IN DOUBLE LIFE

and etho being so encouraging yet still teasing to joel the entire time. it was so endearing ngl lmaoo

i havent seen either of their newest episodes of current hc but i have seen a handful of things abt it 💀 oh maaaaaan etho is leaning into the “little shit” part of their dynamic so hard its so funny

it also all has me thinking abt head canons n stuff… so heres some of those heh

-etho comes down w a cold and hes miserable but trying rly hard not to show it, n joel comes in n makes him some food n gets him some warm towels and makes sure he knows hes allowed to take a rest now n then, especially when sick

-etho is not a menthol enjoyer, but joel loves it. he loves vapo rub and menthol cough drops/tea, and it used to make etho nauseous, but he’s slowly beginning to enjoy the smell of it bc it reminds him of joel, but more specifically whiny sick joel who’s very needy

-OH YEAH. joel is so the type to be extra whiny and needy when he’s sick, whereas etho is the opposite. he pretends hes fine until hes literally collapsing lmfao he could have a high grade fever and still insist he can keep working lmfao meanwhile the millisecond joel feels slightly under the weather he’s whining about it and basically throwing himself at etho to take care of him

-i like tho think that gem would stop by with some sick care package stuff if both of them were to get sick, like soup and meds but also comfort stuff as well like snacks, media to watch, maybe a handmade blanket too heh

-etho is immunocompromised teehee so anytime joel gets sick, etho ends up getting sick 2x as hard, thats also why he masks all the time!!!!!!!! but sometimes the sickies r just unavoidable ough

anyway yeah idk what this is i feel feverish and delirious even tho the dr said i had a normal temp this afternoon hope u enjoyed these potentially incorherent smalletho/boat boys ramblings

[piillow]

silly routine

xdiz 3rd anniversary special !! (... kinda)

(idol!jooyeon x bsf gn!reader)

wc : 1.04k | genre : crack, fluff | a/n : FINALLy doing a jooyeon fic LMAOO, also some ot6-ish action, reader also likes collecting stuff

( $ _ $ )

"y/nnie~!" jooyeon shouted into the phone. "did you buy our album yet? c'mon! pre-orders are out now! do it! do it!" he pleaded.

"ohh, they are? i'll probably get them around next week, then. i get paid on friday." you replied, checking your calendar.

"okay!! let me know when they come, we can meet up and do our usual routine at your place." he said.

shortly after your short conversation with him, you hung up the phone with a smile on your face. you always felt soft whenever jooyeon's band released a new album, and he'd tell you to buy it. at first, you started buying them for fun. but, then he decided that doing it together would be even more enjoyable. "doing it together is always more fun than doing it alone!" is what he'd always say whenever you asked why.

— — — — — 

soon that friday came, and your paycheck finally came. to treat yourself, you pre-ordered two albums. one for you, one for jooyeon.

being friends with jooyeon and the band definitely had its perks. you basically had a signed album from him (or all of them) every single comeback, and lots of merch. the collector in you could not be more satisfied than it already was.

after placing in your info, and clicking the "submit order" button, you called up jooyeon.

"hey, joo. guess what?"

"chicken butt." he said.

"you-! ugh, nevermind. anyway, i finally bought them!"

"you did?! YAY!!! i can't wait to open them with you!" he screamed a bit too loudly.

jungsu groaned. "can you quiet down a little? my head hurts." who are you even on the phone with anyway?"

"oh, sorry hyung. y/n called." jooyeon replied, bowing at him to apologize.

"y/n? ohh, right, you were telling them to pre-order the album earlier this week, weren't you?" seungmin spoke up, to which jooyeon replied.

"you're going to do your little unboxing with them when they come, i assume?" gunil questioned with a hint of teasing in his voice.

junhan and gaon both stifled a laugh. "most likely," junhan said. "he does it with them all the time. i wouldn't be surprised."

jooyeon couldn't help but feel embarrassed. why was it that everything he did, he would get teased? ah.. how unfortunate.

"ugghhh... guys, just let me live. you should all know by now, i do it during the first week of promos." jooyeon complained.

"hey hey, it's okay. we know. we're just teasing you." gunil chuckled. though he wasn't one to tease his members, he always did it to him. probably because he's the maknae.

— — — — — 

finally, that first week of promotions for them finally came, and next thing you know, you've got a 22-year-old banging at your door.

"y/nnnnnn... let me in...... it's cold outside!!!" he complained, hugging himself to try and stay warm.

the minute you opened the door for him, still in your pajamas, he immediately took his shoes off and ran for your couch, looking for your albums.

"you said they came in today, where are they though?" he asked, continuing to check around your apartment.

"oh, they're upstairs. and stop going through my cabinets! don't eat all my food like last time." you scolded before walking away, while you could hear a whiny voice echoing behind you.

"awww, fine..." he replied, closing the pantry he was about to pillage.

once you came back downstairs holding the package, his eyes lit up and he immediately ran over to you.

"yes! yes! yes! finally!" he excitedly squealed, helping you open the package. once the box was opened, he immediately threw the bubble wrap behind him, not caring about where it would land.

"oooh! a gaon poster! let's see if you got mine... aha!"

he triumphantly held up his poster with a smile on his face, looking like he had just won a golden ticket.

"i told you! it's definitely because i'm here. if i wasn't, you wouldn't be able to get my things, and that would be sad." jooyeon jokingly complained.

he started to take out the actual albums from the box, removing the plastic off of them with you. he was extra careful not to let the inclusions fall out, because that happened last time and ruined the surprise for both of you.

"are you ready? i'll go first." you said, taking a deep breath before opening the photobook.

you closed your eyes, and tried to feel for the pieces of paper. once you found them, you held them up to jooyeon's face.

"is it good?" you asked, keeping your eyes closed.

"oooh! very good!" he squealed.

as you opened your eyes, you saw three photocards in your hand, all different members.

"oh! nice! no dupes yet. hopefully we don't get any." you said, carefully putting them off to the side.

as you flipped through the photobook, jooyeon continued to speak. "well, if you do, there's always us you can give them to. i'll make them sign them for you!" he excitedly said.

you couldn't help but laugh a little. times like this with him made you remember how child-like he really was, but who's to complain?

as the two of you opened the rest of the albums, celebrated your pulls, and even had some snacks with tea, neither of you had realized how much time had passed. that was, until jooyeon had gotten a call.

"jooyeon-ah, where are you? you're gonna be late for practice, you don't want to pay that much won, do you?~"

"what?! i'm coming now!"

right after he hung up the phone, he quickly turned to you.

"this was really fun, y/n! i hope we can do it again! i.. really have to go. okay, bye!!"

as he ran out the door to who knows where, you just looked at the clock, and the mess that the two of you made. it was a nice few hours, though it had to be cut short. as you cleaned up, you remembered the many times you had done this before. he would rush over to your house, open albums, celebrate, listen to the songs, and then he'd be out in a flash because he'd be late for practice.

good times, eh?

happy 3rd anniversary xdinary heroes. it's been a beautiful journey since the beginning :)

[multifandomslxt]

Hard thoughts- Taeyong? Everyone sees him as babygirl coded which is understandable however, suppose he gets possessive and jealous. How would he act towards his s/o?

Possessive and jealous Taeyong is a force to be reckoned with 😭

When he gets jealous he becomes stubborn

He needs to prove that you’re his and he’s yours

So yes he’s gonna slide his hand down to your ass

Yes, he’s gonna have that challenging look in his eyes as he does it

Honestly Taeyong doesn’t give af about what anybody thinks when he gets jealous

The only reason y’all haven’t fucked in public yet is because y’all can be charged for that😭😭😭

If he’s talking with someone and he realizes that they can’t keep their eyes off you

He gets rude.

Like real rude

And walks away

He gets whiny when y’all are finally alone

And boyyyy lemme tell yah he is determined to prove that you don’t need anybody but him😭

The sex???

The mf sex babe???

Imagine y’all are fucking and he’s telling you

“I don’t want anybody else to have you”

“It’s just you and me right?”

“Just you and me”

Contrary to what you think

It’s slow and deep

Like real deep

He wants you to feel him

All of him

Surprises you with sharp thrusts but it’s overall very intimate

More Kisses and reassurance after all that

In short, he gets whiny and rude and so fucking horny it’s insane.

Yes he’s gonna be upset about it it even days later Lmaoo

[gottagetback2u]

✰ stray kids doing ur makeup!

warnings: some lighthearted jokes, emojis used, cursing. established relationships! don’t wish for too much with these boys. inconsistent use of correct spelling.

my bestie gave me this prompt when we were texting 🤭 hope u guys enjoyy

-✰ chan

he’s so giggly with it the entire time. u ask him and he’s like “u want me to? 😀” he asks u in between laughs “is this product right?” and when u don’t help him, he gets whiny bc he at least wants to make ur makeup look good!

-✰ minho

a menace most times, but a soft expression appears on his face when u ask him. he gets that lazy, soft smirk, his eyes squinty with an obvious twinkle in them. somehow, instead of purposefully messing up, he tries his best, actually doing a good job! (he secretly memorized the order of ur products from watching u get ready <3)

-✰ changbin

“awwwww~ u want binnie to do ur makeup huh?? u want ur sweet cute talented bf to do it?” kick him out. take it back 😭 but honestly, he wouldn’t do terrible… he’s just not very coordinated with his hands. application of foundation and blush are so patchy. PLEASE DONT LET HIM NEAR UR EYES

-✰ hyunjin

he wants to be good. like i have said, he loves that aesthetically pleasing, pinterest type relationship shit. once u tell him how to blend, he gets pretty good. downside, doesn’t want to do anything except foundation, concealer and blush. says he’ll “mess it up” 😑

-✰ han

no mirrors involved. he’s gonna, quote on quote, “blow ur mind”. ends up using every single product, continuously confused about which each of them are. not like he gets his makeup done every single day 🤨

-✰ felix

u would expect him to be the best… surprise, he also has no hand coordination!!! he might build pcs, but that has nothing on makeup application. does powders before foundations, wants to do ur eyeshadow, and if he doesn’t like a color he will just cover it up with another one. help him.

-✰ seungmin

okay… hear me out… he’s actually really good at eyeliner. but that’s all he’s good at LMAOO. u tell him that u do ur eye makeup first, and he spends 45 minutes doing the wings, always reaching back with a q-tip to fix it. once he’s done tho, he tells u it’s too hard 😐 this lil bitch

-✰ jeongin

gets all shy and blushy. he feels like this is the boyfriend duty out of boyfriend duties. bUt, once he starts, he realizes how hard it is and starts to mess around. “ya! i don’t care if it’s wrong! u asked for this-“

masterlist!

taglist: @strawberrimarchi

[sixpennydame]

"so if eruri is triggering for you, I’d suggest you start filtering certain tags so you can curate the kind of experience you want here."

I guess you think I don't really filter them out, but you're wrong. Believe me, no matter how much I ban everything related to this ship, it comes up in every way. For example eruri shipper Levixreader writers. Even in the Hcs/fanfic's they write, they are in every way squeezing their own ship under the guise of "this is not ship discourse" and they write the dynamics of that ship under the name of 'levixreader' in order to show that their ship is canon. And you naively Rb'd them and think that Levi's character is really like that. He's a perpetually angry man, he's a cruel selfish man who hates the weak and who hates the weak and who immediately abandons you because he's weak, who puts his feelings for erbin ahead of his duties 🥺 who puts humanity through hell for erbin. but someone who is a dog and a softy for him and someone who threw S/o out of the window for him. Yes he loves S/o but he would even sacrifice S/o for the landlord whose dog he is 😔 But again keep saying "great Levi fic post 😭".

And that's what I'm talking about when I say don't let them manipulate you, because even one of your recent articles is similar to their writing style. I wouldn't be surprised if you soon write Levi as an ass upturned, bed whining, super fanon twink whiny lowlife sub. One of your Rb's in particular is a super delulu shipper levixreader writer, and they so much portray Levi as Erwin's lapdog, order dog, loyal dog, someone who never questions whatever action he takes, never wavers in his loyalty, that Cosmic finally had to write them a misleading reply that Levi is not like that Lmaoo. And they are egotistical and self-righteous enough to say "I know better than you" when they see criticism that contradicts their fanon thinking. Man its 2024 and fucking ackerbond has been debunked years ago and even Isayama's dusty old interviews deny it. Yeah, no matter how much I filter eruri, I see exactly that in both Levi tags and Levixreader tags 🙃 and now whenever I want to read fic or browse Levi posts, I have to look at them with hesitation and fear. I don't understand if I should filter Levi directly?

I'm so tired that I would love for Isayama to drop a bombshell that will disprove both the selfshippers and shippers and all their rhetoric, all their Hc's, and leave us all in a big disappointment. For example to give him a really random female partner. Or I would like him to write a characterization where he really doesn't care about everyone and throws them into the fire, where he thinks about himself and his life instead of thinking about them, where he focuses on himself, where he is truly selfish. Then we wouldn't have to see discourses, dramas and fights like "Levi cared about X the most" "He did this and that for X" "Levi doesn't have a canon ship, but if he did it would be X"

*sighs heavily*

I don’t know what to tell you, Anon. If my reblogging and my moots bring you so much distress, you are free to block me.

I refuse to get involved with ship discourse - that’s not what I’m here for.

But I will say this: the writing I do is xreader, but I love to read and view Levi in many forms - canon and AU, eruri, LeviHan, and everything in between. I’ll be sure to make that clear on my ‘About Me’ page.

I love my moots’ writing and art, and will continue to reblog anything that I find beautiful or pleasing to me. Because that, dear Anon, is why I am here.

[subskz]

>:3c

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Listen... he deserves to be a pillow princess. Like, i'd imagine he'd only be a pillow princess if he was super super tired or stressed and just wants to be doted, cared for, and spoiled (which is rare bc we all know that he's a giver)

But his shy whines and whimpers as you ride him? Wanting you to kiss him, kiss his tears, hold his hands, and politely asking you if he can suck on your fingers or chest... (just thinking abt it is making me, to quote Grindset, "chew on the metal bars in my enclosure.") His big teary eyes and big pout on his lips :((

~~~

On the other hand...

What'd he'd be like riding your strap

Maybe he's been a bit bratty, maybe he's earned himself a nice lil reward, but regardless he is riding you..

The little noises he's making while bouncing plus knowing how he sounds when he whines [insert very long compilation video of channie whining here </3] he's such a noisy puppy frfr...

~~~

just wanna kiss his lips and just make him whine and yelp </3

here’s the clip if anyone else would like irreversible dmg done to the chemical makeup of their brain 😓 how can you just propose pillow princess chan and expect me to go abt my day like a normal human being…thinking of how desperate he’d have to be to reach that point, so vulnerable and needy that for once he just lets himself be pampered and cared for like he deserves ㅠㅠ

sleepy, pouty, teary-eyed channie watching you w an adoring half-lidded gaze is such a devastating visual…poor baby can’t even think of anything other than how good and loved he feels, it overwhelms him to tears in no time </3 all his usual begging for you to let him satisfy you is nowhere to be found, he’s nothing but cute gasps of your name and whiny pleas for you to keep going…he could get anything his heart desires when he looks and sounds so helpless for you. and god the instant his mouth is occupied he’d be a goner…nothing but muffled, blissful hums from him bc he is too far-gone to speak properly. he might feel guilty abt it later but in that moment he needs all your love and attention on him

the video 😭 channie’s room is seriously just a goldmine for him making the most questionable sounds he is so vocal it hurts. and exactly lmaoo thanks to that we have a very good idea of the kinds of sounds he makes, between his cute huffs of effort and his whimpers of pleasure he’d be making noises nonstop w every bounce…don’t know whether to coo over how hard he’s working or to tease him for being such a loud whiny puppy

[wint3r-h3art]

how do you think namor would react to you turning away from him when you’re cuddling? he would be so comfortable and sleepy until u turn and shift away from him. LMAOO i think he’d be like 🤨 tf u doin??? get yo ass back here NEOW👇

and my fav tenoch pics to help u feel better 💞💞💞

He will pull you in and make sure you’re in his embrace. Like you’re trying to escape his cuddling because his body heat 💀 but he’s needy and he wants to feel you, so now you have to suffer his warmth 🤭 I like to think that he pulls you in by your ass when you keeps moving away from him and he’s just 😤

Needy Namor will always be needy and whiny, and determined👏👏👏