#move over 🙆‍♀️

[screampied]

imma pretend like you didn't say hakari was fine😇anywayssss!!

HES SEXY. where has he been all my life. i need to write something for him asap i can u don’t understand 💔💔💔💔

[norry-yippee]

IM BACK !!!

i need more autistic regulus headcannons <333

Yippee! Hi, lovely

So this might be long but I’ll start with he makes everyone feel like they are speaking in code, James will ask him to watch this movie with him(wanting to spend time with him) and Rgeulus while wanting to spend time with James says no bc he doesn’t want to watch the movie(etc. etc.), it makes James feel crazy at first till he learns how to communicate it properly.

He has a lot of sensory quirks; pants that are tight, shirts that go up his neck, only one hand being wet(he has to wet the other one before drying them), hair on his body especially when it runs against clothes(I have this and it SUCKS bro), and like food with slimy textures (pudding, yogurt, jello’s with other things in the to add texture).

He can make eye contact and he does but he overthinks it like crazy; which eye to look at, how long to hold it, what expressions he is make, what expressions others make and what they mean. I feel like he wouldn’t be great at reading facial expressions unless the person is like actively laughing or crying.

Everything has always felt a bit unfamiliar or foreign to him. He constantly feels out of place even when surrounded by loved ones, and while this gets better with time it never goes away.

He has very strict rules with himself; the way he does things and his routines as he moves about life, and when these routines get messed up his hole day is off because he doesn’t know how to return to his normal.

He has a lot of meltdowns, is that the right word(?), idk but that’s how I’ll phrase it. When he has these he can’t stop crying, his sensory issues skyrocket, he feels a bunch of pent up energy in his body. And shutdowns(?) where he feels tired and kinda sick and tired, especially after long social interactions.

He struggles joining in conversations. He doesn’t know what the right thing to say or the right time to join is. So he sits there with quiet words coming and stopping till someone notices him. And then when he goes home he constantly rethinks it.

And finally he is constantly talking way too loud to the point that it annoys people or way too quiet to where no one can hear him(he leans toward quiet most of the time) and he thinks over it a lot; all the times he said thank you or a compliment and the person didn’t hear him so he just seemed rude, or when he says things way too loud and ruins the vibe. He really only talks in a normal speaking voice when he is in a comfortable space.

We love you Reg 🙆‍♀️

This might not make sense or relate to a lot of other people but it does to me so I’ll leave it here

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

Imagine g!p Natasha always being the dominant one, doesn't ever let Reader near her ass or take charge in the bedroom. Natasha being such an asshole to reader one day that readers had enough. She buys a strap on, one that's larger and thicker than Natashas cock.

Reader coming home later that night and seeing Natasha sound asleep in their bed, nothing but Calvin Klein boxers on. Reader slipping on the harness and grabbing a bottle of lube from their bedside table, she climbs onto the bed and slowly pulls Nats boxers down to her knees and lifts her stubborn girlfriend by the hips. She admires her ass, spreading her cheeks and groaning at how delicious her asshole looks.

Reader spitting on her girlfriends asshole before rubbing her fingers around the tight hole, readers clit throbbing with anticipation. She leans down and runs her tongue over Nats needy hole, careful to not wake up her girlfriend. Reader finally pushing two fingers into Natasha to stretch her out and chuckling when nat pushes back against readers fingers "don't like things in your ass? Such a filthy liar." Reader groans out as Nats asshole sucks her fingers in further.

Cute little whimpers leave a sleeping Nats mouth. Reader finally has enough, pulling her fingers out before spreading Nats ass cheeks wide and rolling her hips forward so her strap on rubs against Nats asshole. Finally pushing into her girlfriend. Natasha cries out as the thick cock glides into her. Her hands gripping the sheets, her breath coming out in pants.

"You're going to be a good little slut and let me play with your asshole Tasha." Before reader starts pounding into her girlfriend. After that night, Natasha is the biggest anal slut around. Always wants reader to eat her ass out, fuck her ass or stuff her with the butt plug so she's always full.

Fuck just thinking about fucking Natashas ass is 🙆‍♀️ id give anything to make her an anal slut for me.

-🪅

Ooohhh, you're on a roll today!

Imagine how cute she would look after that night... Wanting you to do it again, but too shy to ask... so one day you come home and she's already waiting for you on all fours, a plug stuffed in her ass.

And your fingers circling her hole when you're sucking her cock drive her crazy. You tease her with them, never sinking them in, until she begs.

She cums so hard with you - knuckles deep in her ass and her cock down your throat. It's just the best.

A vibrating plug inside her while she's fucking you makes her go feral and she can't stop until she's too exhausted to even move, not caring that you're both overstimulated.

Sometimes, she likes to sleep with the plug in, that way, she wakes up even hornyer than usual and she wakes you, already pulling your panties down.

In general she's super happy that you decided to surprise her that night.

[ziegenkind094]

Your art is so incredible. especially your aftg art—they are filled with so much beauty and so much soul. I adore your messy rendering style and your freehand lines. I hope you don't mind but I have the jeanneilkevin trio art as my home screen and I love staring at it for minutes on end. you capture them so perfectly and so beautifully, and your art style is so unique and so ziegenkind094. that beautiful balance between mute tones and vibrant, that little pop of color in the hair and wherever else... the absolute life in your art as you draw people so naturally.

I like to interpret the trio art as Neil being out in the white as he has accepted his fate and moves towards a better future, even with all its shortcomings. Kevin sits by similarly, but a small amount of darkness lingers, because the trauma will be difficult to stop remembering. Jean sits in a darkness that seems to be fading, showing his difficult past and the memories he thinks he can never forget. but he turns towards them, secretly hoping to be like them, free despite trapped. a spark of jealousy that he hates himself for, deems himself undeserving of such a luxurious yet horrible emotion. how his forever partner glances at him, and he sees the what ifs.

I'm not sure if you meant anything by the background choices, but regardless you did something 🌸🌸 forever my favourite ziegenkind094 art, amongst many others.

it's so embarrassing how much I'm gushing over you and your art so I'm going to go as anon. I hope your days are filled with endless joy and peace. I hope you'll forever find happiness in the art you create, and I hope you'll forever give us the honour of seeing it in all its glory.

Thank you so, so much for taking the time out of your day to send this lovely message, dear anon. I kept it in my inbox for a while and read it many times, especially when I needed a pick-me-up. It means the world to me. ❤️ And I'm so happy that someone realized the symbolism in this drawing! I usually don't pay a lot of attention to such things, but this time I did and it's great when people notice. 🙆‍♀️

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Hallo 🙋‍♀️

I realize I haven't posted here in quite some time!!

Am I braindead? Always 💅 Am I abandonning this fandom? No, simply taking a mental break 🙆‍♀️ What's up? I'm in Baldur's Gate 3 brainrot hell and I'm LIVING FOR IT. 💃 (I shitpost a lot on Twitter)

I've straightened up a lot of priorities in the last few months: - Commissions are now forever closed. No more. Never. Nada. I am absolutely done with it. The last few ones I did over the last few months made me realize that I do not enjoy drawing for others anymore unless it's for shits and giggles, or a trade with friends. (no, do not try to be my friend to get free art. been there, done that)

- I am revisiting my deep love for medieval fantasy stuff. That is where I've always felt more creative and generally inspired. The last few drawings I did and texts I've written really reflect that. (I do plan on continuing some of my tmnt fics tho, that's for sure)

- I do not see the need to push content as much over the years. I am satisfied with doing things for myself, and frankly I've been gaining less and less traction over time because of how sporadically I post in general. The internet is really strange now with its algorithms and views and "for you" pages, etc. BLEHRG. If people find my stuff and like it, good for them. Otherwise, I post for myself or just don't post at all 🤷‍♀️ as long as I'm happy, that's what matters.

- Not gonna lie, I'm also doing this to prepare myself mentally to not be so dependant of the internet and having my sole source of happiness come from it. My partner and I have some plans for the future - some which involve actually starting a family - so I know the internet cannot be a priority.

- My career is taking a lot of twists and turns. I am more involved in the video game development sphere and I'm aiming for roles up high in management. Things are moving fast this year and I might get where I want to be sooner than later. That is going to take a lot of my time and energy. So any free time I have, I want it to be for ME.

So uhhhhhhh, that's the big lines I guess. I see lots of drama on the internet and I will have none of that. I'll stay in my bubble and enjoy my stuff however I want. I'll post stuff to make people laugh 'cause the world is so ugly and sad these days. We need some sunshine 💜

Love you all 💜

[here2bbtstrash]

announcement - ko-fi launch! ✨

hello my babes and friends 💕 i hope you all are having a fabulous new year thus far! i am coming to you with an announcement that i am equal parts excited and nervous to make! deep breath, okay~

if you want the (very) long version (y'all know how i am) i put alllllll the words under the cut, but i'll keep it short and sweet up here!

TLDR: i'm moving! and to help fund my efforts, i'm launching a TEMPORARY ko-fi donation page where y'all can send me a little cash if you feel so inclined, because this shit ain't cheap. please do NOT feel obligated to donate if you don't want to or aren't able, and understand that there are zero perks or rewards for sending me any amount in donation - except for the knowledge that you've helped your local orgasm dealer in her efforts to start her life over. 🤍

if you feel inclined to help out, you can do so at my ko-fi via this link - i will also link it in my bio thru june 1st, after which i plan to shut the page down (or when i'm done moving, whichever comes first lmao)

whether you donate or not, please know i adore you with all the horny love in my gay little heart, and i will never be able to properly express how grateful i am that you all exist and that we found each other 💜

keep reading for extremely boring personal life details 😂

as some of you may know because i absolutely like, live-tweeted my way through it, lmfao... i got out of a long-term relationship in the middle of 2022. LONGGGG term, 5.5 years, a relationship where we shared a home and got a kitten and talked about marriage and said we'd be together forever like it was a done deal. and then, it wasn't. which has been - and continues to be - really fucking hard! even though i know it was the right call, ultimately.

and the thing is, ever since that call was made, i feel like my life has been... stuck. on pause. i'm still in the same house, just without that person, without their stuff, and without my kitten (ugh 😭). i still live in the same town, and it's a town i never planned on settling down in, i just moved here for school and by the time i graduated, i somehow had a full-time job and a long-term partner and a year-long lease.

but... now i don't have that partner. now my lease is month-to-month. now the job is fully remote, and they've confirmed they have no problems with me picking up and moving wherever i want. and i've realized over the last 7 months, that i do want. i want to un-stick, to stop feeling like i have one foot in my past and one foot in my future: in short, i really, really want to get the hell out of here.

and i do know where i want to go, i'm certain of it, though for safety reasons i don't feel comfortable sharing that information just yet 💜 but the catch is, it's... over 500 miles away from where i am now - and that is a big and fucking expensive move to sort out 🥴

so! i'm taking a chance and doing a thing i never do (to a fault) and that is - ask for help. allow people to help me, lmao. and i'm doing that by setting up a ko-fi page, where anyone who has both the desire and the means to send me some cash is welcome to.

please keep in mind that this is completely, completely optional, and i really don't plan on mentioning it much after this because i don't want to make anyone who can't give feel bad. because you shouldn't! and if money's tight, or you just don't want to, or whatever - then don't! keep on enjoying the extremely free porn, and please know that i have zero intention of ever putting my writing behind a paywall.

and just to be clear: there is no reward, perk, or special thing you get for donating, so please don't ask. no, it will not encourage me to fill your request. no, i don't take commissions. if you donate and then try to hold it over my head i will refund your money because - i'm good.

however, if you do feel so inclined 🙆‍♀️ - if there's a fic living in your head that you'd like to start paying rent on, or in the words of hali, if i've ever made you wet and you want to pay the water bill (💀💀💀) - you can do so at my ko-fi via this link. i deeply deeply deeply appreciate any amount that anyone is able to give, even just a dollar! (and pls note the email address and info associated with my linked accounts is not my real name, so apologies to anyone who had a grand plan to dox me lmfao)

the page will be live thru june 1st (if i finish moving before then, i'll take it down sooner!) - i think i've stated multiple times on this blog that i work a full-time job that pays me enough to live on, and i would not feel comfortable accepting donations full-time if i didn't have this specific (and expensive 😵‍💫) goal in mind. if by some ridiculously good turn i end up receiving more funds raised than i need, i'll donate the difference to charity and share a screenshot here 💜

alright, i think i've rambled plenty. thank you all, sincerely: whether you end up donating, or reading this lengthy-ass post, or even if you did neither and you're just here. thank you. it might sound dramatic, but i do think having this blog helped save my life in 2022, and now... i'm excited to start my life in 2023, with this fresh start. SHE'S PULLING A LDOMLT READER Y'ALL EVERYBODY LOOK OUT!!! ✈️

[dojae-huh]

https://twitter.com/cosmochiatto/status/1741753767538901054?t=5HKMZNSs1gZPXfY7QntrVQ&s=19

Let's put aside all the logic and reasoning for a moment... Tae got really close to Johnny, and I think the reason for it might be because of Dy. Don't scold me, let me explain... If there's even a tiny 0.1% chance that Ty had a romantic crush on Dy, I believe Johnny must have noticed it or Ty might have even told Johnny about it. And maybe that's why they became so much closer. 🙆‍♀️🤦‍♀️ Please don't say I have the potential to write a fanfic... this has been on my mind for a while. I don't know why, but every time I see them together, I get this vibe... Another thing that disappointed me was that I was hoping for a Dotae hug for New Year, like Ty did in 2020. But instead, he went to Johnny and gave him a backhug in a more affectionate way... so I thought, "Aah... this is real. They've definitely become closer." And the reason might be Dy, haha... I don't want to ask this because I know you don't think Ty and Johnny are gay... but what if... just a 0.1% chance... what if they... do you think they could be a perfect match like Jeado?

Link The hug

Wasn't this show prerecorded? That NY DoTae hug really happened on NY, I think (?).

Anyway. When I saw that hug I thought that JohnYong shippers finally got some proper shippery content, heh. Indeed, the two have become more visible in 2023.

To answer your question: no. Both TaeDo and JohnYong would make bad couples in my opinion. Johnny is friendly with Tae and lets Tae be clingy, they support each other, but you can see how Johnny has troubles really clicking with Tae. The problem is that both of them want to be the centre of attention. When Johnny has to play "the parent" and indulge playful Tae, he is the one bestowing attention, showing patience, not the one getting it.

If you observe JohnDo, you'll notice how much it is about Johnny demanding Do to pay him attention, singling him out, fighting off the competition.

You can often see Yuta and Taeyong being playful silly men. On the other hand, Johnny vibes with Jungwoo, but not with Taeyong.

Both Taeyong and Doyoung close off in their rooms when they have a hard time, which irritates Johnny.

Johnny is closer to Ten than Taeyong.

127 neos have known each other over 10 years, so of course they have each other's back. And you'll see them doing cozy lives and going on "dates". Being friends is different from being lovers though. Johnny moved out from the 5th floor before the leaze was over and the rest left the building.

I think Johnny needs a less complicated person than Tae, someone to be spontaneous with, full of vigor and joy. Remember how Taeyong described Doyoung as his glass cover (that protects the rose), how he said he need guiadance and help from other people, how he talks about fighting off inner demons, not being enough, etc. How relieved he was in SuperM to have three hyungs taking care of him. Tae needs a pillar in a partner.

[here2bbtstrash]

BLESS THE HORNY HEADCANONS MAY THEY LIVE FOREVER 🙆‍♀️

honestly jade i have read this several times since you posted it including as we know in the target checkout line look i am so very fine and normal y'all and i still don't know that i can summon the words to do this justice. like my love, you truly outdid yourself - which is saying something bc i love everything you write - but for real you actually POPPED OFF with this one WHAT THE HELL

the writing style and voice you chose to use here had me in a chokehold from the very first line and never ONCE let up. like i want to quote my favorite parts back to you but it would just? be? all of it??

god i'm so obsessed w the premise for this in part because it's me, hi, i'm the one regularly phoning in my sexts when in reality i'm on my couch eating takis and doing my duolingo lesson for the day 👋 but also bc an angry-horny-dom hobi is just!!!! TRULY THE DREAM 🥵

AND I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE YOU PUT 'AREN'T YOU CURIOUS?' IN HERE LIKE THAT'S JUST A THING I COULD READ AND BE NORMAL ABOUT! EXCUSE YOU!!!! STRAIGHT TO JAIL FOR THAT!!!!!

woof this was delicious smutty perfection from start to finish and i will never ever ever move on. y'all can just bury this fic with me when i die because i'm never getting over it. THANK you for this GIFT!!! 😩💜

liar, liar (jhs)

Hoseok suspects that you’re “phoning it in” while sexting and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t call your bluff.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x AFAB!Reader Type: Smut (18+ — EXPLICIT — MINORS DNI!) Word Count: 5K CW: Hoseok POV; cocky, fuckbuddy!Hoseok; soooo much teasing; masturbation with an audience (f); oh, the dirty talk; unprotected sex (p in v); Hoseok hits it from the back; overstimulation; squirting; multiple orgasms, etc. A/N: Inspired by some of the responses to @here2bbtstrash’s horny headcanon ask game 😈 Specifically, this and this.

Hoseok is a lot of things: a connoisseur with a dutifully refined palate; an archivist, collecting your artful nudes in a museum only his face can unlock; an absolute demon in his sexual prime. What Hoseok isn’t is a much shorter list: a goddamn idiot, though you seem to be taking him for one.

He’s not sure how he knows it — maybe he has a sixth sense for this sort of thing — but when he reads your text, telling him how wet you are for him, that’s not the way he pictures you.

Little liar that you are, Hoseok suspects that you’re half-awake in bed, going through the motions while some mindless drama plays in the background. In fact, if he knows you the way he thinks he does, you’re probably elbow-deep in a bag of kkobuk chips.

To your credit, you don’t make it obvious — not in your words, that is. You describe in poetically pornographic detail what you claim to want to do to him; and he’d be lying if he said his joggers weren’t growing increasingly tight with every little obscenity you send his way. You made one mistake, though, and Hoseok can’t let it go.

He could pick your disastrously thick, downright bite-worthy ass out of a lineup — and he knows that the picture you just sent him is one you’ve sent before.

It takes a minute for him to force his eyes off your supple skin and throw himself out of his bed, but Hoseok eventually manages. He tugs on a shirt, then a jacket for good measure, and then he stalks off towards the door to his apartment. Shoes on and keys in hand, he’s on his way to you before he can think once, let alone twice.

When he hits the sidewalk, it’s the fury of a fuck buddy scorned that propels him up four blocks to your place. Then, desperation and aching balls force him to skip the usual, friendly conversation with your doorman as he breaches your apartment building. Finally, with a bit of menace — for zest — his knuckles rap against your door. His jaw is clenched and twitching slightly when you finally answer, looking good enough to eat in your baggy sweatpants and shocked expression.

“Jay?” You squeak out your little nickname for him. Cute. Your frenzied hands then fly up to scrape fly-aways back into the bun sitting crooked on the top of your head. “What are you doing here? My place is a mess right now. I’m a mess right now — I wasn’t expecting company.”

Hoseok smirks, revels in the fact that he’s caught you red-handed, and slips past you into your apartment. Before your brain can catch up to this turn events, he gazes at you through narrowed eyes while his head cocks to one side. At first, he says nothing. He simply lets you simmer; make-up free cheeks burning maroon while your dumbstruck mouth hangs slightly open.

“So,” he snips. Your knees wobble a bit under the heat of his gaze; he knows exactly what it does to you when he plays up the assertive attitude. "It would seem that we’ve got a credibility problem, petal.”

Your mouth closes, but your eyes grow wider with the practiced, twinkling innocence only a guilty person can sell. Hoseok can hear the gears turning in your brain as you try to think up an excuse for sexting him on autopilot. Lucky for you, he’s got all the time in the world to wait while you spin your wheels over the issue.

Lucky for him, granting you leave to answer and toying with you aren’t mutually exclusive.

When he steps closer to you, you inch away until your back bumps against the wall behind you. A tiny gasp escapes; your warm breath fans out over his neck as he leans down to you. You’re not entirely chest-to-chest — not yet anyway — but the consequences your actions had on him earlier are still palpable. He knows you can feel it, too, nudging the space just above your hip bone.

Hoseok, ever the tease, takes the hem of your t-shirt between his thumb and middle finger. Running the tips along the seam there, he tugs so lightly that the movement barely registers. Even still, it’s enough pressure to make your nipples peak through the fabric — just like he’d hoped. Meanwhile, your eyes shake as you stare, unblinking, up at him.

You are so fucking pretty when you shiver.

Pulling just a little bit harder on the end of your shirt, Hoseok leans in even closer. You push up, ever so slightly, onto your toes like you’re waiting to be kissed. He wants to indulge you — he knows you know that — but he’s determined to hold the line. You whine when he turns away at the eleventh hour so that his lips instead hover below your ear.

“You had so much to say over text,” he hums as he fidgets absently with your top. “Can’t help but feel a little neglected, honestly. Where’s all that big talk now?”

With his voice dropped low like that, Hoseok wonders if you feel it vibrate against your neck. You whimper, wordlessly confirming that you do. When he eliminates whatever remains of the distance between you, the tip of his nose bumps your jaw at the same time his swollen dick presses more firmly against your abdomen. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of you swallowing down a moan.

He smirks as you shift. You’re subtle with it, but he knows what you’re trying to do — sidle up closer, get his lips to finally touch your skin. On any other day, you’d win him over in a heartbeat. You’d get him now if you used those honeyed words of yours in person.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts with a disapproving click of his tongue. Doubling down, he holds his hands up and out to the side where you can see them but not touch them, “Not laying a finger on you until you speak up.”

You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth as the tip of his nose once again prods your jaw. Now, that won’t do. “Not gonna give you my lips, or teeth, or tongue, either, if you can’t say that same filthy shit with your whole chest.”

What he does give you is a microscopic roll of his hips. There’s hardly friction at all — no relief. Maddeningly, it just compounds that dull ache you cursed him with. The only benefit Hoseok reaps from that tiny movement is the pout that blossoms on your face when you realize:

Playing stupid games wins you stupid prizes.

“Aren’t you curious?” His gaze drops to your lips for half a moment — long enough for you notice — then his eyes raise again to bore into yours. “About how good you could have it if you weren’t just going through the motions?”

You finally open your mouth. All he gets is his last initial, drawn out and quiet, but still so needy.

“Jay.”

“Nah,” he laughs darkly. The corner of his mouth pulls up into that smug, lopsided smile he knows will fuck you right up. “I’m Hoseok to you tonight, petal — and I don’t give a shit about the state of your apartment, or whether or not you shaved your legs.”

Your frown deepens when he backs away, but goddamn, does your face light up when he starts walking in the direction of your bedroom.

With how expressive you are, you’re unbelievably easy to tease. Any reaction Hoseok could ever want from you is broadcasted in an instant all over your sweet face. He has to bite back an endeared grin before he glances back at you over his shoulder — only to find that you’re still holding the wall up.

“Cat got your tongue and your legs? Damn!”

He’s already crossing the threshold into your bedroom when you finally take your cue to follow him. That adorable, confused crease reappears between your eyebrows when he goes for your vanity instead of the bed set up on the opposite side of your room. Grabbing the stool, he pulls it out and sits down. He then gestures languidly with his palm extended, silently inviting you to sit across from him on the edge of your mattress.

Abundantly cautious, you quietly study his face as you sink down onto your unmade bed. Your voice drips with suspicion when you ask, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Hoseok chuckles with a shake of his head and an admittedly devilish grin. He runs his palms over the thighs of his joggers, praying he’ll be able to shed them soon — just not too soon. “That’s precisely the point, petal.”

His words clearly haven’t sunk in yet, so you cross your arms over your chest and one leg over the other. Then, you wait — albeit not patiently — for an explanation he’s not going to offer.

Hoseok tilts his head to the side as he stares back at you. On the nights when you actually expect to see him, you tend to be more dolled up than you are now. He understands that, but he can’t figure out what you meant when you called yourself a mess. You may not be wearing the fatal lingerie from that recycled photo, but that fact doesn’t make him want to unwrap the gift in front of him any less.

Doesn’t make him want to tease you any less, either.

“Well, then,” he starts simply with a shrug, “Show me.”

You might be genuinely puzzled by this, but then again, you might be fucking with him now, too. You swallow, blink back at him all slow and cute. “Show you what, exactly?”

Hoseok leans back against your vanity and rests his elbows on the tabletop. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he answers, and the way your hungry eyes follow its path isn’t lost on him. Though he won’t show his cards just yet, he’s dying to give you every sick little thing you want — so long as you open that pretty mouth of yours and speak it into existence.

Until then, he’s prepared to coax it out of you.

“Show me how you want me to touch you.”

Your eyebrows raise. That cotton candy blush sweeps over your cheeks again and it takes a conscious effort not to palm his own dick through his pants. He wonders if you taste like cotton candy, too.

A few moments stagger past while the two of you sit at an impasse, simply staring at one another in tension-riddled silence. He’s determined not to buckle, though that little pout of yours would normally have him on his knees by now. He’ll gladly be your toy any other night of the week, but this time, he’s not backing down.

With a tiny huff, you stand up on wobbly knees. Your arms cross over your stomach as you reach for the hem of your shirt, then you pull them back up slowly, taking your shirt with them. It’s not a sight he’ll ever get tired of — not one he ever takes for granted, either — watching the way your tits bounce when their only covering slips up and away.

When it really comes down to it, though, it’s what comes next that really turns him feral.

Your nimble fingers work out the knotted drawstring at the waistband of your sweatpants; Hoseok is all but drooling with anticipation. No late night photo of your ass could ever replicate the effect that the real thing has on him. There’s no comparison, no substitute. He groans without meaning to when that thick fabric slides down your silky thighs and lands with a muffled sound at your feet.

As he suspected, there’s no black lace to be found underneath. Hoseok feels validated, but more importantly, he feels his dick twitch against the confines of his pants when he sees the faint gloss of arousal on the upper-most part of your inner thighs. He tears his eyes away and follows your legs all the way down when you bend to pull your discarded sweats off your ankles.

He’s not sure if he’s capable of speech, so he doesn’t instruct you further. Instead, he opts to observe with a clenched jaw as you sit down on the edge of your bed. Once your bare ass meets the duvet, you push yourself back until there’s enough room for your legs. Your heels come to rest in front of you, but you keep your knees together — still hiding.

Really, he’s on the brink of begging. Hoseok can’t let it show, though. He fixes his dark-eyed stare on you and smirks, hoping one look is enough to prompt those perfect legs to spread. When they actually do, he swallows down a growl.

Fuck.

Your face and your pussy are tied for first, both the most angelic thing Hoseok’s ever fucking seen. Inside his mouth, he captures his tongue between the tips of his teeth to keep it to himself. There isn’t a part of you he doesn’t want to savor. Nowhere on your body he doesn’t want to nip at, suckle and mark.

Leaning your weight onto one hand, you slide the other down your navel. Then, his eyes follow it as it trails over the soft hair he’s told you a thousand times he doesn’t mind; but which is likely the reason you look so self-conscious now. Your hand stops to rest just above your clit and Hoseok doesn’t know if it’s nerves or showmanship that justifies the pause.

“Go on,” he sounds casual when he says it as if this isn’t killing him any less than it is you. “Prove that you meant what you say.”

Finally. Movement.

The tip of your middle finger dips down between your folds, and Hoseok can hear how thoroughly you’ve drenched yourself. He can hear your little mewls, too, as your fingertip wades through your wet heat, then travels back up to your clit. Slow spirals follow, underscored by breathy moans.

“Shit,” you sigh as your eyes flutter and your head falls back. Is that really all you’ve got to say? You push up slightly onto your heels, swirl your hips in microscopic circles opposite to your finger’s ministrations.

Hoseok knows it’s not enough for you. Your greedy pussy is screaming for more; he hears it loud and clear from his spot several meters away. It begs to be filled, knuckle-deep, and craves teasing pressure at an angle that’s difficult for you to meet on your own. He doesn’t move to help you, though. He just lets you try to mimic the way his longer digits make you feel.

It’s frustrating, sitting there with his hands kept to himself. If he’s not going to wield them against you, his only other instinct is tend to the painfully hard dick leaking pre-cum inside his boxers. Unfortunately, it’s your touch he wants, not his own. Maybe if he gets you talking, you’ll unravel faster and earn a reward.

“I wanna see you finger-fuck yourself,” Hoseok’s gruff voice surprises you and causes your doe eyes to snap open. They lock in on his face, clearly flustered by his assertiveness. “Stretch that pretty pussy for me, petal. Need to know you can take it when I finally let you have my cock.”

You sound like an angel when you sigh like that. Hoseok grits his teeth and swallows hard. It dawns on him then that he may be torturing himself more than he’s torturing you. Every muscle in his body is threatening to mutiny, but he refuses to indulge their cries to move. Thankfully, you do.

As your finger penetrates your hole for the first time, Hoseok’s can’t decide which sound is his favorite: the moan that starts in the depths of your chest and only builds as it exits your mouth, or the squelch of your cunt as you tease yourself. Maybe it’s the slight squeak of the bed frame when you begin to grind down against your hand, pushing your finger in deeper towards your detonator and increasing the pressure of the heel of your hand against your clit.

You whimper his name and that settles it — that little plea is the best noise he’s ever heard. “H-Hoseok!”

At this point, he’d be quick to soothe you, rush over to gift you that orgasm you’re so desperately chasing. Instead, he stays planted in his seat, tilts his head to the side, and hums fondly, “Yes, petal? You wanna cum?”

He gets an eager, desperate nod in response which is nowhere near good enough. Please just learn your lesson so he can fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Just — “Tell me, then. I’ve read your bark; show me your bite.”

You add a second finger, and your head drops forward. The pace increases and — fuck — you’re gushing. Your arousal catches the light as it drips down the length of your fingers and pools in the palm of your hand.

Please, please, please just say what you need.

“Agh!” Your frustration peaks and you wail, panting. A sheen of sweat breaks out on your forehead, matching the slick on your collarbones. “Want to cum. Fuck, I — ah! — I need to cum so fucking bad, Hoseok, p-please. I want to feel you in my stomach. I — mmnh — need you to fill me.”

Hoseok has options. He could continue to sit there, watching you fall apart, and try not to cream his fucking pants. He could break his cardinal rule and impale you on his dick before making you cum twice first. Or, he could tag you out; take care of you and guide you right off the edge.

He gets to his feet before he even settles on a plan. The distance between you closes quickly, and then he wraps his hand around your straining wrist. You crash back against the mattress with relief washing over you face — and you have no idea what that aid is going to look like. He settles on his knees, one between yours and the other on the outside of your right leg.

“Got you, petal,” Hoseok murmurs.

His left hand cradles the back of your neck and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. As he does, his right hand slips between your thighs. You moan into his open mouth, and he swallows it. He accepts your tongue without resistance, too; the same way your pussy takes his middle and ring fingers. Thoroughly soaked, he bottoms out quickly at the knuckles.

Immediately, he angles his fingers upright, presses the tips against your g-spot, and sets a punishing pace. The babbling that pulls from you is barely louder than current below, but Hoseok gives credit where it’s due: You cry out, clear as a bell, “G-gonna make me cum all over your fingers. Feel so f-fucking good!”

And you do, hard. Your release spills over his hand and soaks the sheet underneath you as you writhe underneath him.

Hoseok kisses you, deep and desperate, but he can’t stop there. He presses his forehead against yours, looks you dead in the eye, and then he begs, “One more, petal. Gimme one more and then I’ll fuck you stupid, I promise.”

You clench your jaw tightly and nod. Thankfully, you don’t make him wait long. He watches your eyes screw shut, then your mouth fall open. When your second orgasm rips through you, you’re too far gone to make a sound. On otherwise dead air, it’s just the flurry of expletives tumbling out of Hoseok’s mouth and the river he’s fucked out of you.

When the aftershocks eventually peter out, you slump back on top of your doused duvet. You throw an arm over your face as you attempt to catch your breath. While you do, Hoseok’s hand finds a new occupation in caressing the curve of your hip. You can’t see the pride in his smile, but it’s there.

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard you say cum out loud before,” He grins. Your move your arm just slightly, but it’s enough for him to see the one eye you’ve cracked open to glare at him. He gently and repeatedly taps your hip bone with the pad of his thumb until your face dissolves into a hard-fought smile. “Hot as fuck, in case you were wondering.”

You give up your hiding place and let your arm drop down beside you. Better still, you raise an eyebrow and hum, “I wasn’t, but d’you wanna know what I am wondering?”

Hoseok captures your lips in another kiss, though he doesn’t linger the way he wants to. “Sure fuckin’ do,” he says on a weighty exhale. He means it; he’s dying to hear whatever it is you’re about to say.

It’s difficult with the way you’ve melted into your bed, but you still manage to tilt your head to the side. Though he can’t know for sure, Hoseok suspects that the way your tongue glides over your kiss-bitten lips is payback for the way he’d looked at you earlier. He’s certain that this little tease looks far better on you than on anyone else — himself included.

As you speak, you pinch the hem of his shirt between your thumb and middle finger. You trace the seam, tug it with a force that barely makes the fabric flutter but still threatens to knock him out. Shit, the toll you take on him when you use his own actions against him…

“Tell me why you’re not naked yet, Hoseok,” you drawl, letting the last syllable click in your mouth. The wicked glint in your eyes makes his dick twitch; he knows you felt it jump on the top of your thigh. “You gonna fuck me stupid, or are you a liar, too?”

In a frenzy, he grabs both sides of your face and kisses you hard. You open your mouth against his, keening as he licks into your mouth. It’s now that he realizes he was right about something else, too: there’s a faint taste of kkobuk chips that barely registers when his tongue savors yours.

With a melodramatic gasp, he pulls away in order to point an accusatory finger at you, “I fucking knew it!”

It’s clear by the slight furrow of your brows that you have no idea what he’s talking about. In short order, you ignore the self-satisfied grin he’s wearing. Then, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. You pull a growl out of him in the process, “Goddamn it. I love it when you do that.”

“Hoseok!” You whine as your restless hands paw at his still-clothed chest. The pout he loves so much takes up residency on your face, shuts him right up. “Clothes off! Please, please, please — I’m dying here.”

He, a bastard, blinks down at you with the most convincing bemusement he can muster at a time like this. He asks, “Dying? For what?”

You don’t bother to respond with words this time. Lips pursed with effort, you wrap your arms around him tight and pull him all the way down on top of you. Undeterred by the weight of his body on yours, your unchecked arousal empowers you to roll until you’ve got him pinned on his back beneath you.

That look in your eyes — that feral one, where your pupils swallow up your irises — tells him everything he needs to know. He lets your rabid hands rip his shirt over his head; his hands drop down until his thumbs hook under the waistbands of his joggers and boxers in tandem. Before he can begin to tug them down, you swat his hands away and take over.

“Shit,” he hums, impressed, “Did I awaken something in you, petal?”

You shoot him a smirk and the way his unrestrained dick leaps at the sight of you makes Hoseok consider the possibility that you’re telekinetic. Amusement clear on your face, you lift a hand to run the top of your index finger along the vein trailing down his length. You shrug, suddenly nonchalant, “You wanna sit here and discuss it, or do you wanna feel that cock twitch inside of me?”

Oh, fuck.

Now unspeakably eager, Hoseok sits up until he’s face to face with you. “Turn around,” he instructs, and you listen.

Once you’re on your knees with your back to him, you lean forward and stretch your arms out on the mattress in front of you. As you wait, head down and perfect ass up, Hoseok is momentarily hypnotized by the subtle way you swivel your hips. The way your cheeks jiggle, even with the slightest shift.

“Liar and a tease,” he sucks his teeth. “You really wanna be my downfall, don’t you, petal?”

You bend your neck to look over your shoulder at him, knowing full well that he dies a thousand times whenever you stare up at him from under your lashes like that. Jesus Christ, you’re a dream. He’d pinch himself, but he doesn’t have the time; you reach back between your spread legs and take his dick in your hand.

Rolling your wrist, you work his tip at a goddamn snail’s pace like you want him to drop dead behind you. He’s unable to keep from groaning, and he can’t stop his hips from rutting forward into your fist, either. You do him the favor of squeezing the crown tighter when you finally do let him go, hand sticky with pre-cum.

“Well then,” you echo his earlier statement with that familiar twinkling innocence in your eyes, “Show me how good I can have it.”

Part of Hoseok is stalling because he knows that he won’t last long. He’s been so impossibly hard for so long now, the way you grip him will have him blacked out and drooling in a matter of minutes. However, the rules he’s made for himself dictate that you have to finish three times before he gets to. And so, with that perverted sense of duty in mind, his hand picks up where yours left off.

You both groan when his tip slides through your folds — goddamn, he wants to drown in you later — but he goes mute the second he finally enters you.

“Oh, fuck. How are you thicker than last time?” you croak because you know his ego hasn’t hit the ceiling yet. Your heads slumps down towards your elbows like you’re dead already, halfway to buried in a mess of sheets. “Swear to God, I’ll get used to this someday.”

Hoseok grins even though you can’t see him do it. The pads of his thumbs find the Venus dimples sitting pretty above your ass. It’s arrogant — he knows this — but he likes to think they were made for him, placed intentionally where his hands can find them when he gets ahold of you.

Rubbing spirals at the base of your spine, he calls, “All good, petal?”

“Fuck me,” you answer.

And he does.

The first thrust tests the waters to make sure you’re actually able to comfortably take him and it’s not simply wishful thinking on your part. You’re impatient, though, and you push your hips back when his second thrust snaps forward. For a moment, Hoseok fears he’s gone blind. Thankfully, it’s temporary; just the haze that overtakes his fucked-out brain whenever he feels your velvet walls squeezing the life out of him.

You match his movements every time he grinds himself into you. Either you’re as desperate as he is to cum, or you know his unspoken rule and intend to kamikaze dive off the edge with him in tow.

Whatever your motivation is, he can’t keep his train of thought on track — not with the way your slick has coated his balls, which slap sickly against your clit when he drives himself into you; not with the sight of your ass bouncing so deliciously against his pelvis, more so the harder he fucks you.

“Thrust are getting a little sloppy there, Hoseok,” you lilt through gritted teeth. Your teasing is interrupted by a breathless moan, but you still persist, “You about to cum, baby?”

He’s holding on for dear life — to your hips, to the last shred of his resolve. He is going to cum, but not before you do.

“N-no. Could do this all night.”

You shriek when his fingers dig deeper into your doughy flesh and slam you down onto his cock; the force of your thighs colliding with his leaves him tingling.

Two things happen in such quick succession that Hoseok doesn’t have time to process them. There’s you, creaming on his cock with a wail. Then there’s you calling him a liar as your cunt flutters around him, forcing him to empty himself completely with a toe-curling groan.

Hoseok collapses in a heap behind you when he finally finds the strength to pull his still-twitching dick out of your pussy. A potent mix of your joint release spills out of you in his absence; he’s only graced with the sight of it in the split-second before you turn around and crawl back over to him. Unceremoniously, you drop yourself into the space next to him and rest your head on his heaving chest.

“So,” he sighs, thoroughly blissed. He glances down his nose at you as he gently unsticks strands of your hair from the layer of sweat on his chest. “What did we learn about mouths writing checks?”

You try to hide your smile when you roll your eyes up at him. You sound exhausted but thoroughly amused when you respond, “Ass better be able to cash them.”

Hoseok pats your ass cheek affectionately, gives it a light squeeze for good measure. “Damn straight, petal.”

[body-modzz]

Still alive

Still am moving end of the month

Still flying on Speed not sure where im going

Still got the pain of getting a baby and eventually hearing its not yours

Still not giving a flying fuck about your opinion, your pronounces or your fckjng gender issues

Still not depressed, nor suicidal or a threat to myself. Because life sucks and you will get over it. Stop drowning in selfpity you pieces of shit

Reallllly had to post that, because people are weak and I would love to 360 no scope every living being^-^

Prrrrr🙂🤷‍♀️🤸‍♀️🙆‍♀️🕺

[ujunxverse]

IM ON A GAP YEAR RN ACTUALLYYYYY JUST CHILLING AND READING AND ATTENDING CONCERT AFTER CONCERT LMAO 🙆‍♀️ ill be going to uni this fall tho and i am TERRIFIED but also VV EXCITED

PLS DONT MENTION 20 TO ME IN MY HEAD I AM STILL 16 YEARS OLD 😭 BUT BUT I ALSO. NEED. A JOB 😭😭😭 IM MOVING TO THE NETHERLANDS FOR UNI AND RENT 😭😭 ID BE RICHER IF I LIVED IN THE STREETS ATP

also I STILL WRITEEE !!! i kinda moved over to twitter/ao3 AND I WENT BACK TO WRITING SHIP FICS TOO FJWKDNBE ive kinda been working on a lot of things but i just 😭😭 cant focus on finishing ONE 😭😭😭

AND TELL ME ABOUT THE TAEHYUNxKAI WIPPPP AND SUNSUN PLSSSSS (ive lost my battle against sunghoon and have... begun to.. 🤒 bias 🤕 him...) AND SK8R BOI CHENJI 😭😭😭I AM HOLDING U TO THAT 😤😤

(I shouldve just dmed this to u fr 😭)

AWWW THAT'S SO GOOD TO HEAR !! honestly i wish i took a gap year before thrusting myself into uni :((( YOU'RE LIVING THE LIFE FR I'M SO JEALOUS AND EXTREMELY HAPPY FOR YOU FR !! CONCERT AFTER CONCERT IS A DREAM ESP IN THIS ECONOMY !!!! also omg you're lucky you get to experience frosh in first year cos it's MAGICAL FR !! like, you'll have the full package experience !! just go to the parties, let loose, and have fun while remembering to always opt out if you don't feel safe !!

LKASJDFLKASJ THE BIG TWO ZERO !!! but nah mad felt this economy is so brutal fr :"(( have you considered like a dorm ?? or does your uni not offer it ?? some of my friends who also went to school in the netherlands did student residence first, then moved out once they were able to get used to the country.

PLS YOU LEFT TUMBLR THAT'S SO GOOD FOR YOU THIS HELLSITE IS A MESS FR !! i tried my hand at ao3 but man idk what about the tagging system bothers me but ig i'm too used to tumblr ugh. LET ME KNOW ABT ALL YOUR WIPS HEHEHHE THIS IS JUST LIKE OLD TIMES FR I NEED TO KNOW BESTIE (also tell me your ao3 rn or else i'll pull up and pop pop skra skra)

omg okok so the gist of the taening fic (greenland is the title lOL) is that hyuka is from a long line of mushers (sledding dog sport) and he's a late bloomer because unlike his siblings, he grew up in hawaii, so he didn't really have time to adjust to the cold weather + has a soft spot for dogs like this mfer feels bad for keeping them on a leash LMAO. taehyun's family are polar explorers so he's used to traveling back and forth between the city and the arctic. absolutely hates it. meets hyuka as a kid and helps out the huening family take care of their huskies cos he's bored and his parents are busy doing science stuff. it's a slow burn f2l tale with soft bean hyuka who cries when taehyun yells at the dogs and taehyun having to remind hyuka that it's literally their job to be sled dogs LOL.

THE SUNSUN FIC AHHH WHERE DO I BEGIN i don't have a title for it yet but it's gonna be a soulmates!au thing where sunoo is literally obsessed with finding his soulmate and sunghoon being skeptical about that shit (this is a world where soulmates are just a superstition). sunoo is a dumbass and tries it all: tarot, crystals, palm reading, chinese numerology, sticks, and basically everything without realizing that sunghoon's right there the whole time. (also an ice skater au where sunghoon gets distracted every time he has to dance with a partner because all he sees is sunoo on his arms)

phew this was long neway may post these on my ao3 too cos ngl tumblr literally hates ship fics LOL

[hhighkey]

i was wondering if you could do general headcanon for sanemi and uzui with non-slayer (??) s/o? like she could be an ordinary citizen that they once rescued or something :D i hope it makes sense! and thank you in advance 🙆‍♀️💞✨

AN// YES! so with tengen (message me back if you want him with the wives) i’m a monogamy person so i’ll be writing him as if he doesn’t have any other partners even tho i love those 3

KNY Headcanons

DATING A NON-SLAYER

With Sanemi and Tengen

Tengen Uzui

i feel like tengen would believe in love at first sight to an extent

when he saved you from a demon one day- you stole this mans heart

he knew his job was to help people by killing demons, not staying for the aftermath but he couldn’t help himself

he made sure you received any treatment

he’d come by to visit

he wanted to know you were okay

his bright smile and flashy attitude always made you smile- besides your heart was stolen the second such a beautiful man saved your life

i imagine he’d start courting you off the bat

being very up front with his interest in you that it throws you off

“i want you to be my wife y/n!”

“you’ve only known me for three weeks?”

“we have all the time in the world to get to know each other!”

compliments galore

loves how much effort you put into everything you do

you’re serious about taking care of your hair, skin- he adores that

one time he attempted to use some of your products and you practically fought him

mani pedi dates? absolutely

tengen is gigantic. height and muscles

so no matter your size- you’re gonna be small compared to him

he easily can pick you up and throw you over his shoulders

can easily trap you in his arms when you’re mad so you can’t escape then win you back over with a kiss

he loves seeing you curled up in his muscular arms, safe with him after a long day

loves how obsessed with his arms and hands you are they’re so hot

he’s very mission oriented with things that sometimes you’ll feel left in the dust or he’ll be too serious in some moments

but you are is upmost priority

making sure you never get hurt is #1

he worries a lot that something could happen to you while he’s gone- that is how you two met

but odds of you meeting another demon are slim compared to him- so you’re a wreck whenever he’s gone

you know he’s strong but anything can happen

when he takes you to visit his siblings graves it’s when you see a side to him you hadn’t before- how he’s solemn, but doing his best to carry on loved one’s memories- makes you love him even more

you’re thankful he includes you in his life so intimately

it’s hard to hear about the stories of his training and the jobs- it scares you every time he leaves that he may not come back

you understand how well trained he is, that he’s a hashira but it keeps you up at night

you can’t sleep until he’s back

tried to minimize the amount you hear or find out- wants your mental state protected

absolutely you’re hype man, makes you feel so confident and loved

lots of pats on the head

lots of piggy back rides when you don’t feel like walking

lots of laughs definitely evil type to tickle you

i imagine you’re clumsy in his eyes

always waking up with new bruises or not being able to catch a falling glass

he has superb reflexes so he doesn’t understand it but finds it endearing

you rely on his height and he loves it

you’re pretty sure he purposely puts things too high so you need to ask for help

after he retires y’all def decide it’s celebration time and you just cry and cry because he actually made it out alive

starting a family isn’t too far away either

Shinazugawa Sanemi

sanemi is strict

more so with himself than following a rule

no attachments to anyone- glad he can help people but no reason to go past that

no reason to get involved with anyone just to get hurt

until you

the scent of your blood was strong as you laid on the ground under the dark sky that night

the demon had moved on to someone else, waiting to return to finish you knowing you couldn’t move

he killed it with ease

no one else was alive, but you had a minor pulse

sanemi knew your only chance was shinobu so he raced you there

he’d never seen someone lose so much blood and survive neither had shinobu

out of laziness, sanemi stayed at the butterfly estate that night. or maybe it was curiosity wondering if you’d make it past a few days

much to his and everybody’s surprise you’d woken up a few days later and wanted to thank the man who’d save you

he didn’t want to see you though

feeling the way his chest tightened watching you sleep was enough to make him leave

shinobu stopped him saying she’d make him if need be

even with your drained face, large bags, weak state- you managed to smile and thank him

made him feel good?

he was actually glad to know how things turned out for you

after that, he couldn’t stay away

he’d visit as you recovered

even let you hold his arm as you got up to walk for the first time

brings you ohagi when you complain about the bland food you’re forced to eat

you’re always curiously asking him about demons and his job. no harm and knowing now!

both of you feel sad when it’s your time to leave to go home, you’re unsure if you’d ever see him again

it’s obvious to you that he likes to keep a distance from people, likes to keep up his rough exterior

all the scars that littered his body couldn’t fool you on what existed on the inside

you had too positive an outlook for him, he’d seen such terrible things that he couldn’t possibly deserve you

it’s hard adjusting at home

you think about sanemi a lot until one day he’s knocking at your door

has the goofiest smile and you just know

there didn’t need to be words as you embraced, then lips locking in passion

you were his and he was yours

dating a demon slayer meant you knew about things nobody should

sanemi wouldn’t the spare you the details of a job and you know it helps him to talk about it so you don’t mind

he can be blunt when talking to you

has probably called you annoying multiple times but it’s his way of saying he appreciates you talking his ear off

major tease

always sometimes won’t even touch you because he’s scared he’ll break you

he’s an acts of service dude- primarily with food

you’ll definitely be holding him back when he gets mad at someone or something. it’s probably only you that can calm him down

he will attempt you teach you self defense just in case

i imagine he finds it funny as hell watching you attempt to swing his sword

his sword is so pretty

at the end of the day though he’s going to kill anyone or thing that comes too close

because everyone and everything is a threat to your safety in his eyes

he may be too protective, you’re constantly scolding him

“i can go out with my friends Nemi i won’t get attacked i promise,”

“if you’re not back in four hours i’ll be looking for you,”

he’s just irrational about how dangerous he views the world when it comes to you (in your mind at least)

just imagine those muscular arms wrapped around your waist as you cook

tracing his scars and feeling the goosebumps form on his skin from how good it feels

back and forth between being clingy and not

sometimes seems like a lost puppy who just wants attention

other times comes off as cold

it can be hard some days, the difference between you being a citizen and him being a demon slayer

two different worlds colliding but y’all couldn’t be happier

[nightowlfandom]

Kim Taehyung- Friends With....strings attached?

SO ANON ASKS!!

Hi pretty, I just found ur blog and I really love ur writings so I want to request a oneshot from ur last prompt list

If u want can u please make a fluff oneshot with taehyung with the numbers 7,21,24,27,89 when tae and yn are best friends but like with benefits(no sexually) I mean they act like couple they kiss, go on dates... and Tae is tired of that and want to make things official.

I hope j accept my request if u accept it please let me know.

Thank you lovely I love u 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️❤❤

Awww, so sweet! And I love this! Let’s get into it!

7-  If anyone even THINKS about touching you, I’ll kick their asses!

21-  Let’s cuddle and I’ll stroke your hair, okay?  

24-  We can’t be just friends…I’m too in love with you.

27-   I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.

89- Be mine?…I’m gonna keep asking until you say yes!

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

X RATED PROMPT LIST| NON X RATED PROMPT LIST

HI I WASN’T GONNA POST TODAY BUT I FELT SO BAD HFJRIOERHFTIOHRE

Leggo!

...

“Are you two dating?”

“You two are together right?”

“Wait you guys are just friends?”

If it had anything to do with your friendship with Taehyung, you’ve heard it all. Every single one. From snide comments to genuine curiosity.

 A long time ago, you had just gotten out of a horrible relationship. You had met Tae after he had suffered a very public breakup too. To say you two had bonded over your pain was an understatement. In what started as a tearful and drunken conversation had turned into a fit of giggles and guffaws. 

You both had forgotten the named of those who had broken you and ever since then you both had become the light of each other’s life. All of that sounded like he was your boyfriend, didn’t it.

Well he wasn’t. Taehyung was perhaps your best guy friend- No...not even. He was your ONLY best friend on planet Earth. The way you saw it. He was like a boyfriend without the boyfriend title. 

...

“You have a date?” you raised an eyebrow as Tae who was busy spraying himself with YOUR perfume. “I thought it was bestie date night?”

“Correction! WE have a double date! She has a friend and he’s just your type.” he threw a dress at you, practically whacking you in the face. “Put this on.”

“This is our clubbing dress!” you raised an eyebrow. “I only wear this when we go out dancing!”

“Well now you’re wearing it to dinner.” he rolled his eyes. “Come on Y/N, just do this for me. We can’t be sad and single together forever.” he glowered.

Well maybe if he MADE A MOVE-....God why did you even try anymore. It was like beating a dead horse. 

“I’m not the sad one here.” you got undressed. Yeah, you got naked in front of him. He did the same. “The things I do for you.” you seethed, slipping the form fitting attire. 

“Y/N this girl could really be the one.” he sighed. “She’s special.”

“I thought I was special.” you grumbled. 

“Of course you are.” you felt his presence behind you. Taehyung helped you zip up your dress. “Too special.” he sighed. 

Was he only going on this date in an attempt to get over you, yes. You didn’t need to know that though. 

“Which is why I’m doing this for you.” you sighed, turning towards him. It was only then you realized how close he was. His hand rested on your hip as his eyes bore into yours. You almost wanted to lean in...but you couldn’t

 ‘W-we should um....get going.” stepped back.

“Right...” he whispered.

... (Hours later)

To say Taehyung was pissed off was an understatement. One minute you had gotten up to go the bathroom and ten minutes later you were walking out and he had pulled you from your spot to the car.

“Taehyung! What happened?!”

“Uhhh...” Taehyung stopped in place, wondering where to start. “Would you believe me if I said that  I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day and that I just wanted us to have a movie night?”

“Taehyung.” you warned.

(Flashback)

“I have to go to the bathroom” you announced, rising to your feet. “Be right back!”

“Don’t be surprised if your friend pork goes missing.” Taehyung said, making you rolls your eyes. 

“Don’t!!” you whined. “I swear if you touch it-” you grabbed your purse. “It’d better all be there when I come back.” you warned.

As you left, Taehyung’s date burst out laughing. Taehyung turned his sights on her sending her a slight smile. He was initially under the impression that you were so adorable like he had told her you were.

“That’s the girl you rave about?” she scoffed. “Taehyung, she’s utterly repulsive.” she rolled her eyes.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I thought you said she was my friend’s type. I think you missed in the looks department...”

“Hana, be nice.” Dylan (your date) warned. 

“Look at her!” she ignored her friend and Taehyung’s slowly growing agitation. “Who would ever take someone like her seriously.”

“I would.” Taehyung snapped. “She’s the best.”

“Oh trust me. With the way you talked about her, I expected Miss Universe to walk in...I’m underwhelmed.”

Taehyung felt his fist clench.

“If we’re gonna work, she can’t be around me.”

“Cuz she’s prettier than you?” Taehyung snapped.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Taehyung stood up.

“She’s smarter, prettier, kinder, and more driven than you’ll ever be.” Taehyung repeated himself. “You’re the product of a failed girl group and Y/N is taking on the world with her elegance. You WISH you were half as amazing as she was. No one talks about my Y/N like that...you hear me!?”

“Hey man, take it easy!” Dylan tried to intervene.

“If you think you’re good enough for my Y/N, I’ll break your fucking nose.” he turned his rage to the moron who wore a striped tee-shirt with a crumpled blazer. “She wore her best dress tonight and all you could muster up was your dad’s oversized suit jacket, pathetic.” he snarled.

...

But he couldn’t say that.

“So she dumped you?”

Taehyung had just finished lying his ass off to you. Something about her eyeing the waiter all night.

“Yeah, sure.” he shrugged.

“Awhh I’m sorry Taehyingie~” you hugged him. “I know how important she was to you.”

“Whatever. We can watch a movie or something.  Let’s cuddle and I’ll stroke your hair, okay?” He stammered with a shy smile. 

“BESTIE DATE NIGHT!” you declared. “I get to choose the movie!”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way...” he smiled as you began cheering.

A few more hours later, you and Taehyung were a mess of limbs in a cuddle pile in your living room. You laid on his chest while he played with your hair. 

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Do you ever think that maybe...we’d be good together?”

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed. You looked to see someone had sent you a voice memo from a number you didn’t recognize.

“Weird.” you raised an eyebrow, sitting up.

“Okay so I know what I said seems bad...but I just had to find out in my suspicions were correct.” You recognized Hana’s voice. “I just had to know if he cared about you more than he let on....”

“Oh shit.” Taehyung realized how much trouble he was in. “Y/N babe! Let’s go watch another”

“ She’s smarter, prettier, kinder, and more driven than you’ll ever be. ”

“ No one talks about my Y/N like that...you hear me!? “

‘‘This was my favorite part.” Hana laughed in the voice recording.

“ She wore her best dress tonight and all you could muster up was your dad’s oversized suit jacket, pathetic. “ the recording didn’t even sound like him, but you knew that inflection of his voice anywhere.

“I had my suspicions because he spoke about you like you were the world...who am I to come between what you two have.”

“Oh she’s goooood.” Taehyung whispered as you stood up.

“Taehyung?” you looked at him, expecting him to explain. “What are you-...What was this about?”

“When you left for the bathroom, she started talking shit about you. I thought she was serious so I...may or may not have lost my composure a bit.”

What? Wait...WHAT?

“You’re kidding right?” you raised an eyebrow. “You mean to tell me this chick said something she thought would make you mad and you being a moron...fell for it.”

“It kinda sounds silly-”

“It is...and I don’t believe it.” you rolled your eyes. “You expect me to believe you care about me that much.” you shook your head. “Stick to singing because comedy is not your forte”

“What? Y/N!” Taehyung followed you into the bedroom where you had stormed off. “What’s so hard to believe about that?”

“EVERYTHING!” you turned to face him. “You can’t say things like that and expect everything to be normal!”

“What do you mean?” he rose his voice to the same octave you did. “Y/N we go on dates, we’ve pretended to kiss to get peopel to leave us alone, WE’VE TAKEN SHOWERS TOGETHER.”

“Thank you for reminding me that I’m basically a girlfriend without the title!” 

“THEN LET ME GIVE YOU THE TITLE!” he blurted before promptly slapping a hand over his mouth,

“....What?”

“...Fine I’ll say it.” He lowered his hands. “ We can’t be just friends…I’m too in love with you. “ he confessed. “I’ve been in love with you for months...years even.”

“You’re lying.”

“Y/N I don’t lie...ever.” he glowered. “I didn’t want to ruin what we had, a-and I didn’t think you’d ever love me back. Then tonight when she said those things...I felt...I felt so powerless.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Let’s make it official.” he came out with it. “Like right now?”

“Right now?!” you laughed through the happy tears forming in your eyes.

“Right now.” he repeated, mirroring your actions. “ Be mine?…I’m gonna keep asking until you say yes! “ 

“Taehyung-”

“I love you Y/N!”

“Come on-”

“I love you Y/N.”

....(Over the next couple of days)

“I love you Y/N!” you watched him on an interview show.

“I love you Y/N.” he would snapchat you every day.

“I love you Y/N!” he posted under every instagram caption under every picture he posted. Did it become a trending hashtag all over the world? Yes. Along with #bewithtaehyung and #Y/Nandtaehying don’t forget #Taehyungbelike...and every single post was a fancam of him declaring his love for you.

You decided to take your answer to social media.

“OKAY ALRIGHT!” you shouted over the video. “NO MORE, OKAY!...I accept your proposal, just enough with the fancams.” you laughed.

Within the first 20 minutes of the video being posted, Taehyung was at your door...with a bundle of 200 roses.

“One for every time I’ve said it.” he declared. You noticed there was a card sticking out.

“Dear Y/N...I’ll be the best boyfriend ever... If anyone even THINKS about touching you, I’ll kick their asses! “ you read. “Is this gonna be a thing?”

“Of course! All that’s next is a rose for every minute I’ve loved you.”

[hypnomicimagines]

10, 20, and 22 for saburo, please!! 🙆‍♀️

Yamada Saburo:

10. ♥ Do they include their partners in most aspects of their life?

Saburo is the independent type so he liked having activities to himself, mostly ones that involved his computer and the little side jobs he would do for Ichiro. He doesn’t mind if you want to help him out every once in awhile but he does prefer having his alone time whenever he can. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy spending his time with you and that there aren’t certain things he invited you to all the time because he knew you would have fun, he just wanted to keep his sense of individuality even while in a relationship.

20. ♥ How did their relationship start?

Over the internet, of course. It’s not to say that you didn’t know exactly who Saburo was or that you hadn’t spent time together physically, it was just much easier for him to talk to you through your DM’s. His hands are still sweaty as he carefully worded his confession and he second guessed himself more than once before finally hitting that send. He almost wanted to just go to bed for the night and not see what you said until the next morning but his curiosity would’ve killed him. He’s surprised to see your positive response and even more surprised to see that you’re on your way over to talk about it in person, nervously sitting in his room until your arrival.

22. ♥ Tell us about a sacrifice they made for their significant other.

Saburo has, unknown to you, pooled a lot of money together to help you go to school or to help you move out of your home. The way he decided to do it changed depending on your needs but he made it look like it was an official form of assistance rather than coming from him (because he knew he’d hurt your pride if he just gave you the money he’d been saving for years). If he had his way he’d never tell you about it but you’re likely to grow suspicious or worry about being scammed, not to mention that Saburo is a poor liar and he would crumble if you questioned him relentlessly. He felt guilty but he told you giving you money didn’t bother him even if it emptied his bank account because it was you, and of all the people on the planet you were the one who deserved the peace of mind of not having to worry about money.

[heretherebedork]

(Not anon btw 🙆‍♀️)

Lmao, I tried to catch up with Gen Y -> or actually to start it altogether 🙈), but Pok & Tong are hilarious in their toxicity! 😂 They’re really making the viewers wait nearly 2 seasons for a couple that has touched all bases multiple times to have their first kiss? Only for that kiss to come when the person that used to be screwed over screws over the other one…in the biblical (rather than the literal) way? 💀 I mean should I even start this show, or should I blacklist it out of precaution? 😶

…or was the one that’s always screwed over, screwed over once again? 🤔 Aargh…! What is it with this show?! They should call it Gen Why instead of Gen Y! 😖

Is it Stockholm Syndrome perhaps? 🧐 If you keep staring it PokTong long enough, you just cease to notice that they’re pretty toxic to each other? 🥴 Or were the compilation videos on YouTube not enough to “capture” their essence? 🤠 bc so far I don’t see many differences with the likes of TT 🤭

I... okay. Look. Are Pok and Tong perfect? No. Are they what I would consider anywhere near as toxic as TharnType? No. Uh. Not at all.

I feel like we might have watched different shows, honestly?

If we go back to the beginning, this was about Pok having a crush on Tong and Tong not reciprocating. And then Tong, off-screen, slowly realizing that he cared about Pok and making a choice to cheat for him, which ended with Pok getting beaten up and pulling out the revenge card on a very guilty Tong.

Is it perfect? No. Is it the same as Tharn and Type and the literal rape scene? No. Tong sets limits, no kissing on the mouth. Pok pushes but very deliberately never breaks those limits AS SET and when Tong pushes him away he accepts it (reluctantly but he does stop every time.)

Then they move in together and when Pok feels like he can't take it he literally tells Tong to leave and Tong insists on staying. There is still no kissing on the lips because Tong has set that as a strict boundary due to his guilt and his inability to move forward in their love with the truth about the cheating hanging over their head.

Again, they aren't perfect but Tharn and Type's relationship was unsupportive, awful, filled with lack of consent and filled with a constant sense of unease and dislike. Pok and Tong are two young men in a complicated dance of friendship, love, cheating, revenge, hurt and pain.

I mean, I can keep going and explaining the relationship to you but, frankly, if what you've seen of them leads you to want to blacklist them... do it. They're one of my favorite couples and are in the process of what I consider a beautiful emotional maturation on both sides.

Honestly, I don't know which one of them gets 'screwed over' every time because they both have had issues with each other and with their relationship and their difficulties in speaking the truth. Probably Pok, who I do definitely sympathize more with because he lost that trophy and he's struggled so much and feels (understandably) betrayed and is now working back to trust with the understanding that Tong was trying to help... while, at the same time, Tong is learning that helping and kindness need to be wanted by the person he's trying to help.

I actually really love the way they waited for their first kiss and the pain it came out of because it came from the truth finally being revealed and Tong finally feeling like he can be honest with his feelings even as Pok's heart is breaking because it all feels like a lie.

I've never watched the compilation videos. I don't know. But, for me, they're two hurt and scared teenagers who are deeply in love but keep acting without thinking and acting on that hurt and that fright.

Tong was afraid Pok might not pass and be able to join him at University so he cheated.

Pok was hurt badly due to Tong's actions and missed his qualifying race and, out of that hurt but also that love, insisted on keeping Tong close to him.

Tong was hurt and in love and aching and when Pok tried to send him away insisted on staying because he does love Pok he just doesn't know how to say or to be forgiven.

The start of season 2 was beautiful, a veneer of love over their pain and their cracks and their lies. But it wasn't enough because there was no foundation. It wasn't healthy, it wasn't perfect... but as toxic as Tharn and Type? Not for me.

[serendipitouxs]

When they see you making an edit on another idol

; Them as your idol boyfriend

OT5 TXT members

Type: Imagine

Pairing: TXT member x Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Warnings: nothing as such

A/N: creative block episode 2039303😃✋🏻 idk what this is but- 🤷‍♀️I hope you like it!💓

－－☁️－－－－☁️－－－－☁️－－－－☁️－－－－☁️－－－－☁️－－

Scenario:

Spending an evening outside, perhaps with people was just something you weren't feeling today, all thanks to this one video clip you had found online earlier that got your editor self excited to work with. However, there was a slight issue–the idol in the clip was actually your idol boyfriend's close friend, and your boyfriend just so happened to be staying in this evening too. Not sure about his reaction, you still decided to take it forward and not make your editing senses wait for too long, but was this hurry a good decision?

๑ : Soobin

— Notices right away but acts like he doesn't care 🤷‍♀️

— TRIES to act smooth about not caring, emphasis on TRIES

— It was very obvious that it bothered him🤦‍♀️

— Still held up his 'don't care' cover until he saw you doing a cool transition- to say he was IMPRESSED was an understatement. Boy was MOVED.

— "How- did you do THAT? whAT??" Bloooown awaaayyy🤯

— Quick enough to simp over your editing skills and the idol in question with you so it all worked out at the end🙆‍♀️

๑ : Yeonjun

— Wondering why you're so immersed into your screen, he did already expect to see you working on an edit or preparing for one

— What he didn't expect was seeing you make a badass edit on an Idol who he was actually very close to

— Low key jealous but funnily doesn't even TRY to hide it🏃‍♀️

— Straight up snatches the phone. Doesn't even return it when you circle around him for it and holds it up, unreachable thanks to his great height ✋🏻

— "So you're gonna be here not giving me MY attention but editing MY BEST FRIEND in a badass way instead? Excuse me what?" ✨offENDED✨

— Still kinda salty about it later but forgets about the saltiness after sometime when you spend some time with him, later you find him encouraging you to continue the edit🤦‍♀️

๑ : Beomgyu

— Kinda jealous too, but unlike Yeonjun, he is sulky about it

— Got a little quiet and low energy running over it, curling into a lil pouty ball at one end of the sofa

— Even rants to Toto about it😭✋🏻

— When you noticed, you told him it isn't what it looks like and if he was still sad, you show him all the edits you've made on him

— All happy and giggly suddenly and he's watching these edits VERY attentively😙

— "Oh Y/nie why have you never told me you've made so many edits on me? You're so good at this~" stop he's so cute I'm gonna just go cry a lil bit

๑ : Taehyun

— Of all of Tubatu, I think he'd be the calmest since the beginning

— The way he'd be all normal around you made you feel like he didn't even know you were upto this, well he very well knew since the second you opened that app but just didn't see a bug deal in it🤷‍♀️

— Even sits next to you but without making it seem like he's trying to snooping, neiither were you trying to hide it so-

— Doing his thing but also keeping an eye out, just checking if you're remaining as respectful as a fan as idols would like, which, you did!

— He liked the edit a lot actually, but you don't know he's been watching it so he can't ask you for it👁👄👁 so he downloads this edit of yours from your edit page SNEAKILY🕴 and sENDS IT TO THE IDOL YOU MADE THE EDIT ON🧍‍♂️

— "Yup, she loves editing and she's actually always this respectful" we see a proud Tyun telling the idol about editor Y/N 🙆‍♀️

๑ : Huening Kai

— At first, the idol wasn't what caught his attention

"Oh my god, Is the xyz app you're using? Gosh, it's so hard, how are you so smooth with it?" You were pulled by his fascination until it occurred to you how he could even know about this app

— Yeaaahhhh....he kinda forgot to tell you he actually was an editor himself too

— The way you SCREAMED hearing this✋🏻

— The excitement lasted long enough until you saw him looking at your screen with mixed emotions, obviously noticing the idol you were editing

— You were about to explain yourself when he interrupts you, "Even I like this idol! You HAVE to send me this scene pack, let's edit together~ aahh this is too exciting!" Later spent a long time editing together🫂