#you don't get it. you don't get their music like i do. clearly you do not get it.

[mimipolo]

hey :) could you do a nam-gyu fic where thanos is flirting/put claim on the reader, but she clearly like nam-gyu more. just him dealing with his attraction for her, but still trying to be on thanos' good side

Nam-gyu x reader

I don't know if I did this right I had like five different ideas for how it could pan out so I hope this is alright

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You were content with the idea of completely ignoring Thanos, his odd claims and even weirder way of flirting. Sure, it was fairly entertaining but it wasn't something you planned to put up with for long.

That was until he walked up to your bunk with a friend in towe. A friend that immediately caught your eye.

"Ayy Senorita!" He draws out in his usual musical tone, behind him a man that looked uninterested, perhaps even annoyed to be there making you grin slightly.

"Aren't ya gonna come down." A whiney voice calls up to you, his face pulling into a frown as he crossed his arms.

"Dude, this a waste of time let's just go." He's still behind Thanos, a hand already on his shoulder, nudging him slightly, hoping to convince him to turn back, and as his gaze went from him to you he stops. The eye contact he made with you was so undeniable you actually looked at the rapper directly for once, startled by how your heart suddenly raced.

"I think I'll stay and eat up here...thanks though." Your refusal immediately has him grumbling as he dramatically pivots to walk away. But his friend hangs back a small moment longer, the brief acknowledgement held a value only you two could fathom.

"Come on Nam-su we outt." Thanos drawls lazily, his arms in his pockets as he swayed from side to side.

"Nam-gyu..." He sighs defeatedly, it was pretty clear this wasn't the first time and likely wouldn't be the last time he'd have to correct the rapper of his name.

Nam-gyu huh? You wouldn't like to admit it but you kept the name close to your mind, maybe he'd favour you for remembering it. Which was a weird thought to have for someone you hadn't actually properly met yet.

You hoped to though.

And he did too, when Thanos was insistent on getting you to eat with them he was almost instantly irritated. Why? What was the point of that? From the beginning he wasn't a fan of any distractions that could lead Thanos away from him, it was inconvenient and if he wanted to win he needed both their focus on that damn cash prize.

What he hadn't prepared for was the you. You who Thanos had miraculously spotted among all the bland people in this weird murder game. And he would never admit it, especially not to him that he understood why he was so hooked on you.

And with that came a jealousy. A deep, seething jealousy that came from nowhere. Now he was frustrated with himself, Thanos and you. And the worst of it all is him actually being just as bummed you didn't come down to eat with them.

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From then on there was this tense love triangle between the three of you which Thanos held no part in. You had no intention of making it clear to the man you weren't interested, first of all: it'd be too much of a hassle, and second because of his favour you've been able to survive games you probably wouldn't have. So you'd put up with him, no big deal.

The only thing, no, person making this harder was Nam-gyu. He was also seemingly smart enough to judge it's best to not make any big move as you were both benefitting from being close to Thanos. But it was painfully clear his attention was always on you, his eyes only snapping back alive at the mention of your name during the moments Thanos seems to talk forever. Having to tip toe around the unspoken attraction towards each other was fine by you, exhilarating even. But you're really starting to wonder if Thanos really can't notice when you and the longer haired man only glance between each other whenever he flirts with you.

Apparently the small amused smiles and prolonged eye contact wasn't enough for Nam-gyu. This could end badly if he was caught but he couldn't care less at this point, this whole time it's just felt like the two of you were saying a million things while saying nothing at all. And he'd actually be damned if he let Thanos hold him back from talking to you. He believed you felt the same, it's not just anyone that looks at him so fondly and sees him as an individual. You saw him like he was someone familiar and when he lies awake, he's convinced that's why he's so drawn to you.

Which is also why he's sneaking to see you during lights out. Was this a good idea?

Probably not.

But he'd already climbed past a snoring Avengers threat so he might as well see it through. He sucked in his breath harshly when he heard the familiar snoring pattern pause when he finally made it to the ground. His heart only relaxing when it fell back into rythmn. Not that he was too worried though, he had thousands of excuses on the tip of his tongue. A benefit that came with being a pathological liar.

He is oddly greatful that the majority of the people that were on your bunk had died, the only remaining players being two beds above yours. Meaning he didn't need to sweat about not waking anyone on his way up. As he begins climbing he draws to a question. What if you're not even awake? Even worse what if you are or he wakes you up and you think he's some weirdo. He physically shakes the thought away as he continues his ascent, he just needed to see you, then he'd go back.

It was odd being able to see you so up close, watching the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. Seeing you like this calmed him down and made him want to fall asleep himself.

He freezes when you shift and his hair brushes your nose, your face scrunching up as you waft away the unwanted texture with a groggy hand. Eyes squinting open to see a stunned Nam-gyu instead of a stray price of fluff from your pillow.

What, is he doing here?

You gasp sharply, immediately sitting up and accidentally banging your head against the bed above you in your rush. He's quietly shushing you as you hold your head in whine in pain. You only look back at him when the pain has slightly subsided, hissing one last time before tear pricked eyes meet his.

"The hell are you doing here?"

"Can't I come to see you?" You squint at his words, they pissed you off, obviously he could but you were literally sleeping?

"You came to watch me sleep?" You ask sarcastically, grinning knowingly as he groaned and rolled his eyes.

Seeing as you weren't entirely put off by his night visit he crawls onto your bed fully, catching you a bit off guard but you make no objection against it which makes him strangely glad.

"Thanos isn't any good, you shouldn't be with him." He says bitterly, when you don't say anything immediately after he looks away from you and runs his hair behind his ears.

"...And you're saying you are?" you say with the slight raise of your brow.

You were just fucking around you already liked him more from the moment you saw him. Long disobedient hair and an angular face and a surprisingly sharp tongue when provoked. Ticking most of your boxes, you just wanted to see how he'd respond.

"Nah... but I could be better, than him at least." He says with a small huff which makes you laugh slightly, and he immediately notes he's never heard it before.

"I'll see you to that." Your words make his heart seize up but in the way when he's won when he didn't expect to. The carefree act he had going was going to crumble if you kept being so casual with him.

It's only now he feels the tensity of the situation, sitting in your bed in an area mostly secluded. He was actually feeling nervous being around you without Thanos there as some barrier to the two of you. You're looking at him expectantly as if waiting for him to make some smart ass response but you're so pretty right now. Your eyes on him and him alone. He's keeping quiet because if he spoke as he was now... he couldn't promise he wouldn't immediately embarass himself.

Instead he looks between you and the wall, his eyes scanning your face each time before he looked away. Despite the chaos of feelings reeling from inside him his face was mostly unreadable. The only thing telling you anything was his jaw tightening and loosening, maybe chewing the inside of his cheek.

You tilt your head to see if he'd look at you if you were more in his line of view but he only locked eyes with you for a moment before looking up.

He was nervous?

The thought made your chest swell even though you knew he was probably just deep in thought. Either way your fighting back a smile as you take his face in your hands and place a soft kiss on his lips. It was honestly amazing how he came back to reality from the contact. Staring at you with wide confused eyes as if questioning why you would even do that.

And when you start to laugh to yourself quietly he's chuckling flustered beside you. His lips pursed tight to not let the grin on his face appear, but his feelings were clear in the new softness in his eyes.

Nodding lightly like he's fully savoured your presence he's manoeuvring himself to leave your bed, giving the underside of your knee a light squeeze before settling on the ladder.

"G'night..."

"Night Nam-gyu."

The first genuine smile of the night freely slips onto his face, making your own smile appear before he's making his descent back down. Grinning to himself like an idiot all the way back to his bed because he managed to get the girl Thanos saw first.

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Ever since then it's been this mutual joke between you two. You're holding back a snicker as Thanos serenades you because Nam-gyu's right behind him rolling his eyes and mocking him.

Nightly routines of him visiting your bed comforted you on those nights you couldn't will yourself to sleep. There's been more than one occasion he's stayed the night and forgot to go back to his bed and when questioned about where he was so early in the morning it's always "Needed to piss". He's glancing back at you accusingly as if you forced him to stay (you asked repeatedly very nicely.)

I love him sm I'm gonna cook him into a lasagna.

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Beyond The Bat

(Neglected reader x Yandere batfam)

Chapter 1: In The Shadows

TW!!! Cursing !!Dark AU!!

Living in the Wayne manor isn't the sweet luxurious dream you'd think it'd be, reality is in fact much crueler. For as long as I could remember I had lived in this dreary mansion, but lived isn't the word I'd use. I was more trapped here if anything. My "family", if I could even call them that, are well respected people. They're highly skilled and talented people, someone like me could only dream to be like them. I tried so hard to get close to them, I really did try, but no matter what I did nothing worked. I did everything, gymnastics, martial arts, theater, art, music, coding, dance, volleyball, cheerleading, heck I was even in the honors society. Despite being an A+ student and a role model in high society they never once went to any of my recitals, games, or showcases. I went to galas all alone, I had to deal with the sneering faces and snide remarks of high class men and woman alone since I was 8. Not very safe for a child huh? I didn't think so either but my "father" doesn't seem to care.

Nevertheless, I have no choice in this matter and it's not like life here is unbearable. Sure I get beatings and tongue lashings every now and then, but for the most part everyone in the manor tends to forget me eventually and leave me alone. It's pretty isolating but I got used to it, after all I have duties to perform. I have my job as Student council president and I don't intend to slack off. I got that job with my own blood sweat and tears and I will not let all those sleepless nights go to waste. I don't have time to wallow in self pity I have countless of students looking up to me and counting on me to do my job.

"Young master, are you okay? You seem to be staring off into space."

I looked up to our old butler, his face jaded and littered with wrinkles that seemed to contort pathetically in worry. I knew better than to accept his pity. He seems to be a wise gentle man on the outside with his elegant wardrobe, worn old body, and soft spoken demeanor, but do not be fooled. In truth, Alfred Pennyworth was a foolish coward. This was the same man who abandoned his own daughter just like my idiot of a father. I gave him a chance, but nothing's been the same since the day he accidentally called me Julia. I was nothing but a stand in for him, someone to relieve his guilt with.

"I'm fine. Don't you have something better to do? I'm sure Bruce has some kind of task for you, no need to bother yourself with my problems"

"...Very well then...Take care of yourself young master."

He clearly had something more to say but he decided to do nothing and walk away. Like I said he's a coward. Still I'm not new to disappointment, whether it's the disappointment of missed birthdays or the way they all see me as the disappointment, it's nothing I haven't experienced before. I quickly packed up my things and headed to school. Sure riding to school on an old worn out bike isn't exactly ideal, but I have to deal with what I have. Although, I do have to take some back alleys to school since I don't want anyone seeing and starting a scandal. I can already see the blaring headlines, "Daughter of Gotham's richest man caught riding to school on a beat up bicycle!". What a bunch of nosy bastards.

"Good mornin' (Y/N)!"

I turned to face the sunny senior calling my name, his unadulterated joy making him stand out in the crowd of groggy gothamites.

"Good morning Cyrus."

My crisp responses never seems to deter the boy as he continues to walk beside me chattering endlessly.

"(Y/N) I got things you asked! It's super cool what you're doing for the school, I'm so happy I get to be apart of it! If you ever need help with anything please do ask me!"

I sighed, his joyful energy was contagious. I couldn't help but crack a smile. Though it quickly disappeared as I regained my composure, but obviously not fast enough since Cyrus' joy seems to only be growing.

"Ahhhhh (Y/N) just smiled! I made the student president smile! I'm so sigma"

Here he goes again with those weird words and that cocky grin. I sighed once again, I'm too tired for this.

"Yes thank you Cyrus get to class now, I'll pick up the things I asked for after school."

"Yes ma'am!"

I watched as he playfully saluted and ran to class almost bumping into several people along the way. I facepalmed, he was such a handful but strangely I don't really mind. It's probably the lack of sleep I'll make sure to go to bed early today, for now I have to get to class myself.

Author's note: Omg chapter one is finally out! This took me a lot longer than expected but I hope it's good I went through a tiny writer's block😅. I hope you guys like Cyrus I tried to make him a silly and sunny character but trust me he'll have lore and be a much deeper character. I also tried making (Y/N)'s backstory pretty vague since they're the narrator and I figured they wouldn't like talking about it, but their lore will be revealed more throughout future chapters. Anyways as always thank you all for reading and have a good day/night!

Credits to khaer for the dividers

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[tqlepatia]

─ One of the girls. ♰

- ❝ sigh, guys, i tried. not revised, english in'st my first language and i dont write smuut very well 👁❞

you didn't really liked men, I mean, who likes them? but you is desperate enough for money to not put limits on your client's, basic math, fewer clients, less money.

Girls are hot, everybody knows that, but who most people don't know that the ones with the most courage, come to the brothel to "try" if they like girls or something like that, in short? You've never had such experienced womans.

until one day, it was a normal one to you, besides of the loud of the girls filling the of the building corridors, as aways you get dressed up, putting some perfume of some brand unknown, getting you hair done and soon remembering of change the sheets and etc.

Soon you finished all you chores you hear nock at the door, you check the watch in the wall, its still early, babette already open? you sigh, but then your big curiosity make you open the door, seeing babette with an almost new expression, she was a mix of confused, happy, sad and almost worry

"darling, you already is dressed up?" she ask analyzing your room, sighing she gives you bag of paper - with some white lace lingerie, looks expansive.

"do you know who is the silco right-hand?" Hm, you may heard one time during a late night conversation with the girls? the only thing you sure is that you are confused as hell.

"Yeah, i heard of her, shes dead ? Why u looking at me sooo?..not trying to be rude okay?" babette force a little laugh, she consider you, too much, almost like a daughter, she remember more clearly than the rivers of Piltover the day you come in, soaking wet of the rain, looking guilt, ashemed and all, she soon cleaned her through looking at you

"She was a regular client here, but of sudden, she disappeared, and shes back now, and told me she was coming here later, I'd think of separate my best girl for her."

you smile nodding, in a place like this, is rare even a little of genuine affection, she smile, wishing you good luck, and you almost grab as if is 100 gold coins flying on the air, you know you will need it.

after what feels like a eternity, you hear the ambient music, a low sensual jazz, The brothel Its officially open now.

Exactly 2 hours passed, and nothing of her, you were already with that lingerie, must be from Piltover, with too many details, little flowers embroidered on top of the silk, some transparent parts, and the big dress-like, transparent, feathered, white matching perfectly with each piece, you were left admiring yourself in the mirror for almost 1 hour, you looked pure even! Hm, so she was one of those woman's who liked seeing a woman so vulnerable, and innocent? Funny.

The soft jazz played in the background, almost drowned out by the weight of the silence as you waited. You were about to give in to the exhaustion, laying back slowly on the bed, when the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor. Each step was deliberate, firm, growing closer. The air seemed heavier now, the world around you quieter, as if holding its breath.

The door creaked as it opened, revealing a striking, imposing figure. You sat up instinctively, your gaze locking onto the woman now standing in the doorway. This wasn’t just any client. Her presence carried authority, and the dim light from the hallway caught the glint of a mechanical arm that seemed as natural to her as her skin.

“Finally found you,” she said, her voice low and gravelly, filling the room with ease.

It took a moment for your brain to catch up. Your eyes roamed over her face—a sharp scar running down one side, a smirk that bordered on dangerous, and eyes that seemed to pierce straight through you.

“You’re…?” you started, but the answer was obvious before you could finish the question.

“Sevika,” she said simply, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her with a deliberate slowness. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. Sevika. Silco’s right hand. The woman whispered about in hushed voices, both feared and respected. You never thought you’d find yourself face-to-face with her.

“About… me?” You tried to sound composed, but the hesitation in your voice betrayed you.

“That’s right,” she said, crossing her arms and letting her gaze linger on you. “Babette said you were… special.”

Heat rose to your face under the weight of her stare. Special? What was that supposed to mean? Her words didn’t make sense, but there was something in the way she spoke, the way she looked at you, that made the air in the room feel heavier, charged with tension.

“I didn’t think you… visited places like this,” you said, trying to mask your unease.

Sevika let out a low, almost mocking chuckle and strode toward the armchair in the corner of the room. She sat with the ease of someone who was completely in control, her mechanical arm resting casually on the chair’s armrest.

“Normally, I don’t,” she admitted, her tone calm, yet carrying an edge of authority. “But some things… deserve my attention. You, for example.”

“Me?” Your voice came out louder than intended, the disbelief clear in your tone.

“You.” Sevika tilted her head, her sharp eyes scanning you slowly, deliberately. “I wanted to see what made you different. Why someone like Babette would say you’re not like the others here.”

Your hands clenched at the fabric of the bedsheet, a mix of confusion and discomfort swirling inside you. How did she know so much about you? And why was she so interested?

“I don’t know what she’s talking about,” you muttered, avoiding her gaze.

“Oh, I do.” Sevika leaned forward slightly, her voice softening, though it lost none of its weight. “You don’t belong in a place like this. Anyone can see that just by looking at you.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. It was the truth you tried so hard to avoid acknowledging—the truth that brought you here in the first place. But hearing it from Sevika made it feel far too real.

“Why does that matter to you?” you asked, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Sevika smirked, the metallic glint of her arm catching the light as she adjusted her posture. “Let’s just say I have a habit of investing in things that are worth it. And maybe… you’re exactly that.”

Her words made your stomach twist in ways you didn’t understand. Before you could respond, she stood, towering over you, her presence filling the room. She moved closer, her gaze still locked onto yours—intense, but now tinged with curiosity rather than scrutiny.

“So, tell me,” she said, her voice dropping to an almost teasing whisper. “Do you think you can handle someone like me?"

Oh! You handled it well, not even 2 hours of conversation, you were already pushing your head between her legs, you weren't surprised that she was so submissive, those big puppy eyes looking at you with such curiosity since she stepped into the room didn't fool you, but you can say was the best sex of your life.

You already played with Sevika's body in every way, strap, vibrator, anything you remembered having in the room, you were truly fascinated by Sevika's body, responding to even the slightest provocation

her mind? Too fuzzy to even make a sentence without letting out a moan or a sigh, of course, you as a prostitute were experienced, Sevika knew that, but damn, not that experienced, she already lost count of how many orgasms she had just that night, she stopped counting after the third one.

"Y-y...hmm..yeah baby...keep your tongue li-..like that..." sevika is losing her goddamn mind with you, shes fucking overstimulated mess, babette didn't lie, you are fucking special.

She swear that was seeing stars everytime your hot tongue licked her swollen clit, while your fingers hitting all the rights spots.

"Woah woah Vika, calm down, she is a most eating my fingers, I still need them later yk?" - you tease letting a little laugh while the sound of almost pornographic wet vagina - no. It was dripping, after about ten minutes sevika reached the climax, and at the same time her time was up. You give a small kiss on her pussy, as a farewell, but before you could say anything, sevika pulls you for a kiss.

The room was quiet now, filled only with the fading hum of soft jazz in the background and the occasional creak of the bed as you shifted against the pillows. Sevika sat at the edge of the bed, her posture loose and unguarded, her mechanical arm resting heavily in her lap as she carefully poured water from the jug on the nightstand into a glass.

You watched her silently, still catching your breath, the weight of everything that had just happened leaving you warm and buzzing. The vulnerability Sevika had shown—seeing her let go, let you take control—was something you hadn’t imagined. Yet now, she was the one moving around, fussing over you.

She handed you the glass, her fingers brushing against yours. Her cheeks were still a little flushed, a light sheen of sweat catching the low glow of the room’s dim lighting.

“You know,” you said, raising an eyebrow as you took a sip of the water, “shouldn’t I be the one doing the aftercare here? You’re the one who got ruined, after all.”

Sevika shot you a look, her lips quirking up into a small, tired smirk. “Shut up,” she muttered, but there was no real bite to her words. She reached for a clean cloth, dipping it into the bowl of warm water she’d set aside, and turned back to you.

“Seriously,” you teased, watching her gently wring out the cloth. “You’re not supposed to be up and about after that. You’re supposed to be the one lying down, looking like you just got wrecked.”

Sevika let out a low chuckle, shaking her head as she leaned closer, brushing the damp cloth along your collarbone with surprising gentleness. Her movements were careful, her touch soft as she wiped away the remnants of sweat, cum and split from your skin.

“Maybe,” she said, her voice quieter now, almost tender. “But I’m not the kind of person who just… sits there and lets someone else do everything. Besides”—her smirk widened—“you earned this.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, the sound light and almost disbelieving. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Yeah,” she murmured, her gaze softening as it met yours. “I’ve been told.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Sevika continued her careful ministrations, her hand steady even as exhaustion began to tug at her features. There was something deeply intimate about the way she tended to you.

When she was done, she set the cloth aside and sat back, looking at you with a rare softness in her expression. “You good?” she asked, her voice almost hesitant.

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Yeah, I’m good, and you?”

Sevika reached out then, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, her fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary. “Good,” she said simply, her voice rough but warm.

As she leaned back, you couldn’t resist one last quip. “Still think I should’ve been the one cleaning you up, though. You looked like you could barely stand for a second there.”

Sevika rolled her eyes, but the faint blush creeping up her neck betrayed her. “Keep talking, and I’ll leave you to clean up on your own next time,” she muttered, though the smirk playing on her lips said otherwise.

You laughed softly, pulling her down beside you and wrapping an arm around her waist. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say, Sev.”

Her mechanical arm clinked softly as she shifted closer, her body relaxing against yours. For now, there were no walls, no façades—just the quiet warmth of her presence and the promise of moments like this to come.

[callmemonster68]

SUNGHOON - Jealous ( slight smut )

Sunghoon getting jealous

Pairing: Sunghoon X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, public sex, oral

The atmosphere was tense in Y/N's apartment. The soft music played in the background, but the sound seemed to not reach the two of them. Sunghoon was leaning against the table, arms crossed, eyes sparkling with anger as he watched Y/N fiddling with their phone.

Sunghoon: (in a cold voice) Who was that guy?

Y/N looked up, clearly confused.

Y/N: Which guy? What face? What are you talking about, Sunghoon?

Sunghoon: (narrowing his eyes) The guy you were laughing and talking with today. I saw you two at the café before you met me.

Y/N: (sighing) Ah, Minho? He just came to ask about a project. It's work-related, it has nothing to do with it.

Sunghoon let out a dry laugh, shaking his head.

Sunghoon: Ah, of course. And did you really need to laugh like that? That didn't seem like 'work stuff.'

Y/N: (raising their voice) Are you hearing what you're saying? I was being polite! I'm not going to treat people badly just because you're insecure!

The tension in the air increased, and Sunghoon's face became even more closed off. He took a few steps towards her, his eyes burning with jealousy.

Sunghoon: (low and intense) Insecure? I know you, Y/N. I know the way you smile... and that smile wasn't for him.

Y/N: (staring at him) Oh, so now you even know the meaning of my smiles? Congratulations, you are a fortune teller!

He took her by the wrist, but gently, enough to capture her attention. Their faces were close, their breaths mingled.

Sunghoon: (hoarse voice) Don't test my patience, Y/N. You know I hate this feeling... Of someone looking at you as if they had the right.

Y/N: (challenging) And you think that gives you the right to act like a crazy possessive person? You don't control me, Sunghoon.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. The music played, increasing the tension between the two. Sunghoon let out a bitter laugh and ran his hand through his hair, clearly struggling against his own feelings.

Sunghoon: (almost whispering) I just... hate the idea of losing you, you know? It consumes me.

Y/N felt her heart race. Despite everything, she knew that Sunghoon's words were genuine. He was lost in a whirlwind of emotions. She approached, gently touching his face.

Y/N: Sunghoon... you won't lose me. But you need to trust me.

He held her hand to his face, his eyes fixed on hers. Then, without warning, he pulled her into an intense kiss, filled with all the repressed feelings.

Y/N: (whispering between his lips) This doesn't solve anything...

Sunghoon: (with a crooked smile) No, but it's a start.

He picked her up, his strong hands gripping her thighs as he carried her towards the bedroom. His eyes were fixed on hers, Sunghoon's gaze was intense, almost fierce.

Sunghoon pushed the bedroom door with his foot, his expression revealing something between desire and desperation. He placed her on the bed carefully, but his movements were urgent, as if he feared she might escape.

Sunghoon: (softly, close to her ear) You are mine, Y/N. It always will be... I'll do anything to have you all to myself.

The grave tone of his voice sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. The weight of his words was palpable, laden with an obsession that both attracted and made her hesitate. He ran his fingers along the line of her face, as if he were etching every detail into his memory, before bringing his lips back to hers.

The kisses started intense, full of repressed passion, but soon became slower, deeper. Sunghoon explored every inch of her mouth, as if he wanted to claim every part of it. His hands traced paths along her waist, slowly climbing up her back, as he pulled her even closer.

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling the way he held her body, as if she were something precious, something he feared losing at any moment. But there was something more: an almost desperate need to prove how important she was.

Sunghoon: (with a hoarse voice, as his eyes slid over her) You don't understand, Y/N. Just the thought of someone near you, looking at you... I lose control. You are everything to me.

Sunghoon: (hoarse voice, as he ran his fingers along her jawline) I need you, Y/N... more than anything else.

She felt her heart race with his words, the serious and sincere tone leaving her speechless. Before she could respond, he leaned in and kissed her again, but this time the kiss was different. It was deep, intense, as if he were trying to convey everything he felt — the love, the fear, the obsession.

Sunghoon began to slide his hands over her body, his agile fingers reaching the hem of her blouse. He lifted it slightly, his movements careful yet determined, as he removed the piece of clothing. His eyes fixed on her, admiring her as if she were a work of art.

Sunghoon: (softly, almost like a whisper to himself) You are so beautiful...

Y/N felt her cheeks burn with the intensity of his gaze, but she didn't have much time to process it because he was soon leaning in again, kissing the space between her neck and shoulder, leaving a warm trail wherever his lips passed.

Meanwhile, she brought her hands to his chest, sliding her fingers over the shirt he was wearing. With a hesitant movement, she began to unbutton it, feeling the warmth of his skin under her fingers. He helped her, pulling the shirt off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor without ceremony.

The skin-to-skin contact made them both sigh. Sunghoon's hands traced every curve of her body, as if he wanted to know every detail, every inch. He slid his fingers along her waist, stopping only to unbutton her pants and slowly remove them, his eyes never leaving hers.

Sunghoon: (in a low voice, while watching her) I need you to know... how much you are mine, how much I want you.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as he spoke, the sincerity and intensity in each word being almost palpable. Sunghoon was not just in love; he was completely consumed by her.

With care, he removed the rest of her clothes, his fingers brushing against her skin in an almost reverent manner. He was taking his time, as if each piece removed was a moment for him to appreciate even more what was before him.

When she tried to pull him closer, her lips searching for his, he stopped her, holding her wrists gently.

Sunghoon: (looking deeply into her eyes) No, Y/N. Today, I'm going to show you how much you mean to me. I don't want to rush... I want you to feel everything.

His words made her swallow hard. There was something in his voice, something in his expression, that made her realize how vulnerable he was at that moment. This was not just desire; it was something deeper, almost desperate.

He kissed her again, but now his lips explored every part of her — the neck, the shoulders, the breasts. He lingered in each area, as if he wanted to leave his mark, as if he wanted her to remember that she was his.

When it was his turn to remove the rest of his own clothes, he did so calmly, his eyes fixed on hers, as if he wanted her to see everything he was willing to offer. As soon as the last pieces were discarded, he approached again, the heat of their bodies now without barriers.

He leaned over her, their fingers intertwining as he looked at her with a mixture of adoration and intensity.

Sunghoon: (whispering) You are everything I need, Y/N. Everything I will always need.

He trailed his lips down Y/N's neck, leaving a path of slow, hot kisses while his hands explored her body with reverence. Each touch seemed to carry a silent message: "You are mine." Only mine."

Sunghoon: (whispering against her skin) You are so perfect... I have no idea what I did to deserve you..

When their bodies finally united, there was a moment of pure stillness. Sunghoon closed his eyes, as if he were completely absorbing the sensation, while Y/N arched their body under his, a sigh escaping their lips.

Sunghoon: (with a hoarse voice, looking into her eyes) You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N. How much I love you... how much I want you.

Each of his movements was deliberate, full of care, but at the same time intense. He held her hands above her head, intertwining his fingers with hers, as if he wanted to keep her even closer. His eyes never left hers for a second, as if he wanted to make sure she felt everything he was feeling at that moment.

Y/N: (whispering between sighs) Sunghoon... I am yours. Always have been.

Her words seemed to ignite something in him. He leaned in to kiss her again, the kiss deep and full of passion. Each touch, each movement seemed like a declaration — he wanted to show her, without a shadow of a doubt, how important she was.

The rhythm between them gradually increased, both of them getting lost in the connection they shared. Sunghoon whispered fragmented words against her lips, praising her, saying how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, and how much he needed her.

When the final moment approached, they could both feel the climax building like a wave that could not be contained. Their gazes met again, and they held on even tighter, as if the world could collapse around them and it wouldn't matter.

Sunghoon: (almost out of breath) Stay with me, Y/N. Always...

And then, together, they reached the climax, their bodies trembling with the intensity of the moment. The room filled with a heavy silence, broken only by their irregular breathing. Sunghoon collapsed beside her, immediately pulling her into his arms, holding her as if she were his anchor.

He ran his fingers through her hair, still trying to catch his breath, while gently kissing her forehead.

Sunghoon: (softly, with a tired smile) I love you so much... You are everything to me.

Y/N nestled against him, feeling the warmth of his body and the weight of his words.

Y/N: (whispering) I love you too, Sunghoon. I will always be yours.

They remained like that, intertwined, allowing the comfortable silence to speak for them. In that moment, all insecurities, fears, and doubts seemed to have vanished, leaving only the certainty that they belonged to each other.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[clickety-clacker]

Do you think Click Clack tried to be a sort of mentor for Cobigail when she first ascended since he was the next youngest after her or do you think maybe one of the other gods took up that role?

Ooooh, now that is a very interesting thought.

I think, personally, Click Clack would want to... in theory. But, as he's proved multiple times over in-game, he's not exactly the pinnacle of communication. He can be a bit dense, a bit extra, and more than a little full of himself (see: living in a golden penthouse and referring to himself with adjectives like 'handsome'. Who does that).

I think this would... clash, a bit, with Cobigail. She's a teacher (someone who has to take no shit from people), she's a country lady, and she clearly has some crazy self confidence to pull some of the pranks she's done.

On first meeting I really think that those two personalities combined would lead to Click trying very hard to be a 'cool and awesome mentor' but coming off a bit... snobby? Where Cobigail is very 'yeahhh i dont need any of that. I want, like, a coworker to show me the ropes, not a Boss'. This leads to her sort of on purpose fulling away from him, even when he does have good advice.

Enter: Thespius.

Thespius is what Cobigail wants in a "mentor", so to speak. He's kind, also loves music, and treats her more like an equal than Click (at least, how it's perceived. I will once again reinstate I don't think Clicky is trying to be bossy or full of himself, he can just come off that way easily if you don't know him well).

They hit it off very quickly- and I think they became fast friends. They have a lot of shared interests, and even a lot of shared aesthetics (plants/flowers, similar cloudlike domains, music, etc). This is even shown in game, where Thespius mentions having talked to Cobigail before you even arrive in Hobbyhoo. They're good friends!

Anyway, back to fresh baby-god Cobi timeline- while they still have some unresolved pining, Click Clack and Thespius are still very, very close. They're not 'avoiding each other' kind of pining for those 100-something years. They're the kinda guys to share the same bed and go 'haha thats what friends do right' kinda repressed. Anyway.

By virtue of being close friends with Thespius, he's the one that helps Click and Cobi get along better. She realizes that Clicky isn't trying to be so snobbish, and Click finally gets it into his dense little head that he's trying too hard, and makes an effort to... not do that.

And it's at this point that they also become friends, and wow, yeah, Click Clack does have a lot of good advice and knowledge, especially being the god of teamwork- something that overlaps heavily with her own domain.

(Of course, with all of this being said, all of the gods help mentor her in their own way. Bauhauzzo is probably one of the best gods for actual knowledge and advice, Huzzle Mug for solving problems, and Mitternacht for comfort- it was just Thespius that Cobi ended up drawing to because learning from him felt more like hanging out than getting a 'lesson'.)

[greyedian]

MAN I'm seriously so sad about season 2. Bc I wish act 2 had the same emotional impact on me as it appears to have on so many others. But rn I'm just somewhere between unable to care and actively annoyed by some of those writing decisions. Seriously the more I think about it the less I like it.

[masterfuldoodler]

If half alive has 1000 fans I am one of them. If half alive has 1 fan, I am that fan

[lil-gingerbread-queen]

So... Multiple right-wing politicians and figures in France went to social media to ask people to vote for Israel at the Eurovision and themselves vote for her, because it is "antisemitic to boo Israel" or something... That's how you get Israel a ton of votes.

Btw, a lot of those politicians are in a political party that was created with a SS. The leaders are from the same family, the father being friend with the SS and Nazis and the daughter viewing Hitler as an uncle when she was younger. This party also denied the Holocaust and later declared that it did happened (because it's against the law to deny the Holocaust), but it's not as bad as we make it. Just to point out that zionists just want to get rid of Jewish people, they don't care about them.

And also, French don't care about the Eurovision, because we all agree that we suck at music. People barely speak about it. And suddenly, those mfs give a fuck about it (the other time they do is when we send a poc to represent France, that's a scandal for them 🙄)

[kindahoping4forever]

my ultimate wish for this next era is they finally let Ryan go like they did Andy. I'm so sick of not getting the content we deserve. All the gatekeeping of tour diaries and now the crumbs of concert footage in that "documentary" yesterday. he was working for months on that? that's why we didn't get tour diaries? all that footage just goes in his vault now? Please.

Hello! I'm sorry to hear you felt disappointed by yesterday's special. However, I feel compelled to comment on a few objective points in your ask.

- "Live & Backstage in Amsterdam" was directed by James Tonkin, the same director (and production team, Hangman) they worked with on "The Feeling of Falling Upwards" (and the unreleased "Live in Brixton" special). Ryan was credited as director of the documentary footage and as a contributing editor (1 of 3) but the live footage and overall final program was not his work.

- Regardless of the particular creatives involved here (or in any given project for that matter), the fact remains that any directors, producers, photographers, etc are all hired hands operating with full input and specific direction from the band. The band chose to make this a hybrid concert film/documentary. The band chose to condense the setlist the way they did. The band chose this format over the traditional tour diaries. What happens to the unused footage will be determined by the band. Ryan is a friend but he is first and foremost an employee and the band owns that footage. (Likewise, the MYT diaries are not sitting on Andy Deluca's hard drive because he's "gatekeeping" or too lazy to edit it. If the band wanted them released, they'd be released.) All this to say, of course you don't have to agree with the decisions but it's important to clarify who your complaint is with.

- This concept of the band or their collaborators "gatekeeping" and fans not getting what we "deserve" is, to be blunt, entitled and immature. Being a fan does not make an artist indebted to you. They make music, if you feel so inclined, you listen. That's it. That's the extent of the contract. Anything beyond that is optional for both parties. Any content an artist chooses to release is not out of obligation or generosity, it's part business strategy, part artistic vision. Artists do not owe you anything. This band does not owe you anything.

[dkettchen]

hey youtube why you playing ads on my own damn videos when you refuse to give me monetisation for them

[hauntedorpheum]

first time people tell a content creator GIVE US MORE ADS

[httpiastri]

how about if... i just... don't do my work.....

[tittyinfinity]

damn I just realized that out of the 1600 people I follow not one of them is a swiftie. I've never unfollowed anyone for liking her either. but i assume any swiftie that followed me blocked me after i got 50k on a post calling her annoying

[dumbbullet]

"omg [band i like] is so [fictional character i dislike] coded!!!" No it ISN'T!! get OUT OF HERE! *kills you kills you kills you*

[anarchonist]

It's been months and I still can't get over how unbelievably stupid that fudge rounds song was and how blatantly the attempt to market it as a working class anthem was reminiscent of German Nazis trying to rebrand themselves as socialists because they hate the idea of socialism itself but love redirecting justified outrage at other poor people.

[leatherbookmark]

reading people’s convos actually made me go a little !!!!!!! because does the novel say anything about whether dead people know who murdered them? like, if someone was stabbed in the back and didn’t see the killer as they died, did they find out as a ghost? do ghosts/souls possess this ability? HM