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OH MYY FUCKINNNG GOOOODDDDDDDD AAAAAAA I cannot wait for part four I usually don't read smaus but girlie u got me hooked

Until you hold my hand | three

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ꜱᴍᴀᴜ, ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ, ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ "ꜱʏᴅɴᴇʏ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ" ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝘆/𝗻'𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲,

a/n: let's ignore the time stamps for all the twitter captions from now on, shall we?

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I want this man in ways that concern feminism-

Like a Lollipop

literal crack cause hoshis abs make me wanna [redacted]

warnings: porn and my horny gross thoughts

"Soonie?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"if i ask you something can you promise not to laugh at me?"

Soonyoung looked down at you from his spot on the couch, his head tilting to look you in the eyes as you rested your head on his chest.

"you know i cant promise that baby"

"ugh just promise me" you pouted "youre supposed to make me feel safe and accepted"

"yeah but im also supposed to make fun of you when you say something weird. its written into the agreement we signed when we started dating"

you slapped his chest. his glorious, muscled chest.

"soonyoung! im trying to be serious!"

"ah! fine i wont laugh!"

you sighed, resting your head back onto soonyoung's chest. you trailed your hand up his abs, feeling each curve of strong muscle before finally voicing what had been on your mind for hours.

"can i lick your abs?"

a strangled sound came from your boyfriend's throat. one you could tell meant he was trying his hardest not to laugh at what youd just asked him.

"and youre asking me this becaauuusee?"

"im asking because theyre hot" you lifted off of him, situating yourself between his thighs, your face pressed lightly against his stomach while you looked up at him through your eyelashes. "and i want to taste you soonyoung" you lifted his shirt up, revealing the sculpted muscles. you raked your hand down towards his cock, palming the still-soft member lightly "i want to taste all of you"

soonyoung sighed breathlessly "oh."

"yeah" you trailed off, bringing your face back down to his cock, pressing yourself against his growing length like the horny bitch you were "dont you want me to taste you soonie? lick you up?"

you didnt give him a chance to respond before you moved your head up his body, dragging your wet tongue along his happy trail and up his abs.

soonyoung gasped underneath you, his head tilting back against the arm of the couch as he watched you lick the muscles he worked so hard to maintain. you were praising every inch of him so well, and as much as he had wanted to tease you for your odd request, he couldnt lie that it was hot seeing you so needy for him.

you continued palming him through his sweats, his now fully-erect cock twitching with each pass your hand made over him.

you continued looking up at him through your lashes, teasing him with your tongue.

"look at you soonie, letting me lick you like this. you really are such a whore for me huh? letting your girlfriend lick your abs when your dick is right here just waiting for me to lick on it too." you emphasized your point by speeding up your hand against his dick, caressing his hardness through his sweats, just rough enough to push him over the edge like you knew it would.

soonyoung didnt last long after that. the mixture of your soft licks against him and the way you dirty talked was just too much, too fast. he came hard, hot spurts of cum seeping through his sweats and sticking to your hand through the thin fabric.

you smirked, lifting your tongue off of his abs. he looked so hot like this: fluffy cheeks all pink and pouty from the embarrassing ordeal of cumming in his pants, his hair tousled and going every which way.

you loved how you could get away with things like this with him.

soonyoung grabbed your hand, forcing you to your feet with him. "oh no, were not done yet. you think you get to make me cum in my pants and i wont return the favor?" he pulled you by your wrist towards your bedroom "no baby, youre in for a long night."

you also loved how intent on one-upping you he became when you made him cum fast.

with a giggle you followed him, praying to god that youd get another glimpse at those perfect abs. maybe hed even let you lick them again, since he so obviously liked it just as much as you did.

[author's note]

yeah man idk

You should be furious that people trying to escape genocide in Gaza, Sudan, Congo all need raise an absurd amount of money just to survive

You should be furious at how these people went through atrocity after atrocity and still need raise tens of thousands of dollars to get away

You should be furious at this insidious thing that completely encapsulates how capitalism feeds off of blood

violently sobbing <3-

up. and down

𝜗𝜚 angst, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 wc: 818 warnings: mentions of mental health issues, depression, oldest daughter syndrome

natalia's note: this is something very self indulgent, and as much as i'm kind of afraid to post it (partially because it's shitty as hell, and not proofread) writing it was a bit healing. whoever is struggling out there as well - i just want you to know that you're a fucking badass

everyone has their better and worse days. life is just a constant sinusoid of going up and down, up and down. 

up. and down. 

this was definitely one of your downs. but it was also one of those where you couldn’t explain why you were feeling so down. so numb. so washed out of everything. nothing bad really happened that day - you didn’t oversleep, no one spilled coffee on you, everyone you encountered was nice and polite. maybe the weather was a bit gloomy, but you knew it had nothing to do with the way you were feeling. 

yet, as you were walking up the stairs to your apartment, all you could focus on was the emptiness in your chest, the heart that was beating way too fast for it to be normal, the tears threatening to spill, and your shaky hands that were clutching the door keys for dear life.  

and you felt so guilty for that. you didn’t know why, but you did. 

you tried telling yourself that you weren’t weak, that it was valid for you to have a worse day, and not feel guilty about it - but you just couldn’t. nothing happened for god’s sake, you didn’t have a single reason for the tears that were pooling in your eyes, so how could you call yourself anything but weak?   

“hey, honey. you’re home early,” you looked up to see your boyfriend standing in the hallway, with a big smile on his face. the exact one that could usually turn the shittiest days into the best ones. but not today. 

it made you feel even worse. seungcheol was one of the best things that could ever happen in your life. he was caring, loving, he’d move the mountains for you if he had to. he was the most hardworking man you’d ever met, and he never complained, no matter how hard it got. 

you didn’t want him to see you like this. ever. you didn’t want to show the light of your life your ugly side, the one that could rot in bed for days because it had no energy to get up and take a shower. the one that cried for hours for no reason. the one that sometimes felt like giving up was the only solution. 

you cleared your throat, trying to push everything away for the sake of your boyfriend. “hey, baby. what are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at work?” 

“yeah, but,” he narrowed his eyes, and took in your form, “they let us go early today,” he said after a quick pause. of course in that split of a second he sensed that something wasn’t right. as if you could ever hide anything from him. “what’s wrong?” 

“nothing,” you wanted to scream. nothing happened, except that your lungs didn’t let you breathe, and your heart was too heavy to beat properly. 

“i don’t know,” you finally admitted, and shrugged your shoulders. that’s when the first tear fell. “i don’t know what’s wrong, cheol,” your voice broke. 

seungcheol didn’t say anything else, he just walked up to you, and put his arms around you, caging you in an embrace that you knew so well. everything was so familiar - his gentle yet firm touch, the smell of his cologne, his slightly chapped lips resting against your temple - and still you felt like an intruder. like you didn’t deserve it. 

“you know i love you, right?” though his voice was quiet, you could hear it was slightly shaky. “your friends love you,” he said, and slid one of his hands from your back up to your head, cupping it. “and kkuma loves you. very much.” 

you choked on a sob, and hid your face further up seungcheol’s neck.

“i know you don’t see yourself like that,” you could feel something wet sliding down your neck, and for some reason you knew that the tears weren’t only your own, “but you’re so strong. you really are.” 

by now you were gripping onto cheol’s shirt like it was the last thing that could keep you afloat. you didn’t care about the tears anymore. you didn’t care about the broken cries. you just wanted to stay like this forever. 

“why am i like this? why can’t my mind just leave me alone?” you cried, your shoulders shaking. 

“i don’t know, baby. i don’t know.” 

and so you stood in the hallway of your apartment, with a very confused white fluff ball at your feet, till you had no more tears left to cry.

life is just a constant sinusoid of going up and down, up and down. 

up. and down. 

even though your down may seem like a dark path with no way out, like a never ending circle of tears and pain, you have to keep fighting, because you have people worth fighting for. 

and most importantly - you have to keep fighting for yourself.