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I always wondered...
Half of Eleceed's fans are shipping Kayden and Kartein.
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SHIPS KARTEIN AND SUBIN???!
Just look at him! He's blushing already!
That's why I feel like Kartein is a bit of a shy person.
I ship them so much that I want Kartein to fall in love with Subin too...
I'm really serious about this.. sorry but I can't help but find this ship so cute, adorable and beautiful..
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I’m Fine(Subin-Victon)
Requested by: JiaPichu
~Pretending that I'm fine, pretending that it's nothing. Whenever I see you I keep pretending. Pretending that I'm fine, pretending that I'm not mad even when I am mad. In front of you, without even knowing I keep pretending. When I eat, I'm eating cautiousness. I try to hold your hand but you have cold feet. Is being pretty everything? Yeah, it's everything, I don't know. I'm really mad so don't ask me if I'm mad. Oh my God, I'm burning up. Please, someone call the firefighters. Sorry, I'm talking too much but really I'm fine~
"This is nice, Subinie~" you called out as you ran into the cabin that served as a vacation house for said boy and his family.
"Yeah, and it's got an amazing view." He told you, laughing as you followed along like a puppy and stared in amazement as he pulled the curtains aside.
"Oh my gosh! Why haven't we come here before?! This is amazing!"
He smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Mian, I meant to bring you up here before but I never got the chance."
"You wanted to take me here? When?"
He blushed and cleared his throat before looking away, "Uhm you know. For uhm, uh-uh...Uhm."
"Our honeymoon?" You called out teasingly as you poked his cheek and laughed, watching a blush form on his cheeks.
"Yeah," he muttered hitting your hand away and pouting.
"You're so cute~" You told him before lightly pinching both of his cheeks and looking out the window to admire the view once again. "Gahh~ This is a gorgeous view! I bet the boys would love it," you said not seeing the wounded look that came over Subin's face.
You turned your head and frowned when you saw that Subin was no longer beside you, in fact he was no where in the room. "Subin-ah?" You called out, hoping to find out where he had gone.
~That’s not it I’m pretending to be alright, holding it in but that’s not it. It may seem like I’m smiling but I’m not, there’s a lot that I held inside but I couldn’t say it cause I’m afraid it’ll make me look bad. Pretending that I’m fine, pretending that it’s nothing. Whenever I see you I keep pretending. Pretending that I’m fine, pretending that I’m not mad even when I am mad. In front of you, without even knowing I keep pretending~
"Subin~"
You were now in the backyard after searching through every room in the house and not finding him, here you were walking around and calling out for the missing boy. The sun was starting to set and you were getting worried, maybe he had gone out for a walk and got hurt. You didn't want to think like that but those thoughts kept running through your head as you began to panic. Not knowing what to do though, you did the only thing that popped into your mind. Go after him!
So now you were walking fast past the trees and calling out for your husband, hoping and praying that you'd find him alive and well. The only problem was that the sun had now set and you were only able to see thanks to the flashlight that you had thought to grab from the house before you headed out. And now you were thankful that you brought it, because otherwise you wouldn't have been able to see anything.
"Subin!"
You stopped walking and took a deep breath, listening for anything. You perked up when you heard a distant voice calling out your name, though it sounded as though it was coming from behind you.
"Y/n! Y/n-ah!! Baby, where are you?!"
"Subin?" You asked yourself, not knowing how he had gotten past you without you seeing him.
"Y/n!! Baby!!"
"Subin!" You yelled out, now realizing just how frightened you were to be out here alone. "Ah!" You cried out when your light went out, leaving you in darkness.
~When I see you, it’s like a habit. When it’s hard to pretend, I start to drink. I’m a fool who only looks at you. Sometimes, I break down but I promised myself to only look at you. But behind my smile I’m so frustrated and upset. There’s no formula to love. Every day, it’s the same. Am I the first guy like this? My head is more complicated than the streets on the weekends. That’s not it, I may seem like I can take it endlessly but that’s not it. I may seem like I can pick the stars for you but that’s not it. There’s a lot I held in but I was afraid I’d look small (It’s better not to say it)~
"Y/n! Y/n?!! Baby, are you alright?"
You stood, frozen, in the middle of the woods and looked around you nervously. Scared of what could be hiding out here. You were surprised you had walked out here in the first place, you hated the woods at night since it absolutely terrified you but you had walked in without thinking when you had assumed Subin was here.
"Su-subin-ah," you called out. Cursing yourself for saying it quietly, yet when you realized he was so close you couldn't move. Couldn't speak. You were terrified.
"Y/n!! Where are you?! Speak to me baby!!"
He's so close, you thought in relief but yet again panicked when you were still to frightened to move. No, dang it he will pass by if I don't call out! Quit being a baby, y/n and do this!
"Subin!" You called out, releasing a sob as well, and crouched down bringing your arms around your knees.
"Y/n! Baby are you okay?" You heard his voice now right behind you and felt something warm get layed over your shoulders.
"S-S-Subin??"
"Shh," he crouched next to you and brought you to his chest. Rubbing your back he sighed and pet your head. "What were you doing out here?"
"I-I t-thought that you were mad at me and came out here to get away from me. I d-didn't see you in any of the other rooms," you said still crying but burying your head in his neck.
"Oh, baby I was in the garage getting the bags from the car. I'm so sorry sweetie~ I wasn't mad at you okay? I'm so sorry. Don'g be scared, it's alright. I'm here now."
Your crying slowly died down as Subin rocked you back and forth and continued to rub your back.
"You okay now?" He asked you softly, looking down and watching as you nodded. "Alright then, let's head back okay?"
Nodding once more you stood and grabbed onto his offered arm as he walked the both of you out of the woods and to the house, using his flashlight to guide the way. Then once he had sat you on the couch he walked into the kitchen and a short time later came back with two hot chocolates in his hands.
"Be careful," he warned you as you brought it to your lips. "It's hot baby, better let it cool down some."
"Okay," you said before leaning back against him and closing your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you. "I love you."
He smiled and kissed the top of your head, "I love you too baby."
~I can’t let it go this time. Today, I can’t do this. This was cute up until now but today, I need to talk to you. This isn’t right (Just saying) Pretending, when I’m in front of you. Pretending, without rest. Feeling serious again. Pretender. Pretending, when I’m in front of you. Pretending, without rest. Kicking my blankets. Pretender. Pretending that I’m fine, pretending that it’s nothing. Whenever I see you I keep pretending. Pretending that I’m fine, pretending that I’m not mad even when I am mad. In front of you, without even knowing I keep pretending~
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— skz and perverted thoughts.
sub ! skz ot8 , dom ! gn ! reader
🏷️ perversion. somnophilia. voyeurism. blasphemy. invasion of privacy. individual scenarios of 8 pining perverts. sorry anon for the late response!
— you’re the reason why bang chan never sleeps.
he knows that neither of you are together…yet. you usually sleep over at his place though, a one-bedroom apartment with an uncomfortable couch, so you’re forced to sleep next to him. chan never tells you this but he gets hard every night you sleep over. he refuses to admit—no, he will never admit that he gets hard to the idea of you sleeping soundly next to him, in nothing but your sleepwear.
chan constantly thinks about waking you up from your sleep after you’ve taken your clothes off. chan knows that you sleep without underwear — he watched you slip into your pants without putting anything under — and he wants your bare skin on his. he hasn’t seen your eyes fluttered shut in slumber since you two face away, but he thinks about how you could dominate him with the mere awakening of your irises. he wants to shock you so that you can shock him back. chan wants to feel your heavy breath on his heavier exhales instead of the gentle sighs he so desperately wants to wake. he wants to grind on your legs, dig his face in your neck, and whine as you take care of him while half-awake.
but no, he can’t have that, he can never have that, so he fantasizes. stroking his cock, once, twice, thrice, four times, while you count your sheep to slumber at the same pace.
— minho feasts on whatever eye candy you are.
he can only keep to himself for so long, staring from the chair opposite yours. he’s too dignified; minho hasn’t made his feelings clear with himself, let alone you, so he can’t do much. all he can do is look from a distance. stare. drill his eyes into every single inch of your smooth skin until his pupils dilate. fuck, you’re just his type. oh god, you’re so close yet so far.
and he wants you to be close. close the physical distance. close in on the friendship and become something more. close, moan “minho, i’m so close.” he wants to have you cum on him, finally let yourself go after ruining him to the point he’s writhing and crying under you. after staring at your hands intertwined with your best friend’s, he realized so badly that he wants your hands on his neck, knocking the wind out of his system. choke him until he wiggles and begs wordlessly for breath—or for more? he can’t tell. he’d be willing to give up the act of being so stuck-up around you and offer a rare sight that only you can see. but no.
the only sight you see of him is a good friend zoning out. minho looks so distant but he’s there, fantasizing, daydreaming about your body, how fucking good you would sound while praising him. you’re so distant, yet you’re right there, like a mere feast for his eyes, but he wants you to eat him alive, feast on him the same way.
— it’s only you who can distract changbin.
your voice echoes through his head. changbin can’t focus on anything else and his vision tunnels. you’re the light at the end of it.
you told him off numerous times to do his job right. it had been a bad day and he tried to sympathize with you — but getting turned on from being scolded doesn’t count. he can’t help the thought of being told to shut up before being called all sorts of names. he daydreamed about getting pounded on the desk, the chair—maybe the floor, where you can ride and degrade him? he wants your fitted suits discarded alongside his. changbin just wants you to lose it on him, use him to let every drop of anger out, slap him, mark him, spit on him, use him. show your true colors instead of acting polite. break in front of him the way he breaks beneath you.
suddenly, you tapped his shoulder, then his screen, sternly reminding him to “get the fuck back to work, darling.” he’d shift his legs to hide his painful and leaking erection.
the cycle continued. you’d scold him, he’d get too horny to function, making you scold him again until it was only the both of you in left the office working overtime. it’s so wrong, getting off on your emotions that you almost can’t control. but damn it, your voice is too pretty, he wants to hear it scream, tell him off, again and again.
— you made hyunjin question everything.
the search bar has “friend walked in on me masturbating.” hyunjin can’t believe he typed that. it’s so unlike him to search for things that weren’t substantial, but maybe self-discovery is just as important. you aren’t watching anymore. but the question just…doesn’t quite cut it.
he types again. “friend walked in on me masturbating but i liked it.” the results are dubious, some suggesting that it’s normal. some are porn videos — he watched as a lean, tall man got pinned down by another person, getting punished by someone peeping on him. he’s deleting the words key per key, tapping backspace until he’s on the last few letters. “i think i like my friend.” no, he already knew that long ago. “i want to fuck my friend.” no, he’d been fantasizing about that for years. you’re the reason why he masturbated in the first place, thinking of how you could ruin him, fuck his mouth with your crotch, drain him of his cum, fucking his own release back into himself. holy shit, hyunjin, that’s so bad, so bad…
“i want my friend to fuck me.” bingo. but not quite — he just can’t remove the image of your shocked, flustered face, the way you went all red, the way you hesitated and panicked. did you like what you saw? because his dick does.
hyunjin types again. “voyeurism kink guide.”
— jisung shouldn’t get too excited over you.
shock was written all over his face when he found out you liked him back, that you rejected your other best friend all because of him. imagine him riding the highs of the validation, basking in the image of you two being a couple. he loved that you saw nobody else but him.
imagine him riding his pillow to chase his high of release, basking in the image of that plush material being your lower half instead. he loved that you fucked nobody else but him.
maybe he got too pumped over the wrong things. shutting the door behind him and refusing to eavesdrop any longer, he shoved his pants down, frantically freeing his hard cock, and thought of you. you, possessive, in love with him as he was with you. jisung wanted you to own him, make him yours. he wanted to be shoved in between your arms and held up on the wall first before plummeting to the bed, whining and crying nothing but your name. he wants to forget his own. he wants the hands of his longtime crush to crush him and leave his ass bruised and his back arched.
he’s filthy. jisung stared at his hands, coated in cum that won’t stop flowing, wondering if you’re cool dating someone whose first thought about you was sex. sex with feelings, he swears, but he huffs and keeps going, overstimulating himself.
— it was you and a train ride felix couldn’t stand.
he was trying to read the tale of orpheus and eurydice, standing in the moving train, but he ripped his eyes off his book the minute you stood in front of him. stunning, amazing. curse god for making the train cramped today, his erection kept brushing against your legs.
felix felt fire surge between his legs as he took a whiff of your scent, an alluring aroma making its way down his system. you looked like a dream, like a doll that god herself sculpted out of love. he wanted to get a taste of you. he wondered if this is what couples in public transport felt like, dragging their hands down each other, feeling the other up through and under the layers of clothing. how much could he leak when one of your fingers traces down his v-line? felix wondered about the thrill of getting caught, the thought of whimpering just a little too loud for other people to hear, to shift his legs in the wrong way, hitting the wrong person, alerting everyone of your lewd antics. but why, why did he want you to do this to him?
you stood tall until you didn’t, losing balance on him. you thanked felix for catching you, but you didn’t turn his direction for long. like orpheus, he followed you, his eurydice: he can’t let you face him after everything he imagined. he tried not to drool and stared at the back of your head, hoping to only see your face after the train ride.
— seungmin’s the sinner you shouldn’t forgive.
was it his fault if you locked eyes with him first? he looked at the altar and scanned the image of the deity before him, questioning his morals, a feeling he hadn’t felt ever since he kept a penny to himself in first grade.
he heard you chant in the pew beside him. “i offer my body to you.” he heard you say it, over and over, parts of your body folding into prayer position. you were hypnotizing to witness. seungmin couldn’t help but eye down your irresistible features, watched the glow from the lights hit your face and body in just the right way. he wanted to touch you, a living statue, and he wanted to put a show in front of the altar. he wanted you to ruin him, his upper half hunched over the head of the kneeler. or maybe he wanted to kneel in front of you as he took you in his mouth, tasting every bit of you, licking every drop of your essence as if it were holy water.
you were a fallen angel. sent from the clouds down to the earth to test his temptation, and he was giving in. but you weren’t a messenger, you betrayed your god, and you indulged in his sin, never forgiving him, damning him to the flames of lust for an eternity. he’s gross, but you’re an angel, and he’s chanting his prayer:
“corrupt me, corrupt me, corrupt me, i surrender myself, my body and life, all to you…”
— you should put jeongin where he belongs.
he’s insecure. for the first time in the decade-long relationship, he’s insecure about his place in your commitment. jeongin wasn’t sure if you loved him that much.
that was, until he “accidentally” found your journal entries. he also “stumbled upon” the messages you wrote about him to your friends. he remembered this thrill, similar to the time in the early stages of your relationship where he’d snoop on things such as your plush toys, shirts, underwear…he got a bottle of your perfume just to spritz it on his pants, pretending you were jerking him off from below.
now here he was, surfing through your written words about how much you loved jeongin. you truly loved your boyfriend — but nobody was like him, fucking into his own hand while seeing you gush over him in your friend’s messages. he wanted you to gush all over his cock, his body, his face, only to slap him and scold him, forcing your arms on his cheeks to make him face you in fear. he wanted you to stop him from dealing with your stuff, telling him to mind his own things — exactly the same way you found out he was messing with your underwear before.
jeongin’s thinking please, just please, put me in place, don’t make me go anywhere else, i’ll never doubt you again. i’ll drown in you.
