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“Anxiety happens when you think you have to figure out everything all at once. Breathe. You’re strong. You’ve got this. Take it day by day.”

— Karen Salmansohn.

Save your energy 🌞

a wonwoo thought please 😔😔😔 the man is so fiiinnnneeeee

wheeeeeew he's beyond fine. honestly his fucking stare is beyond hot it makes me wanna chew glass. so imagine he's fingering you, and you're squirming beneath him while he crooks his fingers just right. the whole time he's looking at you with that fucking stare. those dark, intense eyes just rove over your body, honing in on where your pussy greedily sucks in his fingers with each thrust, before looking over the rest of your trembling form. he runs his other hand over your quivering body, tracing the curve of your torso as you arch up, of your abdomen as it tenses in response to the pleasure. the whole time he's just watching you, observing you so attentively, taking in every detail of you lost to the throes of pleasure while he thrusts his fingers deep inside of you

there's something about him that really suits a more subdued kind of lust, carrying himself as completely composed even though he's ready to burst at the seams. like he would rub his thumb over your clit just to make you cry out and clench around his fingers, and even though all you see is a tilt of the head and all you hear is a low observant hum, he was damn near ready to cum just from the way you cry out for him. the moments would drag on so slowly, your pleasure prolonged as he just sets your body alight with his skilled hands. he’d take his time, teasing you, making you melt not with a rush of heat, but with a steady simmer that has you falling apart more and more over time.

something that my therapist taught me that really helped me have more self compassion was the concept of an inner child (please note this is not the same as having different personality states)

when I'm having a hard time with my mental health I often have a lot of negative self talk and struggle to look after myself but when I imagine telling a young version of myself the things I tell myself now, I can't.

beating myself up about a mistake? it's alright, we make mistakes and we can learn from this.

struggling to get out of bed? just try for 10 minutes, watch YouTube or listen to music and if you can't stay up we can go back to bed for a bit and try again later

need to do eat something but can't find motivation? I wouldn't let them go hungry so I'll grab a snack while I make something

need to do chores but feel like I can't? let myself dance to taylor swift and do as much as I can, maybe offer a reward afterwards.

I've found it's so much harder to be hard on myself when I imagine I'm saying those things to younger me. in an ideal world I would be kind to current myself but if I can't? I'll be kind to the six year old version of me who deserves to be looked after and cherished and told they're important. when I can't bring myself to do something for me I'll do it for them.

Yeosang: Hey Seonghwa, you busy on friday around 8pm?

Seonghwa: No why?

Yeosang: *looking at Hongjoong* how about you?

Hongjoong: I’m free i guess..

Yeosang: Well i’m actually busy so why don’t y’all just go on this date without me? *gets up and leaves*

Seonghwa: Did he just-

Mingi, passing by: Someone had to

OMG NO STAWWWP!

I'm kidding please keep going. 

I can just imagine the hard degradation he would use when he's jealous, sweet Jesus.

'You think you can find someone to fuck you better than I can? No, your cunt is mine'.

No b/c I've seen his natal chart & he seems he might have a thing for exhibitionism & so imagine if all the members were flirting with you & they had to watch while he takes you in front of them.

'Go ahead & show them what a needy slut you are for me, how you're already so wet for me'.

'Do you want them to take a lick, hm? Are you that big of a slut? You'd do that right in front of me when i strictly told you to just look and not touch?' But he could almost cum on the spot when you let a fucked out smile paint your face,mumbling out a 'no,i just need you', proving him that at the end of the day he's the only one your cunt throbs for, not caring about the rest of the members watching you, completely immersed in him.

And then the degradation turns into praise. 'Let me rub your little clit as a reward hm'kay? Let them watch. That's right, only I fuck you this good, so good'

hi i just want everyone to know that i will never ever EVER be angry with anyone for not replying to my texts even though you’re visibly online and reblogging/posting. i understand that holding a conversation takes a lot more energy and effort than scrolling and posting and that’s 100% okay. take care of yourself first. the whole idea that you HAVE to reply to someone when you’re online is toxic and makes mentally ill people feel as though they are bad friends just because they can’t always reply within minutes. 

Why are you so sensitive? (Choi San imagine)

Genre: Cute, fluff imagine

Word count: Unknown

Gif is mine

You were watching a movie with your boyfriend, San. It was a Saturday night. After a very difficult week, a day off was everything you needed.

You two were sitting on the living room's couch and his hands were around you. You were hugging each other tightly and you were both watching tv carefully.

San didn't want to miss anything, so he were not talking to you. "San, would you like me to bring some pop corn?", you asked him, but he did not answer. "San!", you shouted and he turned his head to face you. "What, baby? Did you say anything?", he asked.

His ignorance made you very angry. You were so mad at him, because of his answer. You made the decision to go to the kitchen and you left him alone. You took the bowl of pop corn with you and you went back to the living room. You sat next to San and you started cuddling with him again.

You were watching a thriller and you could not help but being scared every time the screen was showing something scary. You were so terrified that the bowl fell on the floor. The living room's floor were now full of pop corn.

You looked at San with sorry eyes. It was time for him to be angry. "I fixed the floor an hour ago!", San complained. "Sorry...", you said in a pitty way and he stood up. He brought a broom. He cleaned and he sat next to you after finishing.

"Are you mad at me?", you asked him softly. "No!", he said in a mad way. You were sure that he was lying. The tone of his voice was really serious and angry. You were talking to him for a while and he was ignoring you again.

You wanted to cry. What had you done to him to deserve this kind of reaction? You left him alone again and he didn't know why you were doing this. "Where are you going?", he shouted. You didn't answer and you went to your shared bedroom.

San was following you, while he was full of curiosity. You fall on the bed and you started crying. "Baby, what happened? Are you Ok?", San asked and he sat next to you. "What have I done to you and you are treating me like that?", you said, while you were crying.

"I am really sorry! I am really sorry I made you feel so bad! I was overreacting! It is my fault, sweetheart!", he said and he put his hands on your cheeks.

"Why are you so sensitive?", he said and he smiled at you. "I don't know... It's... It's just...", you said, but he stopped you. "It's just you, baby! And I love you to the moon and back!", he said and he kissed you.

The end

DO NOT COPY!

Requests open (only Little mix, Why don't we, V and Ateez)

(Pt.?) Seongjoong As Parents

Yeosang, playing Wii sports: I may look okay on the outside, but deep down i want you to

Yeosang, pressing the button: Erase Mii

Hongjoong, sighing: What have we said about stupid thoughts?

The rest of ATEEZ, in sync: No stupid thoughts, feelings or ideas during Family Time

[17:03 pm]

⎘ pairing: fem!reader × park seonghwa.

⎘ genre: smut, angst, enemies to fuckers lovers.

⎘ warnings: infidelity, the reader is kinda a brat and seonghwa is not okay with that, creampie, mentions of marking, brief nipple & clit play.

⎘ description: he may hate you but he hates the fact you’re with someone else more.

⎘ word count: 923.

⎘ author’s note: i was originally gonna write something fluff filled for seonghwa’s birthday but then this happened.

masterlist.

© atozfic, 2021.

“how are you still so. fucking. tight?”

his thrusts punctuate the words he speaks against your neck between the countless bites and kisses. he knows the boundaries between you both, knows to never leave his marks on you, but he wants to throw caution to the wind and give in to his desire to ruin your relationship. he wants, selfishly, to be the only one you let into your life, not just into your pants.

“…even after all the times your little cunt has taken my cock.” his rambling continues much like his thrusts. everything he’s saying seems to swim around in your head, echoing and tugging you closer and closer to the edge, tempting you to just let go and allow yourself to be held by seonghwa only.

“maybe your dick’s just too small to leave any lasting impact.” the drag of his length against your velvet walls is electrifying, lighting up the nerves all over your body as he tugs at one of your nipples with his teeth. 

“pretty sure you cried the first time i fucked you, kitten.”

“those were-” your own mouth betrays you as a moan slips out despite your attempts to suppress it, causing seonghwa to smirk because he knows. he knows the tip of him is beginning to repeatedly brush against that lethal spot inside of you, turning your brain to mush and your limbs to jelly. “tears of regret, asshat.”

he laughs, knowing how full of shit your statement is. when this little affair began, it was nothing more than a drunken accident. in theory, there wasn’t much you both liked about each other and neither of you put the effort into hide this fact. most of your mutual friends had even once made a bet on how quickly you both would start an argument. one night, the argument just went too far. 

or that’s what you prefer to tell yourself, it sounds nicer than admitting the underlying sexual tension that you’d both created over the months. one time, you’d promised this to yourself. one time and that was the craving out of your system forever. 

it took you no more than nine days to break that promise, showing up at his door after an argument with your boyfriend. 

and now? you can hardly remember what it feels like to be touched by someone other than seonghwa. yes, it’s so wrong, but it feels so right.

“turn around.” seonghwa breaks your train of thought, pulling out of you with a hiss as his hands manoeuvre you into the position he wants: ass up, your dripping slit on display while your face is buried in the sheets. you’d asked him just last week why he liked to fuck you like that, to which he lied. because, how could he explain that it was easier to detach himself from his feelings when he didn’t have to make eye contact with you, to watch your face as he overwhelmed you with pleasure?

seonghwa quickly gets back into the pace he’d set before, driving his cock into you with determination. the skin on your hips stings while he digs crescents into it with his nails, a death grip keeping you in place for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight, his favourite little cocksleeve. its his hand snaking round to rub your clit that finally breaks your resolve.

“hwa!” you practically whine his name, fuelling his ego more. there’s no sight prettier to him than you begging for his cock. “i’m gonna- fuck-”

“you’re gonna what, darling?” neither of you acknowledge the sudden new pet name, far more endearing than his usual use of kitten or whore. “gonna cum for me? make a mess all over my cock? huh?”

you don’t get the chance to reply as your orgasm flushes over you suddenly, your walls tightening around him as you paint him in your juices. seonghwa does his best to keep pace, fucking you through your high. the hands which had previously gripped your hips, now rub softly at your skin, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss along your spine.

with his own high approaching, his thrusts grow sloppier and his sweet moans reach your ears. when he feels you purposefully clench around him, seonghwa topples over the edge of sanity, his frame collapsing on top of yours as he milks himself into you, filling your hole with his seed. 

you both just lay there, sweat coated bodies stuck together as you try regain your breaths and he softens inside of you. you can’t help but whine as he slips out, rolling over to lay next to you, no words being exchanged and no glances being shared. 

you’re the first one to finally move, doing your best to find your discarded clothing and dressing yourself as quickly as possible. it’s not till you check your phone and see the notification that you realise you’re late for the reservation. you really should be more concerned with how little guilt you feel, if any at all. 

“go run along to your date, i guess.” seonghwa speaks carelessly, ignoring how much he wants to ask you to do the opposite. to stay with him, to realise what you could both have if you’d just stop being afraid to end your loveless relationship, to see he desired you in ways so much more than just physically.  

but, alas, he’s a coward. 

“just remember who’s cum it is staining your pretty panties while you’re sat across from him.”