#for me and anyone obsessed with his nose i guess 💖 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

Text

To be alone with you 7

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, power imbalance, cheating, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your babysitting gig becomes complicated. (f!plus sized!reader)

Character: dilf!Clark Kent

Note: Long time, no see.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

Spaghetti and meatballs. Simple and delicious. You assume it’s one of Clark’s specialties, the way Jonny talks about it. A plateful steams before you, the garlicky scent tugging at the appetite you hadn’t noticed before.

After the unsettling night alone, you’re starting to feel normal again. It’s comforting to have someone else there, even if it is Clark. He’s not a bad guy, he’s nice enough, it’s just that underlying imbalance that makes it awkward. Technically, he’s your boss. Even if he wasn’t, he’s much older, you’re not sure you have much in common.

“Uh, what do you want to drink?” Clark calls from the kitchen, “I see Sprite and… not much else.”

“Oh, I’ll have one, please,” you answer. You don’t drink soda often, your mom’s the one who keeps the Sprite in the fridge but it’s so hot out you could go for a crisp drink.

You wait patiently, not wanting to be rude and start before he’s sitting down. It only seems right after he went to all the trouble of cooking for you. Clark appears with two glasses. You’re surprised he didn’t just bring the cans but don’t think much of it.

He puts a glass beside your plate, then his own, a few cubes of ice in his. You notice how his hair curls with the heat, a little askew from his efforts in the kitchen. You smile and thank him for the drink.

“This looks good. You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble. Dad left me pizza money.”

“It’s fine. I’m a bit restless without anyone around. I’m used to this,” he shrugs as he sits down, his shoulders wider than the chair. Sometimes you forget how big he is. It’s almost absurd when he’s just an overworked suburban dad in your head.

“Dig in, please. You didn’t have to wait,” he stirs the sauce into his noodles.

“Oh, it’s okay,” you twirl your fork in the pile of pasta. You blow over the steaming sauce and lean forward, tasting it as you try not to flick sauce all over. You hum and do your best to slurp up the ends of the noodles without making a mess. “That’s pretty good.”

“Yep, got more than my good looks,” he chuckles, “I can cook too.”

You smile, taking another bite and chewing through the tension. There’s a bit of zest to the sauce. You can’t disagree with his self-appraisal. He can cook.

You take the folded paper towel next to your plate and wipe your lips before you reach for your soda. You gulp it greedily and nearly choke. You sputter as the carbonation bubbles up to your nostrils.

“You okay?” Clark asks, his cheek ticking.

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” you sniffle and push the paper towel to your nose. You laugh at yourself and clear your throat, “I… haven’t had sprite in a while, guess I forgot how it tastes.”

“Ah, well, did you want water?” He asks.

“No, it’s fine. Not bad,” you turn the glass and look at the soda, “bit of an aftertaste.”

“I don’t really have soda,” he sits back, poking at his plate, “most water. A juice box here and there.”

“Makes sense.”

Your forks clink as you eat in silence. The air is thick as both of you search for something to talk about. Where you’re struggling to find some commonality, there’s a twitchiness to him that suggests he’s trying not to say everything.

“If you’re up for it, maybe we could watch a movie?” He suggests.

“A movie?” You weigh the prospect. You suppose it’s a better idea than staring at the wall. Movies are a great way to fill awkward silences. “Sure, why not. Been a while since I saw anything good. Do you have anything in mind?”

“Nah, not really. I mostly end up watching Pixar so it’s on you. I trust your judgment.”

“You shouldn’t,” you scoff, “I love Pixar.”

He smiles and gives a small chuckle, “well, just don’t be mad when I mouth along with the dialogue.”

“Kidding,” you take another sip of Sprite, trying to wash away the tomatoey tang, “promise, adult movies only.” You cringe as you realise what you said, “I mean, grown-up– er–”

Clark laughs louder, “I got it,” his cheeks bulb as the cleft in his chin deepens, “I know what you’re saying, don’t worry about it.”

“Right,” you shift in your chair, thoroughly embarrassed. You really are so smooth. It’s a good thing it’s just him, you’re sure he’s not very worried about your dumb remarks.

🏡

Despite your efforts to help, Clark insists on cleaning up. You let him as you go upstairs to take a quick shower. Sweating in the sun reading all day has left you feeling a bit musty.

You pull on a pair of striped pajama shorts and a loose tee shirt. You do a face scrub and some moisturising serum before finally emerging, feeling fresh and a bit sleepy. You can hear Clark below scuttling around.

You go downstairs and peer towards the darkened doorway of the kitchen. You pass it and stop just at the threshold of the front room. You find Clark laying out the cushions on the floor along with the throw blankets and pillows. The coffee table is moved aside to allow for some space as the TV glares behind him.

You give him a curious look and he flinches as he notices you. You come forward slowly as the loose hem of your shorts ripples against your thigh. You’re suddenly very aware of how much of your legs are bare. Oh well, it’s only Clark.

“What are you doing?” You ask as you cross the room.

“Oh, me and Jonny do this. I figured you weren’t into making forts but I just thought–” he stops and looks down at his handiwork, “it’s lame, isn’t it? I’m sorry. I’m just trying to make things feel normal… for both of us.”

You give an empathetic smile, “it’s nice. Really,” you look him in the eye, the bold blues gleaming back at you, “it’s sweet. And it looks cozy.”

“Great,” he lightens up as he drops the last pillow, “well,” he turns and grabs the remote, “choose something.”

You nod and take the remote. You sit on a cushion and lean back against the couch. You flick through the new additions on the main screen and choose a movie you’ve heard a lot of buzz about. You blink as the light suddenly goes out and you look over to see Clark’s shadow moving towards you. It gives you an eerie wave of deja vu as you recall the silhouette of the intruder.

You shudder and reach to put the remote up on the couch behind you. You turn back around and a large yawn erupts without warning. You rub your itchy eyes and shake your head, the edges of the television almost blurry as you try to focus on it.

“Tired?” Clark nudges you as he sits beside you.

“Didn’t sleep after… after last night,” you say.

“Ah, of course not. That was a stupid question.”

“It’s f-i-ine,” you yawn again, “really. I’m sure I will tonight. Especially with you here.”

“Really?” He breathes.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be able to turn the lights off if I was alone,” you lean into the couch as you slouch down, “anyway, I’ll be quiet. Movie’s starting.”

He doesn’t answer as he mirrors you, plumping a pillow behind himself as he wiggles down and gazes up at the screen. Your eyelids feel heavy as you fight to keep them open. The opening scene barely ends as you feel your body slackening with fatigue. You’re barely going to make it through the credits.

You turn onto your side, leaning on your elbow as you hug a pillow under your head. You feel Clark shift too. You blink, a long blink, and when you open your eyes again, you’re lost. You have no idea what the characters are talking about.

You flutter your lashes and try to sit up. You give up as an achy weakness bites at your muscles. Oh well, if you fall asleep, you fall asleep. You can’t fight it anymore.

You close your eyes and wade in the shallow pool of exhaustion. Your head goes wobbly as you’re vaguely aware of the hues flickering and flashing from the television. A sudden warmth rests on your hip, a light sensation you can’t place.

“Are you awake?”

The question blows through you. You don’t have the strength to answer. Your eyes feel strange, dry and almost painful.

You wiggle, shaken by a strength not your own. You slip further from consciousness. You flip onto your back, dragged down until you're entirely flat on the floor. Your eyes are glued shut as you’re trapped in the dregs of sleep. You can’t break through, but you can feel the world around you.

You feel a tickle over your stomach and along your chest. A soft squeeze and a dampness blows over your throat. Heat surrounds you as something prods below your jaw, something soft brushing on your neck. A low drone swirls in your ears.

“Mmm, sweetie, you smell good,” Clark’s voice distorts as you languish in the void, “I bet you feel even better.”

Another tickle. Just along your thighs. A coolness that breezes over you as fabric ripples against you. The loose leg rumples against the crease of your leg as a stroking sensation flicks around your clit.

The electrifying currents radiate from your core. Your chest rises and falls with your rushing breaths. Your heart beats loudly, further deafening the muffled voices coming from the television and the low moan drifting into your ear. Your name plucks at you but cannot rouse you.

Wetness across your cheek then on your lips, delving inside, pressing to your tongue. A sloppy lapping, slickness around your mouth, a new weight over you. Tugging at your shirt and roughness against your tender skin. Squeezing and kneading your chest as a fire razes over your.

Your legs are pushed wide. You feel the world shift and tilt as you come near the surface. Your eyes slit and you can see shadows pulsing all around. A heavy blackness hangs over you as you feel heat against your thighs. Firm muscle holding you open.

You gasp as the wetness along your cunt eases the intrusion. Your eyelids flick up and your eyes roll as your head lolls dizzily. You fight to lift your head but can’t. It’s too much just to look around.

The single digits moves in and out of you, inching deeper each time, the ridge of knuckles grazing your walls. You moan as the hand pulls back and a second finger stretches you. In, out, the wet noise of your tight cunt nips at your shame.

It’s not a dream. It can’t be. It feels too real. Too deep. He’s touching you, he’s inside you. Mr. Kent rocks his hand against your cunt as he hangs his head next to yours and pants, his large body draped across you.

“Baby,” he purrs as your arms remain paralysed at your sides, “shhh, it’s okay. It won’t hurt…” he whispers, “the pills will help.”

You don’t understand what he’s saying or what he’s doing. No, no, you’re wrong. It has to be a dream. He wouldn’t do this. He doesn’t want you. He has a wife. He’s heartbroken over her.

The glare of the TV limns his shoulders, broad and rounded with muscles. He’s naked. The colours skew over his skin as he curls his back, dragging his fingers free of your cunt. He leaves a wet trail down your thigh.

He pushes his knees up, keeping you splayed around him. He feels along your shorts, once more delving past the loose cotton. He prods against your folds. A bulbous, thick shape that has you clenching. He lines his tip up with your entrance and leans in, just enough for you to whimper.

He slides back along your lips, slickening himself with your stolen pleasure. He rubs against you, over and over, stopping again at your entrance. He huffs and jostles you, urging his thick forearm under your neck. Your head hangs back over his arm as you groan and curl your fingers against the blankets.

“Baby, it hurts me too,” he dips his hips, forcing his tip past the tight resistance. Your voice rises, tiny, short squeaks as you feel the daze splitting with your inside. “Just a little…” he rocks back and in again, an inch at first, over and over, shaking each time. “Little more…” he sinks in further and your voice grows more steady.

Your eyes are wide and terrified as the pain assures you of reality. You tense but your body won’t obey. You can’t stop him. You can’t move!

“Little…” he repeats and thrusts deeper again, “...more,” he rolls back and in. His arm bends around your neck as he buries his face in your hair. His other hand braces your thigh, nails digging in as he keeps his motion. With each tilt, he slides in more. More and more until you’re agonizingly full.

You let out a whine, long and desperate as he reaches his limit. He keeps himself there as he whimpers and shakes. He wiggles his hips as he feels you around him.

“Oh god, I… you’re so good. Why are you so good?” He puffs and thrusts, jolting your entire body, “you… you’re so good I had to. I know…” he ruts again, “I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t…” he chants as he keeps his motion, easing back slowly only to snap back into you.

Your eyes wet and tears trickle out. It’s more than the pain, it’s the horror swelling in you, boiling but unable to flow over as you remain helpless. You close your eyes and choke on a sob as he rams into you faster, flesh clapping louder each time he dips into you.

You ache as he fucks you. On and on. It feels like forever as you strain against the futility, only able to bend and unbend your fingers. Please stop. Please get off. All you can utter are senseless garbles.

“Baby,” he growls, “I’m gonna– I can’t–” He pushes off of you in a panic, sliding halfway before he spasms and bucks, whimpering as you feel him spill into you, “shit, shit, shit,” he pants as he stills himself, “I didn’t mean to… not inside…”

Your head falls to the side, your eyes rolling back into your skull. You let the darkness win. You’re going to wake up and it’s all going to be a nightmare. Right?

#clark kent #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #clark kent x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au #dcu #dc #superman #to be alone with you #babysitter au

297 notes · View notes

wikiangela · 6 months

Text

fuck it friday

tagged by @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck 💖💖

finally back with alive shannon! still not done with the conversation I'm stuck at, but just left it for now and gonna circle back later (and I can't even begin to tell you how much it bothers me that i'm not writing in order now omg) but small progress is happening so yaay! haha here's something from ch3 - buck's pov - it's a longer snippet that I literally just wrote so it's rough but it's something at least haha

prev snippet

___

“Buck!” Christopher exclaims, noticing him first, and he hears rapid footsteps and crutches hitting the floor.

“Hey- shoes!” Eddie sighs heavily, and Buck just knows he’s shaking his head.

“Hey, bud.” Buck smiles, finally turning away from the TV, giving Chris a hug. “How was school?”

“Okay.” he shrugs. “Hi, mom.” Chris adds, turning towards Shannon to give her a hug as well. “How are you feeling?” he asks quietly, concern in his voice, and Buck’s heart melts. From the look on Shannon’s face, so does hers.

“Better.” she smiles, running her hand through his curls with the softest expression on her face, just full of pure love. Buck’s so happy they get to have this, both Christopher and Shannon, that they get this time together they so obviously needed and missed. “Buck’s been keeping me company while waiting for you.” she adds, grinning at Buck.

“What are you guys watching?” Eddie comes closer and sits in the chair, gesturing for Christopher to come over to him, and then helps him out of his shoes. He’s glancing at the TV, probably trying to guess if he knows the show.

“It’s just this telenovela your abuela was obsessed with a couple years ago.” Shannon shrugs, lowering the volume. They’ll have to rewind and see everything they’ve missed. Or maybe look it up and start from the beginning. Buck’s invested already, and she’s fun to watch with, and maybe if they bond over that, things will feel less awkward. “There’s reruns.”

“You’re watching telenovelas?” Eddie looks up at Buck, then at Shannon, and back at Buck, frowning. “Without me?” he pouts, sounding half-teasing. He keeps looking between them, almost nervously. Is he worried that they won’t get along or something? Ridiculous. Buck can get along with anyone if he wants to – well, almost – and he’s gonna try here, for sure – it’s Chris’ mom, he has to.

“Sorry.” Buck chuckles, leaning back against the couch. Eddie finishes helping Chris and stands up again, while the boy takes a seat between Shannon and Buck, grinning from ear to ear. He scoots closer to Shannon, carefully cuddling into her side, her arm coming up around him. “You wanna watch with us?”

“Uh, I’d love to, but dinner won’t make itself.” Eddie moves to go towards the kitchen, but then stops and hesitates. “Uh, Buck-”

“Ugh, you’re gonna cook?” Christopher wrinkles his nose. “Can’t we order something again?”

“My cooking isn't that bad.” Eddie says, mock-offended, crossing his arms. “Right?” he looks at Buck, and then Shannon. Buck winces and takes in a sharp breath, while Shan wrinkles her nose – and Buck sees such resemblance between her and Chris in that moment – but neither says anything. “Unbelievable.” Eddie shakes his head, and Buck and Shannon look at each other over Christopher’s head and crack up. They might be on the same wavelength, that’s good. Teasing Eddie is another common ground, it seems like. “We had take out last night, and the night before, and before that all the food people brought over after-” he pauses, swallowing hard, still not able to talk about the accident, about almost losing her. He told Buck about his abuela and tía, and Bobby, and even Hen and Karen, and some other people from the station bringing some food so he doesn’t have to bother cooking while taking care of Shannon. “Well, what’s left is in the freezer, and I wanted to do something nice and cook, but maybe I’ll just defrost something.” he sighs, defeated, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips. “That okay, boss?” he adds, emphasizing the last word and looking at his son with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes.” Christopher nods, then bursts into giggles.

“Fine.” Eddie turns and starts walking towards the kitchen. “Buck, you coming with me?”

“You need help defrosting? Wow, you are helpless.” he says, winking at Chris, who just laughs again, but then gets up anyway, following Eddie – who’s at the kitchen door already, and flips him off.

___

no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gayarthur @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @eddiediaztho @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @hoodie-buck @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @ladydorian05 @forthewolves @honestlydarkprincess @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @eowon @theotherbuckley @weewootruck @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @callaplums @loserdiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @underwater-ninja-13

#fuck it friday #the alive shannon fic #shannon diaz #buddie wip #buddie fic #wikiangela writes #my writing #angst #fic snippet #my wips #didn't write much today tbh and need to go to sleep soon bc i work tomorrow #but just scribbled this so decided to share - maybe it'll help inspire and motivate me lol #(also side note bc im excited - didn't write today but almost finished a crochet teddy bear and it's turning out so cute!! haha)#(lowkey buck getting into crocheting fic when lol - omg did I just have a new idea 🤦😩 lol)#anyway why do i always ramble in those tags lmao

63 notes · View notes

baekhvuns · 1 year

Note

No American football in this household as it should💘 god, sometimes players go to more established clubs which gives them more money and prestige, however those clubs already have their stars, so they're just kinda.... there waiting. Mbappe can definitely shine in PSG more, but who knows maybe he'll fit in with RM 🤔

Damn not Pele and Vivienne Westwood dying on my birthday omfg. But I forgot both Joshua and Tae were born on Dec 30th 1995, lol!

As much as it pains me to say this, Ronaldo made the 🇵🇹 team, love him or hate him, but he's good in a team for the most part. Unless there's no one to help him 😭 🇦🇷 has always been stronger as a team

Omg not the nose 😭 did he break it? HANDBALL IS EVIL BAEK I was forced to play it and it's so dumb 🔪 football>>basketball>>>volleyball>>>>>>>>handball. I had some aggressive teammates lol, I was also pretty wild and yeah shit happened I can't explain it 😅

What if Pique's a double agent hired by tabloids to inflirtate Madrid. Pique spy AU ahajajjjsbsusistsiagsjsgsgssh. It's true I legit forgot Italy won that year it's just Zidane goat-ing Materazzi and I watched that match liveI was GAGGGGED, I tell you. Yeah wtf is wrong with Italy??? I showed my friend this IoI the comments are killing me

Justice for Salah 😭 I don't wanna get between people and their religion, but 💀 does it have to be that serious... btw Mou my guy, stop 😭

I'm gonna check out the songs then. I think I saw Happy New Year actually 👀

Omg Betty White, just remembered she's gone too </3 and why would you give me the power to imagine that runner AU?! Why tease me and leave me blueballed...

EXO does raffles? Wtf, manifesting a ticket under your pillow!

Yeah and he's going to jail with me

I quite like Halazia, I can't say it's top tier for me, but it's good enough, I wish I was obsessed, but they have many amazing songs it's hard to surpass them. But it's a step up from Paradigm for sure, lol. I feel like Jongho's note was too high, they tend to process it and it's unnecessary. The chorus doesn't hit as much as it should I think. Anyways, people are claiming it's their best song ever, besties calm down! 😵 (tbh they say it about every single track even Paradgim) the MV however was AN EXPERIENCE WOW. My eyes couldn't keep up cause it was A LOT to take. Digipedi delivered! The choreography too?! And Seonghwa Christ!!!🙏🏻 🧎🏼‍♀️

Uhm, no Seonghwa collab again, so him and Jongho are the only jobless ones since the rappers have a stage unit. Idk how to feel about it, why won't they pick Hwa or why won't he participate....... this is getting more and more ridiculous

AND THIS 😩😩😩😩 we keep losing, hope it's just 10mm. Also rip to his scalp, but it's worth it, he's serving and serving <3333

Damn right Hwa my baby girl, my girlfriend 🥰

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA STOP GIVING US SO MANY GREAT PCS

"silent - a lot has happened to you. its demoralizing, i know. you cry with your head leaning against the wall, tears streaking your face. your lip quivers but your mouth stays firmly closed. you keep your problems to yourself to not bother anyone." The quiz omg Baek calm down with the angst 😩

Ikon not renewing is not surprising at all, soon there won't be anyone left in YG except their new gg

Anyways goodbyeeeee - DV 💖

hi hello!!

absolutely not, never, not even in my fics 🔫 yeah! like ronaldo going al nassr 😭😭 but tbh he’s kinda right in that action, kept getting disrespected and treated like business so i guess he’s also gonna think of it as a business but it is sad to see him leave euro teams 😭😭😭🤚🏻🤚🏻 pissed a little but he secured the bag bUT FOR WHAT,,, habibi era,, little sad that rm couldn’t give him a 6 month contract so maybe he could retire as a madridista 😭😭 somethings i guess can not happen 😭😭

apparently ramos is going there too?? and since psg’s having a friendly match w alnassr we’ll see messi, mbappé, neymar and ramos v ronaldo fhwkd a reunion mayhaps,, the final we all wanted vs what we are gettinf 😭😭 yEAAAH i think he’s trying to get psg’s name out there the most and he do be doing it, dominating ligue 1 too! if he moves to rm hopefully bro doesn’t try to sell his own teammates

im screaming actually

Damn not Pele and Vivienne Westwood dying on my birthday omfg. But I forgot both Joshua and Tae were born on Dec 30th 1995, lol!

NAURRRRRRRR 😭😭😭😭 FIRST OF ALL HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!! 💖💓💖💓 ur a thv girl after all huh 🤨 YOU’VE BEEN HIDING IT 🔫🔫🔫 what a rare birthday u have,,, i hope it went well!!

wait and the pope..

basically, every time someone says portugal u immediately think of ronaldo no one else really,,, yeah, cannot deny that he’s a goal machine, bro deserved better the disrespect is getting out of hand atp,, yeah! esp this tike argentina was on a new level,,, di maria’s magic 🤌🏻

almost did actually! has a permanent bump on his nose now, he was batting and the dude form the opposite team threw the ball and it hit him right in the face dbdb <33 HANDBALL IS FUN 😭😭😭 pretty aggressive teammates bestie from the way you BROKE urself it’s as if u faced pepe 😭😭😭

hear me out in that scale, hockey is forever the lowest🤚🏻

LMFAOOOO GTFO PIQUE SPY AU DHWKDHWKJCKC no srs bro is so iconic and at his last game 😭😭😭 what an exit !!! U WATCHED IT LIVE??? BFKWDHWK STOP THE REACTIONS MUSTVE BEEN ALL OVER THE PLACE,,, italy is cURSED it would be even more fun if he coached brazil and they have to verse italy 😭😭 unfortunately the video is unavailable 😭😭

Justice for Salah 😭 I don't wanna get between people and their religion, but 💀 does it have to be that serious... btw Mou my guy, stop 😭 /// I'm gonna check out the songs then. I think I saw Happy New Year actually 👀

no yeah just enjoy everything don’t take it too seriously 😭😭 LMFAOOOO i was watching his funny moments and the one where he was drinking water and found out someone needed to be given a yellow card the way bRO RAN 😭😭 he’s a special one,, yeah! the only reason that movie had one good song was bc of that one! OH U DID, waCK ass movie tbh, the second half was better fbf

Omg Betty White, just remembered she's gone too </3 and why would you give me the power to imagine that runner AU?! Why tease me and leave me blueballed...

YEAAH 😭😭😭 so many ppl gone,,, hoping 2023 is not that worse 🤚🏻🤚🏻 JFVWKDBWKCJCK AND U THINK IT HASNT BEEN BOTHERING ME TO WRITE IT ! 🔫 ! the reader continuously saying no to train seonghwa while he’s begging for reader to do so 🫡🤌🏻

EXO does raffles? Wtf, manifesting a ticket under your pillow! /// Yeah and he's going to jail with me

yEAH APPARENTLY THEY DO,, hoping for it too 😭😭😭 i have terrible luck at getting things but great with avoiding things <33 …. now that photo he dropped. i genuinely forgot how to breathe,,, i CANT DO THIS ANYMORE ANON 😭😭😭😭😭 THE LIKES ON THIS??? LOOK AWAY

it’s def not top tier but still great and delivered!! tbh it had the chance to be an inception if not for the hala hala halzia part and if they only kept the halazia halaziA ~ yeosang’s deep voice >>>> i do agree, it def was high,,, music video wise def on of their best ever! but music wise certain parts stood out more than others,, PARADIGM IS JUST NO NO NO 🤚🏻😭 SEONGHWA CHRIST, BUT SANS SACRIFICED

bro popping his chest with full force

no literally,,, it would be nice if they would nicely ratio members out for every collab so everyone gets the chance BUT THIS couldve gotten a post malone x hwa 😭😭😭 yeah why won’t they pick him or why is he not wanting to participate 🤨 fbi open up we have some questioning to do 🔫

AND THIS 😩😩😩😩 we keep losing, hope it's just 10mm. Also rip to his scalp, but it's worth it, he's serving and serving <3333 /// Damn right Hwa my baby girl, my girlfriend 🥰 /// AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA STOP GIVING US SO MANY GREAT PCS

NO SERIOUSLY RIP HIS SCALP THE HAIR IS NOT AT ITS BEST 😭😭 AND YEOSANG??? but…this.. now..

sTOP I DIDNT GET THE ALBUM NOW HES MAKING ME WANT IT esp with the photos in here BUT THIS PC?????

Ikon not renewing is not surprising at all, soon there won't be anyone left in YG except their new gg //// Anyways goodbyeeeee - DV 💖

LMFAOOOO i have also gor the same result! anON IS EVERYTHING OK AT HOME DBDB,,, i do hope they can have collabs w bi not,, the blackpink leaving yg and then being confirmed they are not and then the new yg gg dropping jan 1st 🤨🤨 sussy behaviour

also will not stop the angst train

HELLO????

also what 😭😭

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

0 notes