#it's not overwhelming both for me and them

[muli-wam]

Me and @caffine-exe made a deal and she completely ate me up so here's my chopped version 😍

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"S-satoru," Suguru moaned, desperately clawing at Satoru's relentless hips.

"You can take it, Suguru," Satoru cooed, peppering bites and kisses along the crook of Suguru's neck.

"Doing so good," he praised.

"Mmm~ did you see the way she looked at us today," Satoru sighed against Suguru's skin, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Fuck- the way she said my fucking name," Satoru let out a guttural groan, his thrusts becoming harder—more desperate, as he bit down on Suguru's neck as a means to ground himself.

The thought of you, your perfect face, how you're always so sweet to both of them, so gentle, along with the feeling of Suguru's tight walls wrapped around him made Satoru cry out in ecstacy.

It was overwhelming.

Everything felt almost too perfect in that moment for both of them. Suguru splayed out on the king size bed, his hair framing his head like a halo as Satoru fucked him to his hearts desires.

The only thing missing was you.

The soft evening glow shining against their sweat slick skin, making them sparkle. The smell of their arousal filling the room, and Suguru swears Satoru is the second most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on—you being the first.

Their bodies moved in tandem, like a dance only the two of them knew the rhythm to, though they fantasized about the day where they can teach it to you as well.

The day where they can make you their's, and them yours.

"Sh-she's so pretty- fuuuckk," Satoru said through ragged breaths, his blue eyes squeezed shut as he tangled his fingers through Suguru's locs, tugging him closer.

"Yeah?" Suguru heaved out desperate breaths,"Look at me, Satoru. Look me in the eyes while you tell me how p-pretty she is."

Satoru slowly cracked his eyes open, struggling to prevent them from rolling back. Suguru let out a broken plea as Satoru rolled his hips deeper, hitting spots that made Suguru see stars.

"Satoru..." he says expectantly. Satoru let out a breathless laugh at Suguru's slow attempt at taking control, but with you being the only thing on his mind, he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Mmmfuckk she's the p-prettiest. Prettiest girl I've ever seen," Satoru whimpers. "She's so nice too. Always so- so-fuck! You feel good."

"So what, Satoru?" Suguru asks in a sickly sweet tone, wrapping a hand around Satoru's wrist and bringing it down to his leaking cock. "So beautiful? So perfect?"

"Wanna fuck her so bad," Satoru whines. "Wanna make her feel good."

"She'd be so- fuck, so tight," Suguru exhales sharply, gripping the sheets tighter while bucking his hips into Satoru's hand. Satoru's thrusts picked up their frantic rhythm as he feels his high approaching.

Images of you and your sweet smile run through their heads. They thought about the way you teased them and feigned innocence. The way you brushed up against them during sleep overs, claiming you were cold, then walking out their apartment the next day like nothing happened.

The way you kissed their cheeks when saying goodbye, each time the kiss getting closer and closer to their lips, but never quite there.

"Do you think she thinks of us the way we- we think of her?" Satoru asks grunts and moans spilling from his lips with each thrust. "Do you think she wa-wants us the way we want her?"

"If she didn't I'd die," Suguru huffs, laying needy kisses along Satoru's neck.

"Need her so baddd," Satoru words spilled from his lips like a prayer. "Wanna kiss her n'fuck her n'make her feel good."

Satoru's rhythm falters, his hips stuttering.

"G-gonna cum- Suguru I'm gonna cumm," he gasps, voice cracking.

Suguru's mouth brushes his ear, his breath hot and trembling, "Cum, Satoru. Cum for me like you would for her."

your name slips through Satoru's lips again, soft yet frantic, babbling it like a never ending mantra.

Until you were only thing he knew.

His trembling hand worked Suguru faster as he languidly thrusted his hips.

"C-cum, Suguru," Satoru moans, breathless. His sanity hanging on by a thread.

Suguru's eyes roll back, his head thrashing against the pillows, your name sitting on the tip of his tongue. But the blinding pleasure suffocates him, strangled incoherent gasps of your name being the only thing he could manage.

Satoru's hips stop, his hand letting go of Suguru's softening length. Heavy breaths and soft groans echo through the now dim room, their lust now replaced with calmness, despite the underlying guilt lingering in the back of their minds.

Satoru pressed his forehead to Suguru’s, their breaths mingling. “She’s so perfect.”

They both lay there in silence for awhile, peppering small kisses along eachother and faintly whispering to eachother again—about you.

Both men completely oblivious to the pair of eyes sitting just behind their door, stopped dead in their tracks.

You didnt mean for this to happen, really.

You just wanted to surprise your two favorite boys.

But the ended up surprising you.

Albeit a very pleasant one.

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Idk how to feel abt this one... I've never written for satosugu b4, The idea was SAURR YUMMY I hope you liked it thoughhh 💗

[zaynesgirlie]

Phainon smut alphabet:

(before it starts I want to say that I read a few Phainon fics and saw that a lot of people think he’s like more on the dominant and rough(?) side but I think he’s a bit silly and submissive so for some people this alphabet might be a bit off-character but that's how I see him so pls don't throw tomatoes at me haha ​​and I hope you enjoy it!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex, Phainon, like a little wet puppy, will be loudly panting trying to come to his senses. At first, he will just open and close his mouth like a fish trying to say something, but when no words come out of his mouth, he will shut up giving himself a little more time to calm down. But no matter how stunned he is, he will still try to bring you at least some water (which he himself will drink almost all of on the way back) and only after an hour of lying dead at your side, he will energetically sit up to ask: "Second round or shower?"

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obviously your breasts. Phainon is the type of man who will stare open-mouthed from your one breast to the other every time you’re on top of him, fascinated by the way they bounce with every move you make.

In himself he ikes his hands because he can touch your breasts with them. Even when he’s just lying there sleeping, he still has one hand on your breast because why not.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This shooter is a bit inexperienced, so he can’t control his eruption, hitting random places, and then awkwardly apologizing if he accidentally smears the wall or something else, so he’s better off wearing a condom…

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes he thinks about what it would be like to do it in a public place, like a bathhouse. The bathhouse is his favorite place, and you are his favorite person, why not combine the two things he loves the most? But in the end, he winces and slaps himself in the face, mentally cringing, thinking that for now this is probably too much. However, he is not that categorical and after some time he will definitely find the courage to offer you this. (But he secretly hopes that you will suggest it to him yourself)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

No experience at all. At first, he won’t even know how to act during a kiss, letting his hands just hang awkwardly in the air while you kiss him, and when you pull away, he’ll almost die from forgetting how to breathe. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing at all, yes, he can be inexperienced and become overwhelmed very quickly, but Phainon is also a quick learner, just be patient with him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This guy prefers to let you take the lead in bed, so cowgirl is the best for him. He gets:

1. an incredible view of your breasts bouncing with your every move.

2. the ability to touch your breasts at any time.

3. the ability to bury his face in your breasts at any time too.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

This poor boy won't know what to do at first, whether to moan or cry from how good it feels, so he'll just do both.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Phainon has pretty light hair both on his head and in the lower parts, so he doesn't really care about it, he only shaves when it grows too much, and as for the hair on your body, he also doesn't care, like let it be.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Phainon isn't much of an expert in romance, so it'll be a bit difficult for him at first, but he'll try! He'll intertwine his fingers with yours, awkwardly looking away when he feels you squeeze his hand tighter. He'll brush the sweat-stuck hair off your forehead, sneaking glances at you from under his long eyelashes with a small blush on his cheeks that'll get brighter.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I feel like the first time he tried touching himself was after his first sex, because feeling that annoying pent-up feeling leave his body after his first time with you made him do it every time he's upset or stressed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He gets turned on by the idea of ​​being under your control. Letting you touch his whole body, teasing him and making him beg you to touch him when the urge to be ridden becomes too strong.

He also likes to play with all sorts of oils, like when he gives you a massage. Phainon has strong hands, and he likes to flex them a little in front of you, running and sliding them over all parts of your body.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Phainon is a home guy, so he prefers to do this at home, preferably on the bed. It's comfortable and calm, but that doesn't mean he won't try it somewhere else if you suggest it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets turned on when you say what you want directly or when you just take him to bed without further ado. It doesn't take him long to get into the mood, a simple touch on his back or a few words in his ear and he's already hard and looks at you like a puppy with big eyes, begging you to go somewhere away from prying eyes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite his poor sex knowledge, he’s always willing to try everything you offer him, so if you don’t have turn offs, then he doesn’t have them either. He’s down for everything!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers both, but he’s awkward in both too. Every time you give him a head, he doesn’t know what to do, press his hands to his mouth so as not to moan so loudly or gather your hair to help you? Or gently push your head deeper and silently ask you for more? Or squeeze the sheets from how good it feels? At such moments, he really regrets that he only has 2 hands and that he can’t do everything at once.

As for when he gives you a head, Phainon tries harder than ever. He really wants to make you feel good, but at the same time he worries that you might not like it or even worse that you might be uncomfortable, and all these thoughts can slightly constrain him and his movements. But after stroking his head and assuring him that everything is fine, he becomes more confident, and hearing your moans of pleasure makes his confidence simply skyrocket.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends. Phainon will be on top if he's had a good day, and his thrusts will be energetic but not too strong, with a little teasing and a change of pace, but if he's tired or upset, he wants you on top and to suck all the energy out of him, allowing him to forget about his worries in a wave of pleasure.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Phainon is a man who gets turned on very easily, so a quickie really helps him, but it's not his favorite thing. He prefers to do it "traditionally" in his opinion, with the right atmosphere and long foreplay.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you want it, he's ready. He's ready for literally anything you suggest, or rather, you don't even have to suggest it, if you just say the first 4 words "would you like to-" he'll already be at your side, nodding eagerly.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has good stamina, but with you in bed he allows himself to be a little weak if you are the one on top. If he is on top, then once he gets the hang of it, he can go as long as you can stand it, but then again, if you are on top, he may be exhausted after the first round just because he’s too overwhelmed by how good you look.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

At first he will pretend that he liked the idea of ​​using toys, but inside he will panic thinking that maybe you suggested using toys just because he is not very good? He will sit with this thought in the same thoughtful pose all night until you wake up in the morning and until he directly asks if he is good at all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease and loves to be teased too. From the beginning of your relationship, he will prefer to be submissive and for you to tease him. He likes when you play hard to get and he likes taking your hands and putting them on his body in pleas to finally touch him. However, over time he will become bolder and more teasing too. But if, having started teasing you, you decide to tease him back, he will immediately lose it, giving in to you. Therefore, if you want Phainon to stay a little mean to you in bed, then do not knock this man down, otherwise he will very quickly lose his grip near you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first he will be shy, but then you will not be able to stop him. Whether it is soft moans and heavy breathing, or loud and shameless groans, or praise for you and whimpering, Phainon lets everything he feels out for you to hear. (He will be louder than you.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Phainon and Mydei were arguing about who would get their first time first, but neither of them would ever know the truth because they both lied about it in the first second of the argument.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s rather long than thick. Light, veiny, with a pink tip.

[icecreamfordeath]

to elaborate a little bit (arthist degree + several papers throughout my undergrad about experimental exhibition design)

Alfred J. Barr, the first head of the museum of modern art in NYC, was one of several art historians in the early 20th century who were turning away from the elaborate, cluttered hanging style of salons, in which dozens of artworks of various sizes would be hung on the wall, leaving very little space between. by Barr's reasoning, neutral wall colors and significant spacing between works allowed one to "fully experience" them--AKA, he WANTED to remove the context because it wasn't about that, it was about the form itself. this approach could be linked to the overwhelming trend in western art history at the time toward formalism, where only what you see in the frame/on the pedestal/etc is important. naturally, this is not the case, and both museums and academics are trying to move away from this. if you're ever bored at a museum, stop looking at the objects and look at how they're displayed: what colors did they use? what objects are placed close together? what do the labels leave out? every single choice in a museum is intentional, even if it's not always conscious.

while i have not personally looked into this (or i have forgotten it), i'm sure there is plenty of research into the origins of the "white cube" and racist, colonialist, eurocentric museum and art historical practices. this is not a very good braindump, and i am by no means an authority just because i've done some research and dabbled in exhibition design, but it always gets me so fired up because it pisses me off!!! becayse like op said: there is no such thing as a vacuum.

The thing about the "white cube" style of art gallery display is that it's actually not letting you appreciate the art in a vacuum. Art looks different in different displays, and I appreciate the attempt to solve that problem, but a blank white wall is itself an aesthetic, it has its own cultural connotations and background and associations. It is not devoid of extraneous meaning. A white cube is not a vacuum, it is a white cube. It looks sterile, empty, industrial. Not all art was meant to be displayed in a white cube. Leonardo Da Vinci never intended for the Mona Lisa to be displayed in a white cube. There is no such thing as a vacuum.

[sturniphone]

❝ double stuffed   ִ 🍓 ۫﹗ ˖

You’re so stuffed.

Matt’s cock is buried deep inside you, chest pressed to your back, thick and hot as it pulses against your soaked, fluttering walls. He groans low into your ear, hands locked on your hips as he fucks up into you slow and deep, letting you feel every inch. The stretch is filthy. The fullness is overwhelming.

And Chris—oh, Chris—has knelt in front of you, grinning like the devil incarnate.

Two of his fingers are shoved into your cunt alongside Matt’s cock, your slick making everything lewd and noisy as he moves them in tandem with Matt’s thrusts. ❝She’s leaking down both of us, bro.❞ Chris groans, eyes locked on the way you drip. ❝Fuckin' unreal. Are you proud of yourself, Shortcake?❞ You can’t even speak. Your mouth is open, moaning uncontrollably, your thighs trembling as Matt keeps you pinned to him. You’re clenching tight around both of them, aching, your pussy stretched so wide it makes your vision blur.

❝So tight,❞ Matt pants, thrusting up again, harder. ❝God, baby. You’re choking me.❞ Chris curls his fingers just right, rubbing against your G-spot while his thumb finds your clit, circling in slick, fast little motions. ❝Look at her, bro. Falling apart. Fucking made for this.❞

You sob, body arching, juices gushing with each motion. Chris moans when the wetness coats his palm. Matt curses and drives up even deeper. ❝She’s close,❞ Chris whispers, licking his lips. ❝I can feel it. C'mon, sweetheart. Give us that pretty little squirt.❞

You gasp, your whole body tensing as that cord snaps in your belly—tight, hot, euphoric. You squirt hard around both of them, your body seizing with the force of it, loud moans echoing off the walls. Chris pulls his fingers free with a wet pop. Matt stays buried deep, cock throbbing inside you. ❝Fuck,❞ Matt breathes, mouth against your ear. ❝You’re perfect.❞ Chris wipes your slick off on your thigh, laughing softly.

❝Our perfect little slut.❞

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[uniquecutie-puffs]

Heartstrings & Hellfire: Chapter 04

Fanart by @lazyemmy

In the street, Jinu walked alone, his thoughts consumed by the marks he saw, Rumi's arm, and (Y/n)'s stomach.

"A Hunter and an Angel… both with demonic patterns."

Haunting whispers stirred around him. His eyes widened in fear as his demonic patterns suddenly ignited, dragging him forcefully down into the Demon World.

He slammed onto the cracked ground of the realm below. Groaning, he stood again, only to be met by a sea of demons waving glowing lightsticks and chanting "Saja Boys!" as his bandmates returned to their demon forms and basked in the adoration.

“I love you guys!” A sobbing water demon cried, holding up two lightsticks.

But amidst the excitement, Jinu noticed something strange. The four other demon boy bands nearby… they looked less miserable, less hollow.

“They’re… just like us.”

“Oh, souls incoming.”

Everyone turned upward as streaks of white light shot toward the mouth of the Demon King, Gwi-Ma, who devoured each soul eagerly.

“My little Soda Pop,” Gwi-Ma crooned, his mouth curling in a grin. “Surprisingly catchy. And your plan... it's working.”

“I know,” Jinu replied smugly. “And that soul? Just the appetizer. Let me return to the human world. You’ll be feasting in no time.” But Gwi-Ma’s tone darkened.

“One of the Hunters and the Angel bear my mark. Yet I have no control over them.” He read Jinu’s mind effortlessly.

“That’s good,” Jinu replied, thinking fast. “That means they carry shame. I’ll find it… and we’ll use it to destroy them. All of the Hunters. For good.”

“I've taught you well, Jinu. Oh, and the Angel. I want her brought before me. Alive.” Jinu blinked.

“May I ask why?” Gwi-Ma’s voice cut through like a blade.

“You will obey without question.” Bowing, Jinu floated down to join his fellow bandmates, the words still echoing in his head.

You will be mine again, my little darkness, Gwi-Ma thought aloud, devouring another soul with relish.

Meanwhile, the Saja Boys were summoned back before they could even debrief with Jinu about what they had seen on (Y/n). Reappearing in a sea of cheering demons, they instinctively slipped back into their idol personas, smiling and waving like nothing was wrong, even as their hearts pounded.

Their forced transformation back into their demonic forms burned. Jinu appeared last, standing atop the mountain throne near Gwi-Ma’s fire.

“One of the Hunters and the Angel bear my mark,” Gwi-Ma repeated. “But I have no control over them.” The boys exchanged uneasy glances.

“That means shame,” Jinu spoke aloud. “We’ll find it. Use it.”

“I’ve taught you well,” Gwi-Ma echoed again.

Before they were dismissed back to the human world, the four boys noticed Gwi-Ma whispering something to Jinu, something they weren’t allowed to hear. Suspicious but unable to ask, they reappeared back at their apartment next to Huntrix Tower.

“Jinu. We need to talk,” Romance said quickly.

They spread out in their shared living room. Abby lay dramatically on the couch while Romance claimed a corner. Baby scrolled through his phone from the floor, and Mystery sat perched on the couch arm, chewing his lip. Jinu stood before them, arms crossed.

“We need to find out what their shame is. That Hunter, and the Angel. To do that, we need to get close to them, gain their trust.”

“You’ve already interacted the most with the Hunter,” Romance noted. “He might be more open with you.”

“But the Angel hasn’t shown a preference for any of us,” Baby added, trying to sound neutral.

No one wanted to admit they all remembered her name.

“I carried her,” Romance smirked, flicking his hair.

“She flirted with me,” Kwan said quickly, nudging Romance. “And was definitely eyeing me.”

“I won the spicy challenge,” Baby added. “And I will be doing a collab with her in her new single.”

Mystery wanted to chime in too, but "knowing her scent" probably wasn't going to go over well. Jinu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Fine. You can all try. Just don’t overwhelm her. It’ll look suspicious.”

Then, without telling the others, Jinu scribbled a private message for Derpy and Sussie to deliver to both the Hunter and (Y/n), slipping into smoke as he left.

“I’m heading out.”

Back at Huntrix Tower, (Y/n) returned with the boys. After dropping her off, the Hunters retreated to change. But as they came out in their loungewear, they found (Y/n) in ruffled white pajamas, setting out first aid.

“(Y/n)!”

“Are you okay!?”

“They touched you, didn’t they!?”

“I’m fine,” she laughed, gently deflecting their panic. “Now let me patch you guys up.”

Thankfully, they bought your explanation that you lost the boys due to Gwi Ma summoning them back rather than telling the truth. They relaxed, but their protective instincts lingered. All of them noticing the distant red and pink cracks slowly spreading across the Honmoon visible outside the window.

“How do we go from gold to this?” The boys with (Y/n) stood at the window, looking at the red and pink corrupting the Honmoon as (Y/n) put the first aid supplies away and moved to the kitchen. (Y/n) glanced at them with furrowed brows as you got out the ingredients for kimbap.

“Look at all the weak spots. We've never seen the Honmoon like this before.” Zane is worried about the effects of the Honmoon's condition. 

“Gwi-Ma must know we're so close to sealing it for good.”

“So he sends a demon boy band?”

“Well, it's working.”

“Don't worry. I’m sure 'Soda Pop’ is just a fad. These demon boys will be old news by next week. You'll see” Zane trying to look at the brighter side of things. Then the elevator came up with Bobby, 

“Boys? (Y/n)?” Bobby burst in, panicked. The boys whipped out their compacts to aggressively cover the wounds on their faces and turned to greet him, “Hey Bobby!”

(Y/n) hid the first aid supplies in one of the cupboards as you laughed since she couldn’t help but find it amusing how well trained they were by now in covering up scrapes and bruises from their hunting.

“It's a lot more serious than I thought. The Saja boys have gone completely viral after that variety show.” Bobby said worriedly while continuously swiping on his phone to see various edits of the Saja Boys. “They even have their own fandom.”

“Join the Pride” 

(Y/n) could hear Bobby swiping through TikTok, and couldn’t help the way your shoulders bounced as the chorus of Soda Pop played on a loop. While both Zane and Bobby also couldn't help it.

“Zane!”

“Bobby! Control those shoulders!”

(Y/n) froze awkwardly, at least they hadn’t caught you bopping to the song. (Y/n) then focused on making the kimbap a little more aggressively, not only for herself but for the boys, and some for Bobby to take home. 

“Wow, it is catchy.”

“Yeah, you're right, Zane. They're amazing, but they suck. I'm sorry. I've been glued to his tiny screen for hours. I just need to look away and… Woo! Relax, Bobby. It's just social media numbers. Not the end of the world.” Bobby talks to himself to relax by seeing the perfect view from the tower but ironically for the boys it may be the end of the world as the red and pink cracks reflect back to them by the window. 

“This is the battle for hearts and minds. A battle for the fans. And what's the biggest battlefield of them all?” Rumi said in his determined leader voice.

“The Idol Awards.” “State fair?” They agreed. A diss track would be their counterattack.

“That's right. We have to crush that stage. Be better than we've ever been with the show to end the Saja Boys for good and then (Y/n) can give the final blow to end all of it.”

(Y/n) not liking how Rumi was wording everything but when Rumi started plotting something there's nothing that can stop him from following it to the end. So, an aggressive diss track to perform at the International Idol Awards was the answer.

“Zoey, we’re gonna need a new song!”

“I got twenty-three notebooks full of demon insults ready to go.”

“Yeah! Let’s make it thirty notebooks!” Bobby the ever supportive manager to the boys. 

“Mira, the choreography?”

“Yup. Making them hotter.”

“Backup dancers, ready to go.”

“(Y/n), be ready with your new single as you will perform it live in the Idol Awards as the final blow.” (Y/n) looked up from the kitchen counter and gave a strained smile at the sudden call of your name, Which none of the boys noticed due to being too determined with what Rumi got planned. 

“Okay. I just need to schedule the film for the music video and release it before the Idol Awards.”

“Already emailing the staff and scheduling the venue. Anything for (Y/n) new song!”

“We’ll write a brand new song. A diss track to expose those Saja Boys.”

“And send those disgusting demons back to the depths where they belong!” (Y/n) bit back a grimace as the boys started raging enthusiastically, not used to seeing them revved up. 

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“YeaHHH!”

“YeahHHH!”

“…”

“YEAHHH!!”

“We're gonna kick their butts!” Then the boys ran off to their rooms to get started or rest or something… (Y/n) sighed, carrying both the plate and a pack of finished kimbap rolls over to stand next to Bobby to stare flatly after them.

“That's my boy! Not sure about this whole demon thing. They seem nice, but loving the energy!” Well, more for her. (Y/n) held out the packed food to Bobby, “Here, Bobby, something for  you to eat at home.”

“Oh, thanks (Y/n)! I'll contact you about the filming schedule.” Bobby said before leaving the tower and going home.

Later, 

Rumi, inside of his bedroom after that eventful hyping to make a new song had forgotten that (Y/n) was still out there making them food but was too determined in his plan in destroying the demons. Saw the box full of tonics and grabbed one.

“Okay, tonics. Let's do this. What?” But before Rumi could consume the tonics, he could see the upper right corner was loose and pulled it off to see grape juice.

“Zane.” Groans in annoyance for getting scammed. But then saw the handkerchief that Jinu tied in his arms a while ago and thought about (Y/n) hugging him to cover the patterns, her warmth. His thoughts spiraled.

 “A Hunter who's part demon?”

Suddenly a bird tweeted from his balcony, which caught his attention, and he went outside to investigate it. “Is that a bird wearing a tiny hat?” 

“What?” Three eyes blinked open. It shrieked. The bird then grumbles and walks forward before stopping at a reasonable distance in front of the mini garden Rumi had near his room. In the dark, a pair of large eyes opened that made Rumi gasp in surprise and summon his sword for protection. 

Low growls could be heard until the unknown creature walked forward into the light. It was a blue demonic tiger walking towards Rumi until it bumped into a potted plant, making it fall over. Which caught the tiger's attention, and he tried to stand the pot once again in his right position, only to fall again. The tiger tried again to make it stand, the pot almost standing upright only to fall once again. Rumi had lowered his guard for a bit to look at the bird beside him, who squawks annoyedly like this was another typical thing that the tiger does. 

Rumi, chuckled having had enough watching the silly tiger doing what he does, went near the tiger and helped set the plant right. The tiger, seeing the plant back at its position , then looked at Rumi and walked towards her only to bump into the plant once again. Rumi chuckled as the bird sighed in exhaustion. 

“No. No, really. It's okay.  Just leave it.” Rumi convinced the tiger to stop its fixation on the plant. The tiger's left eye looked at Rumi while its right eye was still looking at the plant before it looked at Rumi. 

“What are you?” Rumi asked the tiger and answered with his tongue out with a letter in the middle which was spit out by the tiger. 

“Hello, friend.” Rumi, a bit  disgusted by the spit, took the letter and opened it. “Wanna meet?” It said with Minus name stamp in red at the bottom right corner. 

“Jinu? Ji– Jinu? Oh! Meet you? I'm not gonna meet you. Who do you think you –” Rumi scoffs in disbelief and before he could finish his sentence. The bird surprised him and sat on top of the tiger. As the floor below the tiger glowed and both animals disappeared while the tiger kept looking at the direction of the fallen plant. 

 Rumi looked around for both animals only to see them below the tower in the middle of the road, looking back at him before walking towards a direction indicating for Rumi to follow them. 

“Okay, Jinu. Let's meet.” Rumi smirked as he crushed the letter in his hand before following the two demonic animals to a quiet traditional neighborhood.  The tiger stopped at an alleyway to look back to Rumi if he followed them before teleporting away using a portal open on a statue. 

Rumi looked around for any clues until he saw a figure on top of the roof of a building in front of him.  Rumi used his training to manoeuvre around until he got on top of the roof behind Jinu, summoning his sword and dash towards Jinu to cut off his head. Only to see that it was a mannequin dressed like Jinu. 

“What?”

“Wow. I wasn't expecting a hug, but - -” Jinu appearing behind the fallen mannequin  yells in surprise as Rumi charged at him with his sword. “Jezz, okay, okay.”

“Calm down. I thought the mannequin was gonna be a fun icebreaker. But I see I was wrong.” Jinu said was dodging Rumi's attacks. 

“Whoa! Hey! I just wanna talk.”

“Talk?” Rumi said in confusion at the absurdity of what Jinu is proposing. 

“About your patterns? But first, I wanna talk about these pants.” Jinu raised both of his hands for defense before pointing down at Rumi's pyjama pants.

“Hm?” Rumi then also looked down at the pants he was wearing. 

“Teddy bears and choo- choo trains? Really?” Rumi then looked back up at Jinu who was making gestures like what one does to make the train horns. 

“Choo-choo.”

 “(Y/n), gave these to me for my birthday. And you were supposed to be dead by now!”

“Whoa. Hey! I could've told your friends what you are. But I didn't, did I? Because they don't know.” Rumi gasped at how easy it was for the demon in front of him to know about his secret.

“Ah, I did guess right. A demon boy. Also a Hunter. Hiding, walking around free in the human world.” As the two male walked on the roof of a squared building in circles.

 “Just Hunter, not demon.”

“Then how'd you get the patterns?”

“That's none of your business.”

“Huh? I know what it feels like to have them.“

“Feel? You're a demon. Demons don't feel anything.”

“Is that what you think? That's all demons do. Feel. Feel our shame, our misery. It's how Gwi-Ma controls us. Do you not hear him in your era?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Huh. You're lucky. I'll never forget the first time I heard him. That was 400 years ago.” Jinu said while looking at both of his hands free from any patterns. Before remembering his past self.

“My family was extremely poor and miserable. I had a single possession to my name. An old bipa. So I busked the streets, but it didn't get me anywhere. I was desperate. We were starving.” Jinu's memories of both his mother and little sister in dirty outfits, coughing, and starving in an old abandoned house. Jinu also did not look good but pushed through it to help his family as the eldest male, he had the duty to care for them, to provide for them.

“Then, I heard him."

"You can't do anything for your family. You're not good enough for them. But I can help you be good enough.” Jinu, who looked into a puddle and was then surrounded by fiery red flames was coerced by the demon king. 

“Overnight, my fate was changed. I was praised for my voice. Even by the king himself. My family and I lived on the palace grounds. Our bullies were finally full, our clothes clean. We were happy.” Jinu was welcomed into the place where fortune and fame was given to him. His mother and sister were dressed in clean clothing and eating happily. 

“But the patterns, they kept spreading until they consumed me. And I was condemned to the demon world. Prisoner of Gwi-Ma for all eternity. My family lost everything and without me, they were even worse off than before.” Jinu with his patterns visible for everyone to see was sentenced and cast out of the palace and his family thrown out while Jinu was welcomed into the demon world by the other demons and Gwi-Ma under a life full of misery. 

“Every day since, I've been haunted by the memory of failing them.” Jinu looked at his hands once free now full of glowing patterns.

“You left them, left them behind. Failed them.” Gwi-Ma whispered into his ear as Jinu is the only one to hear it. 

“These are a constant reminder of my shame. A shame I can never escape.” Jinu said  before walking towards Rumi and looking him in the eyes before touching his collar as Rumi's own patterns lit up. 

“Yours are a reminder too. Of a shame of your own.”

“You don't know me.”

“You know you can tell me. I'll understand. I'm the only one who can.” Jinu tried to convince Rumi to trust him so that he could break him in the future but failed as Rumi raised her sword at his throat as he backed away.

“I'm nothing like you.”

“Denial. I get it. I was once there too. I'll be here when you're done pretending. Until next time."

“There won't be a next time.” As Rumi tried to strike down Jinu. Only for Jinu to disappear in smoke. Rumi groans in frustration for not killing him when he had the opportunity. As Rumi began his walk back toward the tower, what he didn't know was that Jinu had teleported outside of (Y/n) balcony to also talk with her. 

Meanwhile, (Y/n) wrapped up the rest of the rolls except for one, taking it with you. She paused at Rumi’s door, raising her hand to knock but hesitated. (Y/n) wanted to tell Rumi about her own pattern. Then there's also the Saja boys knowing as well, it was a threat to her cause it would mean He knows about her. (Y/n) needs to have a talk with them.

So (Y/n) lowered her hand and went to her floor then to her room. (Y/n) shut the door behind her, almost screaming in surprise when a large demonic blue tiger with giant eyes staring at her and a demonic three eyed bird with a hat sitting on top of the tiger.

As the tiger slowly walked towards (Y/n), it bumped into her trash can making it fall over. This caused the tiger to pause and slowly looked at the fallen trash can and tried to make it stand back up again only to fail and tried again only to fall again.

(Y/n), no longer scared of the animals in front of her due to the cute silliness of the blue tiger and the dramatic sigh of the bird. Quietly laughed as she went closer to help the tiger with her trash can. 

“It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to do that. I'll do it for you.” (Y/n) Said fixing the trash can back to its proper place before petting the tiger, who purred in satisfaction of the affection he was getting.

“Aren't you a handsome bird.” (Y/n) Smiled at the bird who looked at her curiously as  she pet’s him as well and the bird liked it by nuzzling into her hands while the tiger nuzzled his head to her which pushed her onto the ground and the tiger laid on her. This caused (Y/n) to laugh so sweetly that the mysterious male in her room chuckled.   

This caught (Y/n) as she quickly stood up and summoned a ball of light ready to throw it to the mysterious male.

“Whoa! Whoa! I came in peace.” Jinu walked out from the shadows of the corner of her room into the light. Holding up his hands to show surrender. 

“Sorry. Sorry, I just wanted to chat with you.”

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him if the others knew about your pattern and told him then it would be correct to assume that Jinu also knows. “About what?” You asked, on guard.

“Your pattern.” There it is. “You’re part demon, despite being an Angel.”

“So what?” You said defensively, (Y/n)’s right hand touched her stomach even though she knew her skin was covered.

“I was curious,” He admitted openly, brushing some hair out of his face as he leaned back against the wall of her room. “You don’t hear him, do you?”

“No. I don't. So why do you care?”

He looked at you obviously, “Gwi Ma. You didn’t make a deal with him? All demons hear his voice, constantly reminding them of their shame.”

(Y/n) loosened from her defensive pose and lowered her left hand causing the ball of light to disappear, surprised by the vulnerable look on his face. He didn’t seem to want to hurt (Y/n), so she relaxed and sat on her vanity chair, keeping  her distance for now from Jinu.

“Shame?” (Y/n) asked curiously.

 Jinu looked at you, analyzing you, “It’s all demons do, feel their shame and all the emotions that come with it. These patterns,” He held up his arm, his patterns glowing as he did. “They show that each demon carries a deep shame with them.”

Then he was in front of you, taking your hand as you gasped softly. (Y/n)’s own pattern started glowing through her clothes, “You do too, sweetheart.”

(Y/n) grip tightened on his hand. (Y/n) looked down as your heart squeezed painfully. Thinking about her past, on what she did and what she failed to do. 

“Jinu. You… you guys won’t tell the others, right? I’m not ready yet, but…  I want to be the one to tell them…” (Y/n) hesitantly asked through stumbling words. They knew. 

(Y/n) couldn’t help but think of all the moments she wanted to share  the secret with Miro and Zane. (Y/n) wanted to go to the beach. (Y/n) wants to be able to wear her skin comfortably instead of being reminded of her past sins. But (Y/n) was afraid that the boys wouldn't accept her and that they might try to kill her even, 

Jinu scanned your face, his look softening as he brushed a bit of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “I don’t know about the others, but I won’t tell. I mean to get Derpy and Sussie to like you with seconds which is unlike them is amazing. You're amazing. ”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but relax at the reassurance, her face warmer at his touch.  Maybe these boys really weren’t evil, they were so human. (Y/n) then looked away, “You should go before the other boys come looking for me.”

Jinu couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your shy demeanor. How cute… It’s like the first time (Y/n) met all over again, how cute and shy she was when the five of them flirted with her during their performance. “Of course.”

As Derpy and Sussie asked for one last pet's from (Y/n), Jinu couldn't help but feel warm inside like something you would feel for a significant other, it felt domestic. But Jinu snap out of it knowing that (Y/n) was just a means to an end for his goal. 

“Good night, (Y/n). Sweet Dreams.” Jinu said to (Y/n) as his companions got to his side but before Jinu could disappear (Y/n) wanted to say something she couldn't before.

“Jinu, thank you for saving me back at the station. I really appreciate it.” (Y/n) Said smiling cutely at him. Jinu smirked handsomely at her and nodded his head at her. 

“No, problem. I saw a pretty lady in distress. It was gentlemanly to do.” Jinu hopped up to the railing of your balcony, stopping to look over his shoulder at you, “Oh. You should know that the others are also interested in seeing you. Just a heads up.”

He smiled slyly before jumping and disappearing in a dramatic poof of demon magic. As the two animals also disappear into their blue portal. “Wait, huh!?”

(Y/n) fixing herself before she got a text from Miro saying that they were in their home studio thinking of lyrics for their new song. But she texted back saying that she was tired and needed sleep for a full day of shooting tomorrow. 

Later, (Y/n) curled up in bed, the kimbap untouched. She thought of everything, the patterns, the secrets, the boys…

Will they still accept me…?

Past me...?

All of me...?

The real me?

Author's Note:

Sorry for the confusion, it seems that from my end due to going pass the text limit, the first post I did wasn't able to be uploaded. So, there will be chapter 3.5 or I'll just make it into Chapter 04.

I still hope you like chapter 3 and thank you always for the continued support for the story.

Also I will be posting new chapters of the story every Friday until the story ends.

Sending love and hugs.

[somberomens]

remmick decides to help his girl out after she’s had a long stressful day out :((

warnings: 18+ [MDNI] !!! fingering, pussy eating, ass eating, praise [ both receiving ]

a/n: wrote for remmick (basically) won the poll, i’ll write for oliver later because he came in a close second

wc; 500-ish ??? or more

“aw sugar…c’mere and let me take care of you”

is how it started out, remmick couldn’t bear seeing his pretty girl all tired and stressed from work. hearing about the horrible day that you had, it hurt his heart so much that if he could he would stalk every individual that had done you wrong that day and made them pay.

but for now, he is more than happy to just relieve you between your legs.

remmick was such a messy nasty pussy eater, god it felt like he was between your legs for hours. just feeling his soft lips all over your aching wet pussy, kissing licking and sucking all over the area not giving a fuck about how you kept trying to squirm away from him. you had already released on his face once, but he kept begging “c-cmon please baby one more? you can give me one more— please please” just having the vibration of his muffled babbling and moans drove you even further to the edge.

“s-slow down remmi” you manage to squeak out but he just doesn’t let up, it’s like a man possessed. it’s like your little whines and mewls of ‘please’ get him going even more. he’s just soo into how needy and helpless you sound that he’s grinding on the soft surface of the couch below, he’s just so desperate for your release he can’t control himself at all and he loses all composure when you’re like this. eyes closed and everything he’s switching between sucking or swirling his tongue on your clit then shoving his tongue inside you, doesn’t help that you can feel the slight sharpness of his fangs graze your lips every now and then adding onto the immense pleasure being stimulated.

“re-remmick” you mewl, pathetically struggling to grip the cushions of your couch “mmph you making me feel s-so good— fuck”

“y-you close baby?” he begs “wan’ my princess to cum all ova me, mmph please jus-just coat me in your juices baby. can y’ do that for me?” his accent thick and heavy and laced with utmost desire and lust. you’ve never seen him like this, at least not for a while you hadn’t he’s practically making out with your pussy and by the looks of it it’s almost like he loves this more than you do. desperate with chasing your own release your hips almost instinctively start grinding themselves onto his face, trying to match up with his messy relentless pace.

“my baby really wants to cum huh? just let yourself go so i can take care of you once and for all m’kay. jus’ forget the day baby n’ focus on me eating this sweet pussy of yours” he desperately groans into you.

he moved away from your pussy just a bit and just as you started about to whine from the loss of contact he quickly pumps his fingers into your wet hold and drawls out “spread that pretty ass f’me darling” with no hesitation you raised yourself just slightly with the energy you had left to spread open showing your ribbed hole for remmick.

“oh baby…” he says voice laced with adoration, practically drooling over again at the sight of your ass “it’s so pretty so tight” and gives light kitten licks to your tight hole before thrusting it in. “so tasty n’ sweet too yeah?” the sensation almost too overwhelming sends you into shock, you’re moans growing louder as he continues to pump your desperate pussy while licking and slobbering all over the rim of your ass.

“fuck baby you sound like y’ gettin’ real close, god tell me how good it feels— how good i make you feel.”

you nod so quickly, so needfully “so, so fucking good remmick— fuck please, please make me cum. remmick please”

“i will baby, i will” he says into you thrusting his fingers further “jus gotta focus on what i’m giving you” doesn’t take long for you to tighten your ass on his tongue and hush all over his face again. his pathetic, needy, deep voice mixed with the newfound acts he’d been conducting on your ass sent you seeing stars for a good minute. remmick wasn’t too far along as he creamed his pants leaving a dark spot on them. he looked and sounded as equally wrecked as you did.

chasing down your high, remmick adjusts himself and places sweet little pecks all over the crook of your neck, up to your warm cheeks. “m’ sorry baby” he said “don’t know what came over me, you jus’ looked so sad it hurt my heart” cupping his check you reassure him little “it’s ok’s” and “my remmi made me feel so good”

he couldn’t be any happier and fully believed that heaven was between your legs :))

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tags: @jimmys-tiara @torturedangeldepartment-deactiv

[4evrgreeny]

Hey @bluesciencefoodoperator I debated responding to your comments at all for a while, considering your tone and clear attempts to derail the conversation away from the issue of people letting domesticated cats free roam, and their impact on the local ecosystem.

But then I remembered, we're on the same side here. We both clearly care about the environment, assuming of course, that your comments on my post are anything to go off of. So take this as my attempt to bond on our mutual love of both the environment and cats.

I want to start this off on a positive note, you brought up some really good points in your comments. Pesticide usage, cruel and or apathetic people, habitat loss due to urban expansion and farming, irresponsible dog owners, corporations poisoning the water we drink and the air we breath, are all really good and valid causes to bring up when discussing actions that damage the ecosystem. I don’t want to ignore the valid points you made.

With that being said I find it somewhat confusing that you said all those things while hiding in my comments section instead of either re-blogging this post with those points as an addition (don’t be scared, it would have been a wonderful addition to the post, I love when people add onto what I have to say) or even made your own post talking about the issue. I stalked your page a little couldn’t find any posts talking about this issue. Instead you choose to comment attacking the others commenting on this post. Again, we are all on the same side here, there's no reason or cause to be so rude about all of this.

Your rather unkind comments are wasted on an audience that already cares about the ecosystem. You’re starting a fight with those on the same side as you. Arguing doesn’t help anyone, community does. Maybe try working on building more community on this issue instead of arguing about which issue is more worthy of being talked about.

I also want to address the comment you made, that was directed at me instead of the (wonderful) people in my comments.

This is a multifaceted issue, meaning that yes, it’s not just the irresponsible cat owners that are causing the degradation of the green little orb we call home. But it being a multifaceted issue does not mean all facets of this issue, have to be brought up all at once, every time the issue is brought up. Nor does it mean any post speaking on a specific facet of the issue is claiming that the issue they brought up is the entire issue.

At no point in time did I, or anyone else in my comments (as of 07/11/2025) say anything about blaming the cats. It’s not the cats fault it’s a cat and will act the way it was bred to act. I directed the post at cat owners, as they’re the ones causing the issue.

I love cats, I’ve owned cats my entire life, as such I’ve grown incredibly fond of the species. So when I am unfortunate enough to drive past dead cats on the side of the road, or hear of people’s cats leaving to free roam one day and never coming back, knowing all the horrid ways they might’ve died, I want to do what I can to prevent that ending for other cats. I tell people to keep their cat/s inside because I love cats, not because I blame the cats.

I'm not here to attack cat owners, I am very well aware that if someone's been raised with outdoor or indoor/outdoor cats there's no real expectation that they'd think of indoor/outdoor or outdoor cats as anything other than normal and appropriate way to treat their cat/s. This post is my attempt to help spread information on why keeping indoor/outdoor or outdoor only cats is harmful to both the cats and the outdoors. It's not meant to shame, merely to educate.

I know some people think those who believe cats should be indoor only hate cats, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. An overwhelming majority of those who advocate for keeping cats indoor only, I’ve met love cats, they often have their own cat/s. They tell people to keep their cat/s inside not because they hate to see them out and about, but because they are aware of the danger and risk free roaming your cat puts them in.

Yes there will always be those who tell people to keep their cat/s inside because they do hate cats, but from all of my experience those are the minority.

However even if they were the majority, their reasoning doesn't change how keeping your cat inside, and allowing supervised outside time will still help the cat and the local ecosystem even if the person suggesting keeping your cat inside is doing so because they don't like cats.

We wouldn’t have the feral cat problem we have today if people kept their cats inside. We wouldn’t have so many species struggling or gone extinct if cat owners controlled their cats.

I don’t blame the cat for hunting, anymore than I’d blame the dog for barking. It’s what they do, they’re unable to reason as we do, which is why it’s the owner’s who are causing this issue not the cat, in that it’s not the cat’s fault their owner is irresponsible.

I’m not necessarily saying all this just for you specifically Blue, because if your previous comments are anything to go off of, I’m not entirely confident you’re open to an actual conversation, though I do pray you prove me wrong, as this is an issue I’m very passionate about and would love some more in-depth and detailed conversations on what people can do to help the ecosystem thrive.

Just as a side note. My post focused on cats specifically, because it’s a two birds one stone issue for me. I love cats, and as a result of that I know very well about all the things that can hurt and kill a cat when they free roam outside. I also care about the ecosystem, so encouraging people to be responsible cat owners, is about both protecting cats and protecting the ecosystem.

Sorry this is rather long, this isn't just for you bluesciencefoodoperator this is also for anyone who see's the original post and has similar feelings wanting me to discuss other issues that impact the ecosystem.

I'd love if we could have a discussion on this, however if your comments are anything to go off off, it doesn't seem you're open to an actual discussion. Which is fine, if you don't want to reply, you don't have to. I just hope your day got better from whatever made you upset enough to be so rude in my comments. :)

If you care about your local wildlife, you won't let your cat free roam outside. There are ways to allow your cat some outside time that will keep both your cat and the local wildlife safe, if that's something you're set on. Enclosed outside spaces (catio, enclosed patio area, properly fenced-in and cat-proofed backyard) or taking your cat on walks are both great ways to get your cat outside while still keeping your cat and the local ecosystem protected.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Farmer’s Market || dad!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: a day out at the farmer’s market :)

warnings: none

Word count: 622

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

The heat clung to your skin like a second layer, sticky and relentless even in the late afternoon. The Carolina sun dipped lower behind the trees as Rafe’s jacked-up Chevy rolled into the gravel lot behind the little roadside farmers market, tires crunching against stone.

You tugged gently at the hem of your white sundress, one hand resting instinctively over your bump as the truck came to a stop. “Wait—don’t move yet,” Rafe said quickly, throwing the gear into park and cutting the engine.

You were already reaching for the door handle, but he was around to your side in a flash, hat turned backward, those denim jeans slung low, and his white tee hugging his chest in all the right ways. He opened the door for you and held out his hand. “Careful, mama.”

You rolled your eyes, but you took his hand anyway. “Rafe, I’m pregnant. Not made of glass.” He didn’t let go. “Yeah, and you’re carrying my kid. So, yeah, I’m gonna be careful. That smirk of his softened when he caught the slight wince you tried to hide as your sandals touched the gravel.

His arm came around your waist immediately, warm and solid. “You good? Want me to carry you?” “I can walk,” you laughed, but it was soft, because the way he looked at you—protective, tuned in, like your well-being was the only thing that mattered in the world—made something in your chest ache.

Still, he didn’t let go. Not as he helped you down the uneven hill toward the booths, not when you paused to press a hand to your lower back, not when you grumbled about the heat. He wiped at your forehead gently with the edge of his shirt. “Too hot?” he asked, squinting down at you.

“You want a drink? Or we can just go home. I’ll make you one of those lemon slushy things you like.” You blinked up at him, slightly overwhelmed by how tender he’d gotten. “Why are you being so nice today?”Rafe frowned, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Because you’re carrying our baby. And because I love you, obviously.” Your heart squeezed. A group of older women nearby gave you both a fond smile, one of them whispering something about how “young love always shows.” Rafe didn’t even notice.

He was too busy making sure you didn’t step wrong on a rock, adjusting his pace to match yours like it was second nature. You walked slower now, one hand on your stomach, the other in his. And when you were done at the market, when your feet were sore and your patience had thinned, Rafe helped you back up into the Chevy like you were made of spun sugar.

“Alright, in you go,” he muttered, hands strong around your waist as he hoisted you up effortlessly. He even buckled your seatbelt for you. “You’re gonna be such a good dad,” you whispered, head lolling back against the headrest as he shut the door.

He grinned, walking around to his side. “That’s the plan, baby.” And as he drove off, one hand on the wheel and the other resting lightly on your thigh, you knew you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

[ditzyrafe]

stepbro!rafe teaching reader how to ride his dick?

— stepbro!rafe teaching u how to ride his dick

warnings — STEPCEST, corruption kink, unprotected sex, lots of praising, riding, reader is a virgin, lewd language

"okay, easy now," rafe murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through you. his hands are firm on your waist, a grounding presence as you sit nervously, awkwardly, on his lap. you're straddling him on his bed, naked and trembling, the reality of what's about to happen crashing over you in waves of fear and dizzying excitement. your parents could walk in at any moment, but none of you care.

he can see the apprehension in your eyes. a slow, predatory smirk plays on his lips. he loves this — your innocence, your inexperience.

"don't be scared," he soothes, though his eyes hold a possessive, hungry glint that's anything but comforting. "i'll take care of you, sis. just listen to me." his thumbs rub slow, hypnotic circles on your hipbones, a deliberate motion to calm and arouse you simultaneously.

he shifts beneath you, positioning his thick, hard cock at your entrance. you gasp, instinctively trying to pull back, but his grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place. "shh," he whispers. "just relax for me. let me feel you."

he reaches down, his fingers finding your slick folds, coating his own length with your wetness. "see? already so wet f'me." his touch is confident, knowing, utterly different from your own fumbling explorations.

"now," he says, his voice dropping lower, becoming instructional. "i'm going to guide you down. i want you to go slow. feel every inch of me stretching you out. got it?"

you can only manage a shaky nod, heart hammering against your ribs. he guides your hips, and you slowly, tentatively, begin to lower yourself. the sensation is overwhelming — a sharp pressure, a stretching that feels both foreign and incredibly intimate. you wince slightly, stopping halfway.

"that's it, that's it," he praises softly, his own breathing becoming more ragged. "you're doing so good. so fuckin' tight…" he encourages you with a gentle upward nudge of his hips, urging you to take more. "just a little more, sis. take it all for me. i know you can."

driven by his command, you sink down the rest of the way, a sharp gasp tearing from your lips as you take him completely. the feeling of being full is breathtaking, intense. you stay still for a moment, impaled, adjusting to the sheet size of him inside you.

"perfect," he groans, his eyes squeezing shut for a second before he opens them again, locking onto your gaze. his hands stay on your hips, a firm guide. "start slow. lift up… yeah, like that… now back down. good."

you begin to move, awkward at first, but he guides you, his hands steering your hips, teaching you the motion. "that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "find the rhythm. feel how i move inside you. now, a little faster. arch your back. yeah… fuck, just like that, sis."

he watches you, a possessive heat in his eyes as you slowly learn to ride him. he's not just taking your virginity; he's teaching you, moulding you, ensuring that your first time, your every move, is orchestrated by him, for him.

"you're a natural," he groans, his hips beginning to lift off the bed to meet your downward thrusts. the pace quickens, your movements becoming less thought-out, more instinctual, driven by the incredible friction and the overwhelming feeling of him filling you.

he lets go of your hips, letting you find your own pace now that you have the hang of it. you lean forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders, hair falling around your face, lost in the building pleasure. but rafe isn't done teaching.

"good," he pants, his eyes dropping from your face to your chest. "now give me these."

before you can react, his hands cup your breasts, lifting them, weighing them. then, he leans up with a groan, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard. a sharp, electric jolt shoots straight from your nipple to your core, making you cry out. the combination of sensations is dizzying — the deep fullness of him inside you, the rhythmic pounding as you ride him, and the hot, wet pull of his mouth on your sensitive flesh.

he switches between them, lavishing each breast with equal, hungry attention, his tongue flicking and teasing while you continue to move above him. he's teaching you a new lesson now: how to handle multiple pleasure points at once, how to completely lose yourself. his hands never leave your breasts, squeezing and palming them, moulding them for his mouth.

the pleasure builds with unbearable speed, intense and overwhelming. your rhythm becomes frantic, desperate. you feel his own control slipping, his hips slamming upwards with more force. "that's it, sis," he murmurs against your wet skin. "cum for me. make a mess of your stepbro's cock."

and you do. your orgasm rips through you, a shattering, full-body convulsion that makes you scream his name, collapsing forward onto his chest as his mouth continues its relentless worship, swallowing your cries as he milks the very last drop of your release.

"did so good sis. but you'll definitely need some more practice."

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© written by ditzyrafe — do not steal or claim as ur own, stealing will result in me blocking u, any resemblance to any other story is simply coincidental!

[couch-potato28]

ROMANTIC MOMENTS CAUGHT BY FANS WITH THE BLLK BOYS! 📸

🎥 synopsis: Your relationship with him is already established, but fans still can’t get enough of the two of you—always wanting more crumbs. Accidental meetups, funny moments, and romantic scenes that get captured, or posted by them online offer the world a chance to witness little glimpses of your dynamic with him.

🎞️ a/n: fem!reader, Kurona’s tipsy in this one!! Fictional world logic, please don’t report me. Also, I might have went a biiit (very) overboard with the likes but nvm gang, these boys deserve it anyway :) don’t mind the colors, I just fcked up big time, p.s.: happy late birthday to Shidou

🎬 characters: barou s., alexis n., chigiri h., kurona r., sae i., sendo s. and shidou r.

Barou Shoei—please just sybau

“Could you sign our balls, please?”

That was the opening line to the short video clip that was posted by some fans from last night, tagging both you and your boyfriend on it.

It started off as a simple date at your usual spot—the bowling alley at the mall. You two have always made sure to go at the late hours when the chances of running into fans were lower than usual.

Yet somehow, a few of them ended up there anyway, spotting you two from afar as he tried to teach you the tricks for a perfect strike while they mustered up the courage to walk up to your boyfriend for autographs and pictures.

Safe to say, he wasn’t exactly impressed—or at least not with the way they asked him for permission, and crashed your date.

Still—as media training taught him—he quickly signed their bowling balls and posed for pictures as usual while you were wheezing in the background.

Rolling his eyes at your hunched back—after the last signature—he went back for another round.

Waving goodbye, the fans returned to their section before later also capturing the scene of you ending up in your boyfriend’s arms from laughing too hard.

5.7 million likes and a comment from:

@theoneandonly_y/n: next time just shove your balls in his face

@king_barou: i don’t know her

Alexis Ness—appreciation post

Not long ago, the two of you celebrated your very first anniversary.

Your boyfriend made sure everything went smoothly since he’d been preparing for the special occasion for weeks—extremely thrilled to celebrate with you along with his fans who later flooded your account with the sweetest messages.

The plan was simple.

A candlelit dinner which would be followed by an exchange of gifts—you receiving a beautiful necklace while he would get a personalized wand, the two gifts engraved with both of your initials on it.

It was meant to be a private date.

But, as fate would have it, another couple—who were also big fans—happened to be dining in the same restaurant as well, witnessing your little celebration from a few tables away.

Multiple dishes, huge bouquet beside you, and a small cake with a single candle which you blew out together were all captured on camera before ending up on the internet the next day along with a short video clip—showing you bawling your eyes out after reading his handwritten love letter which later caused the fans to melt and cry along with you at his overwhelming love and affection.

6.4 million likes with a reply from:

@alexis_nessie: simply happy to be hers 💕

Chigiri Hyoma—walking meme

A fan was out shopping when she saw the two of you in a nearby makeup store, both wearing matching caps—though they barely did anything to hide your boyfriend’s unmistakable pink hair—making her internally scream before pulling out her phone to snap a picture.

And there he was—the famous football star, caught inspecting the back of a foundation bottle like he was some kind of expert, one hand lazily resting on his hip.

All while you, his girlfriend, silently stood next to him with a bored expression, scrolling through your phone with a shopping basket in hand.

You looked like someone who’d been dragged there against their will, forced to carry a basket (which the fan assumed was full of his stuff anyway), fulfilling the role of a responsible partner while he shopped around, picking out products for both of you.

3.2 million likes and reposted by @chigiri_hym himself

Kurona Ranze—self-exposed

One of your boyfriend’s favorite birthday traditions was to post one specifically chaotic video—which was filmed ages ago—every single year without fail:

The two of you wearing matching inflatable shark costumes and dancing to Baby Shark while cracking up.

No one has ever really seen the video except those on his private account—until now.

This year, he was kinda tipsy—okay, perhaps very drunk after another team victory and birthday celebration—causing him, on the way home, to forget to switch from his public to private account.

Instead, your boyfriend just straight up went to his gallery, selected the video, and uploaded it to his main account. Yes, the one with millions of fans, followed by the caption:

best giugjft ihve eveeer got for my bdayhr lovlovhyu

The next morning, he woke up to the sound of constant beeping along with the feeling of his head about to split open. Deciding to get a bit more sleep, just as he was about to turn his phone off, the glimpse of probably hundreds of notifications blinded his eyes—from fans all around the world, even his teammates, you and oh no…was that the PR team?!

2.6 million likes and comments from:

@isagi_y10: wrong account but love the vid

@hioyooo_16: erm actually I want a custome like that as well

@nanana_jiro: so cute 🥰

Itoshi Sae—rejected on spot

Talking, signing, accepting gifts, refusing gifts and ridiculous requests were just a normal part of your boyfriend’s routine when dealing with fan interactions.

His manager always made sure to carry at least three acrylic markers, fully aware that the number of people who lined up to simply wave at, or get an autograph from the player was a lot.

Today was hectic—he’s been standing in the middle of a street for 20 minutes now, the crowd buzzing with excitement, thrilled to be in the presence of the older Itoshi.

Your boyfriend—as usual—was unbothered. With a calm demeanor and dark shades holding his bangs, he held a black pen, quickly signing each of his fans’ merch while posing for pictures at the same time.

Then came the question.

“Can you be my boyfriend?” a girl asked while recording him for some trend that was going around the internet.

Without a word, your boyfriend simply held up one finger on reflex. And—damn. Was that a…RING?

In a matter of seconds the crowd lost it. The fans went absolutely feral at his rejection that couldn’t have been any more romantic and savage—true to his reputation.

Liked by @official_itoshi_sae and 8.1 million others

Sendou Shuto—100% sweetness

It was a calm weekend morning—relatively early for caffeine runs when your boyfriend decided to surprise you with a cake and a drink.

Stopping by the local coffee shop, he accidentally bumped into some fans who instantly recognized him despite the black cap, running gear, and mask—his salmon pink hair being a dead giveaway.

So naturally, they quickly lined up behind him, cameras already rolling. One even poked his back for an autograph.

With a practiced smile and polite hellos, he turned around—then held up his index finger to pause them before turning back to the cashier, placing his usual order.

And then came yours.

The fans weren’t exactly shocked when he added another drink since he’d recently gone public with your relationship—but what did surprise them was how perfectly he knew it. Exact sugar pumps, milk percentage, size—every detail came out smooth, like muscle memory.

After paying, he turned back, signed, posed, and left.

Seconds later, a video went up with the caption:

“Caught boyfriend material Sendou in the wild ☕️”

6.3 million likes including @sendou_s

Shidou Ryusei—secret muse…or not

Your boyfriend was extremely active on social media. He always had a story, posting some crazy moments with you, or sharing not-so-flattering pictures that he deemed cute saying how your drool added a certain charm to the photo.

Fans could keep up with his progress, iconic interview moments, or his daily life simply by following him on different media platforms.

Aside from regular posts, after announcing your relationship—you had gotten highlights dedicated to you on his main account as well that had some absolutely unhinged pics the fans could laugh at.

Little did they know besides the multiple highlights, your boyfriend also had a whole other account—filled with numerous paintings, sketches or blurred photos of you. Shidou kept it discreet, always leaving out your eyes, or cropping the picture if he deemed it too recognizable.

But, obviously, some hawk-eyed fans caught on.

Then the account exploded, gaining a massive 1 million followers overnight. Every post inspired by you was now shared to the public.

Fans swooned at his adoration for his lover. You cried a little. He started to follow it with his main.

[gatorbites-imagines]

GATOR!!! GIVE ME YOUR HEADCANONS OF AN INVINCIBLE CHARACTER OF YOUR CHOICE WITH A TAMARANEAN READER AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!

*kneels before you like a fucked up yaoi squire*

anyways, can you tell I love tamaraneans? Cause I love them. My beloved humanoid cat gladiators <3. They should be able to purr along side the laser eyes, tbh.

ps. Congrats on the internship, king 👑

Mark Grayson x Tamaranean male reader 

Headcanons 

*sits on my throne like a yaoi king, with a comically big crown and scepter* 

Hey gamers, sorry for the lack of posting, my internship is busy and I use most of my free time on artfight, lmao. But here I am, enjoy. Have some Tamaranean headcanons as well. 

I think its a bit of an accepted fact that Mark likes redheads, right? Just like Dick Grayson, sigh. Those Graysons and their redheads. 

So, Mark would immediately think a Tamaranean would be pretty. When you turn out to be really nice and approachable too? Well, hes sold. 

Tamaraneans are a people fueled a lot by emotions, meaning they love fiercly and hate just as strongly, so Mark feels overwhelmed when you guys become friends, and you are all over him. 

He doesn't know what to do with himself when you kiss his cheek and cuddle him platonically. You being as strong as you are adds to it too, as it's been a while since he's been able to just hug and squeeze someone. 

It's hard to say who falls first, or who falls hardest. Mark is so brave and bright that it's impossible not to fall in love with him. And you are so approachable and kind, how can he not? 

But you guys start dating, at some point. It most likely happens sometimes post season 2, even season 3, so you fight alongside him when everything happens, ya know?

 

Now on to alien biology, hehe :3ccc 

As Viltrumites run hotter than humans, tamaranean reader would be so comfy cuddling Mark, just draped over him and melting. 

Mark is so taken with the readers hair, especially when you guys are flying and it looks like it's on fire. Expect Mark to circle you on the regular, no matter how long you two have been dating. 

I think tamaraneans purr, but it's a bit more guttural in sound. Think like the noises big cats do instead of the purr small cats do. As they are a very emotion-based people, tamaraneans purr very easily too. 

Mark realizes after a while that your pupils do shrink and grow. It's not to the same degree as cats, but he can noticeably see them widen when you look at him, and shrink when you look at Cecil. 

Tamaraneans with claws? Tamaraneans with claws. They can be flicked in and out like a cat, and aren't typically used. 

As Viltrumites don't purr or the like, Mark is fascinated and loves all the little alien noises you make, or things you do. You'll catch him admiring you a lot, but that's just in general. 

I feel like viltrumites and tamaraneans know each other, since they're both strong alien species, if that makes sense. Theres probs been a lot of fighting in the past. 

This makes Mark so scared and nervous about meeting your family when the time comes. You can only really just sit back as he paces and works himself into a tizzy. 

Only way to get him to stop is to hug him, hold him, and tell him all the things you love about him, and to reassure him that your family will love him, because you love him. 

Some of your family may be somewhat cautious when they meet Mark, especially when they learn he's a viltrumite. But they they're all shown he's nothing like other viltrumites, then he's accepted with open arms. 

Mark just ends up stuck between a lot of purring tamaraneans, who are asking him so many questions. About him, about you, your relationship, his plans, your plans, etc, etc. 

Your family can be a lot, even for you, so at the end of the day you guys can go back to your room and just relax, or more if that's what ya want.  

Its exhausting but also satisfying in a way. You two do have a feeling that your parents, aunts and uncles, are already planning your wedding, but thats for later. 

[peasack]

following the supersoldier!teen reader request, could they also have regeneration? apologies on not including that in the first ask

Don't worry that's toats okay, and I just know Alexei would love you.

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Handling a Super-Soldier Reader Headcanons ✦

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✦ John Walker

Instant protector mode.

You’re like a mini him and he lowkey feels responsible for you.

He’s a bit torn because he knows the pressure, the expectations, the violence you’re going to face.

Will spar with you, but always carefully. Always teaching, never trying to dominate.

“You gotta learn to control it, kid. Healing doesn’t mean you’re invincible. You still feel pain, right?”

He’s proud though. Especially when you hold your own in a fight. He always acts like it’s no big deal, but he’s bragging to the others when you’re not around.

Always watching your back, making sure you don’t throw yourself into danger just because you can heal.

✦ Bucky Barnes

He’s the quietest about it, but probably the one who understands you the most.

He’s seen super soldier kids before (Hydra didn’t just stop with him), and he knows what that can do to someone.

He’s the first to tell you, “Don’t let them turn you into a weapon.”

Trains you, but never pushes you past your limit. He’s the type to toss you a knife and just say, “Show me what you’ve got.”

Gives you quiet, solid advice like: “The pain still counts. Even if it goes away.”

He never questions your abilities, never doubts you, but he also never lets you carry the weight alone.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

SO EXCITED.

“We are the same! You have super strength! You heal fast! You are unstoppable! I will train you!”

He’s all over the place, absolutely thrilled to have a super soldier kid around. He treats you like his protégé immediately.

Tells outrageous stories about his own past, some true, most not.

Becomes super invested in your training but constantly has to be reminded by the others not to go too hard.

He brags about you constantly. "My kid? Very strong. Very brave. They beat three grown men yesterday, I saw it with my own eyes.”

He’s like a chaotic but loving dad who will absolutely wrestle with you in the living room and accidentally break the couch.

✦ Yelena Belova

Deadpan: “So you’re like Walker. Gross.”

She’s kidding. Mostly.

Yelena respects you immediately. She knows that being a super soldier isn’t about the power, it’s about survival.

Teases you, calls you “little tank” sometimes.

She’s lowkey very protective, though she pretends she’s not.

She’ll always have your back in a fight, and she’s the first to drag you to medical even if you’re healing just fine.

“Regeneration does not mean you get to bleed everywhere like it’s nothing. You will sit still and get cleaned up.”

She gives you practical advice like how to fight dirty and where to hit people when you don’t want to kill them.

✦ Ava Starr

Immediately worried about you.

She knows what it’s like to have your body out of your control, even if it’s different.

She’s always checking if you’re in pain, if you’re pushing yourself too hard.

Ava’s one of the few who really understands the mental side of super soldier stuff, especially the trauma that can come with being used.

She teaches you how to phase in and out of attention, how to keep people from knowing you’re hurt until you want them to.

She quietly admires your strength, but she never lets you think you have to prove anything.

“Just because you can heal doesn’t mean you need to break yourself.”

✦ Bob Reynolds

Sweetest with you.

He’s both amazed and worried.

Bob’s always nervous about his own strength and the Void, so he’s extra cautious around you.

He’s probably the best at comforting you when you get overwhelmed by your abilities or by other people’s expectations.

Super supportive, always tells you how well you’re doing.

“It’s okay if you’re tired. Even super soldiers get tired.”

Will always, always be in your corner. He’s the one who understands what it’s like to feel out of control and helps you find ways to feel safe.

He’s not afraid of your powers, but he respects them. He treats you like a real person, not just a super soldier.

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This was such a fun thing to write, hope yall enjoyed and requests are always open<33

[mona-risms]

Demon eyes, GOTTA talk about it. The Saja Boys have (what seem to be) cat eyes when they're in their unrestrained demon forms.

(Using them as reference since they're the only other demons that appear to be more human than not.)

Now, Rumi goes through something quite similar, of course, but with one eye instead of both. Additionally, her pupil seems to more rounded while retaining the feline look. I'm not sure if that's just because she's sad the whole time her demon side is 'out' or just because she's a hybrid and the human round pupil is counter-acting the slitted appearance, but damn that's hot-

Baby don't look at me with those that eye.. Don't look at me like that.. Baby I'm gonna bend you over and make that adorable little pupil of yours dilate so big it's going to be like staring into a starless night with rain crashing down because of those tears of yours🤭

Off-topic, but what if her canines suddenly growing in feels like teething to her? She starts using you as a chew toy, unironically not being able to stop herself. She's like a puppy. You're able to tell when she's about to absolutely take a chunk out of you.

"Rumi"

*Suspiciously attempting to look unsuspicious while staring intently at your arm.* "Hm?"

"Rumi."

"What?"

"No." 😐

"I'm not an animal 😑 I know how to control myse-" *Leans in slightly.*

"NO."

"What, I'm literally not doing anything ?!" *quickly chomps you*

"STOP 😡"

"WHY?"

*Holding up arm that's already littered with mini puncture wounds.*

"😔"

It's YOU people who make me wonder why I write I swear YOU'RE SO RIGHT ANON BUT GODDAMN

I'm inclined to agree that Rumi's demon eye would be much more rounded than the Sajas' tbf bc even when Jinu was particularly emotional, his eyes were still much more slitted if you compare it to Rumi's. But they still glow, they're still sort of narrow and by GOD I wish I could make them dilate even further by eating her out and fingering her at the same time to the point where she's SHAKING!!!! They most definitely glow brighter the more intense the feeling she's experiencing too, with her default just being her normal eyes

I've already discussed about her being a HUGE biter with her canines getting longer and sharper as a development so therefore I will add a counteroffer: her claws. It's VERY noticeable how her hand goes into a gradient from being human hands to the demon claws that Jinu has, and considering how her entire demon transformation seems to be heavily linked to her emotions 😋😋😋 imagine not only is she teething, but she's also scratching and stuff. It's HELPFUL, esp when she needs to cut smth down, but it's also unintentional so if she ever gets upset or emotional her claws just elongate

Get her either a scratching post or VOLUNTEER to be the scratching post. She'll TRY to be careful, especially when she's grazing her claws enough for her to trace visible lines but not actually cut into you, but when you're making her feel so unbelievably overwhelmed and fucked out and all she feels is just a hot haze, her claws may Scratch! Or dig in! She'll apologise and feel bad but at least yk you did a REALLY good job with fucking her 😄 and you get a really cool scar maybe!

The furniture might not be spared though watch her accidentally scratch up the sofa just cuz she's idly focusing 😭

.......another feature COULD be her tongue 🙂‍↕️

[sevsevteen]

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ [loosely inspired by hit the road]

승관 - Raindrops

The camera focused in on Seungkwan, alone in a softly lit studio. His features were calm, a little tired, but still carrying that signature warmth he was known for. The producer’s voice came from offscreen:

“Fans always say you carry the feelings of Seventeen. The emotional one. Do you see yourself that way?”

Seungkwan paused.

He gave a small grin, almost like it weighed something.

“I feel things a lot. Whether I’m happy or sad - it’s all big. People say I cry a lot, or that I’m loud with my feelings. That’s true. But-” He glanced down, fingers playing with the hem of his sleeve. “Sometimes when I’m alone, my head gets full of thoughts. I get depressed all of a sudden, and at times I suddenly feel a sense of emptiness.”

“Even when I’m having fun shooting entertainment shows, as soon as I get back into the car,” he sighed. “It’s like I gave everything away, and there’s nothing left inside me anymore. I’m not sure, I’ve been like this since I could remember.” Seungkwan finished off, half-joking.

.

You knew. You’d always known.

Fans are drawn by Seungkwan’s vibrant personality, his quick wit, and his undeniable emotional depth. On screen, and to the fans, he was the expressive one, the emotional anchor of the group, someone who felt everything profoundly and wasn't afraid to show it. And it was true, Seungkwan was emotional; he cried easily, laughed heartily, and wore his heart on his sleeve.

His emotions came in tidal waves - huge, consuming, and undeniable. But when the tide went out, it often left him hollow.

That’s why you never left him alone for long.

You’d learned to recognize the signs - the way his eyes would glaze mid-conversation, when his laughter seemed to ring a little hollow, or how he’d stare too long at nothing in particular. That’s when you’d slide into the space beside him with no questions, no pity, just your voice.

Sometimes about the ramen flavor you tried last night. Sometimes about a video you saw of a cat stealing someone’s slipper. Sometimes about how Jun left his shoes in front of your door again and tripped himself.

Anything to keep the silence in his mind from swallowing him whole.

.

The rain in Dallas was soft - not a thunderstorm, not heavy enough to drench - but enough to make the pavement glisten under the streetlamps, every droplet catching light like tiny, scattered stars.

It was late. Too late for any of them to be out, especially with a concert just wrapped, and schedules ahead. But when you returned to the hotel room after a schedule and noticed the empty bed beside yours, you frowned.

You walked over to the room beside yours, giving it a light knock. Dino opened the door, towel around his shoulders.

“Have you seen Seungkwan?” you asked.

No one had noticed. Not until Vernon muttered from inside the room that he saw him with a black sweater and cap over his head, leaving with a camera crew.

That was enough.

You slipped on a jacket, grabbed the umbrella near the front door, and texted the groupchat you’d be back soon.

The Dallas streets were still alive even past midnight. Cars rolled by. A couple of shops still had their neon signs flickering. You clutched the umbrella tighter as you wandered, trying to guess where he’d go - somewhere quiet, probably. Somewhere with enough noise to blur thoughts, but not enough people to feel overwhelmed.

And sure enough, a few streets down, you spotted him.

Seungkwan sat on a narrow bench at the edge of a bookstore closed for the night, its windows dark, rain sliding down the glass. He didn’t notice you at first. His head was bowed, hands in his pockets, just watching the cars pass on the wet street.

You didn’t say anything yet – just walked over, quietly raising the umbrella above both of you, and took a seat beside him.

He flinched a little at the sudden shadow, glancing up - his eyes slightly puffy, earbuds out of his ears now. “You scared me–”

“I thought you were filming? What happened to the crew?”

“I told them to go back first, I wanted some alone time.” A string of fog blew as he breathed out. “What about you? It’s not safe for you to be roaming about at this time.”

“I knew you would be out here alone,” you said softly, barely above the drizzle. “I came as backup.”

Seungkwan blinked, the corners of his mouth twitching into a tired smile.

The both of you walked in silence for a bit. Just under the small umbrella, the sound of raindrops tapping above, headlights occasionally washing the street in silver.

“Did you know Seokmin-ie accidentally bought decaf thinking it was normal coffee today?” you mumbled, playing with a puddle right by your shoe. “He kept yawning and thought it was jetlag. Jihoon only told him three hours later.”

Seungkwan’s lips twitched into a tiny smile. “That’s so Seokmin of him.”

You continued. “Also, I may or may not have eaten the last of your yogurt in the waiting room fridge. But I’ll replace it.”

“You always say that,” he murmured.

“I know, but I swear I mean it this time.”

You continued, a constant stream of chatter flowing seamlessly - just enough needed to keep the silence away and prevent his mind from wandering back into that empty space.

“You know, you didn’t have to–”

“I know.” You shrugged, already knowing his next few words. “But I wanted to.”

“Sometimes,” Seungkwan finally sighed, rubbing at his eyes. “I just feel so full, you know? Of people, expectations, emotions. And then I go back to my room and suddenly it’s all...empty again.”

You nodded quietly. “I get that.”

He looked at you.

“You do?”

You hummed, gentle. “But when it gets too quiet up there,” you tapped his temple lightly, “you can let someone else sit with you in it. You don’t always have to fill the silence alone.”

Seungkwan stared for a second. Then he exhaled, long and shaky, and leaned just slightly into your side.

“I’m glad it was you who came,” he whispered.

You smiled, tilting the umbrella so it covered more of him.

“I always will.”

.

Seungkwan finally lifted his gaze to the camera.

“But I’m okay,” he said gently. “I’m okay because…there are people who fill me back up.”

He didn’t name names. He didn’t have to.

From behind the camera, you quietly smiled.

And when the director called for a break, Seungkwan stood up slowly, rolling the tension out of his shoulders. He spotted you by the doorway almost immediately. There was no need for words - he walked toward you like a habit.

“You watched the whole thing?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Was it too much?”

You looked at him - really looked at him. “No. It was honest. You were…you.”

He looked down again, as if embarrassed by that.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he sighed, voice barely above a whisper.

You reached up, brushing a hand through his hair with a fondness only time could build. “Good thing you don’t have to find out.”

You didn't need grand gestures or eloquent speeches. Just knowing you had pulled him back from the edge of that quiet despair, even for a little while, was enough. You would always be his constant, one whenever the emptiness threatened to creep back in.

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This road is beautiful, because I have you walking beside me.

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[sluttyminghao]

what are your thoughts on sweaty sex with hoshi? 🎀 love your writing!!

You don’t even make it to the bed.

The second the door slams behind you, he’s on you, large hands are gripping your thighs, your ass, anywhere they'll reach really, pulling you against his soaked body like he’s starving.

He's still in his stage clothes, with sweat clinging to his neck, and his chest heaving; he doesn’t bother undressing you, instead he just lifts your skirt, yanks your panties aside, and grinds against you like a man possessed.

“I need you right now,” he growls, dragging his lips down your throat, tasting the salt on your skin. “Don’t make me wait, baby, don’t run.”

You’re not going anywhere. He grabs the back of your neck and pushes you up against the wall so hard the frame rattles. His thick thigh slides between yours, forcing them apart, and he shoves his pants down just enough to free himself.

Then he’s there, slamming his cock into you in one brutal, hungry thrust. You gasp, legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct, and Hoshi groans, deep and broken, sweaty forehead falling to your shoulder.

“Fuck, you feel so good...so tight, I missed this, missed you...”

His hips snap into yours with dizzying rhythm, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your collarbone as he pounds into you like it’s the only way to breathe.

“You hear that?” he pants in your ear, voice ragged and cracking slightly. “That’s how wet you are for me, fucking soaked, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna lose it-”

Your hands clutch desperately to his shirt, your fingers digging into his back, feeling the heat, the slick slide of sweat between your bodies. He’s everywhere, he's gripping your ass, biting your neck, and fucking you so deep you see stars.

And when your body trembles, you're so close and so overwhelmed, he grips your jaw and makes you look right at him. “Don’t hold back. I want all of it. I wanna see you fall apart for me.”

You do. Your orgasm hits fast and hard, ripping through you in waves. And he loses it, he's groaning your name like a prayer as he follows, body jerking, thrusts sloppy and desperate as you both ride out your highs.

You’re both shaking, sticky and breathless. You feel bruised, but in the best way possible. When you finally slide to the floor together, his arms wrap around you tightly. “Still not done,” he whispers, lips against your ear. “You’re gonna give me one more. On the floor this time.”

[stberggren]

tom would have ended up begging regardless of emil asking his permission. he revels in the feeling of making him need a sense of control. although he stops saying the words, he continues to look straight into his eyes, expression caught somewhere between begging and daring. he clings to him, nails sinking into his skin as emil moves him. at any other time the crudeness of it would make him laugh, but right now he’s too caught up in him to care about elegance. it feels just right.

he can barely keep track of the sensations going through him as he is settled on the mattress. the stretching, the fullness, the weight of emil’s body crashing into his own, the obscene sounds that keep coming from his own mouth, the way his legs are near shaking, the way he feels himself leaking without needing anything other than the friction caused by their collision. all of that and the most overwhelming thing is still the way he feels when he looks at what it is doing to emil.tom would love see them both from above, just to easily admire the way he works him. his bum, his back, all the other parts that tom explores with his fingers. tomorrow he will have a set of lines covering every inch, he imagines. one hands remains near his bottom, guiding him forward with his thrusts. there can’t be much more of him to give at yet…

it takes some time before he’s able to tell him,  “yeah..”  i can’t get enough of you either, “give me everything, my love.”  he might regret the phrase later, but, for now, now all sense is gone. he must tell him something. “is this how you would’ve had me in the gym.. or.. in the kitchen… earlier…?” 

❝ mhmm— ❞ he hums with raised brows at tom's little mumble in a way that says you think? clearly he likes it or he wouldn't be teasing him like he is. tom's encouragement only makes him feel more crazy, in truth. it makes him want to do all kinds of obscene things to the man as if they aren't already doing them. as if they haven't already indulged themselves. they are both so obviously needy and hungry for each other. the moment tom says those little words, emil lets himself loose again.

he tightens his grasp on tom's waist and rolls to the side, bringing the man with him. it's a little wild and desperate the way he moves. emil adjusts himself accordingly before immediately thrusting down into tom like his very life depends upon it. or maybe his sanity. both. either way he presses his forehead into tom's temple. his arm stays wound around his middle, the other hand cradling his hair, making a mess of it as he ruts into him with heavy breaths. ❝ i can't get enough of you, ❞ he pants into his skin.