#just let people have fun and share the love

[hannieehaee]

hi! who in svt would be more likely to be a camboy as a side gig/job? i feel like maybe seungkwan cause we all know he feels comfortable in front of the camera and is great at knowing what the public wants, or mingyu cause he loves showing himself off🤭 i initially thought about wonwoo cause he does gaming streams but he’s wayyyy to shy i feel like he would rather keep his intimate time private.

i don’t remember if i already asked this sorry if i alr did!

18+ / mdi

content: camboy!seungkwan, smut, masturbation (m receiving), no x reader but you can assume the chatter is reader, etc.

wc: 710

a/n: i can imagine both but seungkwan's just such a natural entertainer i had to pick him hehe

masterlist

lovergirl98: take the top off baby !!!

- tip: $25

"oh? this thing? but i picked it out just for you. want it off that bad? what does everyone else think? should i take it off?", seungkwan used his index finger to tease at the strap of his tank top, lowering it a bit to expose his shoulder to the audience.

his words combined by his actions caused an immediate flurry in the chat, having it fill up with various comments parroting the original request and even throwing in more money into the fire to ensure it happened. seungkwan chuckled at the insistence, biting his lip at how easy it was to get his viewers fired up.

within seconds, the top was thrown across the room, leaving him in just his boxers as he leaned back on the headboard of his bed.

even more comments showed up, with some begging him to do the same to his boxers while others tried to convince him to play with his nipples.

both orders were promptly followed after a little more teasing from seungkwan, tsk'ing at his chat for being so needy.

"oh ... looks like there's nothing else to take off," he pouted, "what do my needy kittens want now? should i ... play with my cock? is that what you want?"

lovergirl98: wanna see u cum, pretty. gimme a show?

- tip: $50

"lovergirl ... someone's a bit desperate today, huh? this is your fifth tip today. might have to give you a private show for that," he winked before letting his hand go further south, enveloping his swollen hardness with a hiss.

he knew that such comments would get other of his viewers to follow in your path and donate more. seungkwan was already familiar with your username, and he had a lot of fun paying extra attention to your comments. he couldnt help being an appreciative man for all your support.

seungkwan continued to caress himself, starting off with a soft and slow pace and increasing as more comments popped up in encouragement for him to go harder, go faster. kwan drank it all in, using his other hand to occasionally palm at his balls or caress at his bare chest.

lovergirl98: sooo pretty. gonna make me cum with u

- tip: $20

"yeah? wish i could see, pretty," he cried out in the midst of his upcoming high.

he teased himself a few times, getting himself to his high yet stopping right before actually orgasming. meanwhile, he continued to mutter dirty words to his viewers, earning himself rewards for giving them a show of his not-so private pleasure.

"f-fuck, gonna cum. i ... shit, it's so good, fuck. wish you were here to ... to take it for me," he mewled, playing it up a bit for whichever viewer wanted to take claim of him.

and luckily enough, at least ten people donated right at that moment, all in differing amounts and all sharing similar sentiments of wanting seungkwan's spunk either in their mouths or in other parts of their body.

maybe it was a little egotistical of him, but such desperate displays of need for him were enough to finally make him finish. he could see himself in the view finder, looking at the same view his fans had of him as he squirted his cum all over his stomach.

after that, heavy breaths filled the room, occasionally interrupted by pings indicating even more donations from his subscribers.

"hmm, you were so good for me. look at the mess you made me do," he chuckled as he looked through his comments one last time, too exhausted due to the overstimulation he'd inflicted onto himself.

with that, he closed the tab, deciding to put an end to the stream before he fell in another rabbit hole of an orgasm. but even then, private messages popped up, with endless offers of a private show in exchange of heftier donations than usual.

lovergirl was there as per usual, making seungkwan chuckle at the insistence. it was endearing, he had to admit. he considered for a bit, but decided to put it in the back burner before heading over to the bathroom to wash himself up. a smile of satisfaction remained on his face in the meantime.

maybe next time.

a/n: this was different since it wasn't very member x reader but i hope u guys enjoyed anyways!

[lawofnova]

This is the only shifting method I use. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I don’t believe you need to rely on methods. However, it’s always helpful to use them in connection with pure consciousness and the practice of the Law of Assumption.

I won’t be naming this method because I simply don’t care enough to claim it as my own. I’m sure someone else in this world has thought of it before. I’m only sharing it with my followers because I feel it’s immersive and allows you to align yourself with your reality to the fullest extent using visualization and the Law of Assumption.

1. My shifting method begins by inducing the Witness state. I focus on the fact that I am pure energy, without a face, body, identity, or any connection to the external world. Next, I concentrate on the energy within each of my chakras. I don’t believe chakras need to be aligned or unlocked to shift or manifest. I simply view them as containers for specific energies and feelings, without assigning them any additional power.

2. First, I allow myself to feel the energy of the Root Chakra at the base of my spine. I focus solely on this energy initially, then gradually work my way up through each chakra. Rather than grounding myself in my current state or reality, I choose to ground myself in my new state and reality. I visualize my surroundings, my senses, the general outline of my reality, my possessions, body, face, finances, my safety, and skills—my new identity and the external world. I ground myself in this vision and allow myself to feel it as true.

3. Next, I move up to my Sacral Chakra when I feel ready. Here, I tune into the energy of pleasure, creativity, romance, and self-expression. I often focus on and imagine the NSFW section of my script (shhh), my hobbies and skills that bring me happiness, my Desired Reality S/O and our relationship, and how I express myself in this new state/reality. I am patient with myself as I move through each step. I don’t rush, nor do I place any pressure on perfection. I trust that my consciousness knows exactly what I want and is guiding me intuitively.

4. When I reach the Solar Plexus, this part of the journey becomes really fun. Here, I fully tune into my confidence in my new identity, immersing myself in the feeling that this is truly who I am. The Solar Plexus Chakra holds the energy of self-perception, personal power, and authenticity, so I allow myself to feel strong and aligned in my sense of self, aligning with the confidence of having said identity.

5. When I approach the Heart Chakra, I focus on tuning into the feelings of unconditional love, empathy, and the connection to both myself and my Desired Reality/State. I allow myself to experience the deep love I hold for the world and the people in this new reality, including my Desired Reality self. Imagine your relationships, friendships, and connections in this new reality. Visualize how these connections make you feel. Let yourself feel gratitude for each bond as if it already exists, and embrace that sense of love that flows between you and everyone you interact with in this reality.

6. In the Throat Chakra, you want to focus on the energy of clear, authentic communication. This is your center for self-expression, so take time to feel how you express yourself in your Desired Reality. Imagine speaking your truth confidently, whether it’s through your words, actions, or creative expressions. Visualize how your voice sounds, how you communicate with others, and the clarity you feel in expressing your thoughts and desires. You might also want to imagine how others respond to you—how they listen and respect your truth. Let this energy simmer before moving on to the next part.

7. This one is my favorite part because it lets the foundation you’ve built flourish through the Law of Assumption: The Third Eye Chakra—the chakra of knowing. This chakra connects you to your higher self (the Witness/Consciousness), your ability to just know things without needing external validation, and it’s where you trust the insights and imagination that come from within. Feel this knowing. Know everything you’ve envisioned prior to be true.

8. Lastly, as you finally encounter the Crown Chakra, focus on the energy of connection to the universe and the spiritual knowledge you believe to be true. This is the chakra of transcendence, where you connect to the source of all existence and feel your oneness with the Creator. Visualize a deep sense of peace, knowing that everything is interconnected and that you are part of something much greater than yourself. Imagine feeling limitless, free from the boundaries of the ego and the physical world. The Crown Chakra is where you tap into spiritual knowledge, higher states of consciousness, and the feeling of unity with everything. This energy can help you transcend the limitations of the physical world, allowing you to experience and align with your Desired Reality/state.

[outrunningthedark]

Do you ever get that uncomfy feeling about fandom dissecting cast interviews and heavily interacting and sharing interactions? Like I ship (shipped? Put off by parasocialness and lfj love) bucktommy and buddie but the fandom is so offputting.

Like appreciating the cast ofc is fair and fun but I cant help but feel like, this broken wall of seperation makes finishing or reaolving the bucktommy break up less likely.

I think im overthinking a bit, but this buddie outrage, lfj sharing posts and interacting, people bashing OS about his wording, like the idea that in 8B. Tim and whoever thinks, okay they should come back. The idea of those actors having to interact after all this (in sone ways) overblown drama makes me cringe and i cant properly express why. Maybe its the lack of escapism?

I cant fully express my thoughts on this properly but i have agreeed with most of your posts on the subject. You articulate stuff well.

Dont mean to bash people that love to follow the cast closely but idk when i see it all blur on my page, i get so weirded out. Anyway ignore if this makes no sense or is irrelevant.

I do get what you're trying to say, and that's where the root of the issues with Oliver's behavior stems from. We, as a fandom, should not be able to *notice* when a particular cast member is being left out of cast moments behind the scenes. Yes, he was professional on set and got through his scenes, but the ONLY reason people have started to put two and two together re: his concerns over "backlash" is because of we just saw happen while Lou was on the show. Before, we could tell ourselves "Well maybe Oliver's just tired of these forced hetero relationships that will go nowhere". But now his character is canonically queer. And he chose not to acknowledge the story line outside of one post that got deleted and a couple of stories. (One of which was most definitely advised for good PR given how he recorded it on the fly - Bi Visibility Day). Viewers should have been able to watch the story line with NO preconceived notions of how anybody really felt. Viewers should have been able to feel sad about the break up without Oliver immediately jumping into a story about how HE TEXTS THE GUY WHO WROTE TOMMY OFF to let Buck go back to his 1.0 phase. Viewers should have been able to believe the guy who seemed so excited to celebrate his character's coming out sympathized with the disappointment. But because Oliver only worries about the hate HE receives, because Oliver puts HIS feelings first when telling a queer (potential) love story on tv, fandom is left to wonder whether he even liked the direction of Buck's story line, whether he actually DID have anything to do with Tommy get written off as quickly as he did. Fans look into things because Oliver leaves the door open.

[thecircularsystem]

Okay, English teacher to the rescue, hopefully. Let’s try to simplify this.

OP: System posting is allowed to be silly.

Random Person: Yeah I hate the focus on trauma.

Korya: Hey, while I agree people are allowed to be silly, talking about the trauma part is still important, and too much focus on the sillies can be harmful.

OP: Actually systems owe you nothing. We don’t need to post about our trauma, I want to be silly.

Korya: Nowhere did I say you had to post about trauma. All I was saying is that everyone only focusing on the more fun aspects, like alters, and never discussing the traumatic aspects, like what CDD systems experience, can lead to misinformation.

OP: Sorry if I’m misunderstanding, but what you’re saying feels like you’re saying I can’t post about alters. It isn’t misinformation to share silly things. You can post about trauma, but you should be allowed to be silly.

(AUTHOR’S NOTE: The above statement is part of what Korya said originally! You are in agreement!)

Korya: Yes, you are misunderstanding me. To clarify, I wasn’t doubling down, and I was just trying to add to the conversation.

OP: You are not clarifying. I’m sorry I misunderstood. I said people can be silly, and you said they have to share their trauma or else it’s misinformation. All I said is we don’t have to focus on trauma. What do you think is misinformation about that?

(AUTHOR’S NOTE: Korya never claimed you can’t silly. They just said that always and forever only being silly is kind of erasing the trauma part of a trauma disorder pretty frequently, and EVERYONE ONLY EVER being silly can lead to aspects of CDDs and disordered plurality being erased. They never disagreed with your premise and said directly in their first response that they agreed with it.)

Korya: I have clarified and I don’t know how to clarify more. You started a conversation and I added to it with more insight. I didn’t respond to just what you said, but to what everyone has said on this topic in the past. Like I’ve said a few times now, I wasn’t calling you out (or disagreeing with you). You keep asking me for clarification, which I have tried to give. I explained that you misunderstood and you continued to say the same misunderstanding. I will stop the conversation here because the communication barrier is getting frustrating.

OP: You haven’t clarified shit and now I’m mad. I tried to be nice and polite but you rejected clarifying and rejected a conversation. You disagree with me and you said it’s misinformation to be silly online. You talk weird and I am now going to make fun of you for it, because I feel like you made fun of me for my lack of English skills, despite the fact that I brought it up. Fuck off and I’m now calling this post harassment of a teenager.

Korya: Well now I’m going to point out you’re legally an adult, and you’re arguing in an adult space about adult topics. Also your language barrier is the issue here.

……..

Does that clarify? =_=

TL;DR: OP, Korya literally said “I agree with you” and then added more thoughts. You read that and immediately went “that is a disagreement.” The word agree means the opposite of disagreement.

To further the actual convo Korya was trying to have (and Korya, I’d love to take this to discord or a different post!), people are absolutely allowed to post about the fun aspects of their disorder, but I do wish the trauma aspects were also celebrated. Or at least fucking welcomed.

Seeing constant posts of “I can’t believe people focus on their suffering, stupid fucking miserable people” really hurts as someone who tries to hold their trauma close for understanding and healing. I can’t grow past it unless I embrace it, and being told that it is bad to do so sucks — and many individuals (not OP, but many) in this topic of conversation treat my trauma as if it’s bad to even mention.

“DID/disordered plurality isn’t just about having silly guys in your brain, it’s about TRAUMA AND SUFFERING”

yeah ok sure. but it can also be about the silly guys. that’s okay too

[1toreyouapart]

The Lies We Tell

***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***

Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.

CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, more to come as I actually get things written out.

Masterlist

The Kiss

Dread settled into his stomach as he checked the time. Again. 9pm. Either she was coming home soon or she would be gone another six hours. Seemed these dates either went wrong fast, or they went well enough for her to go home with them. If she didn’t come home until the middle of the night, the sushi he had ordered and was sitting in the fridge would be a “surprise” lunch tomorrow, as usual. One thing he had learned about her the night they had met was her love of sushi. It was her comfort food. Stressed? She wanted sushi. Sad? Sushi was the answer. Just not feeling well in general? You guessed it, sushi. Unbeknownst to Quinn he had actually started learning how to make it just so he could surprise her with it. Maybe get her in the kitchen with him to make it soon.

She would get so frustrated, but he loved cooking with her. Always so serious in the kitchen, whereas he was always coaxing her into having fun with it. Having fun with him. Quinn had a tendency to take things too seriously sometimes. Making a mess in the kitchen? She hated that. Part of him kind of loved antagonizing her a bit. The way she would look at him as he intentionally spilled the smallest amount of something on the counter. And even after all this time she still hadn’t figured out that was his warning before he would start a full on food fight with her.

Another glance at the clock. 9:20pm. If the date had gone bad early on she would be home in the next 30 minutes. She never went too far from home for the first part of the date. And if she was headed to their place after the date, she always turned location sharing back on with him. Just like he had taught her. Always meet them at the location. Stay close to home in case of emergency, and always let someone know where she was going. The fact she hadn’t shared her location with him yet was driving him insane. Logically he knew they were still at the restaurant. Which he had the address of. But the illogical part of him said she had stupidly left the restaurant with this guy and was lying in a ditch somewhere.

The front door swung open, the sound of her shoes being kicked off and hitting the wall startling him. He hadn’t even heard her key in the lock. Noah quickly checked his phone, making sure he hadn’t missed her usual “On my way home” text. Nothing. Oh, fuck. That meant one thing. The date had gone so terribly he doubted even sushi and a movie could fix it. He didn’t dare look up at her, even. The last time she had come home like this and he’d done that she went off about how she didn’t need his pity.

Usually she went straight for the kitchen and brought back the sushi that she inevitably made him eat with her. This time, however, she flung herself down on the couch, her body stretching out beside him while her head found its place in his lap. This was new. Unusual. Had it really been that bad? Slightly terrified of what he would find he looked down at her, noting that while there weren’t any marks on her, at least not on her face, it was obvious she had been crying. Her makeup was smudged just so.

“Hey, baby. What’s wrong?” His voice was quiet. Calm in spite of the confusion and anger swirling inside him. What the fuck had happened?

“He spent the entire hour at the restaurant talking about how much money he makes and how cool his stupid fucking car is.”

Okay. He was right. Dude was a total tool. But that didn’t explain the state she came home in.

“What the fuck did he do?”

Guilt pierced him when she flinched at his raised voice, but he couldn’t stop himself. The thought that he had hurt her, that this waste of oxygen might have put his hands on her, was driving him up the wall.

“Quinn! What the fuck did he do?!” He pulled her up to sit in his lap, his hands wandering over her as he searched for injuries.

“He didn’t touch me, Noah.” She swallowed, finally meeting his eyes. “He made a gross comment about goth girls, and I ended the date.”

Relief surged through him and he clutched her against him, hugging her as tight as he could without hurting her. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of peaches that always clung to her. That scent had become home to him. Shit, she was home for him. This asshole hadn’t put his hands on her. At least there was that.

“He-he followed me outside. Told me good luck finding a man that would put up with me. And…Noah, he’s fucking right. Look at my track record. Look at how we met! I was some sad, heartbroken girl drinking her sorrows away.”

Quinn broke. Right there in his arms. His words from earlier rang loud as fuck in his head. Telling her she had shitty taste in men. Her broken sobs, muffled by his shoulder, shattered him into millions of little pieces. She had never sounded like this before. Not even the night they had met. No matter what happened she never broke like this. So he did the only thing he could think to do at that moment. He took her head in his large hands, lifted it off his shoulder, and pressed his lips against hers in the hope that he wasn’t making the biggest mistake of his life.

Tag: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard

[tomorrowxtogether]

BEOMGYU: “I realized just how much love I have for performing onstage”

TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY comeback interview

2024.11.12

BEOMGYU says he spent the time he was out with an injury falling even deeper in love with the stage. Clearly, the idol draws on hardship to propel himself forward: Even as he talks about the hard times, a humble smile flashes across his face as he adds, “but it’s okay.” BEOMGYU—who knows that “sometimes you stumble, it’s fine”—knows what it takes to get back on his feet.

Season two of Workout ZZANG is really entertaining, just like season one. You seem really comfortable doing variety shows now. You’re really in your element! (laughs)  But you’ve also said that you’re not usually so energetic. BEOMGYU: Workout ZZANG is a physically demanding show. I figured out during the first season that people find it funnier when I’m really struggling. You can just tell by looking at the view count—the episodes where I have the hardest time always got the most views. (laughs) I realized not to play it safe and that I need to put in as much effort as possible. And I think my genuine love of the show makes that possible. I mean, it’s got my name on it. I really love how you’re always quick to make your guests feel welcomed, too. BEOMGYU: Because I’m playing host to them on my own show. (laughs) I thought a lot about how to approach them without making it awkward. I couldn’t do a total deep dive on them, but I tried to be plenty familiar with them. I even watched other variety shows they’d been on to see what kind of things they like to do. HUENINGKAI made a surprise appearance, too. BEOMGYU: It was great to have someone I have perfect back-and-forth with on. He was great at coming up with these quips, probably from filming so much content, like TO DO X TXT. He was a lot of fun. Oh, and the aerobics episode was exhausting, and even though it was really hot and Huening gets hot easily, he was really active during it, which I was grateful for. I was laughing, watching that episode by myself when we were in the US and I showed it to him and said, “Hey, this one’s really funny.” (laughs)

You talked before about the pressure you feel to be good on variety shows. Do you find you’re able to enjoy it a bit more now? BEOMGYU: I was worried right from when we first debuted about what special thing I could do or role I could play to contribute to the group. Thanks to doing Workout ZZANG, I think I’ve established myself as the one who’s good at doing variety shows. I was really grateful they called me back to make a second season, and I could feel that I’ve grown a lot from it. My friends I hadn’t heard from in ages suddenly contacted me to say, “Hey, this is really funny,” and the rest of the group said the same thing and wished me the best with it. I felt really proud—like I was being acknowledged.

In contrast to your overflowing energy when you’re on variety shows, the very calmest side of you comes out when you do BEOMEDIO. BEOMGYU: Part of it’s about showing what I’m like at three in the morning, but the best part is getting to read what MOA sends in. Reading their stories let me visualize and indirectly experience things I haven’t experienced myself. I read them all through quickly and thoroughly before going live. There’s a whole lot of people who write really beautifully. (laughs) A lot of times I feel like I understand them so well that I get choked up reading them. And I’m always thankful for the ones that end with, “I love you, BEOMGYU.”

You said on BEOMEDIO, “When it comes to sharing happiness, the person doing the sharing doesn’t end up with less, and it fills the hearts of the people who receive it, too.” If you could share one thing that made you happy recently, what would it be? BEOMGYU: Honestly, this year’s been filled with a lot of good experiences. I’m making an effort to find happiness even in the smallest things now. There were minor things, like when we had our “Deja Vu” comeback, I felt great because the outfits were beautiful. I helped write the lyrics for two tracks on the latest album, and that made me extremely happy. (laughs) And I’ve been incredibly happy going to my favorite artists’ concerts and doing our own. I’d say there was more happiness than sadness this year.

Even though it’s been a year full of happiness, there was also a painful period for you because of an injury. I can guess how tough that was for you considering you were crying at the end of the concert. BEOMGYU: It was really hard for me mentally. That was right when I was deep into my work. We had this great schedule lined up, and as things started to fall apart, it felt like my mental state fell apart with it. And when we were at the Tokyo Dome, I thought, We’re at this place with this huge audience and I can’t even perform? It killed me. On the other hand, though, it also had a positive impact on me in a way. That was my first time watching the other members perform from offstage, and I could see how amazing and impressive they were. The place was packed, and hearing them cheer, I was like, I’m doing something really amazing—I’m working with some really amazing people. I found it really motivating.

Didn’t it also make you think about how you’re just as amazing when you’re up on that stage? (laughs) BEOMGYU: I thought, I can absolutely slay when I’m onstage, too! (laughs) I think the others were amazing and put on an absolutely flawless performance as just the four of them, but I have certain ways of expressing myself and there’s some breathtaking parts that only I can do, you know? I thought, I don’t even care if my foot gets more broken—I just wanna be onstage. I took performing onstage for granted, but as soon as I wasn’t able to, I realized just how much love I have for it. All the rest of them carried you around when you got hurt at the Tokyo Dome. BEOMGYU: It was really reassuring to me and I was so grateful to them, but in a way I also felt really sorry. When a concert’s coming towards the end, we’ve already used up so much energy that just standing by itself can be hard by that point. I realize how hard it was for them to carry me around under those circumstances.

You said “We’ll Never Change” is the TOMORROW X TOGETHER song that made you cry the most. The practice period for it overlapped with when you were injured. BEOMGYU: It was when we had already learned all the choreo for Japan and were about to start practicing for “We’ll Never Change.” I couldn’t learn any of it because of my injury and was just staying in my room. But I said, “I really want to go to Japan. I want to sing, even if I have to sit,” and I sat in for lessons for the live performance. I felt sort of insignificant sitting at the back just singing while all the other members were dancing, and I felt terrible. I shed a tear or two at the back, but I doubt they would know that. (laughs)

I remember you said you were disappointed that your injury kept you from making the people who came to your concerts into total MOA. It’s really admirable how passionate you’ve always been about converting people into fans. BEOMGYU: I’m in it for the long run. There’s still so much I want to accomplish. Celebrities like BTS, IU, or DAY6 feel like celebs’ celebs. I feel like you have to see them in concert at least once in your life, and I want to receive recognition from my fellow artists and be the kind of person that they want to see in concert, too. I take pride in the quality of our concerts. (laughs) I used to think accomplishments didn’t matter all that much. I thought, as long as MOA’s happy and I’m happy, that’s enough, and that it’s better just to be nice and happy, but lately I feel driven to do even better anyway. (laughs) You showed off your guitar skills at this year’s Weverse Con Festival, which you practiced for until you got blisters on your fingers. Did that come from the same drive? BEOMGYU: It was no easy task. (laughs) I kept up my lessons online when we were in the US and even gave up my vacation to keep learning and practice. I love playing guitar, but it isn’t my specialty. Lots of people are pros at it so I was worried about the thought of me going up onstage and playing it, but I decided to just go for it. It’s difficult to master anything, and practice was the only way for me to make it happen. MOA loved it in the end, so I was proud. (laugh)

You’ve been going to see a lot of other artists perform lately. How does it feel being in the audience after being the one onstage? BEOMGYU: Watching things purely from a fan perspective showed me how joyful the concertgoing experience can be. One time I went to IU’s concert, and sitting in the audience at that huge venue and watching her, I felt how amazing a thing it is to be a fan of somebody and show them your love. I became determined to give MOA not just 100% but 150 or 200% at our concerts. (laughs)

The last track on your new album, The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY, is called “Higher Than Heaven,” and it feels like it perfectly captures TOMORROW X TOGETHER and MOA’s connection, especially the part where you go, “I’ll hold onto eternity, our names / Let’s dream of an endless tomorrow together.” BEOMGYU: I thought those lyrics were absolutely wonderful. “Let’s dream of tomorrow together” sounds so romantic. Since we’re in our sixth year now, I think it’s time we focus on the future more than the past. What I want now is to keep looking toward the future with the other members and with MOA—to see them there tomorrow.

The part where you go, “What you doin’ to me?” in ‘Danger’ is a real standout. It felt like you were using a voice we haven’t heard from you before. BEOMGYU: I practically insisted that the producer give that part to me. (laughs) I said, “I promise I’ll kill this part,” and that clinched it for me. When I was recording it, I had to get the pronunciation and nuance to work together, and do it all in a really deep voice, so it was kind of hard. I couldn’t get the tone right when I looked alert and ready, so I tried making a pose like someone who’s about to start a fight—stuffing my hands in my pockets, tilting my head slightly—and sang it that way. And then I was able to really bring out the right feeling. (laughs) You’ve said before that sometimes a song doesn’t feel quite right until you’ve heard the group singing it, and then it sounds better. Are there any songs on this album that were like that? BEOMGYU: “Forty One Winks.” It’s actually my top pick—I loved it right from the start, in fact. (laughs) I always connect more with the songs after I hear them with the group’s vocals. The demo versions are good, but it really feels like a TOMORROW X TOGETHER song when you hear it with our vocals. You mentioned you were happy to write lyrics for two of the new songs. What was that process like? BEOMGYU: It wasn’t anything special. (laughs) I find it’s best to write lyrics as the thoughts naturally come to you and not overthink it. I worked on “Resist (Not Gonna Run Away)” while we were touring. I was writing like crazy on a three-hour trip to a ryokan in Japan and I think the lyrics came out well.

You said before that you tend to have an ear for what people generally like. How did you feel when you first heard the single “Over The Moon”? BEOMGYU: At first I thought it was good but not lead-single good, but I fell in love with it once I heard it with the group’s vocals. It’s got a feeling that can’t be described in just one word. It’s not just, This one’s upbeat! Or, What a tough image! It’s got a little bit of this and that and everything in it. It feels like “one of our songs” or “TOMORROW X TOGETHER-ish.” (laughs)

You truly have a deep affection for the group. During YEONJUN’s first solo promotions, all the other members sent him a coffee truck and repeatedly visited in person to support him. BEOMGYU: It was the first solo work for any TOMORROW X TOGETHER member, and I knew how hard he worked on it. While the rest of us took it easy, YEONJUN had to be getting ready for it. I really empathize with how much pressure he must’ve felt. As a member of the group, I thought about what I could do and decided all I could do was go support him in person, buy him a little something, and go cheer him on. You truly have a deep affection for the group. During YEONJUN’s first solo promotions, all the other members sent him a coffee truck and repeatedly visited in person to support him. BEOMGYU: It was the first solo work for any TOMORROW X TOGETHER member, and I knew how hard he worked on it. While the rest of us took it easy, YEONJUN had to be getting ready for it. I really empathize with how much pressure he must’ve felt. As a member of the group, I thought about what I could do and decided all I could do was go support him in person, buy him a little something, and go cheer him on.

You recently wished on a sky lantern in Taiwan for the people you know to be happy, not for yourself. BEOMGYU: I really just hope that everyone I love and everyone who loves me is healthy and happy. I think it’s always like that. I’m more concerned with others being happy because of me than I am for my own happiness. You can sacrifice or give up things and still feel like, Okay, as long as you’re happy, I’m fine. It doesn’t mean I’m not happy. (laughs) I can take care of my own happiness, honestly. That’s why I wrote that. You have to be happy yourself in order to share that happiness with others.

If you were going to write down a wish not for the people close to you but just for yourself, what would it be? BEOMGYU: There isn’t really anything I wish for. I’m content with who I am right now. (laughs)

[meteor752]

can we have more details about hermes x Odysseus? Please ~

More than happy to dearie

(Also you didn’t need to send the ask twice lol)

Since Ody is technically Hermes great grandson (*cough cough*), he’s known about his general existence long before he met him on Aeaea. He didn’t care that much about him tho, cause like if he gave a shit about every mortal offspring he had then he literally wouldn’t have time for anything else.

Still, hearing that Athena herself had taken an interest in one of his? Fascinating to be sure. Not enough to start giving a shit, but still, fascinating

And then, Poseidon. Hermes was of course the first to hear the news that Poseidon had attacked and killed over five hundred Greeks over one slight, and you know he spread that gossip to the rest of Olympus like fucking wildfire. But still, that makes two gods (one of which a member of the big three) that has taken an interest in some way in Odysseus. So it might be time to investigate

Hermes finds him and the remainder of his crew having washed up on Aeaea, which tickles him a bit. One of Athena’s “warriors”, seeking refuge on Circe’s island? Interesting choice indeed.

But Hermes takes his time to indulge in one of his favourite pastimes, spying on people. And sure, Odysseus does his fare share of moping there on the beach, but to the messenger gods surprise, despite all of the man’s losses, he takes action almost immediately, ordering some other guy to go scout out the island. And even though Hermes loves watching Circe trick and hex people, he doesn’t leave to go check that out. He stays, watching the mortal go about.

Hermes also takes the time to truly take notice how handsome the man is. He has a slightly short stature and lean build, just like any descendant of his, but he seems to have not let that stop him as he moves about with confident elegance. His hair is much darker than Hermes own, and despite being ruffled and damp from the sea water, the messenger god can see that it’s well cared for. Most of all, he takes notice of the mortals eyes, a deep rich brown, and despite the weariness and paranoia to be found in them, he still sees a small twinkle in them, a light that has not yet been snuffed out by his uncle.

Hermes could have watched the man for hours if he so desired, and so was a little pissed off when the other man from before came running and interrupted them.

But it was through that that Hermes got a chance to see another of Odysseus strengths, his way with words. Despite the frankly idiotic decision to land on Aeaea, the messenger god could clearly see his sister in the way he spoke. He was even more intrigued by the things he was saying, showing loyalty and honour, despite having a chance to escape the situation. Hermes himself never cared much about loyalty, but the fact that the mortal is willing to risk his own life and safety for his crew? He can’t help but be impressed

Until he realises that yeah his new favourite mortal is most definitely going to fucking die if he doesn’t do anything, so, he gets involved.

And if he’s a bit extra giddy when Odysseus says his name, if he flirts a little more than he usually does, if he holds him extra close when they dance, well that’s only for him to know.

Hermes keeps spying on Ody even after Circe, even going so far as to follow him to the underworld. Usually when mortals have extreme breakdowns and cursing the gods out, Hermes finds it kinda funny. It’s a good show. But, when his mortal does it (Because that’s what he is. He’s not Athenas, or Poseidons, he’s his. It was Hermes who saved him from Circe, it’s Hermes who’s keeping an eye on him, hell he would never have been born if it wasn’t for Hermes), it’s way less fun, and just upsetting.

Hermes keeps keeping watch as his mortal keeps getting worse. The sirens, Scylla, his mortals crew turning on him, Hermes witnesses it all. As much as he’d like to assist in some way, he was already in trouble with Zeus for his intervention on Aeaea, and that had been a pretty minor thing all things considered. Despite everything that occurs, he still sees that same twinkle remain in his eyes, that same light that Hermes treasures so.

Still, it was hard to not get absolutely pissed when that other man stabbed his mortal.

When Zeus got involved with his mortal and struck down his crew, Hermes lost sight of him. The messenger god spent seven years scouring the ocean for any trace of the king, but to no avail.

When he’d searched every single corner of the earth, Hermes through in the towel and finally did what he really didn’t want to do.

He asked his sister for help.

Despite how much it upset him, Athena had actually formed a divine bond with Odysseus, which made her capable of tracking him.

And find him she did. On Calypso’s island.

Fuck.

Luckily, Athena wanted him freed too, so Hermes didn’t have to grovel to Zeus himself. He would have done so if needed, but having Athena do ir for him was easier on his pride.

And he was more than happy that that was the case, as Athena got a lightning bolt to the face, and Hermes got the job of retrieving his mortal.

He’s never been as excited as he was, travelling to Ogygia, past the veil keeping the island hidden from the outside world. And, maybe he’s a little gloaty when he tells Calypso to release his mortal, but it’s difficult not to be. The goddess has spent seven years thinking that Odysseus belongs to her. Laughable, truly.

Hermes has spent years thinking about his mortal, missing his elegant stride, his beautiful hair, his lopsided cocky smile, his eyes. Yet, when he first get a look of him again after so many years, building his sad little raft, it’s nothing less than painful.

Because he’s wrong. The paranoia has settled in, making him jumpy and uncertain, and while his time on Ogygia had made him altogether more healthy, it was in a way that just didn’t fit. He looked almost uncomfortable in his own skin as he moved. And worst of all, his eye twinkle had all but vanished.

But all of his upsetting feelings vanished the second his mortal laid eyes on him, and his smile shone brighter than Apollo himself.

Hermes stayed by his side as long as he could warning him both about the dangers ahead, but also drinking in every moment his mortals attention was on him.

But even still, he eventually had to depart. He knew his uncle was waiting for a final chance to finish his mortal off. If Apollo was to be believed, Odysseus would survive the encounter, somehow, but that didn’t stop the rising anxiety Hermes felt as he said farewell to his mortal, taking his leave with a soft kiss.

~~~

I have many thoughts on Hermes, my favourite Greek god (Not my favourite overall god tho, Idun my beloved <3). Mans is most def extremely Not Normal about poor Ody, who did not ask for all this attention from the gods.

I do also imagine most gods to be extremely possessive, and do not like sharing, so Hermes isn’t too fond of the fact that like five other gods are vying for Odysseus attention.

He remains silly tho, stalker tendencies and all

[moonjxsung]

The final day of my Kinktober series has been posted! I apologize for the delay as November has been a little crazy lately. But we officially have 31 pieces of short work back on this blog 🥹 thank you to everyone who requested/left feedback/kept up with this series. This was really fulfilling for me to do, and although it was a lot of work, I’m really happy to have taken part 🩷

Just for fun, I wanted to share that the top 3 most popular works were…

🥇 Perv Best Friend- Han Jisung x reader

🥈 Cuckholding- Hwang Hyunjin x Lee Minho x reader

🥉 Corruption Kink- Bang Chan x reader

Let me know if you had a favorite or if you guys want to see a longer fic based off any of the Kinktober works 🫶 I know we had a few interested in a poly fic, which I’m super down to write!

As we near the holiday months, I will be a little quieter on here as I work on more stuff behind the scenes. I know there were a few requests to maybe lay off the long asks again, so I think it’s safe to say people are a little sick of seeing me on their dash again. lol 😅 if you need to reach me urgently, please reach out on discord (moonjxsung) and I’m always just a message away. I also have a Twitter (moonjxsung) and I’m pretty active on there when I’m not here.

Thank you again to everyone for supporting my work and being here. I love you all and immeasurable amount 🩷 chat soon

- ⭐️

[sinful-lanterns]

AAHH i finally finished the event last night, cutting it close to the event end I know, and just gods that.... that was so fun, though did hurt my brain a little.......

So now time to be horny about it! Like fuck, Moore! Gods she's so pretty, and the cold tone she took while threatening people just.... my thighs were clenched. And just... gods I want her to call me a good girl and pull me into her lap. I want her to take that mean tone whenever I start acting bratty when she warns me not to be bad.

And just imagine the SMAU just Moore showing up to take her seat, maybe she'd have Rise as her other baby. And just sit back with her legs spread wide so that Reader and Rise can both sit in her lap. Her toy collection is probably pretty large, and fine tuned to a ridiculous degree. Moore just pushes a vibrater against your pussy and its almost perfectly set to have to crying for release in seconds, but then programmed so that right at the very second before you cum it turns off, without fail, and its the closest edge imaginable.

Just all the other Mommys and Babys watchung with rapt attention as Moore has both Reader and Rise screaming in her lap. Both clinging to her for dear life, both sobbing uncontrollably when the toys turn off at the edge again.

Maybe she says that she'll let them cum after they make her cum, and both Reader and Rise are tripping over eachother to get their heads buried between Moore's legs. Shaking and whining with need, all while their Mommy just runs her fingers through their hair and coos down at them.

Mommy Moore loving her little dolls dumb and needy, maybe making them wear vibrating plugs so that she can turn their brains to mush whenever they start thinking a little too much for Mommy's liking.

~🐁

MOMMY MOORE 🩷🩷💗💗💘💘💖💖💕💕

After playing through the event all I could think of was burying my face in her plush thighs (especially after that one scene of her in just a bath towel) and letting her use my mouth to get off while she pets my head and calls me a good girl 😖😖

YES MOORE. READER AND RISE ARE BOTH YOUR GOOD GIRLS! Just the image of both you and Rise tripping over each other to gain just a speck of Moore’s attention is making me feral. Moore has more than enough love to go around! No need to be so hasty you two…

Ough…imagine shower sex with both Moore and Rise. She probably has one of those super large glass showers, so both you and Rise could fit inside with her. She also brings along some waterproof, silicone toys to stuff inside you while she gently commands Rise to rub circles to your clit.

I certainly would not mind sharing a shower with these women in STEM <33

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Chung Myung x Fem! Reader: “100 Years and a Promise” Sequel (NSFW/Minors DNI)

Summary: You two haven’t had alone time in what feels like forever. Thanks to your good luck, you get to share the last room available at the inn your group is staying at. You’ve slept in the same bed before, but tonight feels different.

Contains: Fem/AFAB! Reader, virginity loss, unfinished hand job, fingering, nipple stuff, Chung Myung being rough, vaginal penetration and cumming inside

WC: 3,412

When you found out there was only one bed left at the inn, you didn't complain. No, not at all. It actually made you giddy with excitement, because this meant you'll get to share a bed with Chung Myung.

“I'm so sorry! I hope this won't be an issue,” the innkeeper apologizes for the third time tonight, and every time you've attempted to reassure him that it's absolutely fine. It's actually more than fine, because you've barely spent any alone time with Chung Myung recently. Now, you'll have an excuse to get away from your group for a while and have some alone time.

You’ve shared a bed a couple of times, so you're sure it'll be fine and not embarrassing. It's just Chung Myung, you're close, you've known him for over a hundred years, and you’ve shared a bed twice before, so it shouldn't be awkward at all! You're so ecstatic at this predicament hat you almost start skipping while you make your way towards your room, and the other disciples give you odd looks.

Jo Gul and Yunjong are whispering to each other, and after eavesdropping for a second, you hear Jo Gul ask,”Do you think he’ll be easier on us tomorrow thanks to (Y/N)?” “I hope so! He’s been getting more brutal with training lately,” Yunjong sighs. “I wonder how (Y/N) can handle a beast like him; maybe she is one, t-“ Jo Gul is cut off by his friend shushing him. “Not too loud! She’s right there!” Yunjong scolds him. He’s not entirely wrong, you think before putting an end to your eavesdropping. Listening to other people gossip is fun, but you have more important matters to tend to, like the beast they were talking about.

When you finally reach your room, you open the door and find Chung Myung looking out the window. “Chung Myung, my dear, guess who ran out of rooms!” You say with an almost sing-song tone. You close the door behind you, drop your badge, and hurriedly rush towards him with a cheesy smile on your face. Hell, you probably couldn't stop smiling if you tried. Your spirits are just too high thanks to your current circumstances.

The sounds of summer like crickets chirping, and the air is a little warm. It's cooler and more comfortable compared to when the sun was up, though. His eyes go from looking outside to meeting yours, and you're greeted by the plum blossom irises you've always loved. “What? Why is that important?” He asks. He hasn't put two and two together yet.

“It’s important because it means we'll be sharing a room after not having alone time in foreeeeveeerrrr!” You reply while wrapping your arms around his toned torso. “It hasn't been that long, but yeah, it does feel like forever,” he agrees and a subtle smile appears on his lips. “I thought we'd never get away from them-” “But you love our disciples!” “... You're not wrong, but I've missed you,” he admits and starts rubbing circles on your forearms.

“I missed you, too,” you sigh into his ear while you hold each other. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you try to let go, but someone has an iron grip on your arms. It reminds you of that one night he drunkenly confessed and wouldn’t let go of you. “You'll need to let go soon. I need to get ready for bed. We can get back to this as soon as I'm done,” you remind him and peak over your shoulder. Just like that night, Chung Myung pouts at the fact that he has to let go. You still think it’s cute, too, and love the way he clings on to you.

He begrudgingly releases your arms, and now you're free to go about your nightly routine. You walk back over to your bag and pull out your night clothes, but pause when you realize you feel a pair of eyes on you. When you look behind you, you notice Chung Myung's attention isn't on the landscape outside of the window, but you. “Chung Myung, turn around and stay that way. No peaking!” you warn him. His face becomes flushed as he blurts out,”I would never!” Yeah, you would, you think while watching him and waiting.

He closes the paper window and, when you see the back of his head, you turn and start stripping. The clothes you put on are soft and fabric is breathable. It's perfect for a summer night like tonight. “Alright, I'm done,” you announce after folding your uniform and stuffing it back into your bag. When you turn around, you notice Chung Myung stayed true to his word.

“Hah, good boy!” You tease before running back to him and squeezing him again. A faint grumble comes from him, and you notice how red the tips of his ears are. Your lips form into an “o” as you blow air onto one of them, and he jumps as his hand shoots up to cover his ear. “You're up to no good tonight! Do you get some sort of sick pleasure from teasing me!?” He snaps and faces you.

“Maybe…” you mutter almost inaudibly, but he still notices. His eyes widen in disbelief,”Wha-” “Man, I'm beat! I should go to bed now,” you interrupt him and try to act like what you said didn't happen. You stretch your arms up and yawn like you're tired, but you're bluffing. You're only a little tired; you just panicked and wanted out of that situation as soon as possible.

You step towards the bed and get comfy under the covers. You try to scoot as close to the wall as you possibly can so Chung Myung can have some room. “Good night, Chung Myung,” you say before curling up and laying your head down. Shortly after, you can hear cloth being moved around. He must be getting ready to join you.

The light that was hitting your eyelids ceases and you hear his footsteps tread closer to you. The blankets shift as he gets under them, and you can already feel the heat radiating off of his body. The bed isn't very large, and he takes up a decent amount of room. There’s still a sliver of room between you two and he's borderline touching you.

“Are you cold? Cuddle up to me if you need to,” you whisper. One of his beefy arms reaches over you and he presses himself against your back. Skinship isn't exactly new to you two, but tonight it feels different. You can feel a new type of feeling stir within you, but you decide to ignore it.

You close your eyes and try to drift off into a peaceful slumber, but after five minutes you notice something poking your backside. “Stop poking me there-” “I'm not doing anything!” “Yes you are!” “One arm is holding you and the other is under my head. What are you talking ab-” he shuts up when you both simultaneously have a revelation. It's not his finger poking your ass, but something much more scandalous.

“Chung Myung, w-what's going on down there?” “... I'm gonna be honest, it's been like that since you changed-” “O-Oh!” You feel yourself nervously sweating and getting hotter the longer you're stuck in this situation. “I can sleep on the floor if you want,” he offers and starts pulling his arm away, but you grab it before it can fully retreat.

“Stay.” “Are you sure? Doesn't it make it awkward? Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” He asks. You roll over so you can face him, and he looks genuinely concerned about how you feel in this predicament. Despite Chung Myung’s usual front, he can be an incredibly sweet and caring partner. Those traits are currently on display and you can tell thanks to how he’s currently putting your feelings before his. You lay your palms on his toned chest before replying,”Your concern for me is sweet. You know I don’t regret staying by your side and confessing after all of those years, right?” He looks confused at your sudden question, but replies with,”Y-Yeah.”

Your hand trails down his abdomen and you can feel his muscles twitch from the new sensation. “I have a feeling I won't regret what I'm about to do, either,” you whisper over his lips before the tips of your fingers ghost over his erection. “What are you- Oh! Ohhh-” he sighs out after you get a firm grip on it.

His jaw slacks as his breathing gets heavier, and you take this opportunity to ungracefully shove your mouth onto his. Your tongue is the first to dominate thanks to catching him off guard. You're not quite sure what to do with your hand after grabbing his dick, so you slowly move it up the shaft and towards the head. Your thumb gently rubs on the tip and all you can hear is him moaning into your mouth.

After debating on what to do next, you decide to retrieve your hand and, before he can react, you slip it into his pants. After noting his previous reactions, you fully wrap your fingers around it and pump it up and down. His hand squeezes your forearms, and when you massage the bare tip between your thumb and fingers, he pulls away from your sloppy kiss. Chung Myung lets out a very audible “ah!” while you apply the tiniest bit of pressure to it. You feel the head leak a little thanks to the attention it's getting.

How long has it been since his dick has gotten this much attention? Or is this the first time? your mind starts to wander as you begin pumping up and down the veiny shaft. His loss of breath and squirming makes you feel something new, and you don’t want to stop pleasing him like this. Your pace quickens and he starts bucking his hips, but all of this is interrupted when he suddenly blurts out,”Shit- Wait! I'm gonna- S-Stop!” You let go and remove your hand from his pants.

“Why? I was having fun,” you whine. He was getting off, and the thought of him getting off thanks to you makes you feel a new kind of excitement. Why would he want to stop? After his breathing slows down and his eyes refocus, he says,”I wanna touch you, too.” “Oh! Uh, okay!” You reply quickly and his hands hover over you for a solid second.

“... Where?” He hesitantly asks while staring intensely at your body. “Hm, maybe here?” You guide them to your chest. He cups your breasts with his large hand and starts kneading at them. A gasp leaves your lips, and it feels better than you could’ve imagined. While his large hands kneading your chest feels great, you find yourself wishing that there wasn’t a cloth barrier between the two.

A puzzled look appears on his face when you remove his hands and sit up. It fades when he notices that you're untying and slipping out of your top layer. The moon is especially bright tonight, and, despite being interrupted by the paper window, the moonlight still reaches your body. It’s soft and extremely subtle, but still manages to highlight your features. Chung Myung looks as if he's captivated when you lay back down. “Ahem, you may continue,” you have to snap him out of his trance so he'll continue.

His calloused hands cup under your boobs, and the skin-on-skin contact feels leagues better than earlier. Goosebumps erupt throughout your skin as his hands move up and brush against your nipples. Your hands rest on his muscular chest, and when he starts massaging yours, you wonder what his chest feels like. You feel him trap your buds in-between his pointer and middle finger, and his pinching feels so amazing that it makes you whimper. Your thighs squeeze, and the rougher he is with them, the harder you squeeze your thighs.

When he decides that he's done playing with your chest, he places his palms on your stomach. He looks smug when he comments,”It seems like you had fun. Now, where should my hands go next?” His fingertips trail down, and judging by his face, you're pretty sure he wants revenge for all of the teasing you've tortured him with.

One hand currently rests on your hip while he draws circles with his thumb. The other is gliding over your pelvis, but refuses to go any further. It's like he knows where to go, but refuses to go there. “Chung Myung, lower,” you try to direct him. “Why would I do that?” He asks in a playful yet sadistic tone. “You said you wanted to touch me!” “I technically am,” he replies with that shit-eating grin on his face. He squeezes your hip, and you roll your eyes at him.

“You're killing me,” you say before almost ripping off your bottoms and throwing them to the corner of the room. You grab his hand and place it back on your pelvis. “Lower.” “Well, when you have an attitude, I don't wanna.” “Lower, please?” You beg. You're begging. He's making you beg, and he knows damn well he's making you beg. You can tell by the dark glint in his eyes that this is what he wanted.

His fingers slowly and tantalizingly slide down and glide over your folds. You're already tensing up due to the sensitivity thanks to your inexperience. You grab on his arm when he presses his palm onto it. His palming and rubbing is rewarded with moaning, and he knows he's doing a great job thanks to the sweet little noises you're making.

Two fingers dip between your folds, and he feels around to see how you react. Moving his fingers back and forth earned him a loud gasp, but your head throws back when he rubs up against something at the front of your folds. “Fuck, Chung Myung, touch that again, please,” you whine out. “Yes, ma'am,” he replies and you feel his fingers rub up and down the same spot again.

His fingers start going in agonizingly slow, circular motions, and you're using every ounce of self control you have to not squeeze your legs shut. “Can you go faster?” You whine out your request, and he decides to give you what you want. His fingers start moving the nub at an unbelievably fast yet pleasurable pace, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back and involuntarily squirming. You feel your abdomen tighten, and the sensation is almost too much. You feel like you could explode any minute now.

When you reach your peak, you moan out his name and become a panting mess as you come down from your high. Chung Myung pulls his hand away so you can catch a break, but watches and waits for you to calm down. When your breathing returns to a somewhat normal pace, he places a knee between your leg and hovers over you. “I want to feel you again,” he states while searching for any signs of discomfort in your face. “Hah, go on, I'll be fine,” you say while snaking your arms around his neck.

His fingers dip back into your recently drenched folds, but his fingers go further back this time. He sticks them further inwards and prods around until he finds the entrance to your hole. The tip of his digits dip in, and they stretch you as they slowly enter. “Fuuuck, keep going,” you groan before he reaches as deep as his fingers will go. They make you feel full, and you wish his knuckle-deep digits could stay inside of you forever.

They slowly pull out, and you'd complain if it weren't for the tantalizing friction the movement causes. He shoves them back in with force, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back again and borderline singing praises. He retracts and pushes back in. His movements are repetitive, but you can’t get enough of it. Every time he prods it makes you feel like you're inching closer and closer to euphoria.

His pace gets more and more rapid as you feel your insides coil. The moaning and wet noises coming from you are shamelessly lewd, but, judging by his expression, Chung Myung is enjoying every second of it. “Fuck!” You cry when you finally reach that sweet release.

It takes longer to come down from that one, but when you do you notice his fingers have pulled out and he's staring at them. “Is it supposed to be that wet?” He asks before separating his fingers and admiring how the substance attempts to stick together. Your face feels like it's on fire due to the embarrassment caused by the absurdity of his question.

“Y-Yeah, pretty sure it is,” you tell him, and after that he does something you didn't expect. He licks one of his fingers, and your jaw drops and eyes widen after witnessing that. The shock you feel isn't the bad kind, and the sight kind of turns you on. You probably shouldn’t say that out loud, though. He might use that fact against you.

“Salty… or sweet?” He seems to be mulling over what you taste like. “Oh my- Chung Myung!” You snicker and playfully shove him. Your snickering is subdued when he brings his two fingers towards your lips. The tips sit on your bottom lip as he says, “Open.”

You decide to do what he says and let him slide them in your mouth. He prods them around, and his description is accurate. After tasting the salty-sweetness, you look into his eyes and notice how his pupils have slightly dilated. He's really into this.

His fingers leave your mouth and he replaces them with his tongue. Your eyes close as your hands begin to wander in his long hair. The mattress on the other side of you dips as he crawls on top, and you can feel his hardened cock laying on your abdomen. You two stay like that for a while. It's a perfect moment and neither of you want to interrupt it,

Chung Myung pulls away for air and he's panting like a dog. You cup his face in your hands and try to pull him back in, but he grabs your wrists to stop you. “Ah, ah, ah. Be patient,” he tells you. You huff at this, but listen. Your hands remove themselves and lay on your pillow.

You can feel the mattress move as he removes his bottoms and situates himself between your legs. A pair of calloused hands spread your thighs wide open, and you can't help but feel a little shy with your body exposed like this. Those feelings are quickly forgotten when you feel his tan tip rub up and down your folds.

“Oh, that feels… amazing,” he moans, but you feel yourself growing impatient everytime he gets closer to your hole. You reach up with one hand while your elbow props you up and start trailing his jaw with your fingers. “Chung Myung, stick it in,” you whine in the most sultry voice you can muster. “Where your fingers went, please?,” you add while impatiently waiting for him to respond.

After feeling around, he finds it, and his jaw slacks when his tip enters the tight and inexperienced hole. He slowly pushes in, and your nails dig into his back as he stretches you out. “Shit, slow down!” You cry out. You'd be lying if you said the stretching wasn't a little painful. Instead of slowing down, he stops completely and asks in a concerned tone,”Are you alright?” His pause continues as he waits for the green flag.

“Keep going,” you mutter out after your body adjusts to how far he's pushed in. He starts moving his hips forward again, and both of you groan when he bottoms out. “S-Stay there,” you request, and he listens. When the pain fades and you adjust to his size, you tell him,”Alright, in and out like before.” “Y-Yeah,” he replies between heavy breaths. When he pulls out and carefully slides back in, you can't stop yourselves from moaning. You moan thanks to the spot he hits, and he can't stop moaning thanks to how tight you are.

He keeps pumping himself in and out of you, and when his pace increases you can feel your insides tighten again. This time the tightening feels more intense, but you can’t put your finger on why. His head lays on your shoulder while he mindlessly thrusts into you, and you subconsciously dig your nails into his back because you're too focused on how good he's making you feel.

The intervals between the slapping that echoes throughout the room becomes shorter, and his movements are getting chaotic. “Chung Myung, feels good… don't stop,” you desperately whine into his ear. Chung Myung gets off of your shoulder and slows down for a few seconds. The tips of your fingers glide from his back to his shoulders, and you can feel him shudder.

Suddenly, his hands harshly grab your hips and you know that if he keeps holding them like that, it’ll leave a mark tomorrow. He brings your hips closer to him and pulls them back and forth with brutal force. “Ah, ah, ah!” You cry out every time he thrusts into you. You can feel your heart pound and your abdomen start to coil as you reach your peak.

Chung Myung gives you a few more harsh thrusts and you feel something comfortably warm fill you. His movements slow down before he apprehensively pulls out. You watch as a string of cum drips from the shaft and you realize what that warm feeling was. He collapses on top of you and all you can hear is him panting in your ear. You gently draw circles on his back while waiting for both of you to come back to reality.

After waiting, you decide to break the silence with,”So, you decided inside was the best, huh?” “Wha-” he looks at you, and you're still not quite sure if he's recovered yet. His eyes look unfocused and exhausted. You sigh and give him a small peck on his forehead. “Don't worry about it. We can sleep now and talk later, m'kay?” You whisper while playing with his hair. “M'kay,” he mutters and pulls himself off of you. He plops back down where he was originally laying and, after grabbing you and holding you like a teddy bear, almost immediately falls asleep.

-

The sunlight is a lot more aggressive than the moonlight that previously seeped through the window last, and its assault on your eyelids woke you up. The first thing you hear is Chung Myung’s old man snores and you notice that all four of his limbs are wrapped around you like a boa constrictor. Your own limbs are trapped thanks to him, and there’s no way you can get up without waking him up.

You decide to lay there and savor the peaceful moment. You’ll run into some form of chaos thanks to the dynamic Chung Myung has with the other disciples, so you might as well enjoy the tranquility while it lasts. It doesn’t last, because after a few minutes, you hear someone banging on the door. “Chung Myung, get up! We’re running late and no one can find (Y/N)!” Baek Cheon yells from the other side. Ah, no one told him, you think before hearing another pair of footsteps get closer to the door.

You swear you hear Jo Gul whisper something along the lines of “leave them alone” and “let us enjoy the calm before the storm”. You snicker as the footsteps distance themselves from the door. Chung Myung’s snoring comes to an end as he begins to stir and you watch as his long, black lashes flutter. His eyes slowly and groggily open and he notices that, unlike most mornings, he’s not alone. “Good morning,” he mutters with his low morning voice and yawns. The roughness of his voice is sexy, but you decide that now isn’t a good time to entertain your desires.

“Good morning, Mr. Sleepyhead,” you say before pecking him on the cheek. After nuzzling your face into his chest, he rests his chin on your head, and you bask in his warmth for around five more minutes. You want to stay here all day, but unfortunately you can’t because of your responsibilities and obligations. “Let go of me. I’d love to stay, but we’re running late,” you tell him. He lets you free and gets up to start his own morning routine.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and, when you attempt to stand, you feel pain surge within you and your legs give out. You groan after you hit the floor and Chung Myung looks bewildered when he turns to see you. “You good?” He asks before offering his hand. You take it, but when you try to get up, you fall on your ass again. “… I don’t think this is gonna work,” you comment and he’s holding back his laughter.

“Pick me up?” You ask while holding your arms up. His snickering stops as he picks you up and sits you on the bed. When his eyes leave yours, they trail down and admire your body before landing on your hips. “Did I do that?” He asks while his fingers ghost over the marks he left last night. “Mhm,” you reply before laying your hands on his and letting him touch his marks. You love the bruises he left, but he looks concerned.

“Come down here,” you say while raising your hands to cup his face. He bends lower and lets you hold his face. You lock lips with him, but this time it’s not sweet or heated, but tender. “You were amazing last night,” you almost whisper after you pull away. “Yeah?” He sounds shocked, but his lips begin to curl up thanks to the praise he’s receiving.

“We should do that again sometime soon,” you add. His hand is quick to slide in between your thighs, but you grab his wrist before he can go further. “Not now! We’re late and I can’t even walk!” You remind him and he looks like a kicked puppy as he removes his hands from your body.

“After last night, I’ll need a lot of help. Can you hand me my clothes?” You ask, and he follows through with your requests. You try to get your clothes on despite the soreness, and your morning routine has doubled in time thanks to it. “How are we gonna explain this to everyone? They’ll know something is up if you carry me around all day,” you point out while stuffing your night clothes in your bag and tying it shut. “I didn’t think about that,” Chung Myung replies as he finishes dressing himself. He brainstorms for a minute, and his face lights up when he gets an idea. “We’ll say you twisted your ankle and I’ll carry you around all day!” “… Fuck it, I can’t come up with anything better,” you agree to his plan.

[sysig]

Softly, slowly, I want to love you anyway (Patreon)

[deoidesign]

something that makes me sad is when people tell me the healthy communication in my writing is "unrealistic."

like guys this is how me and my partner talk with eachother... I'm writing from personal experience...

[cerealmonster15]

[vibrating a little too fast] Do You Understand My Vision Yet

[petrovna-zamo]

[hella1975]

all hate to tiktok for taking 'having a space to more openly and actively talk about different cultures' to mean 'cultures are NOT to be shared and we must be vigilantly defensive of our cultures for fear of appropriation, a word that can be applied to any multicultural interaction'. like of course cultural appropriation is a very real problem but ive seen with the access to global multicultural conversation that tiktok provides it's made people TERRIFIED to even interact with cultures other than their own for fear of 'doing it wrong'. like at some point you have to acknowledge that in the real world of the great outdoors, the majority of people are eager to SHARE their cultures. yes there are ignorant questions and biases but also... how do you think those things get unlearnt? i dont understand how deciding that multiculturalism is an elephant in the room instead of a normal thing that should just be talked about and lived with is supposed to benefit anyone? and kids on tiktok are CONVINCED that it's a time bomb of a conversation to have and therefore must be avoided at all costs but like. people generally LOVE their home and their culture and are PROUD of it and want to share it. how have we made it so that showing genuine interest and a desire to understand something so integral to a person's identity is now feared and borderline demonised?

[localgardenweed]

Just saw the new video Hargreaves posted via tiktok and im sorry i sighed seeing the Tord clip im sorry gang i cant get myself hyped.

I dont know why but for a while now all the Tord stuff has been leaving a bad taste in my mouth cause before it was “guys dont ask us about Tord stop asking ugh so annoying” to “hey guys dropping more Tord merch, episodes, spinoff show and also gonna send him over to do a concert with Miku” or some shit like ok they realized he is a cash cow its okay to admit that but idk, as much as I love Tord i feel like it would have been better to let him go bury him in satin laid down on a bed of roses sunk into the river at dawn sent away with the words of a love song. I know people love Tord and I DO TOO if you look through my old stuff you knew he was like one of my favs and also ya know the whole oc x canon stuff but i dont know, knowing Larson wanted Tord out of the show after he left just for him to be brought back in The End, show ended and like hm well this is it to Beyond dropping and getting made fun of for wanting him back to then turning him into a cash cow and whole joke and middle finger to fans who wanted him back by teasing them with him behind a paywall or just murdering him on screen. I know they need money this shit doesn’t come for free but idk it always left a bad taste in my mouth. For those who are happy for the possible probably maybe return of Tord, good for you guys, but im gonna hold off on celebrating.