#like back up vocals is one thing but the main thing should be the live vocals it should always be louder the other thing should

[echoesofadream]

backtracks are so weird. like yes I can hear you singing live wow so good of you but literally the studio version is playing if not over you than at least with you as loudly like? two people singing at once? when and why did this become so normalized like. did bts use to do this on their concert I cant remember id be so disappointed if they did but I cant remember that they did and pang in my chest I miss them

[munsonsmixtapes]

Can y’all please send me some rockstar!Eddie requests??

Rock star eddie, you're his drummer. One of his songs requires moans in the background. He wants it live. Wear special panties during show, boom live moans or if that's too much maybe just has you in the sound booth since he doesn't want some random chick's moans

ugh I love this idea

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) masturbation anal, slight degradation, use of the word whore

The recording booth is getting warm as you finish up your contribution to the new single. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever done before and Eddie is producing the entire thing, telling you exactly what he wants you to do and you hate that you’re finding it so hot. 

He’s your bandmate and looking back, bandmates dating each other rarely ever works out. So you’ve been keeping your attraction to yourself even though everyone but Eddie knows exactly how you feel. And you don’t think he’s ignoring you but more that he’s oblivious, not seeing what’s right in front of him. 

And it apparently goes both ways since you have no idea that he’s been crushing on you since you joined the band, temporarily filling in for Gareth while his broken arm heals. He’d never tell anyone this, but for very selfish reasons, he doesn’t want Gareth to get better. He wants you to stay in the band forever so he can’t get closer to you. 

He wants to be able to get a glimpse of your short shorts and skirts when you sit on the stool in front of the drum kit. He wonders how you would feel if he let his hand slide up your thigh, dipping into the waistband of you panties to feel your sopping wet- 

“That was really good,” Eddie tells you through the speaker with a wide smile. 

“Great,” you smile back. “Am I good to go?” You jerk your thumb towards the door and Eddie shakes his head. He kind of feels like a perv for what he’s about to ask, but he doesn’t exactly want to ask this of a stranger. 

“Actually,” he starts. “I have something else I want you to record if you’re up for it.” 

You don’t understand what could possibly be left. You already did your vocals and the drum beats he wanted. What else could Eddie be asking for? And why is he asking it from you? 

“I was wondering…” he pauses for a beat then waits for Jack, the producer who was helping him out with everything, to leave. And once he does, Eddie leans in close and it feels so intimate, like he’s right there, just inches away from you. “Since this song is supposed to be sexy, I was wondering if you’d like to record some moans for me so I can put them in the background of the track.” 

Your face is now on fire. You don’t know what you thought he was going to ask you to do, but it definitely wasn’t that. You should feel disgusted but for whatever reason, you actually feel honored. You’re the one he wants to do this, no one else. And it makes you feel even more attracted to him then you already are. 

“Okay,” you nod, letting what you’re about to agree to actually sink in before you say the words. “Sounds fun, I’m in.” 

Eddie’s honestly shocked that you’re into it, that you’re so eager to do this for him. He really thought it was a big ask but you agreed so quickly, almost as if he asked you to buy him a coffee. (and he never even has to ask for that, you’ll just show up with his usual order with that pretty smile on your face) God, he’s getting hard just thinking about what you’re going to do and wishes that he could be the one to make you make those surely delicious sounds, but he’s going to keep his distance. 

You move around the drums and stand in front of the main mic, putting your headphones back on, wondering what it’s going to sound like on the track. Eddie has always had a good ear so you’re sure that whatever he’s going to come up with will sound great. 

“So how do you want this? Do want something loud or breathy or-“ 

“Breathy,” he replies, cutting you off. “Needy, desperate.”

“Do you mind if I-” you cut yourself off, referring to your pants. Eddie’s eyes widen at what you’re insinuating, but he’s not going to say no. He knows that it’s hard for some people to do that kind of thing on demand and he also kinda wants to see you get yourself off. 

“Oh, no,” he shakes his head. “Go ahead. We’re recording.” 

“Okay,” you nod as you pull your shorts down just a bit before sticking your hand down your panties, on the hunt for your pussy. Your fingers get inside you pretty easily and you begin to pump, slowly at first and Eddie’s watching every move, eating up the way you throw your head back in pleasure. It’s almost like you’re putting on a show for him and he’s eating up every second. 

When you let out your first moan, Eddie’s cock twitches at the pretty sound and gets progressively harder the more you moan, deciding that it’s even better than he imagined it would be. This is going to sound so hot on the record and he’s nodding to himself at how good of a decision it was to have you be the one to do it. 

“Fuck,” you whine and he’s bricked up now, wondering if it would be weird if he jacked off to you masturbating. He supposed it doesn’t matter because he’s already pulling down his sweatpants before spitting into his hands and giving it a jerk. 

“Just like that,” he encourages into the speaker. “Maybe a little more whiny.” 

Your hand is moving faster now, his name falling from your lips in a breathy whine and he’s so close to coming right there. In a flash, he’s on his feet, pulling his pants up as he stops the recording, making a beeline for the booth. He’s gotta join in now that he’s heard your moan his name, wanting you to moan it because of how he’s touching you. 

Your eyes open when the door to the booth shuts and he charges towards you. You slowly pull your hand from your shorts then grab onto his shoulder with your free hand, motioning for him to open his mouth. He does so and your fingers slide into his mouth as his tongue swirls around it, sucking your slick from it, savoring the taste even as you pull them from his mouth with a loud pop. 

“How’s it taste?” You ask and he puts on a devilish smirk, grabbing hold of your waist, your body now flush to his. 

“You tell me,” he whispers as his lips find yours, his tongue licking into your mouth, letting it meet yours so you can decide for yourself. “Good?” He asks when you don’t answer, but how can you when the whole thing makes you dizzy, unable to string together a proper sentence. 

“Mmm,” you moan against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands slide into your back pocket. He’s kissing you like this is something he’s been waiting for forever and he has dreamt about something like this happening but he was convinced that it was only going to end up being just a dream. 

He gives your ass a squeeze before hurrying to unbutton your shorts, pulling them down just a bit so he can get his hand down in there, his fingers finding your cunt pretty easily. His eyes darken as he pumps his fingers in and out, not even trying to warm you up, shoving his entire fingers in there. He puts on a devilish smile as he watches you come undone underneath his touch. He knows exactly what he’s doing and you know it’s from years of playing guitar that he can move his fingers in such ways. 

You hold onto him as best you can but you feel your knees buckle, having a hard time staying on your feet. Eddie’s quick to pull your back to his chest , his fingers somehow sinking deeper and you’re now putty in his hands as you reach your orgasm, his name falling from your lips once again and he’s got on a cocky smirk as he helps you sink to the floor. 

“All fours,” he commands and you’re quick to listen, letting him pull your shorts and panties down. He stares down at your bare ass, nodding to himself because he just knew that you had a good one with the tight shorts you always wear when performing. It was torture not being able to touch you but now that he’s here, he’s going to do so much, everything he’s ways wanted to as long as you’re okay with it.

Eddie removes his jeans and boxers and discards them into the pile of your clothing before getting down on his knees. This might be the hottest he’s ever seen you, hearing you beg for him, fuck, he thinks he’s going to come.

His shirt is off in a flash and you turn around to get a glimpse of the size of him but he quickly grabs onto your cheeks and forces you to turn back and face forward. You do as he says and stay there as you feel his presence behind you. He’s lathering something onto his cock, you can hear the noises and before you can ask as him what’s going on, he’s pounding into you as his hands rest on your waist, his fingers digging into your hips as he goes to town. You’re moaning so loud and he almost wishes that he was still recording as perverted as that sounds.��

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he says as he somehow goes even harder, wishing he had a mirror so that he could see just how hot you look from the front. “I think you deserve a treat for that. That is, if you can be a good girl.”

“I-I can be,” you reply through heavy breaths. You just knew that Eddie liked it rough, but not this rough. But you’re enjoying yourself, deciding that you can do this for hours. Your arms are getting a little tired but it’s worth it to be receiving something this good. 

“I bet you’re a whore too, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He’s right, you are, and you’re wondering how he’s able to read you like a book in this way. He’s making you wet beyond belief and you didn’t realize that you liked being spoken to like this until this very moment. 

“Mmm,” you reply, your brain going fuzzy as you feel another orgasm approaching, your arms threatening to give out on you. Just you hit your peak, Eddie pulls out and pushes you onto your back, not even giving you a second before he’s pounding into your sopping wet cunt, no sounds being heard except the squelching and slapping as he moves quickly. 

He wants to see you now, thinking that you’ve more than earned your treat because of how well you responded to him. You’re so pretty like this, submitting to him, letting him do whatever he wants to you. You’ve always been sweet and quiet, he never knew you had this side to you. 

“So pretty,” he whispers as he leans down for a kiss, this one soft, completely juxtaposing the way he’s fucking you. He then pulls your hoodie off to reveal your bare tits. You weren’t even wearing a bra? Fuck, he acutally might cum this time. 

And he’s feeling close this time, his vision getting hazy as he continues to pound into you. And it gets more intense as he thinks about the fact that you could potentially get caught and now he’s hurrying to finish to make sure that doesn’t, coming pretty much right after you as you’re bucking your hips against his to try your best to finish him off. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whines as he finally gets there, the two of you staying like that until you both come down. You’re already missing the feeling of him inside you as he attempts to clean the two of you up, helping you get dress afterwards before your legs still feel like jelly. 

He then helps you to your feet with a promise that he’ll make you feel even better in his apartment later. He then lets you sit in his lap as he finishes editing the song, still somehow able to get the job done even when you’re kissing his neck, grinding your ass against his cock. Yeah, he’s definitely teaching you a lesson later.

[rin-sith]

I love. LOVE. Get In the Water

It's one of the objectively best songs in the musical; I will die on this hill.

Poseidon was always, despite being pretty much the main antagonist of EPIC, a really underdeveloped character in my opinion. He just needed a little more nuance, and the fact that one (+ kind of one more) song managed to add so much to his characterization pretty much exclusively through subtext and implications is incredibly impressive writing. Because it did!

At the start, he's yet again playing games with Odysseus, the way he did in Ruthlessness. In both songs, he could kill him easily at any point, yet he chooses not to for the sake of playing games. In Ruthlessness, this becomes his own hubris as it leads to Odysseus escaping.

If you listen closely, at the start of GITW he already sounds slightly different. He's still trying to keep up this "God of Ruthlessness" front that he's so proud of, but he's no longer more or less carefree the way he was in Ruthlessness. He's been obsessing over this feud for ten years, and even if he would never admit it, it's actually clear just from his voice that he really is tired of it too. Not in the sense of it emotionally draining him the way it probably does Odysseus, but in the sense that it's a bother, a loose end in his life, a book that he finally wants to slam shut.

But he still has a reputation to uphold, and he still cannot close this book until Odysseus is dead, so he keeps up the game. Instead of just killing him, he's taunting him to kill himself. He might associate the idea of just striking him down with a sort of loss, like then he'd have to get his hands dirty. Then he's rambling about killing his people, his family. He's provoking Odysseus on purpose, likely trying to get him to snap back, to hate and fear him the way that Poseidon would think any mortal who has consumed this much of his time should. In his eyes, Odysseus deserves nothing less than to curse him with his last breath as his "darkest moment," the god who became the bane of his life.

And Odysseus replies, of all things, with ... sympathy.

Honestly, I don't blame Poseidon for being speechless for three full seconds. He literally just threatened to gauge Telemachus' eyes out the way Odysseus did with Polyphemus, and this absolute madlad of a man replies with an acknowledgment that he (might have) caused Poseidon pain too.

Now, I don't really think Poseidon was particularly hurt over Polyphemus' loss, or hurting in any way in that moment (if he were, I highly doubt he'd still be playing games, and he would've mentioned his son as opposed to speaking about his reputation.) But just the fact that Odysseus acknowledges that he might be hurting too is probably something Poseidon hasn't heard in ... who knows how long? His family is the Olympians. I don't think I have to say more.

It's actually more of a genuine apology than Odysseus' explanation in Ruthlessness ... (even though that was also a perfectly fine apology by Greek standards, as far as I'm aware.) Now he doesn't say "sorry" because he's still not sorry for hurting Polyphemus, since he still needed to do that in order to escape. But he expresses regret over the pain he caused in a more genuine way than ever.

I am convinced that Poseidon is utterly unfamiliar with sympathy or mercy. He's lived by his "Ruthlessness is mercy" motto for centuries, and he doesn't know anything else. No one would try to teach him something different. The other gods all live by this logic, even if he's the most vocal about it considering he seems to have made it his whole personality. Mortals wouldn't dare to question Poseidon in the first place. And barely anyone would be willing to treat someone with kindness who is in turn treating everyone around them with ruthlessness.

It's very likely that Poseidon hasn't encountered anyone like this until Odysseus. Ruthlessness is simply how he treats people and also how he expects to be treated back. The fact that Odysseus doesn't, the fact that instead of hating, fearing, or cursing him, he acknowledges that they have both hurt each other and that it doesn't lead anywhere to still pursue vengeance, must have triggered Poseidon in an unprecedented way.

To him, this was probably the most outrageous thing Odysseus could have said in that moment. And it throws him off so much that he is genuinely speechless, and then simply replies, "I can't." ... his most genuine-sounding line in the whole musical.

I cannot stress enough how much it threw me off to hear this line; in the best way imaginable, it doesn't sound like Poseidon. It sounds almost vulnerable. Almost human. Because he is genuinely at a loss so much that he forgets to put up his "wrathful god" facade for just one second. Standing ovation to Steven Rodriguez for his whole performance, but especially this part.

And then Odysseus goes all out to say something even more outrageous: "Maybe you could learn to forgive?"

... Which is when Poseidon snaps.

Kind of understandable, honestly. There's this mortal whom he has likely fantasized about seeing pleading, hate-filled, and terrified, cowering before him for ten years now ... telling him that he ought to learn something. Even hijacking his own motif and his instrument in order to turn it on its head, "defile" it if you will.

This f*cking mortal pr*ck took his own "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" catchphrase and turned it into forgiveness ... Of course, Poseidon is no longer hesitating; of course, he is no longer concerned with getting his hands dirty or not. He yells "DIE!" and unleashes his ultimate move (which is really overkill for simply killing a mortal if you think about it) ... But he does it anyway because this time he genuinely means it.

... That, and I am also convinced he jumps to that in order to simply shut Odysseus up, fearing what he might do or think if he lets him go on. Because you cannot tell me that Odysseus didn't actually reach him for just one moment. He was far too thrown off guard, far too vulnerable in that one second. That moment of kindness did something to him, and he hated it. He also probably didn't trust himself to be able to keep listening to Odysseus speak like that. So, he abandons his (still very technically feasible!) blackmail/intimidation and just straight-up kills him.

This simple exchange (my favorite moment in the whole musical, actually) tells us so much about both of these characters that it makes me want to skitter and squeal in excitement.

Here is Odysseus—the very same one whom Poseidon specifically tried to teach ruthlessness—becoming the first person in a long time to offer him sympathy despite how Poseidon himself showed him nothing but ruthlessness. And then one song later, here is Odysseus showing him the consequences of not accepting said sympathy.

Six Hundred Strike and what Odysseus does to Poseidon would've not hit the same, in my opinion, if he hadn't made this offer, if he hadn't given Poseidon this way out, even if no one watching genuinely expected it to work (probably not even Odysseus himself.)

Six Hundred Strike is not Odysseus exacting vengeance If GITW proved anything about Odysseus, it's that he does not want vengeance. He wants all of the hatred and pain to be over, to the point where he is willing to let go of, and I am inclined to say forgive Poseidon for what he's done to him. Six Hundred Strike is simply Odysseus teaching him this lesson that Poseidon couldn't have learned in any other way, because he has proven in GITW that he genuinely does not speak any language besides that of ruthlessness (more on that in this essay!)

It's just the perfect representation of how Odysseus has now finally learned the balance between mercy and ruthlessness, which seems to be the core theme of the musical: Both have their time and place; one simply has to be willing to act in both ways and know when to use either. No one extreme is the solution. I am genuinely exhilarated that Odysseus finally seemed to have figured out that it's been both all along.

[timbit-robin-art]

i loooove your band au it's so cute!! do they have a band name? why did the O5 have a falling out and what did jean, bobby, and warren play? i'm imagining they get their first gig at harry's hideaway because he graciously allows them to set up in the corner and play as long as they don't bother anyone lol. rogue and gambit both go (rogue drives them and helps them set up, gambit goes to cheer on storm) and that's how they meet

I’m glad people enjoy my silly band idea. I unfortunately have no idea what they would call themselves, but I’m sure some ridiculous ideas were proposed from each member. I’d love to hear ideas.

Ah, the O5… I think they split up because of a combination of reasons. 1.) Worthington Senior urging Warren to return home as Worthington Industries’ heir. 2.) Jean going to a prep school so she can graduate early be the professor’s intern in mutant politics. 3.) Hank’s plans to intern at Stark Industries, which he ultimately doesn’t go through with after he transforms. Of course, there would be petty drama on the side that would further strain things, but those three would probably be the main reasons.

I think Hank looking into Stark Industries would be a big contributor because Bobby would feel betrayed. They promised to stay together, and after Bobby learned about Warren and Jean’s situations, he at least thought that he would have Hank. So, to catch Hank researching about a full time internship would really hurt.

I also think that Warren would initially do everything in his power not to return home until he learns about Jean’s plans. He thinks she’s only doing this because it’s what the professor wants, but then he learns Jean is actually really looking forward to this. I also think he’s bitter about Scott’s encouragement of Jean’s plans, because it’s splitting their group apart. And then when Bobby and Hank finally have their confrontation, he feels like trying to ignore his fate is childish and he should just give in to his father’s plans.

They all used to live at the institute together, but then Warren returned home and Jean is abroad at her prep school. It’s very tense between Scott, Hank, and Bobby, but Scott and Hank eventually making up again probably makes Bobby get over his hurt. He didn’t really take the band as seriously as the others; he just wanted to hang out with his friends. Bobby would later show up to the band’s gigs as support, and who knows… maybe Warren and Jean would, as well.

Scott played the drums, Jean was the pianist, Hank was guitar, Warren was vocals (and maybe another guitar player), and Bobby was bass.

Back to the current band set up, Gambit 100% comes to their performances, which eventually leads him to meet Rogue;

Gambit is already the band’s uncle, so it makes sense that he hits it off with the band’s new aunt. Mr. Logan found Gambit suspicious at first (and to be fair, Mr. Logan is at least 80% sure he saw Gambit pickpocket someone from across the room), but when he sees how much Gambit cares for Storm, he begrudgingly lets go of his suspicions. He still keeps a watchful eye over Gambit and Rogue’s interactions, though. Rogue’s still his child.

Bahhh, so many fun ideas with this. I think it would be really cute if other X-Men are thrown into the mix. They may not be a part of the band, but they still contribute to the chaos of the private school (I think it would be funny if Piotr was an art club member who does art for the band, and Sean was one of their sound crew guys. Any ideas for other X-Men?).

[annabelle--cane]

Hey so I'm not good at subtext and I saw you posting about ep 200 of TMA being awesome. I've listened to it a few times and I'm mostly...confused? I don't understand what happened

(I mean, I get what Martin did to Jon, but nothing other than that)

Would you mind explaining why it's impactful to you?

honestly the main standout thing that makes it really shine to me is the soundscaping and vocal editing, and I've seen people take that as an indirect snide comment about the writing before but it really isn't, the entire scene in the panopticon just sounds gorgeous. the distortion and static on jon's voice, the underscoring of the statement, the way jon and martin's dialogue pops out from the sounds of the crumbling tower, it's just. aaaaaaaaaa. I find it really pleasant to listen to, if you've only listened through speakers then I'd 100% recommend trying it with headphones, it is simply very pretty and well made.

from the story side, it's beat after beat of ultimate catharsis for threads and arcs that have been set up for the whole show.

jon going ham and just really brutally killing jonah with his own hands, no supernatural influence, finally fulling snapping and, it sounds like, gutting him like a fish. it's just about the most lively and impassioned we've heard him all season, and, as far as anyone could deserve to do such a thing, he really is the person who deserved to get to do it.

jon and martin both betraying each other and making the choices that the whole story has been leading them to. jon has spent years fighting against his internalized idea that he can't trust anyone and he's the only person who's powerful/expendable/knowledgeable enough to make decisions and solve problems, and at last he submits to it and takes matters into his own hands. martin has spent years operating under the assumption that he's unimportant and incapable, and now just as he finally accepts that his choices have meaning, he sets the plan in motion that ends up getting them both killed. and jon has tried so hard to be transparent and show him trust that he underestimates just how willing jon is to go behind his back and disregard the plan completely.

and the fuckign. web lighter. I have a longstanding obsession with the mechanics of fate in tragedy narratives, and this lighter. hhh. so, fate (the web) was guiding jon & co to release the fears, but to jon's knowledge, killing jonah and becoming the pupil should have been his winning move to keep them contained. as far as he was capable of comprehending, he made all the right choices, but fate (the web) (the oppressive forces that govern all of our lives) doesn't play fair, it planned for this and cheated him. because he couldn't remember the lighter. he couldn't remember that he already gave georgie the catalyst for the explosion.

this tells me a few things: the ultimate end of releasing the fears was always going to happen, there was nothing jon could have done, but, technically, he could have adhered to the plan and lived to spend what was left of his life with martin and the rest of his nearest and dearest. but that was never really an option, was it? jon archivist sims would never have made that decision, that's why martin tried and failed to plan around it, that's why the web tried and succeeded to plan around it, it would never have happened differently. jon made his choice, it made no difference except to doom himself and the one he loves, he didn't have to do it, and it was inevitable.

and after all of that, after the web cheated him, he could still have won. he could have survived the tower collapse and kept the fears. but one of his biggest stated motives, over and over, is that he can't stand to lose anyone else, and martin is not immune to burning buildings the way he is. in an inverse to gertrude, at the last moment, he chose the barest chance for martin to survive over his own life and principles and big picture goals. he could cope with being responsible for killing the world in the abstract, but when it came to watching the person he loves most die right before his eyes, he caved and came around to martin's perspective. the other worlds can cope, he wants to save the man he loves.

[lucysarah-c]

Hi, Lucy, Good evening! (our countries are neighbours, so I'm supposing it is evening for you too)

Feel free to don't answer if you don't want to, but, how do you think that would happen if Levi was head over heels for his girlfriend, like, he genuinely thinks she is the love of his life but she grew up in a house with very cheesy and affectionate parents so she just normalizes it as what romantic love means and well… Levi is Levi. She is also very affectionate and a bit clingy and Levi makes it very clear that he hates PDA and even in private he doesn’t act half of clingy as she does, so she starts to think he doesn't really love her and breaks up with him, but without telling him why because she doesn't want to hurt him, but she tells the reason of the breakup for a friend and Levi overhears it.

Do you think he would try to win her over again? Or he would feel offended because he tried his best to be a good partner and she still broke up with him without even communicating?

Thank you for reading anyway, love you!

Hi there! Good evening!

This is such an interesting scenario! If Levi were genuinely head over heels for his girlfriend, thinking she’s the love of his life, but she grew up in a very affectionate household and normalizes that as the standard for romantic love, I think there would definitely be some tension. Levi is, well, Levi—he’s not exactly the clingy type, and PDA would probably make him uncomfortable. But if his girlfriend is very affectionate and he’s not reciprocating in the way she’s used to, it’s easy to see how she might start to feel unloved.

If she broke up with him without telling him the reason, I think Levi would be deeply hurt. He’s not one to easily open up or express his feelings, so for him to have fallen in love to that extent would be huge. Hearing through a friend that the breakup happened because she felt he didn’t love her—when in reality, he was just expressing love in his own way—would probably frustrate him. Levi values honesty and straightforwardness, so the lack of communication would likely sting.

Also, and I do think this is important too… imagine how Levi feels? Imagine if someone told you basically that "how you love them its not enough" that your way of being isn't enough… I would honestly be extremely hurt. I can see Levi promising to do an effort of being more vocal about his affection to her but she should ALSO do an effort of understanding him. Imagine constandly living with someone who feels that what you do is not enough?

That being said, I don’t think Levi would feel offended in the sense of holding a grudge or thinking she was unreasonable. He might feel hurt and misunderstood, but I think his love for her would outweigh that. If he truly believed she was the love of his life, I can see him making an effort to win her back. He might not do it in a grand, romantic gesture—because, let’s be real, that’s not Levi—but in his own way, he’d want to make things right. Maybe he’d have a serious conversation with her, explaining his feelings and how he shows love differently. Levi isn’t someone who gives up easily, especially not on someone he cares about deeply.

So, yes, I do think he’d try to win her over again, but it would be in a very Levi way—direct, honest, and with the intention of understanding each other better.

(this is rather funny because it's a whole 4 chapters issue in Holy Ground, my main fic)

Thank you for question! Love you too!

[xomakara]

Rhythm of Desire

(re-posting from my old account seulrinnie-rinrin/xomakara-secondary)

SUMMARY | You and Mingi get paired up for a special song collab that calls for sexy dancing and smooth seductive vocals and rapping. You can’t help but want each other. PAIRING | Mingi/Reader GENRE | smut with no (maybe a little) plot, uprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), fingering, vaginal sex, praising, dirty talk RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6643 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Why does this have so much dialogue? LOL

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“So…” You stood in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, watching Mingi through the reflection. “Is this it? Are we just going to stare at each other like idiots for the rest of the night?”

He looked up from his phone, frowning at you. “I’m just trying to figure out this part of the dance. We’re supposed to be in sync with our bodies, but I can feel when you try to do something different. It throws me off.”

“Why? It’s not like it matters if we don’t look exactly alike, right?”

He shrugged. “We’re singing about sexual innuendo, so it needs to feel real.”

“Mingi,” you sighed, running a hand through your loose hair. “We’ve worked together on other projects before. You know my moves and I know your moves. Why is it suddenly such a big deal now?”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He pulled himself closer, standing behind you. His breath was warm against your neck as he spoke into your ear. “I just think maybe… maybe it’ll be easier if we could move together more smoothly.”

“That sounds good,” you said slowly, not wanting to say anything that might cause another argument between you two. After all, one thing you knew for sure was that working with Mingi wasn’t easy.

You knew he took his craft seriously. Every movement had meaning, every word was calculated to fit the rhythm perfectly, and every bit of his body language was designed to bring out his natural charisma. While it wasn’t your style to work that way, you still appreciated what he did for a living, and you respected him for it. If you didn’t care about how he worked, then why should he care how you did things?

He pressed his hips against yours and smirked when you leaned back against him. Your skin tingled from the contact and you swallowed thickly, your heart racing as his hands slid down your arms to grasp your wrists.

“Let’s see if this helps us synchronize better,” he whispered.

The music started playing again, and you watched him take a deep breath, concentrating on your movements. Slowly, you mimicked his posture, feeling the beat sync with your breathing. The sway of your hips grew deeper as your breasts brushed his chest, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. He kept the same pace with you, only pressing in closer when the music called for it.

Every time he moved close to you, it felt like a taunt. As if he wanted to kiss you and show you what he really meant by the lines he sang. But you held yourself together as best you could, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves.

This wasn’t like the times before where you and him worked on projects side by side. No, these moments were… intimate, almost. For some reason, being this close to him made you forget everything else around you, focusing solely on the person you were touching.

A sigh escaped your lips as you dropped your gaze, looking down at your feet as they moved forward and back in time with Mingi’s. What would it be like if you actually kissed him? What would it be like if he actually touched you? The thoughts alone made you blush furiously, and you tried hard to push them away. This was your job after all, and your place was here, dancing with Mingi, not fantasizing about him.

When the song ended, Mingi let go of your wrists and stepped slightly back. “It feels more natural now,” he admitted quietly, nodding at himself in the mirror.

“Good,” you replied, knowing that no matter what, you couldn’t allow your mind to wander towards anything romantic. “Hopefully the singing part will be easier once we’ve done this.”

He smiled softly. “We have twenty minutes left. Let’s practice singing while moving our bodies in sync. I want you to mimic my movements exactly, and I’ll match yours. Got it?”

You nodded. “Got it.”

And so the next twenty minutes went by in silence. Each movement matched perfectly, and you lost yourself completely to the art of synchronized dance. By the end of it, your legs were shaking with fatigue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move away from him. His presence surrounded you, and you couldn’t find it within yourself to stop this new form of intimacy.

Finally, the song ended and he stepped away, stretching his arms over his head and yawning widely. “Oh man, I am exhausted. And hungry too. Wonder if the rest of the group ate.”

You nodded, rising to your feet. “Let’s go check.”

Minutes later, you found everyone sitting on the floor in one of the other practice rooms, plates full of food sitting in front of them. Everyone was talking amongst themselves and eating their meals without even glancing at you and Mingi. When you approached, Jiae, the leader and rapper of the girl group you were in, waved to you, getting up from the floor to meet you halfway.

“How’d it go?” she asked excitedly, leading you towards the rest of the other girls in your group. “Did you guys manage to make any progress?”

“I think so,” you answered, smiling faintly.

As soon as you sat down, Ari, one of the group’s vocalists, leaned towards you, eyes sparkling. “Something going on between you and Mingi? I caught a glimpse of your practice and it looked like y’all were flirting!”

You glanced at Mingi who merely shrugged, eating his food casually. “Nothing serious,” you said lightly.

“Nothing serious?” Hongjoong’s voice echoed from somewhere in the room. “I did not write that song thinking y’all would dance like that! Do I need to rewrite the lyrics to match?”

Everyone turned to look at him, laughter in their voices. Yunho’s eyes darted between yours and Mingi’s. “You should. There’s some pretty steamy stuff there.”

You flushed, leaning forward to hide your face with your plate. “It’s nothing. We’re just doing our job.”

San shook his head. “Not anymore,” he murmured, grinning smugly. “Look at you.”

You turned back to look at him, blinking as he pointed at you and Mingi. “What?”

“I’m not blind. You’re both looking at each other like you wanna jump each other’s bones.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, making you turn back to your meal.

Mingi coughed lightly. “There is nothing between us, okay?”

“Uh huh. Sure,” Seonghwa said, sounding skeptical. “We wouldn’t want to ruin this precious friendship of ours.”

“Mingi is my friend,” you protested, even though you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

“Well… I am glad that you are friends with someone like Mingi.” Hongjoong smirked. “I’m still changing those lyrics.”

You sighed, picking at your food. All around you, people were talking about the performance, wondering whether or not you guys would pull it off successfully. Eventually, Jiae cleared her throat loudly, bringing everyone’s attention back to her. “Should we take the day off tomorrow? We’ve all been working hard, and we should give ourselves a break.”

Everyone voiced their approval and began talking about their plans for tomorrow. You glanced over at Mingi, noticing that he seemed tired too. It made sense considering that you had practiced for hours and hours since the morning. Maybe it was time to call it quits and call it a day.

You stood, stretching your limbs carefully. The soreness in your thighs caused you to wince and you rubbed at them absently. “My body is aching.”

“After what you two were doing?” Wooyoung called out, the others snickering. “I think it’s a miracle you can stand straight.”

“Get a room,” Sera, the other dancer in your group, added playfully, nudging Aimee, the main vocalist. Both girls burst into giggles.

“Eonnie, you have to admit that your dancing was different than usual.” Aimee grinned slyly. “Very different. Admit it. You always wanted to do a sexy song, huh?”

You pouted at her. “Nope. Not admitting anything.”

Her grin widened. “Ah, Eonnie. Can I ask you something?”

“If you must,” you grumbled.

She gave you an innocent look before leaning in and whispering to you and the other girls. “Do you like Mingi?”

The other girls turned to look at you with wide eyes, most of them asking the same question. You fiddled with your hands nervously, frowning at Aimee. She had a strange gleam in her eye and you wondered if she was joking or not. “Like him as a friend? Yeah, of course. Why?”

Aimee huffed. “Not what I meant and you know that.”

“And if something happens, you’ll be the first to know.” You said, the girl beaming happily. “Okay?”

“Deal.”

You paused for a moment, watching as everyone got up to leave the studio, leaving you and Mingi behind. “So… we finished practicing today? Are you heading home now?”

“Not yet. There’s this part I want to try before I go home. Do you want to come?”

The offer came as a surprise, but you accepted nonetheless. Mingi wanted to continue practicing? So be it. He must have been feeling ambitious.

You told the girls that you and Mingi were going to continue training, receiving several questions from everyone, including how you felt about him, if you were attracted to him and if you would sleep with him. Finally, you convinced everyone to leave you two alone.

Mingi’s bandmates asked him the same questions when he told them about continuing to practice. But despite their initial shock, they didn’t protest much. In fact, Hongjoong laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. “Make sure you use protection if you end up fucking each other. I’m still changing those lyrics for y’all.”

Mingi only laughed, smiling gently as the others filed out of the room. The empty studio fell silent, except for the sound of your breathing and the humming coming from the speakers in the background. As much as you loved the music, you could feel Mingi staring at you, studying every inch of your body. Slowly, he reached out, placing a gentle hand on your hip. His touch sends shivers through your body, and you let out a soft gasp, nearly dropping your bag in shock.

“Don’t freak out,” he said softly, his fingers tightening slightly around your hip. “I won’t hurt you.”

You nodded slowly, but found it difficult to speak. What was happening? Why did his touch affect you so much? This never happened when you worked with him before. But here, right now, everything about him felt familiar. Like you had known him forever. Your heart started racing and your palms grew sweaty. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Okay,” you whispered.

His touch remained firm, pulling you tight against his body. His chest pressed against your back, he held out his phone as you watched the demo choreography. “Okay for this part, it looks like this. But I think we should be closer. To give it that intimate feeling.”

You frowned, watching the dancers on the screen as they continued moving closer together. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that it might work. Granted the dancers didn't move that close to each other during the performance, but maybe, just maybe, having Mingi hold you like this will add an extra layer of sensuality to the performance.

You watched as the dancers were supposed to grind against each other and you couldn't help but wrap an arm around his neck, allowing your hand to brush against his cheek. "Close enough?"

"Yeah,” he breathed, his chest vibrating as he laughed quietly. “Perfect."

Your gaze lowered to his lips and you swallowed thickly. "Good."

Mingi chuckled. "Let's see how well you can follow directions then."

You whimpered softly, shifting your hips, arching your back as you tried to mimic what the dancers on the screen were doing. Mingi trailed his fingers along your skin, causing goosebumps to rise across your arms. "More. Less. More. That's better. A little lower. Okay, good. Good. Keep going."

He trailed his fingers along your sides, following the curves and valleys of your body. Your hips rolled in response, seeking out his touch. A low groan escaped his lips and you moaned, grinding your hips against his groin. With another chuckle, he captured your chin with his fingers, turning your face upwards to meet his gaze. "Much better."

Too close. He was way too close. And it wasn't helping your libido any. "Mingi…"

"Not yet," he said huskily. "I've got plans for you later. But for now, let me show you how it's done. Come here."

Your heart leapt into your throat and you shook your head, stuttering. "Y-you can't."

He laughed, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Of course I can. Don't you want to learn how to do this right?"

"No."

"Yes," he said, pressing himself firmly against you, forcing you to remain exactly where you were. His erection was hard and hot against your ass and you pushed back, causing him to laugh again.

"Come on, you're doing great," he encouraged, nuzzling your earlobe with his nose. "Just like that. I'll teach you. No one has to know."

In truth, you weren't sure why you hesitated. The idea of being intimate with him sounded enticing and after spending countless hours working on the song with him, you kind of wanted to know what it was like to have sex with him. At least you hoped it would feel similar to the way you imagined it would feel. You squirmed, wanting desperately to reach back and undo his pants. To release his throbbing cock. The thought of him pounding into you made your insides clench. "Oh God."

"What are you thinking about?" he murmured against your ear, nibbling lightly at your lobe.

"You."

He chuckled. "What about me?"

You shook your head. "Not telling you. It's private."

His smile faltered. "You aren't attracted to me, are you?"

You blinked, startled by the sudden change in topic. "Huh? No! Of course not!"

He paused, running a finger down your spine. "But you were thinking about it. About us having sex."

"I was not." You huffed. "Stop reading my mind."

"It doesn't mean I can't read your thoughts." He placed a gentle kiss against your temple. "You want this as badly as I do."

"You..." You looked at him. "You want this too?"

Mingi laughed. "Baby, haven't you realized the effects you have on me when you press yourself against me?"

You flushed, your cheeks growing warmer as he nipped at your jawline.

"We can stop if you don't want to do this anymore." He offered you a tentative smile.

"That's not fair." You said quietly, looking up at him with soft eyes. "You can't expect us to stop after you've gotten me all hot and bothered."

"True." He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. "Maybe we should take things slow tonight. Maybe you should let me fuck you, one day. If you ever want me to."

"What about after we successfully finish the project?" You breathed out, his lips awfully close to yours. "We can sneak off right after we finish performing and Yunho and his team goes on stage."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

"Damn, you're tempting me, baby." He groaned, nipping playfully at your lower lip. "Can I kiss you until then? Please?"

It took you all of five seconds to nod, closing the distance between your lips. His mouth crushed against yours, hot and demanding. You parted your lips for him, letting him slide his tongue inside your mouth. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back eagerly, your entire body heating up with desire. He broke away for a second, cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking the side of your face gently. You sighed contently, letting him draw small circles on your cheekbone.

"Shouldn't we be practicing our dance moves instead?" You mumbled into his mouth.

"Later." He pulled back, breaking contact with your lips. "Kissing first, then dancing. Okay?"

You returned home to the dorms well after midnight when your members rushed towards the front door, yelling about you and Mingi. Well, there went any chance you had of getting some shut eye.

Aimee latched onto your arm and dragged you to the living room. "Eonnie, something happened right?"

"What did you and Mingi get up to after we all left?" Jiae asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Did you two kiss?" Ari leaned forward, curiously.

You bit your lip, looking away in response. The other members exchanged glances. Sera took in your appearance, noting your slightly disheveled hair.

"Oh, you lucky bitch. You and Mingi totally kissed." She grinned. "How was it? Was he good at it?"

You let out a small nod, your cheeks burning bright red. "He was amazing."

Jiae giggled. "Seriously?"

"Yes," you insisted. "He kissed really well."

The other members exchanged glances once again. "Was it...?" Aimee began, holding her hand up. "Were you guys… sexually active? Did he…?"

You shot her a glare. "Of course not!"

"Wow, Aimee." Jiae shook her head, folding her arms across her chest. "You always choose the most awkward ways to ask these questions."

"Even if I'm having sex, I'm not telling you guys." You stuck out your tongue at them. "I might not be leader but I am older than all of you and I have the eldest sister rights, remember?"

Sera let out a loud snort, rolling her eyes. "I knew someone was going to kiss someone this time around. We've been working with the guys throughout the years. I had a feeling it would be you and San though. But Mingi...wow."

Jiae nodded her agreement. "He is fucking gorgeous, isn't he? And so talented. I bet he's amazing in bed too."

"Hush." You waved your hand in front of her face. "Don't start."

"Aww, eonnie." Ari pouted, grabbing onto your hand. "I'm happy for you. Really. I am."

Jiae let out a sigh. "I guess I'll have to make peace with the fact that you guys are dating then."

"Hey, who said anything about dating?"

Jiae smirked. "Aren't you?"

"I'm actually not sure." You sighed. "We haven't exactly got to talking while we made out, you know."

Aimee nodded slowly. "Well, even if you aren't dating him, you still kissed him. That counts as you liking him."

"I'm going to head to bed." You muttered, standing from the couch.

"Oh no." Aimee grabbed onto your wrist. "Where are you going?"

"To sleep. Like everyone else."

"But we have the day off tomorrow!" Ari exclaimed.

"I know, I know." You nodded. "But I've been dancing all day and I'm exhausted. I'll treat you all to food, okay? Eldest sister rights and all that."

Jiae gave you a sly grin. "Okay. But don't blame us if we buy the most expensive food, tomorrow."

"I won't." You smiled brightly. "Sleep tight, guys."

You waved goodbye before leaving the living room. Once you reached your bedroom, you stripped off your clothes quickly and crawled under the covers, reaching for the phone you kept next to your bedside table. You checked your messages just to be safe, surprised to find one waiting for you.

Mingi - Sleeping? Call me.

You brought up his contact and decided to facetime him instead. He picked up in a matter of seconds. He was in his bed and you noticed that he was shirtless, lying flat on his back. "Finally."

"Sorry. My members were grilling me with questions. Not a minute passed without someone asking something."

"If it makes you feel better, the guys all asked me the same thing." He laughed as he sat up in bed. "Asking all sorts of questions."

"Ha ha, I bet they did." You smiled, leaning back on your pillows. "So what did they ask?"

"Mostly about us, our relationship and stuff." He shrugged. "And yes, the sleeping thing was probably the worst question."

"We'll get to that one later." You glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. 1am. "Did you eat dinner?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Seonghwa-hyung left some food out for me. Did you eat?"

"I ate. Not much though. Couldn't really eat when the girls were being so nosy."

"Tell me about it." He agreed, running his fingers through his messy hair. "Since we're off tomorrow...would you be interested in doing something together? Just you and me?"

"Song Mingi. Are you asking me out? On a date?"

"Sort of." He replied. "We don't need to go on an actual date to spend time together. Just us hanging out would be fine."

"You know I'd spend time with you anywhere, anytime." You assured him. "I wouldn't turn down an opportunity to see you."

"Ahh...what is your pretty little brain thinking about? Do tell."

"Nothing." You laughed softly. "My brain is busy processing your request."

"So cute." He laughed. "Are you alone right now?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I have my own room. Oldest sister rights."

"Good." He sighed. "Tell me...what are you wearing to bed right now?"

"Mingi, seriously?"

"What?" He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at you. "Is it inappropriate? Come on, babe. Indulge me. Don't hold back."

You rolled your eyes. "Fine. I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts."

He let out a long breath. "Wow."

"Okay, that wasn't what I expected." You teased.

"I thought you would wear some skimpy nightie or something." He said honestly. "Something lacy."

"Maybe when I move out from the dorms." You grinned. "Can't risk the girls barging in here if we were to have phone sex or whatever else we were planning to do."

"Look at you planning ahead. So mature."

"Shut up."

"Anyways…" He paused. "You're not wearing underwear under your sleeping clothes, right?"

"I swear Mingi. You're such a perv. What are YOU wearing to bed?"

"Pajamas pants." He said as he adjusted the sheets around his waist to show you the waistband of his pajama pants. "See?"

"Those are-" You cleared your throat. "They look great."

"Thanks." He said with a shy smile. "Anyway, you still have to answer my question."

"You still want to know if I'm wearing underwear or not?"

"Yep."

"Fine but I'll show you instead." You lifted your t-shirt up to show him. "I'm not wearing anything underneath."

He sucked in a breath, staring intently at your bare breasts through the camera. "Oh, fuck."

"Glad you like them." You rolled your eyes. "I'll put my top back down if you promise not to touch yourself."

He raised his eyebrows. "Not a guarantee that I won't. You got great tits."

"Mmm... Well if you do decide to touch yourself, send me a picture."

He groaned loudly. "Are you done teasing me yet?"

"No." You shook your head, grinning. "Why?"

"Because it's going to be hard to not fuck you until after our performance. I've already been thinking about it ever since we kissed earlier."

"You can think about it now. I'll show you how hot I am in person." You promised.

He let out a soft chuckle. "That will be fun. In the meantime, how about you put your top back down and talk to me?"

"Deal."

It was finally time for the performance to begin and you stood backstage, waiting anxiously to take the stage. Sera, San, Wooyoung and Yeosang were currently on stage, performing their latest hit. They seemed confident, full of energy and having a blast on stage. Seeing that only helped to relieve some of your stress. You couldn't help but notice Jiae, Hongjoong and Seonghwa sitting together as they discussed strategy. Ari and Yunho sat next to each other, whispering quietly to each other as they waited for their cue. Aimee and Jongho watched the crowd closely, making sure everything was running smoothly.

Mingi was standing next to you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. His voice was soft as he spoke. "You ready?"

"Yeah." You nodded, giving him a quick smile. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Then I hope we don't disappoint." He chuckled lightly.

Your nerves suddenly disappeared as soon as you took the stage. Everyone in the audience cheered loudly and welcomed you with open arms. All eyes were on you as you walked onto the dance floor. The rest of the backup dancers took their positions behind you as the music started playing. You heard the soft, sensual beat fill the room as you moved gracefully to the rhythm.

Your body moved naturally to the music, your hips swaying with every step. Your vocals were flawless and sensual as they flowed into the lyrics. You closed your eyes, letting the music flow through you. And when Mingi finally joined you, touched you, sang and rapped to you, the butterflies in your stomach started fluttering again. You felt electrified by the passion that pulsed between the two of you, as your hands caressed each other, bodies pressed tightly against one another. The heat from his skin warmed yours and it only served to drive you wilder. You were overcome with desire and you needed more than just the physical release. You needed the intense connection, the heart stopping emotions and mind blowing ecstasy that you both had the ability to give each other.

You had barely finished singing the last note before you pulled away, almost breathless. Your cheeks flushed red as the crowd applauded wildly. As soon as the music stopped, you turned to look at Mingi. He was panting heavily as he stared at you, his lips parted slightly. He smiled, causing your heart to skip a beat. The moment was magical and completely perfect. It was like nothing you had experienced before and you hoped it never ended.

You both left the stage as the host called for an interim break before the rest of the group were to perform.

"Damn..." You heard Wooyoung mutter from behind you. "Y/N and Mingi look good together. Really fucking good."

The guys glanced over at the two of you. "They really are amazing." Yeosang admitted, giving you a small wink.

"You guys are dating, right?" Jongho asked. "Because with that performance, there's no way you guys aren't. Anyone can tell."

"Are we?" You looked at Mingi, expectantly.

"Are we?" He mimicked your words, his eyes twinkling playfully. "Well…do we have to say 'yes' to this kind of questioning?"

"Please do." San groaned. "This shit has gone on long enough."

"Whatever. Look at them." Seonghwa scoffed, pointing at the two of you. "Just admit that you're boyfriend and girlfriend already. We'll accept that."

"We are." Mingi said simply, looking directly at you.

Your face lit up as your heart melted at those simple words. There were no doubts anymore. The answer was clear. He wanted you, you wanted him and you knew there was no going back. Everything was perfectly right.

"I'm so happy for you eonnie!" Ari exclaimed. "You guys look amazing together! No wonder you guys make such a great couple."

"Thank you." You smiled, blushing brightly. "It's not like we didn't try to deny it for so long but sometimes things just work out."

"True." She nodded. "I'm glad everything worked out."

"Same here." Sera agreed. "But honestly, I always saw you two together."

"Yeah right." You laughed. "Few weeks ago, you thought me and San would look good together. And that's just the tip of the iceberg."

"Hey, you guys started this mess." Mingi argued. "We just finished it."

Sera rolled her eyes. "God, I wish I could pull you two apart."

You snickered as you turned to look at the others. "Someone needs to. Mingi looks like he's plotting something."

"Who knows what he's thinking?" Yunho mused. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think he wants to fuck Y/N up against a wall somewhere."

"You are disgusting." You laughed.

Mingi grabbed your hand. "I mean..."

Hongjoong looked at your entwined hands and let out a laugh. "Oh god. You two are hopelessly in love. Go on and get your freak on. You guys aren't needed no more."

Mingi whispered into your ear. "Yours or mine?"

"Wherever as long as I have you." You whispered back.

"Works for me." He replied, pulling you closer.

"Bye bye!" Aimee waved at the two of you as she passed you in the hallway.

"Later guys." You called out.

"Bye." Everyone else echoed.

Once the hallway was empty, you leaned in close to Mingi's ear. "So..." You began. "About tonight..."

"Let's get to my place first and then we can discuss the details, babe." He smirked.

"Details?"

"Like what position we're going to fuck in, how many times we're going to fuck and whether we're doing anal." He explained.

"God, you're such a perv." You rolled your eyes. "And we're definitely NOT doing anal."

"You say that now..." He trailed off.

"We'll see." You teased. "Now take me home, Song Mingi."

He laughed. "Always the bossy one, huh? But since you ask so nicely..."

He led you outside and to his car where he held the door open for you. Once inside, he slipped his hand inside the small of your back and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. "Enjoy the ride."

"I will." You grinned.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders as he drove you to his apartment. The city lights illuminated the windows, bathing the interior in a soft light. Before you knew it, you arrived at the front door and he opened it for you.

"Wow." You breathed, stepping inside.

"What is it?"

"Everything." You sighed, taking it all in. "I'm surprised that you and the guys have such a clean apartment."

"Thank you." He hummed, sliding his hand under your tight dress and cupping your ass cheek. "As much as I love seeing you wearing this outfit, I very much want you out of it. How about I take care of that little problem right now?"

You squealed when he lifted you in his arms and carried you into his bedroom. "Mingi, what if Seonghwa and San come home?"

"No one will be home until tomorrow morning." He growled, setting you on your feet. "Besides, who could possibly walk in on us right now?"

"You sound so sure about that." You eyed him suspiciously.

"Trust me, baby." He assured you. "No one can stop us."

He stepped towards you, pressing your back against the wall. He slowly unzipped your dress, slipping it over your head as he lowered his mouth to yours. You moaned softly as his lips met yours. His tongue delved deep into your mouth, stroking and teasing as he explored your entire mouth.

He reached up and massaged your breasts through your lacy black bra. He squeezed and kneaded your flesh as his hands wandered downwards, squeezing your ass cheeks. "Mmm...so round and firm." He purred against your neck. "How do you feel in these panties?"

"Why do you ask?" You breathed out.

"Because I want to rip them off of you." He told you. "I want to taste you. Do you want that too?"

"Yes..." You whimpered, your body begging for more.

He released your nipples, leaving them tingling as he moved his hands back up to cup your face. His thumb grazed over your bottom lip as he stared down at you. "You know, I've been dreaming about having sex with you for months now."

"Really?" You gasped. "Since when?"

"Ever since the last time we collaborated on a project. Every single day, all night, I kept imagining myself fucking you against this wall." He paused, staring at you. "Or maybe even fucking you in this bed."

"Hmm...it seems like we both got what we wanted." You mused.

"That we did." He nodded. "Come here, babe. Let me show you how thankful I am for all the nights that I imagined fucking you."

Your breathing hitched as he stood before you, slowly taking off his clothes. You watched him with hooded eyes, taking in every inch of his hard muscled form. You ached to be underneath him and explore every inch of his toned body with your hands and your mouth. You wanted to run your fingers through his thick hair and hear his voice begging you to touch him. With his long, beautiful legs and his strong arms and his… Oh god, you couldn't think straight anymore. All you wanted was him and you wouldn't think twice about giving yourself completely to him. You were dying to taste him and to feel his dick deep inside you.

He was breathtaking and you wished that you could freeze frame the moment, making sure that it stayed frozen forever. He placed a hand behind your head, guiding you forward as he kissed you again. Your hands rested on his chest as he pressed himself harder against you.

He broke the kiss as he pushed your underwear to the side, freeing your pussy from its confines. He pushed a finger inside you, making you gasp. "Fuck..." He breathed. "So wet."

He thrust his finger deeper inside of you as he pressed your back against the wall. You bit your lip as you tried to fight the pleasure building within you. He groaned as he added another finger, stretching you out. You arched your back, trying to get more of him inside you.

He pulled his fingers out and trailed his finger over your swollen clit. "Suck it, babe." He commanded. You felt yourself lean forwards, eager to give him what he desired. When you felt his finger slip into your mouth, you sucked hungrily, tasting yourself on his digit.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He groaned when you released his finger from your mouth with a pop. You moved his fingers back to your pussy, pushing them inside you.

“Ah fuck.” Mingi grunted as he shoved his fingers deep inside of you. “You’re soaking wet, baby. Fuck.”

He started moving his fingers in and out of you, gently circling your clit with his thumb. "You're driving me crazy, Y/N." He groaned. "I need to feel your sweet cunt wrapped around my dick."

"Me too, MIngi." You sighed. "Let's hurry this up so I can finally have you."

"Oh god, baby." He moaned as he kissed your shoulder. "You're so damn hot."

He pushed a third finger inside of you and you whimpered, feeling stretched out by the invasion. "You're so fucking tight." He groaned. "Damn, baby."

He slid a fourth finger inside of you, his thumb circling your clit. His other hand gripped your hips tightly, forcing you to lift your ass up slightly. As he pushed his fingers further inside of you, you moaned loudly, loving the way he filled you up.

He fucked you with his fingers in a steady rhythm. He kissed your shoulder and trailed his lips along your collarbone. "Tell me how you feel." He demanded.

"God..." You breathed. "Mingi, I can't..."

"You can, babe." He reassured you. "Tell me."

"It feels amazing." You panted. "Please, don't stop."

"Okay." He nodded, continuing to finger-fuck you. "Tell me more, baby."

"Oh god...Mingi...please..." You begged. "I can't take much more of this."

"Are you close?" He asked, trailing kisses across your jawline.

"God, yes." You cried out. "Please, don't stop, Mingi! Please! Ah! Fuck!"

"Oh shit, babe." He groaned, thrusting his fingers faster and deeper inside of you. "Come all over my fingers. Come for me, baby."

With his free hand, he cupped your breast and pinched your nipple lightly. He heard you cry out in pleasure and bit your neck, eliciting a yelp from you. He increased the pressure on your clit, plunging his fingers in and out of you as fast as possible. You screamed out his name as your orgasm ripped through your body. It seemed like an eternity before the pleasure subsided. You sagged limply against him, panting heavily. Mingi pressed a kiss to your shoulder, kissing his way upwards to your ear.

"How was that, baby?" He whispered.

"Amazing." You smiled, reaching for his hand and leading him to his bed. "And now I need you to fuck me. Be inside me."

He chuckled as he laid you down on the bed. He moved between your legs, parting them and spreading them wide. He gazed down at you, his eyes roving over your body. "Beautiful." He murmured.

"Mingi..." You whispered.

"Get on all fours, baby." He instructed. "Hands and knees."

You obeyed, bending over slightly so that your ass stuck up in the air. He grasped your hips firmly, holding you still as he rubbed his cockhead up and down your slit. "Baby, I'm gonna fuck you good tonight." He groaned. "Real good."

"Yesss." You moaned, digging your nails into the mattress. "Please, fuck me."

"Is this what you want?" He teased, gliding his cock along your slick folds. "Do you want me to fuck you good?"

"Oh god..." You gasped, closing your eyes and opening your legs wider. "I want you so bad. I want to feel you inside me. Give it to me, Mingi."

He groaned, burying his dick in your dripping wet pussy. You cried out in pleasure, feeling the warm friction of his shaft rubbing against your walls. He began to pump his hips, slowly pulling out of you only to push his dick deep inside again. "Oh, you feel so good." He groaned. "Perfect."

"Mingi, you feel so good. So big and warm." You moaned as he moved his hips back and forth, fucking you steadily. He leaned forward to grab your breasts, his lips trailing soft kisses down your neck. "Oh, fuck...I love how you feel inside me."

"Fuck, babe." He groaned. "Look at you. That's it, just like that. You feel so good."

"Fuck, your cock feels so good in me." You moaned. "God, please, keep doing that. Keep hitting that spot. Fuck me with your cock."

"Oh, yeah, babe." He groaned. "You really like that, don't you? I can tell. So fucking hot. You like getting fucked hard, don't you, baby?"

"Fuck, I love it." You gasped. "Please Mingi."

"What do you want, baby?" He asked.

"More." You moaned. "Please fuck me harder."

He slammed his dick into you, increasing the pace and depth of his strokes. You whimpered as he continued to move, pounding his dick inside of you relentlessly. He growled as he stared down at you, watching as your body arched and bucked beneath him. Your tits jiggled wildly as he continued to fuck you with abandon.

"Oh god..." You moaned, gripping onto the sheets. "Oh god, Mingi...oh god...oh god...Mingi, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Shit." He grunted, slamming into you harder than ever before. "Fuck, that's right. Yeah. Oh shit, babe. You’re taking me in so well."

He reached around to stroke your clit as he continued to pound into you. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan, your whole body quivering as you came. The orgasm caused him to jerk forward, pushing his dick all the way inside of you and leaving you breathless. "Fuck." He groaned, pumping his cum inside of you.

"Mingi..." You gasped, catching your breath. "That was...wow."

He pulled out of you and rolled you over so that you were on your back now. He kissed your neck softly, running his tongue along your skin. "Did you like it?" He asked.

"Yes." You answered, closing your eyes and smiling happily.

"Good." He grinned. "I knew you would."

"Mingi..." You breathed, shifting under him.

"I know what you want, babe." He said softly.

"Yeah? What is it?" You asked.

"Round two." He slid into you again, slowly and easily. "And then maybe we'll go get some food. Or sleep. Whichever comes first."

[xxnomadsxx]

I can only imagine your Branch giving the most disturbing gifts to show he cares. Ex:

Floyd: Oh man, I always worried Velvet and Veneer are gonna come back at some point

Branch: *Man, I wanna make him feel better hmm*

Cue the next day:

Branch: Here Floyd, this should make you feel safer (Man is covered in BLOOD and holding an even bloodier box) 😊

Floyd (about to pass out): Oh thanks B… what is it??

Branch: Velvet and Veneers vocal cords 😁 (He genuinely believes this will make him feel better)

Floyd: Oh… thank you Branch (He doesn’t want to reject the gift since it is one of the only occasions Branch has shown any of the brother’s affection)

His gifts only get worst from there. The brothers one time mention what happened to the Bergen that ate Grandma??? Branch puts Chef’s skeleton up in display for them to see that there’s nothing to worry about and that she’s been avenged. Meanwhile , BroZone: 🧍🧍🧍🧍

Poppy mentions that Creek betrayed the entire Troll kingdom??? Oh yeah, he tells the hilarious story about the time he was roasted alive and eaten by the village and even offers Poppy a tuff of his hair as proof.

He associates threats being eliminated as comforting and so he believes proof of that are the best gifts, he has good intentions but wtf he’s gotta work on better love languages.

anyways yeah BroZone loses their shit every time this happens but don’t have the heart to tell Branch to stop since it’s one of his main ways to show he cares about them and they’ll take anything at this point.

Honestly no one in the village is good at getting appropriate gifts ESPECIALLY Branch (he’s been living with the feral trolls(?) for years and their love language is violence) so you’re gonna have to forgive them on their very gruesome gifts.

All these situations are basically canon now because the idea is just so funny to me that Branch just pulled out all these corpse parts just to be like “don’t worry you’re safe😁”. Every time he does this his brother are just going through every emotion. It’s sweet that he did the gesture for them but also terrifying when you actually think about it (when he’s left the room, at least two of them puked and Floyd passed out four times) When Floyd is given the vocal cords as a gift the only thing keeping him conscious is the adoration that his baby brother got him a gift, but once Branch left the room, he immediately put the box in the closet and proceeded to puke on the floor. (Originally Branch got the vocal cords after he found out velvet and veneer took Floyd, but I find the idea of him going back for round two just so he can get a trophy for Floyd to tell him he was “safe” even better)

When he showed the skeleton to the brothers they were just too shocked to actually understand what was happening and kind of just went numb for a few minutes, all they could do was force themselves to focus on how happy Branch was so they wouldn’t have a meltdown.(when they later registered what they saw they just cried) When Poppy brought up how angry she is at Creek and how mad she is that he up and left again instead of staying to face his problems!! Branch laughed and said “OH, don’t worry we handled it😁” and he pulled out a tuff of Creeks hair, and hilariously explained the “funny story” of Creeks demise.

Everyone at this point just stops talking about people they don’t like out of fear that Branch Is just gonna come out with their body at any second. They like the gestures of the gift. It’s just the fact that they’re basically just corpse parts in a box that is handed to them with a smile 😊 saying, “I hope you like it” (he eventually stops when explained how messed up it is)

[or0ch1maru]

hello Cj! I hope you've been doing well! I'm sorry that you've been working so hard this past weekend :( I hope you rest well and get some time to unwind and do smth fun!

I LOOVED your headcanons of snuggling/cuddling with kakuzu🩷 can I request a hidan version?

hello my pretty bby♡︎I’ve been having a lovely few days off thank you, relaxing and catching up on some stuff. Just took a hot ass shower to help my muscles after the gym. And of course, let’s get into it🫵🏻

18+ MINORS, and ageless blogs DNI. Short blurb of sex w Hidan

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-Hidan is similar to his partner in ways he treats and cherishes his woman

-he is both vocal and physical about his love for you. His main way is through sex. Leaving bite marks and hickeys in places people can see them, your neck, collarbones, thighs, even leaving scars from his teeth along your neck, wrists and arms. Just so people know you belong to him

-he’s huge on consent, especially since he’s a rough lover. He doesn’t make love, he fucks, HARD

-he’s loud about it too, tellin’ you how much he loves you and your pretty cunt, how he could live like this inside you, how pretty you are and how lucky he is to be the only one to have you this way

-where you go, he goes

-if anyone gives him weird looks about being glued to your hip, he gives them an even nastier look if he doesn’t straight up tell them to fuck off and mind their business

-but back to touch, he’s got to have a hand on you. Whether it’s playing with your hair, hand in your back pocket, or the small of your back. Or walking with his fingers intertwined through your belt loop

-even when you two are sitting on the couch around the other members, his arm wrapped around you, resting gently on top of your breast.

-or wrapping around your neck, no squeezing, just resting against your delicate, scarred skin

-when you rest between his legs, your back against him, his hand casually cups over your pussy, even when he’s not trying to do anything sexual. He just loves touchin’ you

-when you two are alone in your shared room, he’s like your own weighted blanket, he’ll lay on top of you, watching his positions so he doesn’t crush or hurt you

-he loves skin to skin

-you two will just hang out and cuddle naked, he’ll have you sitting in his lap, calloused hands resting on the soft flesh of your hips. Admiring your form

-taking in all your scars, any form of blemishes, doesn’t care about acne or if you’re chubby, he goes crazy when he sees your stretch marks

-he’ll caress every part of you, especially the things you’re most insecure about. Hidan will kiss you head to two, telling you how beautiful you are to him

-sees you as a goddess

-one that deserves to be worshipped, gifted, and treated like one should

-another thing Hidan includes in your cuddles is deep, raw, and passionate make out sessions.

-his hands holding the back of your head as he nips at your bottom lip, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth while yours does the same to him

-now, not every time ends up with sex but when it does, he’s turned into a needy puddle

-begging you to use him, ride him and take him any way you need him

-head thrown back as his hands travel up and down your body, gripping you wherever he can, whines and whimpers falling from his lips as you slam your hips down his girth

-“baby, baby f-fuck. Bein’ so good for ya doll. Please.”

-he begs, not sure what he’s begging for but it just feels right. Just like Kakuzu, he feels like you were made for him, made to take and please him

-but back to the cuddles(may or may not have gotten of track but ya know, can’t help it with him)

-your shared bed has tons of blankets on it, just to make the two of you into burritos when you’re pressed against him

-your hands wrapped around his head as your chests are touching, his hands holding you at the small of your back, keeping your body up against him

-he also likes being little spoon. Feeling your small form pressed against his back while your arm wraps around his torso, holding him to you

-he’ll cup your hand in his, holding it against his chest, letting his heart beat against you, even though you can’t feel it. It gives him a sense of calm, and security

-when you’re on your cycle, (just like his partner, he makes sure your stocked on everything you could need and runs bubble baths for you) but he uses his hand as your personal heater

-he radiates so much warmth that the second his hand touches your lower belly or back, your cramps fade

-have y’all seen any of the videos where a bf will pull down his shirt just to expose his cute lil gf hiding inside

-that’s Hidan. Would love for you to live in his skin lol. The rare times he wears a shirt or hoodie, he holds it open for you to climb into. Smiles to himself when he sees that you’ve fallen asleep in there

-and lastly, on missions, he’ll wrap his cloak around you, engulfing you in his scent and the warmth of his chest

-he’ll walk with you that way for however long either of you please

-which will be the entire trip there and back

[purpletintedwhitepeony]

Someone asked me today, "What's the most niche fandom you're part of?" It got me thinking about Gourmet Hound by Leehama. 

I haven't read webtoons in a while, and I hadn’t even thought about Gourmet Hound for months. Yet, it remains one of my all-time favourites, sitting quietly in a corner of my heart like a most cherished memory. The premise is so mundane that you'd wonder what a story about food and chefs could possibly offer. But trust me, if you think that, you're missing out. 

For those who don't know what 'niche fandom' means, it's basically a group of fans who are passionate about something that is not widely known or mainstream. And let me tell you, Gourmet Hound is the epitome of niche. 

The story revolves around Lucy, our main character, who has an incredible sense of taste and smell. She loves eating good food, and her favourite go-to spot is a restaurant called Dimanche. Her life takes a bittersweet turn when she discovers that her favourite restaurant has changed its kitchen staff, and she does not know the identity of the chef whose cooking she'd loved for years. When a lucky accident leads her to two former chefs at Dimanche, she decides to track down each of their old colleagues in order to rediscover the 'perfect taste' she couldn’t let go of.

I cannot talk about Gourmet Hound without mentioning Leehama, the creator and brain behind this masterpiece. The amount of detail and care she put into this story is mind-blowing. "I've always thought the dinner table should be a happy place. Whether you're at the most expensive restaurant in the world or at home with one other person, I hope you live a life full of wonderful meals." Like girl, are you trying to make me cry??

Leehama's brilliance as an artist and author shines through, but it's not just that. She also interacts with the fanbase, however small that may be. She has this little blog where she shares notes and thoughts about each chapter after it gets released, and it's the most thoughtful thing ever written.

Normally, when I fall in love with something, I'm very vocal about it. I can't stop talking about it. I'm loud and animated. It's just who I am. But with Gourmet Hound, it's different. It doesn't need to be shouted about. It makes me pause, take a breath, and sit quietly with my feelings. It’s a good kind of different, one that balances my hyper fangirling with quiet appreciation.

I stumbled upon Gourmet Hound while I was going through a particularly tough time a few years back. It was a fresh take from my usual genres, so I was a bit hesitant to pick it up. But something drew me in, and I'm so glad I did what I did back then. I can't stress enough how much this webtoon saved me. Every chapter felt like eating a warm bowl of your comfort food, and for the first time in a long time, I felt okay. I felt like I could do life again. 

To this day, Gourmet Hound is my comfort read. It's one of the stories I turn to when everything feels too much, like a friend who knows just what to say. 

I'm very emotionally attached to this one and would recommend it to anyone who loves comics without any hesitation. It deserves all the love and appreciation it could get. (It's on webtoon for free.)

[skyeoak]

Tmagp 30 thoughts

Vocal performances all slayed. 10/10

I think there’s a lot of good and bad in the finale! But overall, it feels underbaked. (Or overplotted/overplanned?)

I’ll save my finalized thoughts on the hilltop center to see if it’s developed in further seasons, because uh, hmm. Jonny said in the live drop that carousels of horrors were his favorite to write, but they sure are not realllyyyy my favorite to listen to. They’re kind of thematic scattershot. And yeah, one of my critiques about TMA is that I don’t love how we only rarely see how the fears combine and interact. Having multiple creepy things in a curiosity cabinet -com shopping center doesn’t really solve that problem for me.

The idea of a character turning a blind eye to an obviously creepy job is still interesting, especially in how it parallels the staff of the OIAR. But that’s kinda the start and end of my interest in the custodian? It feels like this story could have been shrunk to 1/3 length and had a better effect. I just feel like this should have been a midseason statement, and the finale could have focused on having some sort of action or tension. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting the finale to have a statement at all, to be structurally in line with early TMA. Maybe a full statement/story from Celia, giving the non-TMA audience some idea of why she thinks there’s nothing to go back to in her universe. Hell. Maybe she could just. Tell Sam, uncompelled. I would have loved to see her try to convince him to jump. Convince him that her new life matters more than his (perceived) failure of one. Instead… this is another episode where I feel like the double meaning titles weigh down what the statement could be. And it’s the season finale.

I wondered early on if the finale for this season would feel more like setup for future seasons, and yep. Yep it did. It just felt like there was this inherent tension between the stakes of the story, which are already at interdimensional travel, and the level of danger it feels like everyone is in. Not to mention how Celia just drops a list of alchemical balance things out of the blue. Magnus Protocol is in a tricky situation: they need to set up a new conflict and new characters, and at the same time, Magpod has already done mega-apocalypse hellscapes and so TMagP might feel the need to go bigger. (Imo I don’t think sequels always need to raise the stakes but I understand that’s industry standard). It’s also tackling alchemy, a notoriously complex subject that’s probably hard to explain to an audience in any way that feels natural. You can’t just throw murder worm lady and screaming main character in the finale and call it a day. There’s a lot going on, less time, and I don’t know if the characterization this season was consistent (/consistently good) enough to hold the full weight of it all.

OKAY, WHELMED THOUGHTS OVER, now for the good! Surprise surprise, it’s all the little character payoffs!

Gwen and Lena’s confrontation was EVERYTHING. Gwen is kicking anthills, and Lena is so content to let her stand in them while the ants crawl up her legs. I won’t lie though, I’m not sure if this plotline will be interesting to me. I think it depends on how fast the OIAR staff can get Gwen to actually be on their side.

Sam deciding to protect Celia by pushing the archivist into the void is SENSATIONAL CHARACTER PAYOFF. (This is my interpretation of the scene, audio was super unclear once again, and there was a line change from transcript to podcast that made this super ambiguous in the actual canon audio.) My poor guy has ZERO self esteem, and still wants to be a hero. He probably realized that if what Celia just told him was true, an archivist could actually kill her on the spot. My guess is that (tma spoilers) this balanced the rift not because Celia replaced her own missing soul (plenty of folks got sent through hilltop road in that same incident) but because an archivist+a person were pulled through to replace Jon and Martin. Truly excited to see where they end up, and if this archivist gets developed more as a character next season. Also the implications of interdimensional balance on what happened at the end of TMA are… interesting.

Oh Alice. Everything in this intricately balanced house of checking up on people and soothing them and deflecting tension with jokes is about to come crashing down. I’m so sorry this is happening to you.

And yes, this is a super lukewarm episode review but I do wanna say I liked this season a lot, and TMAGP is still a cut above a LOT of horror I have read/listened to this year. I’m hoping seasons 2 and 3 will either steer further into a direct TMA sequel, angle OR steer clear and become their own thing. TMAGP is stuck uncomfortably in the middle right now. Just be the good parts of her. But completely new.

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Seven

Okay if anyone is super well-versed in the whole northern songs drama, I would LOVE your insights. I haven’t really looked into it, so all I know is they lost it right before the divorce meeting. What happened? What the hell is this? -- “Which includes Paul and John,” “Just about.” “What does that mean?” “No comment.”

The scouse getting thicker and thicker after “Carolina moOOn?” What can I say? I’m a sucker for it.

Paul’s absolute sugar-cookie heart-eyes when George walks in and then Ringo’s high-pitched “Hi Georgie!” Guys. Tone it down! I know you love him. But you just saw him yesterday, and you’ll see him again tomorrow. Oh wait . . . is today the day he quits?

John. If you look at your boyfriend like that while he’s being an attention-whore, he’s going to keep being an attention whore. So just. You know. Keep in mind what you’re encouraging here.

OMG they’re KISSING! (Live George reaction)

Paul. If you give your boyfriend what he wants while he’s being an attention-whore, he’s going to keep being an attention whore. So just. You know. Keep in mind what you’re encouraging here. (but literally, John just becomes a maniac, dancing and shouting, the MOMENT Paul goes to talk to George, and Paul’s instantly like “George, what george?”)

This Paul/George fight is, boiled down, literally just Paul being paranoid and anal and George trying to reassure him. “It’s not passe, it’s just a chord . . . yeah, but some drainies suit different occasions.”

“You need Eric Clapton.” “You need George Harrison.” John wasn’t here to be cute when George walked in, so he’s making up for it now.

“If you vamp, then it takes away from his vamping.” He says to the lead guitarist. Rolling my eyes so hard right now. See, the problem is, Paul loves George. But he’s IN love with John.

Literally, a montage of them raw-dogging it on the ground would be less gay than this insanity.

Poor baby. I would’ve quit a long time ago. Good for you.

I love John’s angsty guitar and torn-up vocals post-george.

And the minute her number one hater is gone, my girl gets on a mic! Way to be, honestly. And here’s the thing. Paul and Ringo (and obviously John) love it! There should’ve been a Beatles-Ono colab on a helter-skelter type track. Would’ve killed.

Paul swinging around on that scaffolding and me doing cartwheels in the bathroom between LSAT sections. ADHD besties!

John when George quits: “If he doesn’t come back by Tuesday we get Clapton in” (which he obviously doesn’t fully mean) VS John’s reaction when Paul misses one session: sprinting down the road and climbing a wall and screaming at him

Yoko sure does know how to cater to a fearful-anxious attachment. “John, John, John, Joooooooohhhhhhhnnnn!”

Literally Mo, marry me immediately! My kingdom for a kiss! She’s literally soo beyond gorgeous, I’m dying. Okay sorry I’ll be done now.

Men are the WORST! But who is making her laugh like that? Ringo? Is she looking off in the direction of the band? I can’t tell.

Another rare Paul feminist moment! Woop! “A7, D7, G7. Get ‘em off over the weekend and you’re in.”

“So, cats and kittens. What we gonna do?” . . . “Catch up! Cats and kittens. Don’t get left behind.” ???? There have got to be so many secret jabs on RAM for John to hate it so much that we just don’t understand. Is this one of them? Was this a saying of theirs?

Okay, good job. Now that the band is here, Mo isn’t being fucking mean-girled out of the circle. Also, Ringo sits by his wife, John by his girlfriend, and Paul by his daddy. As they should.

“The maresey beat awords for the best coople of the yeeuh.” Everyone studiously ignoring him. He’s so embarrassing.

I really really love Mo, though. Like I know I’m biased because she’s pretty, but her cute little “Yes!” when Paul jokingly suggests they do it at the cavern. She loved those days. The fact that she’s an og? God bless her, literally.

“Location isn’t really our main problem at the moment.” George Martin. “It’s breathing, actually.” said in the most casual voice possible but meant with the most wounded heart. Gosh, that one hurt. And then look how George Martin looks at him. His best boy is going through it.

The huggle! Ringo initiates it with Paul, of course, turning to him and gently gripping both biceps as he forces deep, direct eye contact. But then as Ringo’s pulling away, Paul leans into him and holds him there, talking. And as Ringo’s nodding, he looks to John, who basically pounces on both of them, head bowed, arms aggressive, pulling them all in, tighter, tighter until it’s a three-way head-bonk. Ringo’s hand at John’s waist now, and Paul’s fucking iron talons clenching desperately around his bicep. But still, John manages to pull away from Paul’s grip as Yoko inserts herself between them where, really, she decidedly does Not belong. It’s got to be the most painful non-hug ever recorded on camera. Nobody knows what anyone wants, let alone how to give it to them.

Why did the gayest one also have to be the saddest one though? I guess the Lord gives his hardest battles to his gayest soldiers, smh

[pandas-pandemonium]

Yandere!Idol Group and Yandere!Manager Profiles

Here it is people, the yandere profiles of the members of the popular idol group: DI4MANTE + and their tired manager.

Alain Kumar • 26

Alain is the leader of the group, and the sweetest one too. His fans have dubbed him the unofficial "mother" of DI4MANTE, and he certainly lives up to the role. That same kindness and sweetness extends to the group's lovely assistant manager, Y/N, and is doubled even further.

The man cooks, cleans and would do it all without asking if it means being able to show what a suitable husband he'd be for you. He's also incredibly protective. What kind of lover would he be if you got hurt?! Or even worse- He doesn't like thinking too much about such horrible things.

His position as the leader of DI4MANTE also means he gets to fuss over you as much as he likes. Ever since the group got a new assistant manager to "relieve the burden off Haneul's shoulders", he's been doing everything he can under the privacy of the dressing rooms to help you in any way possible.

Going to grab waters for the group? Let him help! He's been working out with Devante recently and there's no way he could let their lovely, fragile assistant manager lift such heavy packs!

He also makes sure to prepare meals for you too! What do you mean it should be your job? No way, he's the leader of the group and he should do what he can to make sure you don't exhaust yourself. He'd still happily take any meals you give him though, and savour every spoonful.

Isa Valentine • 24

Isa's the princely one, with heavenly vocals to match. He's also the most popular member of DI4MANTE and for good reason too. His ethereal looks and naturally flirty persona has garnered a rather large fanbase. Fans also speculate whether "Valentine" is even his real surname or not.

The man appears to be perfect in every way...or so it seems. Away from the cameras, underneath that dazzling persona of his lies a rabidly obsessive individual, desperate to keep his dear assistant manager as single as possible, and willing to smear his own name by causing a scandal. Haneul has managed to hold Isa back from doing so, thankfully, but Isa's patience can only last for so long.

Isa, in one word, is a pervert. Ever since their darling assistant manager walked into their lives, his world has never been the same. He wants you to touch him, look at him, kiss him. He's definitely stolen a few of your chapsticks or lipsticks and used them before.

Out of the group, he is the second-most easily jealous yandere. If you're not paying attention to him, or praising him for breathing, his mood is downright awful. Fights have been started because he thought a member of the group or some backstage staff member was taking too much of your time. Only Devante, Alain and Haneul can hold him back when he starts going off on other innocent staff members.

So much for being a princely man.

Devante Velasco • 28

One of the main rappers of DI4MANTE, next to Alain. He's also notorious for being the fitness buff of the group, with his social media being chock full of gym pics...not that his fans would complain. Devante's the strongest of the group, and also the most possessive and jealous yandere too. The amount of water bottles that were crushed by his fearsome grip are overflowing. Devante absolutely hates the idea of you, his darling assistant manager, being in a relationship or even talking to anyone outside of their little circle. If he could, he would kill every single person who's touched you or looked at you a little too keenly for his tastes. There are way too many times that Haneul had to step in before he scared off some poor intern who was just asking you for help and caused a scandal.

Speaking of scandals, Devante has way too many to count and there have been petitions to kick him out of the group ever since you joined. Haneul has done a pretty good job covering the real reason behind the bar fights and all, but there's only so much that the company can do before people start piecing together the fragments of truth that have slipped past the eyes of the company.

It doesn't help that Devante has made it a point to find a way to leave a visible mark on his cute little assistant manager as often as possible. From little hair clips, necklaces, at one point he even offered to give you matching temporary tattoos! (He would go with a real one, but Alain persuaded him not to because that would cause way too much trouble for the group, internally and externally). Yes, Devante does have tattoos, several of them, that his diehard fans have tattooed on themselves as well. Devante's fans are the scariest, and if word ever got out about his obsession with the new assistant manager? Blood will be splilled.

Matthew (Mattie) Rhys • 22

Mattie is the youngest in DI4MANTE, and also the most obsessive. He has made a shrine to his lovely assistant manager, full of pictures and little scraps that you may have left behind. Isa had tried to steal some of the shrine's items for his own use, but that was before Mattie struck a deal with him, as suggested by Haneul, that the two of them could contribute to the shrine instead of fighting over it all the time. There's only one assistant manager and they can only contribute so much.

Mattie is like a puppy in love when it comes to the group's lovely assistant manager. He wants all your attention, and will try every way to get it. From "accidentally" hurting himself to outright interrupting your conversations to drag you off somewhere else. He will try anything as long as it means you're with him as much as possible. Needless to say, Haneul has a field day when it comes to the group's division of their time with their assistant manager.

Also, don't be fooled by Mattie's innocent looks. He may look sweet and innocent in front of the cameras and to everyone else backstage, but his members know his true colours. Underneath lies a deeply jealous and lowkey manipulative man, who has managed to keep the innocent facade up in front of you to the point that he could touch you inappropriately and still brush it off as an "accident".

Haneul Kang • 30

The Manager of DI4MANTE, who is seriously overworked. It's why he suggested bringing on an assistant manager in the first place. While his general idol management workload has decreased significantly since your appearance, his emotional workload has doubled. It frustrates Haneul that the boys of DI4MANTE has set their sights on you when if it wasn't for them, he could have you all to himself.

However, he still agreed to Alain's proposition to work together as a team when it comes to keeping your affections and attention focused on them. It's easier to keep the rats away when there's a whole group to keep watch after all. Even so, dealing with the frequent fights caused by Devante and Isa is no easy task, that and the many scandals that have arose since your entry into the group's dynamics. Haneul doesn't mind...too much, however. If it is for you, no obstacle is hard enough to overcome.

Haneul's another protective yandere, and he has worked with Alain several times to make sure you're not overworking yourself or placing yourself in harm's way. The amount of jobs lost in the company is a suitable sacrifice. People who could endanger your well-being don't deserve to be in your presence anyways.

Overall, Haneul is a massive enabler for DI4MANTE. He sees no reason to discourage their affections for you (so long as it's only the 5 of them and no one else), and is happy to keep the group's image as clean as possible as long as it means that you'll stay with them.

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Rammblings Nijmegen 2024-06-18

The Show (part 2)

- Sound and music were pretty good, as a guitarists-fan i was looking forward to Richard's solos, but the first one i couldn't really hear well, maybe the sound was a bit off there, but that must have been just a glitch, because elsewhere it was great (Ausländer solo os so beautiful 🥰). I know some people mention there's playback on some songs, but honestly, i don't care, we were all looking forward to a great show after being wet and cold for a while, that i just wanted it to look and sound the best it could 🌺 (Maybe it was me, but at Adieu i think there was someone off key at some point 😊 so that definitely wasn't playback, but they pulled it together)

- Paul and Olli's side i could watch pretty well, although i didn't see Olli that well, on IG photos i see that he wore a darker shirt for part of the show, maybe that had something to do with it. Paul was for the most part of the show playing with his micstand and doing Paul things like he usually does 😊

- Flake is great in his gold outfit, no trouble following where he's going, and i loved his 'stuck doing the Till-hammer' but, with team feuerzone egging him on chanting 'Flake, Flake' 😄

- Richard looked great, even from that distance (he didn't bother trying his hair to stand up and started with the hair combed down), and i lived his backing vocals, especially at Puppe, you could really hear his voice in the sound as well 🥰

- sometimes i read fans not liking the songs from the Untitled album that much, because 'it isn't Rammstein as it should be', but honestly, some of the songs that got the crowd moving the best, were actually Ausländer and Radio, and even the Deutschland remix with the stickmen dance was great at getting the crowd to dance along, until that point in the show the crowd were mainly watching (not team feuerzone, they always moved ofcourse), but those songs really melted the ice (maybe that was also the moment the rain started to drizzle out, don't remember). Loved the stickmen dance (which i didn't think i would), the 4 guys did a little 'kickline' at some point, and some other funny stuff, and we in our little corner on the stands danced along 😊

- And ofcourse the big songs like Sonne (when the sun really showed for the first time), Du Hast, Deutschland, DRSG, Mein Teil were great as well, but i really loved all the songs, not one exception ❤️

- I was too far away to really notice if 'fun was had' on stage (you know i like it when the guys have fun on stage), but i loved Paul and Richard playing together, love that their Mein Teil intro is always a bit different (up until that point they played pretty much their regular 'roles'), think Till tried to distract Paul before that intro a little bit to prevent him from going to center stage 😊 but the tower was obstructing my view a bit, so really only saw afterwards on social media all the details 😄 but that's okay, they had fun, that is the main thing 🥰

- i really enjoyed my first show, and i really wanted the band to know it, i wouldn't have minded if they stuck around on stage a bit longer at the after-Sonne-bows and the final salut so we could cheer them on more, but that isn't the Rammstein way and i accept that 😊

- and the best part: i get to do it again today (and it looks like it will be dry) 🥰

[crybaby-bkg]

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Bakugou x f!reader Warnings/Tags: anxiety, NSFW, bakugou picks reader up once, penetrative sex, oral sex (f!receiving), riding, fingering, confessions Word Count: 6.9k Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI!

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It had been only a week since your big blowup with Mercy at the annual hero gala. The interaction had gone viral, made national headlines, and the public was split 50/50 on the whole situation, the heroes especially. Some felt betrayed; like you were an infiltrator coming in to steal their best knowledge so that you could turn around and go back to “villainous” life. Others felt as though that this was the kind of change that needed to happen in hero society; that they needed to bring aboard any and all kinds of people, that being a hero was about acceptance and understanding. 

You didn’t think Bakugou would speak much about it—he didn’t address a lot of shit surrounding him because he believed that his hero work would always do the talking for him—but he was more than vocal about everything. He posted a few videos in defense of you, his girlfriend, about how everyone needed to shut the fuck up and let you live your fucking life. He told off a few reporters and paps who questioned his integrity of being a hero when it came to accepting someone who so blatantly went against the law, but his response was always to cuss them out and sometimes even break their cameras. 

In a sense, it warmed you in a way that you never really wanted yourself to feel. You never felt deserving of it much, and you really don’t now, to see the backlash that he’s gotten for supporting someone like you. A lot of heroes have been under fire for speaking out in their acceptance of you, even Number 2 hero Miruko, who made it known that she stands with you. 

It was confusing, really, on how you should feel yourself. You ruined so many good hero careers by just being in their proximity, but you know you were doing a good thing. You just had to go about everything secretively because you knew that this would be the response back that you would get. 

You just didn’t understand why Mercy would do that to you. Was it jealousy? Was she upset that you had pulled yourself out of this warehouse, found solace in someone you could trust wholeheartedly? Was it betrayal of leaving her, of leaving the vigilantes who became who they were in dedication to your cause of fighting back? What was it?

She hasn’t been by the warehouse, and you don’t think she’s coming back ever, now. When you had arrived a week ago, sweaty and crying and heaving, and told Vanity everything, she got this look on this face, as if in thought. She had rushed to the room that Mercy would stay in, came back with this aghast look on her face, started pulling at her hair and sobbing. She told you that Mercy had talked about cleaning out her room before, leaving this place since the morals had started “changing.”  Vanity hadn’t thought to say anything to you, thought nothing of it, and now—

Now you’re exposed to the whole world by someone you thought you could’ve trusted. Who would’ve known you would’ve been betrayed by someone who went through the same things as you, over someone from a completely different world? Everyone in the warehouse was so afraid that the outside people would be your downfall, and yet they turned out to be the ones bringing you under. 

It’s all so confusing and muddy and so, so fucking draining. Your mind has been racing ever since that night, trying to put the pieces together of everything. Had Mercy been working with somebody? Had she somehow gotten into contact with Eddie and convinced him to alter your dress so that she could expose you? Was this all a set up by someone higher up? Did they want you gone in such a way that it would ruin your entire being until you passed on? Did they all want you gone?

It’s too much to think about, and you find yourself sleeping in later than you usually would. The only thing you do when awake is check public opinion and barely swallow the food Vanity shoves in your mouth, before you find yourself falling into your cot again. You knew this would happen if your identity was exposed, and there’s already conversation stirring on if you’re the same invisible person that went missing all those years ago. 

It’s overwhelming, even more so going through it all alone. Vanity is there, yes, but you’ve found yourself seeking the comfort of someone who holds you in a way that feels more secure than a weighted blanket. Bakugou has called you more times than you can count in this past week, but you ignore him, unready to deal with all that will come with him. 

Are you safe? Where are you? Can you come home? Please? The house is too quiet without you. I bought too much tea because its habit now. Fuckin come back home. 

He sends you text after text, leaves voicemail after voicemail, his tone getting more and more pleading, more desperate, more angry, frustrated. But you can’t answer him, can’t ruin his life more than you already have by leeching onto him again. You’ll just have to be alone again. It’s good for everybody, you muse over. 

You’ll have to be alone, until you’re not. 

“Um, somebody’s outside. For you.” Vanity says, her words choppy as she stands in your doorway. You look over your shoulder where you lay down in your cot, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as you yawn into your palm. 

“For me? Who found the warehouse?” You ask, sitting up quickly as the reality of the situation dawns on you, tiredness suddenly eviscerated. This was a safe space you carved out for yourself and others around you; how could Vanity be so calm knowing that someone is outside asking for you specifically? 

She opens her mouth to answer, but a familiar call of your name makes you give pause. You look at her with wide eyes, mouth pressed tightly together, as she mirrors your look before shrugging. 

“I didn’t give him the address. I have no idea how he found this place.” She answers, hands in the air in defense of herself. You don’t move from your spot when you hear another call of your name from outside. 

“Fuckin’ know you’re in there, so come out before I blast this fuckin’ door down!” Bakugou yells, and you’re ripping the covers off of you with such a haste, that Vanity jumps out of your way when you go storming down the steps. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, shit head!” You yell back to him, racing quickly to the door. But as you get there, the barrier between you two is evident. If you let him in, then you could hurt him even more, could ruin every good thing going for him. You could be his downfall because you got your mess all over him, could pull him down. Its not like you could give him anything useful, besides your quirk. Its the only thing you’re good for, right? 

So you keep the door closed, leaning heavily on the metal, your ear pressed to its coldness. You speak lowly, unsure if you really want to be heard, afraid of him whispering back, of what he might say. 

“What do you want?” You ask, eyes glued to the bottom of the door where the shadows of his feet stand, restless. He huffs like a bull, and you can hear him shuffling closer to the door, mirroring your position. 

“I need to talk to you.” Bakugou starts before he pauses, swallowing thickly, his voice a whisper. “I need you.” He confesses, the sincerity in his voice making you flinch back. You glance to your feet, to the shoes you brought for yourself before you got with him, tattered and raggedy and falling apart at the seams. You mirror Mercy now, think back on the pristine image you had started flaunting of yourself, now again reduced to vigilante life—nothing too valuable, nothing too flashy, nothing too identifiable. 

“You were fine before without me.” You murmur, teeth clenched as you fight back the tears springing to your eyes. They burn with the unshed saltiness, and you try to blink them away but its no use. Bakugou scoffs at that though, and you can damn near see him rolling his eyes the way he always does. 

“Yeah, and I was a dumbass for not having you in my life sooner.” He scoffs, and the so easy confession makes your heart squeeze tight in your chest. He says it like he’s so sure, that he knows that life is better with you, that life is nothing without you. Or maybe you’re just overselling your value to him. 

“Open the door?” He inquires quietly after a few seconds, his feet shuffling again. You bite the inside of your cheek, swallowing thickly as you try to find the trust you had put in him only a few weeks ago. Why is it gone now? Why is it so hard to open up, metaphorically and literally? Why does it feel like you’re opening up the cage to your heart by letting him in one more time? 

“I don’t wanna ruin your career more than I already have, Bakugou.” You tell him through gritted teeth, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. He can hear the shakiness in your voice, his words softening as he speaks to the door. 

“You haven’t ruined shit for me.” He promises you, tone so gentle, as if he cradles you in his arms, nurturing. “And don’t call me Bakugou. You know that.” He scolds you, though his voice still remains soft. You chuckle humorlessly under your breath as you rest your left side on the coldness of the door, head leaning against it, eyes unseeing. 

“Is Dynamight better?” You jab, mouth pulling down in a frown, your look unknowingly matching his own outside. 

“Don’t be an ass.” He chides, and it only makes you frown even harder, as you cross your arms petulantly. 

“You know that’s what I know best.” You remark, voice lowered, unsure if he even heard you. He goes quiet for a few beats too long, makes you want to swing the door open just to make sure he’s still out there before slamming it back closed in his face. When your hand hovers over the door handle, does he finally speak. 

“Please.” He whispers, barely audible. “Just let me in so we can talk. I have a few people that have some words for you, too.” He promises, his feet shuffling restlessly once more. 

You toggle the idea around in your head, wonder how wrong everything could go if you let him in one more time. If you hadn’t before, then none of this wouldn’t have happened. You would’ve stayed the Red Medusa, would’ve stayed hidden in the shadows, picking fights with men, living in hiding and in fear of the outside world with Vanity. You would’ve stayed stagnant, been who you were forever, before someone finally had the gall to take you out of here. 

But by letting Bakugou in, you got the chance to grow, even if it was in tiny ways everyday. You got the chance to work through your fears, understand that not every man is someone trying to hurt you, that you’re more than your quirk, that you’re useful even when you don’t use it. You trusted him, and he gave you everything he could, even when you didn’t ask for it, all because he wanted to see you better yourself as a person. And when the world started turning on you, he stayed the same, forevermore, sure that the person you always were and growing to better, was someone worth fighting for. 

So, you swing open the door, arms crossed in front of you as you look down at his stupid big boots. 

“Make it quick.” You tell him, mouth twisted this way and that. You finally glance up to his even stupider face, frowning when he only stares at you with this funny little look. He tilts his head to the side, before his eyebrows raise. 

“You look like shit.” He tells you, before he grins, boyish and wide and stupid and—and you hate it so much how his own smile makes you smile. You roll your eyes at him, arms still crossed over your chest when he steps up to you, until his chest brushes against your skin, sending goosebumps down your arms. He looks down his nose at you, the lines around his eyes pulling with how he smiles at you, hands shoved in his pockets. 

“I missed you.” He tells you, honest, nodding his head once to you. You look away, face burning at the way he’s drinking you in, your mind placing you back to the nights when he would look only at you. 

“Yeah, cause I’m fuckin’ missable.” You snark back to him, turning up your nose when he only chuckles at your snappiness. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and you feel your facade starting to crumble second by second, eyes glancing back to him repeatedly as the seconds tick on. 

“What?” You snap after a while, placing your hands on your hips as you look at him with this scrunched up face that he only smiles harder at. 

“You didn’t miss me?” Bakugou asks, head tilting to the side again, his hands itching to reach out and hold you and kiss you and feel you again. It’s been so long. 

“It’s only been a week, get over yourself.” You scoff, rolling your eyes, ignoring how his smile drops just the tiniest bit. He reaches out, finally, hesitantly, to softly grasp at your waist, gaze intently watching you to gauge how you’ll respond. When you don’t move away from him, his hold becomes firm. 

“Yeah, well its felt like a lifetime not having you with me.” He whispers, eyebrows pulling down ever so softly. His cheeks have become rosy, his bottom lip pouting out. Only now do you notice the stubble on his chin, think about the last time he’s shaved, realize that he only does it the mornings you remind him, and you haven’t spoken to him all week. You scoff, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him close to you, burrowing your face into his chest. 

“Fuckin’ sap. Gross. Get outta here with that shit.” You bemoan, pinching at his nape when he only laughs at you, loud and hearty and ugly and obnoxious. You don’t think you’ve ever liked a sound more. 

“You missed me so fuckin’ bad, yeah?” Bakugou asks in your hair, pulling away from you so he can cup your face in his big, warm palms. You groan and roll your eyes again, leading him down to you as you meet him halfway. 

“Shaddup.” You whisper against his lips, pressing them to his own, something so soft and intimate and—and comfortable. You forgot how much you loved the feel of his mouth on yours, the hitch in his breath whenever you come back for another kiss and another, until your air becomes his own, and his air becomes yours. You kiss him and you kiss him and you kiss him until you’re suffocated, and only he can save you. 

After you finally part from each other, you pull him fully into the warehouse, sitting him down on the communal couch after introducing him to Vanity. She was nervous looking, unused to anyone you hadn’t approved being in your space, a man especially. But she calms when she sees you sink into his side on the couch familiarly, like you always do at home with him. 

“You said some people had some words for me?” You ask after a few minutes, leaning back to look at Bakugou fully. He nods at that, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. He types on it silently for a few seconds, makes you and Vanity look at each other in unbridled anticipation. When a minute passes, does he put the phone on speaker, the sharp ringing rattling through the empty warehouse. It goes on for entirely too long, before someone finally answers. 

“Is she with you?” The person on the other line asks, makes your eyebrows screw up in unfocused recognition. You look to Bakugou for answers, and he finally shows you the caller ID. 

“Yes, I’m here, Yuu.” You breathe out heavily, chest suddenly tightening, your palms getting clammy. You can feel your breath starting to shorten, looking to Bakugou again for answers, but he only rubs a soothing and warm hand up your back, pressing firmly to make you straighten. It was a technique made to help someone with anxiety, and although you never talked about yours, he always seemed to know what to do best with his hands when you were getting worked up. 

“Good. There are a few things we need to discuss.” He tells you, straight to the point, doesn’t even let you get a word in before he starts again. “First and foremost, I want to apologize about what happened to you last week at the gala. But, I also want to apologize for even putting you in the position of having to hide your identity in the first place.” You sink into the couch a little at the weight of his words, exhaling deeply as you straighten your legs, eyes focused intently on the phone Bakugou holds. 

“It was unfair of me to continue to hold you in secrecy, because I wasn’t sure how the world would handle you as an up and coming hero. But, you’ve hidden enough, haven’t you?” Yuu asks, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret with you. You nod slowly, before realizing that he can’t see you. 

“Yeah,” you whisper back, throat closing in on you. You’ve always been hidden, been invisible to the world. Before you were kidnapped, while you were experiencing the worst hell for three years, and then again after you escaped. You were so tired of having to hide—it was exhausting. 

“I’ve talked to more of my Hero Commission buddies about you.” Yuu says after a few beats of silence, and it makes you choke out a laugh as you hug your knees to your chest. 

“That sounds terrifying.” You admit, to which Bakugou kind of nods in understanding at that. 

“It was, knowing that my job could’ve been on the line for not detailing your entire history to them when introducing you as a new hero.” He confesses, pausing briefly before his lips smack together as he begins speaking again. 

“But, we all reviewed the footage of you in various battles, both by yourself and with Dynamight, and we believe that you would fit best as a hero, independent of her past and not hidden. How does that sound?” Yuu asks you, and for a second, the world stops around you. 

They…they still want you? Entirely? They don’t want just your quirk, or just what you can offer to society? The Hero Commission wants to bring you fully on board, despite knowing your past, your violence toward those who have done wrong? They want you, unhidden and open and free and—and you? 

“Are you serious?” You whisper, blinking back an onslaught of tears. Bakugou rubs your back, and you look across the coffee table over to Vanity on the other couch. Her mouth is dropped open, her eye wide as she stares at you, unsure of how you’ll answer, of what they’re really offering. 

“As can be.” Yuu states confidently, and you can practically see him nodding his head to you. “You had a lot of heroes vouching for you, you know that? All said you were a good person, and that your cause of being a vigilante wasn’t for naught.” 

You think back on the heroes you got to know in this seemingly short course of time, how many had known of your story and how many were unaware. How they still welcomed you with open arms and treated you so kindly, even if you would hiss at them like some feral cat whenever they got too close. The vouched for you? You couldn’t believe it, the overwhelming presence you somehow had gathered within these people, enough to make them want to fight for you, see you, have you amongst them. 

“We believe that you should take that same courageous outlook on life and put it somewhere with structure, to keep you and the others around you safe.” Yuu finishes, and you all sit there in silence as you take everything he said in. You perk up though, when a question arises, suddenly sinking back into yourself, into Bakugou’s flank. 

“What about my identity?” You whisper, picking at your bottom lip as you stare unseeingly at the ground in front of you. “Will I have to reveal…everything?” Your words make your stomach sink at the thought. People were speculating who you really were, but no one had gotten it right just yet. You knew you should control the narrative before it was spun uncontrollably, but that meant being vulnerable with not just Bakugou or Vanity, but the entirety of Japan. 

You weren’t sure if you were ready for that yet. 

“That would be the goal, yes. Only for the people to trust you.” Yuu states, his words making your heart feel as though it may burst out of your chest in anxiety. “But, Miruko said she would be willing to step forward and speak alongside with you, if that made you more comfortable.” 

In a sense, it does. Your “case” was never broadcasted to the world, and you later found out that that was because she had killed those men. Heroes weren’t technically supposed to kill villains, but those men had been high profile Yakuza members (and the boss of the clan) wreaking havoc for years. It was justified, but definitely nothing to brag about on the news. Having Miruko there willing to speak the truth about the entirety of the situation was calming, but didn’t completely settle your nerves. 

“I’ll think about it.” You say after a moment or two has passed. Yuu makes a noise of acknowledgement from the back of his throat, Bakugou and Vanity staring at you intently. 

“Get back to me as soon as you find an answer within yourself. I hope to hear from you.” He says before quickly hanging up. The air in the room is heavy, all of you sitting tensely as his words finally dawn on you. 

“Wow.” Vanity starts with a huff laugh. “My girl’s working her way up to become a full hero, uncovered. Never thought I’d see the day.” She says, although her words sound bittersweet when they spill from her lips. You look at her forlornly, smile barely evident on your face. 

“Me neither. It’s a bittersweet feeling, really.” You mutter, reaching across the coffee table to hold her hands, squeezing her rough palms within your own. “Who else am I gonna fight beside in the street? Him?” You hook your thumb over your shoulder as you make a face of disgust, both of you laughing when Bakugou pinches you softly on your hip. 

“Oi,” he frowns at you, but it doesn’t stay long, not when his eyes are captured by the sight you make in front of him. Looking over your shoulder, grinning, vulnerable. You’re not that angry and terrified person you used to be when he first met you, but he thinks he’s loved you since then, anyway. 

…

You return home with Bakugou that night, after packing up the last of your belongings you still kept hidden away at the warehouse. He holds your hand the entire drive there, afraid that if he lets go, then you might disappear right in front of him again. 

The walk up is quiet, but there’s a certain thickness that lies heavy between the two of you. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself in the elevator ride up, grasping your hips and waist as he kissed every inch of your skin that was visible. As you close the heavy front door behind you both, something changes, makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up as you look at him from over your shoulder. 

He’s taking off his jacket, and helps you out of yours. Does the same with his shoes, your shoes, until you’re standing in front of each other, gazing at the others expression. He looks like he wants something, like he wants to pull and hold and grasp, but he’s afraid that his grip may be too tight. That he might hurt you, break you, shatter you right then and there. 

So you make the first move, pulling him into you with a quickness that makes him gasp, a sound you rarely hear from the hero. He’s trained so well, doesn’t surprise easy, and yet here he is; gasping again and again into your mouth with every nip at his lip, every lick of your tongue against his. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck. Its your turn to gasp when he suddenly picks you up, wrapping strong hands easily under your thighs as he instantly begins walking. 

He stumbles this way and that, pausing every few steps to push you against the wall, pin you between his stiffening body, his prodding tongue into your mouth. Bakugou steps back from the wall, finally pulling away from your lips to go in the direction of his room, stumbles again when you latch your mouth to his neck. His eyes flutter at the bite you imprint into his skin, falling on the bed, barely catching himself upright on his palms beside your head. 

You both look at each other now, fully. His lips are kiss-swollen and pinker than before, his cheeks rosy and his hair mused from you running your fingers through it. You’re sure you’re in no better condition, with the way you pant and lick your lips, eyes darting down to the heavy weight that rests against your leg. 

“How far do you wanna go?” Bakugou asks you, breathy, licking at your darting tongue quickly. You reach up to push his bangs back from his eyes, heart suddenly hammering in your chest as you think about it. 

Are you really ready for this? Your body is aching for it, has been since before you wanted to fully admit the truth, but—this was a big step. You haven’t slept with someone in ages, but you know that Bakugou would never hurt you, would listen to your every whim, cry, command, and complaint without hesitation. So, with a gulp, you cup his scarred cheek in hand, whisper, 

“All the way.” You confess, pulling him down for another kiss when he moans at your words. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, reaching a hand down to adjust himself in his pants. “Ya sure? I can always stop at anytime if—”

“I’m sure.” You interject with a nod, following his hand to cup him through his pants. That earns you a sharp gasp, his elbows shaking with the weight of keeping himself upright on top of you. His head hangs low and you can’t see his face for a moment before he lifts up again, a fierce look in his eye that sends shivers down your spine. 

“Is it okay if I eat you out first?” Katsuki asks quietly, his voice holding a certain roughness to it that makes your thighs clamp together in shock. “I’ve been wanting to for ages now.”

You lay there for a second, suddenly feeling lightheaded at his question. You swallow a few times, looking at him unblinking, as he licks his lips absentmindedly. 

“Uhh, I don’t know.” You spit out after too long of a moment has passed. Katsuki’s eyebrows go up in surprise, a chuckle forced out of him as he cocks his head to the side in question. 

“You don’t know?” He repeats before kissing your eyelids gently. “I don’t have to if you’re not comfortable, or don’t like it, or whatever, but—”

“I’ve never been eaten out before.” You confess in a hurry, swallowing nervously when his entire body goes rigid. He blinks at you a couple of times before he sits back on his knees, making you raise up on your elbows, frowning. 

“Nobody’s ever put their mouth on your pussy before? Seriously?” Katsuki asks, crude, makes you groan and cover your face as you fall back flat on the bed. 

“Stop being so lewd and just,” you swallow again, voice falling quiet as you peek at him between your hands, legs spreading just slightly around him. “Just do it already.” You give him the permission to, letting him pull your hands away as he hovers over you with the kindest look you think you’ve ever seen him wear. 

“Tell me if you wanna stop, okay?” He tells you, kissing you once, twice, when you give him an affirmative hum. You help him remove your pants, pulling your own shirt over your head, and his too until you’re only in your underwear, and he’s in his sweatpants. 

Katsuki helps you scoot up his bed until your head rests in his pillows, his scent suddenly wafting around you. It makes your head feel fuzzy and heady, especially when you stare between your legs that rest on his shoulders, and the look he gives you to ask for permission. 

You nod once, already biting at your lip when Katsuki slowly slides your underwear down your legs. He’s seen you before down there, briefly, just a few times, but never this close. Never with his breath wafting over your sensitive hole, never with his eyes drinking in every detail that makes you up, never with his mouth suddenly parting your lips with a thick tongue. 

You gasp at that, hands suddenly grasping for purchase on his throw pillows, his hair, grip tight already. You can feel more than hear Katsuki chuckle at that, leaning back to admire the way you twitch when his thumbs pull your lips apart to expose your hole to his prying eyes. 

“So sensitive,” he whispers when your clit twitches at his breath tickling it, laughing crudely when you pull at his hair. “Sorry, sorry.” He says, full of shit, because he’s back to licking softly all around you until you twist in his sheets. He hasn’t even done much, and you’re already panting, already clamping your thighs around his head. 

In past experiences, you never enjoyed the act of sex much. It was always about your partner, about their pleasure, about getting it done as quick as possible. No one ever took their time with you, and now, it almost feels torturous with the slow licking from clit to taint that Katsuki bestows upon you. 

He sucks your twitching nub into his mouth, tongue rolling against the small bundle of nerves, makes you cry out in surprise. He holds your thighs to his ears, has given up on trying to pry them apart, finds solace in the earmuffs you make for him. Your cries for him are muted, but he figures he can just make you a little louder to hear everything better. 

Katsuki finds your hole again with his tongue, dipping into the softness of you, slurping back the juices that leak out onto his awaiting muscle. He spits it back onto you, crude and nasty, and you can feel his smile when your volume gets a little louder. 

“Can I put a finger in?” He asks you, rests his messy cheek against your thigh when he comes up for air. You moan at the sight of him; hair tussled from your pulling, lips shining with the remnants of you, mouth pulled into a smile at the fucked out look plastered on your pretty face. 

“Yeah,” you nod quickly, feeling like a bobblehead from the desperation that oozes out of you. Katsuki kisses the inside of your thigh in thanks to that, before he’s diving back down to kiss your clit before sucking it back into his mouth. Your eyes clench shut when rubs the pad of his finger over your hole, has zero resistance from pushing in from how wet you’ve gotten. You clench around him though, unused to the penetration, mouth pouting when he slides the entirety of his finger inside the same time he flicks his tongue on the tip of your clit. 

He works you like a musician would a beloved instrument, like a painter would a brush. Katsuki almost feels familiar to your body, like he’s been here time and time beforehand, like he knows you best without you ever having to tell him. 

After a minute or so, does he work his second finger in. This one gives a little resistance, and you pull at his hair when you whine. But he soothes you, as he always does, holding his fingers still, waiting for you to relax around him as he peppers you in kisses and licks and bites. He attaches his mouth to your clit and sucks, eyes falling shut at the sensation of the small bud twitching on his tongue. He lathes over it again and again until he feels you loosen, and only then does he start to crook his fingers inside of you. 

It’s an odd sensation, really, being prepped for sex in such a way that the word intimacy doesn’t even begin to describe it. It makes tears spring to your eyes as your hips start moving on their own, grinding down on his fingers as he encourages you with a moan against your clit. 

“There we go, ride my tongue, baby.” Katsuki moans, and you gasp at that, at the pet name he’s given you. He’s never called you anything besides your name, because of your usual dislike of the terms. But hearing them spill from his lips while they’re lathering all over your cunt is something euphoria doesn’t even begin to touch. 

“Think I’m gonna cum,” you mumble, eyes clenched shut before you force them open to look between your legs. Katsuki has this damn near pornographic look on his face; his eyes have fallen so low, his mouth agape as his tongue swipes over your aching clit, his lips swollen, bottom half of his face messy, hair gripped tight between your fist. 

“Lemme feel it, lemme taste it.” He goads you, grinning when your mouth drops open, eyebrows screwing up as you throw your head back. With only another crook of his fingers inside of you and suck of your clit, do you explode in his mouth, back arching off of the bed. Your toes curl in the air, thighs clamping even tighter around Bakugou’s head, a cry ripping out of your throat as you cum with such an intensity, that your vision blanks for a moment. 

When you come down, its to the sound of Katsuki sucking his own fingers clean, and you think that the sight may actually kill you. You plop back down onto his pillows, and he laughs at you, pressing another kiss to your mound before he crawls up your body. He kisses you, and you feel yourself clench at your own taste ripe on his tongue, moaning into his mouth as you reach down to palm him through his pants. But Katsuki catches your hand, holds it in his own, smiling when you pull back with a frown. 

“Don’t you want me to…?” Your words go unsaid as you look between his legs, at the boner that lays heavily against the constraints of his pants. Katsuki shakes his head at you though, kissing you again, mumbling against your mouth,

“Nah, tonight’s all about you. Lemme show you just how much I missed you.” He whispers. You two fall entangled into the sheets, sharing kisses and quiet laughs as you both fully undress. He pinches your hip when you squeeze at his chest and you moan when he licks at yours. You lay facing each other, his cock poking at your bellybutton as you look between the both of you. 

Katsuki gazes at you from under his lashes, biting at his bottom lip as he rests a hand on your side. He goes to turn you to lay you flat on your back, but you stop him with a firm hand on his chest. He pauses, eyes suddenly getting serious, but you kiss him quiet before he can worry. 

“Let me be in control,” you whisper against his mouth, pulling back to gauge his reaction. Afraid that he may pull away, might reject you, demand that he stay in control. But Katsuki only smiles easily, pulling you in once more for a kiss. 

“Anything for you, baby.” He promises, sounds so sincere that it makes a few things throb. Without another word, Katsuki lets you roll him over until he rests his head in the pillows, handing you the condom he plucks out from his nightstand. 

“This better be a new, unused pack.” You mutter, ripping the condom open. He laughs at that, holding your hips firm as you sit on top of him. His cock is warm and rigid when you hold it in your hands, slowly rolling the condom on with such precision, that his heart swells. 

“Got ‘em when we first started doing…stuff together.” Katsuki confesses, biting at his lip when you wrap your hand around his shaft. His eyes follow your movements, how you raise on your knees above him, take in a shaky breath as you look down your nose at him. 

“Expecting to get some?” You ask softly, parting your lips with your free hand as you grip him firmly in the other. Katsuki chokes at that, nails digging into your skin as he holds you tightly. 

“I was hopeful,” he confesses, as a groan rips through his clenched teeth when you slowly start to sink down onto his cock. You suck in a shaky breath, eyes fluttering closed at the slight sting that eats away at you. He’s so fuckin’ thick, you feel like you’re being split open. But you lean over him, mouth falling open in a moan as you work your way up and down slowly, tongue flicking out to tease at his bottom lip. 

“Fuckin’ pervert.” You snarl at him playfully, sudden smile gone when his hips buck ever so slightly at your words. “Never woulda thought degradation would be your thing.” You mumble, gazing between your legs to see that you’re more than halfway down. Gods, it feels like its never ending, but the pleasure is so min numbingly delicious, you can’t help but chase after the fullness. 

“Anything you do suddenly becomes my thing,” Katsuki confesses, rubbing a soothing hand when you start to quiver the closer you get to dropping all the way down. And when you do—you think you finally understand what bliss truly feels like. 

He guides you as you ride him, but he gives you full control the entire time. Holds you sturdy without controlling the pace, accepts every kiss you press to his mouth, moans lewdly whenever you clench around him. He palms your tits and rubs his thumb over your nipples, cock twitching every time you throw your head back in pleasure. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you moan, eyes clenched shut as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Katsuki holds you tight to him, arms wrapping around you in a bear hug as he resists the urge to start snapping his hips up into you. You wanted control and he would let you have every second of it that you desired. 

Your pace is slow, not torturous, but enough to leave the aching build of climax just a touch away. You turn your head to capture his lips in a kiss, the softest one yet, and he holds you so close to him, you think you’ve fused into one. 

You cum first, without surprise, when his fingers find your clit pressed between your bodies. His thick fingertips are rough and rub against you just right, send you soaring over the edge as you cling to him. You cry out softly, clenching around him so tight that he fills the condom quicker than he ever expected to. 

You both lay there for a while, holding each other, trying to gather your breaths as you take everything in. You just had sex—good sex, with Number Four hero Dynamight, your boyfriend. If you would’ve told this to yourself a year ago, you wouldn’t have believed it. But now, it all makes sense; everything falls into place perfectly. 

“I love you.” You confess when you think he may have fallen asleep, face tucked into the crook of his shoulder. But Katsuki tenses at that, in surprise, before he relaxes. He guides your face gently from his skin, so that you can take in the flushed look on his face, and he can take in the contented one of yours. 

“I love you.” He repeats, voice soft, carmine eyes bouncing all over your face before they meet your gaze. You take him in for another second before you kiss him again and again and again and think—this feels right. Nothing has ever felt more right than this. 

chapter fourteen (final chapter)

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I See Fire

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a/n: i'm dedicating this to my love @tinygarbage because the percy brainrot has been unreal for both of us. i thought this up after watching a tiktok (pls don't ask me i literally watched it once, swiped out of the app, then threw my phone across the room) and so this is what we got fellers. ALSO, one line is directly inspired by/from the D&D movie, so i give credit to my boy edgin because honestly the scene about him being so unapologetically honest about his mistakes was everything to me (i also guessed his dialogue word-for-word that entire time and was RIGHT). honestly thinking ab whether or not if i wanna make a part 2 to this..

divider by @saradika ! ❤️‍🔥

word count: 682 words (who knew i could actually write under 1k)

pairings: percy de rolo x reader

warnings & tags: angst, past trauma, arguing, cursing, miscommunication, unresolved ending

“No!-” You seethe, hands balling into fists at your sides, “Don’t you get it?”

Percy scoffed, “You ask that like I should know, and I don’t!” He raised a pointed finger to you, “How can I when all you ever do is leave us in the dark!”

Your jaw clenches as you turn away. White-hot anger blazed your body and blotted out everything else, even the tears that brimmed your eyes and streaked your cheeks.

“Always putting yourself at an arm’s distance, acting like you have the biggest burden to carry– well, guess what? We all have shit of our own!” His rigid tone made your face scrunch up. “You push away every single person that tries to get under the surface, including us! We’re supposed to be a team, damn it!”

You hated him. His pompous attitude and sense of entitlement, as if he’s somehow better than everyone else, or deserves explanations for things that don’t concern him. You hated his stupid glasses that made him look pretentious as hell, and that unnecessary trench coat he wore at all times. And the way he constantly whips out some sort of contraption that leaves the others in awe, stroking his ego, but you wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction.

But what you really hated, arguably most of all, was that he saw you. Right through all the acts and walls you put up to protect yourself– a promise that there’d be no more pain and tears for as long as you lived out your days.

A promise now shattered.

“Without trust, we are nothing.” The words are venomous, so full of exasperation that it strains his voice on the last word.

A sigh and some shuffling follows a moment or two after, and all you can think is how he’s undeniably soothing the crease between his brows while his other hand rests on his hip, a classic pose of his in high-stress situations. Not that you ever paid attention…

“Believe me, it’s not worth living life that way.” His voice was softer, almost apologetic, “It’s… lonely.”

Had you been completely blinded by your own emotions, you would’ve taken the opportunity to tell him to shove it and kick rocks, but you spared him.

“I, too, thought it was easier. I’d seen my loved ones hunted like game, my own sister betrayed our family name, Whitestone had been–”

“Whitestone still stands,” you snap harshly, abruptly cutting him off. “My home does not.”

It’s then you finally turn back to him with a chilling glare and darkened features. His expression drops to widened eyes and slightly raised brows, clear that he’d not been expecting that response. But now it started, and you couldn’t stop.

“My friends do not– my family does not.” The words are registering at higher decibels that burn your throat after each word, “My life– everything!”

You march up to him, squaring up before his infuriatingly tall frame, locking eyes with his. You were shouting in his face, reaching a point of zenith you didn’t know you had, your vocal cords raw and sore that you were sure they could snap at any moment.

“I’ve lost everything that ever mattered to me and it was all my fault!”

Your body is trembling from the sheer force of the confession, and the air isn’t getting to your lungs the way you need it to right now. Your eyes, narrowed and fierce, fight to maintain their focus, but that buried, broken part of you is clawing its way out with a strength you can’t compete against.

His eyes flicker between yours, his face softened by a frown. You force yourself to look anywhere but his pitying gaze; you don’t need or want it, especially from him. You hastily wipe away the tears with the back of your hand, take a sharp breath in, and then exhale deeply. Out of all people, you couldn’t believe the one person to break you down would be none other than fucking Percival Fredrickstein von Mu—

“You don’t really believe that… do you?”

Yes, of course I do.