#my phone camera is not good in low light but he was moving too much for night mode lol

[sandinmybed]

I got a couple of genuinely nice pics of Dan too so here you go

[oreo-creampie]

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮/ 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 & 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vibrator, fingering you in the car, cock sucking, public/caught (kind of), light begging, jerking off, small hints of handjob, light dacryphilia, overstimulation, satoru records you sucking suguru’s dick, praise & degradation, calling toji daddy, hints of embarrassment/humiliation

You’re leaning over, with your ass partly in the air. Your legs angled to dangle off the back car seat, with your panties around your ankles. Bobbing your head, gliding Suguru’s thick, veiny cock along your tongue. Keeping your throat relaxed, taking him deep with every other bob.

Slick sounds come from the front passenger seat. Satoru glides his thick fist down his long, veiny cock. Holding his phone up, angling it to record the sloppy, eager head you’re giving Suguru.

He pans over to your drenched, stuffed cunt. “Her beautiful cunt is so damn loud. Both lips look so pretty.” Satoru's breathy groans mixed with Suguru’s rough groans, getting you off. Shifting his phone's front camera back to your face.

Toji grumbles, “One of you fuckers is driving on the way back and I get to ride with our horny pretty mama. Her beautiful body in that damn dress is making my cock fuckin' ache." You gag around Suguru, and fresh tears roll down your cheeks.

Spit covers your chin. Fondling his balls, too big for your hand, hanging off the sides of your palm. You groan around his cock when Suguru strokes your sweet spot, Your cunt clenching his thick fingers filling up, stretching out your soaking wet, tight cunt.

You couldn’t enough of the three of them. Their brawny arms, chiseled abs, thick thighs, large cocks, and heavy balls full of cum. You've been hornier than ever.

Satoru lets out a loud groan, this cock throbs, thick cum spilling onto his fingers. "Nnng fuck!" Giving his sensitive cock a few more strokes until it's too much. Lifting his hand up, staring at his creamy white cum.

"Sweetheart should lick my cum off my hand." Groaning around Suguru's cock, deep-throating him, he holds your head down. Thick, warm cum spurting from his cock.

You gag hard around Suguru, your body tensing up, your soaking wet cunt clenching. "I'm almost done with her mouth. Fuck right there, her mouth feels so hot, and her hands are so soft on my balls." Suguru pumps his fingers faster, curling them at just the right time.

Your eyes roll back, tears streaming down your cheeks. Suguru lifts you off his cock by your hair, messing it up partly. He croons, "That's it, good girl." He kisses your forehead, slipping his fingers out. Holding them in front of you for you to clean yourself off.

"You gonna be a good cum slut and suck my fingers clean too?" Suguru's fingers leave your mouth with a soft pop. Moving towards the front, leaning over grabbing his sensitive cock, lifting it up. Wrapping your lips around Satoru, taking all of his softening cock into your mouth.

You slowly glid Satoru's cock out of your mouth with a loud groan. Reaching over, rubbing Toji's hard cock through his baggy sweats. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Suguru slaps your ass. Nudging your tight, soaking wet cunt with a small vibrator.

Suguru offers, "Toji how about this, I'll let you use the remote for the vibrator I brought. You can decide if she cums or not." Pushing the toy deep in your cunt. Your sensitive cunt clenches when he brushes your g-spot.

Suguru uses the hand sensitizer attached to your mini backpack. He passes the remote to Toji as the car slows. "We've been spoilin' our pretty slut a bit too much. She should beg to cum." You move from cleaning Satoru's cock to his sucking on his long, thick fingers.

The car turns into the parking lot. Its tinted windows are too dark for anyone to see in. Giving you a moment to straighten yourself out before going into the restaurant.

Satoru points out. "She'd have to keep her voice low, so no one finds how much of a pervert she is. Dinner with some entertainment." He slips his fingers out of your mouth, cleaning the spit off with a tissue.

He grins, putting up his cock. "How ya balls feel?" You moan when the vibrator flicks on. Its overwhelming vibrations make your toes curl. Whing when Toji switches the setting, making it pulse every few seconds.

It's winding you up enough to keep you bothered without ever letting you cum. You break instantly, whining, "Please Daddy let me cum again! I'll jerk you off under the table. Gonna make sure you cum too. Please." Satoru grabs another tissue and gently grabs your face, carefully cleaning up your tears.

"Love what a nasty pervert you are for us mama. Keep that up and I'll give ya whatever you want." The pulses steady out into a continuous strong hum. Your cunt is still so sensitive from cumming on Suguru's fingers. The pleasure is perfectly overwhelming.

You bite into your bottom lip. Satoru croons, "So beautiful, seeing your tears makes me want to fuck you in the backseat till your sobbing." He kisses both your cheeks, then your lips. "But I want to see you struggle with how hard you're cumming even more." Suguru fixes your hair, adjusting your clothes the best he can.

Toji orders, "Fix your underwear and get out, Daddy wants his cock jerked off n' some food." Satoru and Suguru pull away, getting out of the car. Along with Toji, leaving you to struggle to pull your panties up. Soaking them more with your drooling cunt.

Your legs are shaky, your knees threatening to buckle. You grab onto Satoru, and he croons, "Aw our poor darling is struggling to walk already. Don't worry I'll help you, want me to order your favorite for you too. So you don't accidentally moan talking to the server." You focus on keeping quiet and walking. Toji slaps your ass, making you stumble.

Toji states, "She shoulder order, she's a big girl, she can handle it like how she handles us." Satoru steadies you and Suguru urges,

"Tell us how your beautiful, sloppy, tight cunt feels darling. " Toji turns up the intensity of the vibrations when you try to speak. Forcing you to cover your mouth, stifling your groan.

Toji insists, "Answer him mama, be a good girl of us." Satoru slips his arm out of your grasp to wrap around your waist. "Hurry for we reach the entrance or you're not cumming till we get our food." You're too close for him to stop now.

You whimper, "It's too good!" it's not enough, Toji urges,

"Keep going." Glancing down, admiring his large bulge Toji isn't bother to hide. His sweats would make it easy to jerk his cock off under the table when you got inside.

"I'm a dirty pervert who wants to keep cumming. Want the three of you to keep playing with my pussy." Your cheeks burn with embarrassment when you gain the look of a passing onlooker.

The older man's gaze lingers until Toji grunts, "Problem?" The man walks faster, casting his eyes down. Satoru tucks you into his side. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

You mutter, "Oh fuck." Bitting into your bottom lip, humiliation flashing through you doesn't stop the toy’s vibrations from forcing your sensitive cunt to cum. Your slick dripping down your thighs. Wrinkling up Satoru's shirt in your tight grasp.

Satoru points out. "A second later and he would have seen the pretty look on your face when your cumming." Suguru opens the restaurant's door for you, to walk in with Satoru's hand on your lower back.

The moment Satoru crosses the threshold behind you, you attach to his hip again. Your thoughts vanish, leaving your head empty. The overwhelming stimulation persistent stimulation in your sloppy cunt consuming you.

Toji turns up the vibrations once more, a moan slips out, and your legs give. If not for Satoru your knees would hit the restaurant's entrance.

strawberry brat all works

[boorines]

caresses from my camera roll | choi seungcheol (M)

warnings/tags: fem reader, established relationship, softdom!cheol, he’s a sweetie, he’s also mean though, fingering, pussy slapping, use of the word slut, multiple times, profanity. smut. MDNI

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seungcheol is the sweetest boyfriend you could have asked for. he brings you plates of carefully cut up fruit while you work, leaves a light kiss on your cheek or a pat on your head whenever he walks by, and makes the best breakfast in bed.

so, it might come as a surprise that he isn’t half as soft during the night, before you both fall asleep to warm touches.

like tonight.

you lay on your shared bed, scrolling through your camera roll and admiring the photos you took earlier today. it was a beach date, spontaneous and relaxed, and you think those are the best kind. as you scroll, you come across a candid you took of seungcheol. he was laying beside you on a beach towel with his face turned towards you, sunglasses on and hand shielding his face from the sun. he was smiling. cute.

but you couldn’t say the same about his swim shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips or his exposed abs still wet from his swim earlier. and his hands... one in front of his face and the other just off screen, but you know very well it was resting on your bare thigh, a touch too high to be casual. the memory of what he said right before the photo was taken makes heat flood between your legs.

“you look so good, i could take you right here”.

you squirm at the thought. he would have if you’d let him and it drives you crazy. you inch your hand lower, slowly circling your clit. these could be his fingers, you think as you stare at his photographed hand. his longer, thicker ones would feel so much better inside you than yours. you whimper at the image and press harder, wet spot on your panties growing steadily. pushing your underwear to the side, you drag a finger through your wet folds and gasp. you’re about to push it all the way in when the door to the bedroom swings open.

“hey, love, there’s a new episode of—”

he freezes in the doorway and his eyes darken. your pussy floods at the way he looks at your finger halfway inside you. he shuts the door slowly behind him and his voice is low, much lower than usual, when he asks, “and what are we doing here?”. walking over to the edge of the bed, he takes a seat, eyes roaming painfully slowly over your body.

you whimper and reach a hand out for his, silently asking for help.

“no. i’m going to watch you. i’ll help when i think you need it”.

“cheol, please”, you whisper.

“what did i say?”, his tone is one of warning and you don’t push further. you whine softly as you start drawing circles on your wet cunt over your panties, adding pressure when you make eye contact with seungcheol.

“good girl”, he mutters under his breath.

your stomach tightens and you hastily kick your underwear off and push your thighs apart. his sinful gaze on you is enough to make you cum, you think. you sink your middle finger into your entrance with a drawn out mewl, clenching around yourself when you hear your boyfriend hum in approval. you start pumping into yourself only for seungcheol to still you with a firm hand on your thigh. you look up at him in confusion but his eyes are on your unlocked phone laying forgotten beside you. he smirks. oh.

“so, is this what got you like this, pretty?”, he whispers, moving closer to you until he’s positioned beside your legs. “got this wet just looking at pictures of me, hm?”.

you shudder when you feel his hand squeeze your thigh. once, soft. again, harder. you whimper and paw at his hand in request.

“words, baby”.

“y-yes, cheol. was thinking about y-you”.

“yeah? baby got this needy thinking of me? my hands, my cock?”, you mewl softly at his words, “god, you’re such a dirty slut for me, fuck”.

“i am, cheol, please. please, i need you”.

he groans and pulls your hand away from your pussy, swearing under his breath when he sees your dewy entrance. he grazes a finger across your dripping cunt and you push your hips into his hand. he whips his hand away and you let out a desperate whine, hoping he can see how much you need to feel him inside you.

“don’t move”, he warns, “maybe i’ll fuck you on my fingers. or maybe i’ll just watch you try to cum without any help. for playing with yourself without my permission”.

you shake your head in desperation, silently begging him to touch you.

“cheol, please, i need to feel you”.

“my slut needs me that bad?”, he traces a finger around your clit and you make a noise so sinful it goes straight to his hardening cock. “beg for me”.

you can’t think straight as you babble a string of ‘please’s, ‘cheol’s and ‘i need you’s. you hear him chuckle deeply and it only makes you clench around nothing, continuing your pleas for his cock, his fingers, his tongue. anything.

without warning, seungcheol plunges a finger into your entrance, sinking in knuckle-deep. you gasp loudly, followed by a moan the neighbours can probably hear. he begins pumping at an unrelenting pace, drawing whimpers and moans from your throat.

“good girl, you’re doing so good for me, baby”, he adds a second finger and your noises grow louder. the slick squelch of his fingers thrusting into you joins your needy moans and whines, the room sounding like lust and sin.

you feel his other hand come up to your breast, kneading and squeezing the skin torturously. he takes his time with your hard nipple, moving to the other only when he feels satisfied. he leans down and leaves open mouthed kisses on your shoulder, moving up your neck and along your jaw. he places a soft kiss on your lips, a sharp contrast from the filthy moans he’s swallowing from your throat. his lips move back to your neck, roughly sucking at the skin and you mewl in pleasure. he pulls back to admire the red mark blooming where his lips just were, all while his fingers pump sinfully between your folds. you buck your hips, forcing his fingers in deeper. he curls his fingers inside your cunt, hitting the spongy wetness of your walls with purpose.

“you hear those noises, baby? fuck, your pretty little cunt is dripping for me”.

you moan loudly, desperately trying to fuck yourself harder on his fingers.

“hips down, slut, i decide when you cum”, he whispers in your ear and you lose yourself.

“please, cheol, please, please, i’ll be so good for you, i promise. please let me cum, i need it so bad, cheol”.

he laughs and abruptly slides his fingers out of you. you whine at the empty feeling and open your mouth in protest before you feel a sharp slap land on your cunt. “ah, cheol!”

another. the slight sting makes your pussy gush around him and you become a babbling mess.

“you like that? my filthy girl likes that, yeah?”, he mutters.

“s-so much, cheol”.

“you’re my little slut, aren’t you, pretty?”, he delivers another slap to your leaking cunt.

“yes! yes, cheol! your slut, all yours. fuck, i’ll do anything”, you scream.

“slut has such a dirty mouth”, he chuckles as he rubs your pussy soothingly, “let me make my baby cum, yeah?”.

you nod, eyes tearing up and clawing at his forearm when you feel him sink three fingers into your sopping hole. he hisses when he feels you flutter and clench around him, his eyes turning impossibly darker. he sets a torturous pace, splitting you open on his fingers until your back arches off the bed.

you feel your stomach tighten and you scream in pleasure. “i’m close, i’m so close, please cheol”. he doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s curling his fingers and hitting the same spongy spot again. leaning down, he messily sucks on your nipples, licking around the hard mounds and leaving your tits covered in spit. the sound he draws from you makes his dick twitch and he responds by flicking your clit with his thumb.

“good girl, you’re doing so good, my love”.

you clench around his fingers with a wanton moan, holding onto the arm he’s using to prop himself up beside you. you feel his lips on yours and kiss him back sloppily, all tongue and high-pitched mewls. his fingers don’t stop fucking into you even when your legs begin to shake violently.

“fuck, baby. you look so beautiful getting fucked open on my fingers like this”, seungcheol whispers against your mouth. “cum for me, soak my fingers. i want to feel your cum drip down my hand, yeah?”

you scream into his mouth as his fingers hit your sensitive walls over and over. you feel the coil in your stomach snap and your vision goes white as you clench around his fingers, your release leaking out of your cunt as he strokes your walls through your climax. he helps ride out your high with a few more thrusts and a groan that you feel deep in your heat.

“that’s a good girl”, he whispers and slowly pulls his fingers out of you. he watches your cum gush out and soak your folds and swears under his breath. you look at him in bliss as he puts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean with a pop, subconsciously making you clench your empty hole around nothing.

“you were so amazing, my love. always so perfect”, seungcheol presses a kiss to your lips, smiling softly when he sees your eyelids get heavy. he strokes your hair with care reserved for no one but you and your chest warms. “relax, gorgeous, i’ll get you cleaned up”.

as seungcheol delicately cleans you up, soft touches and gentle ‘i love you’s, you drift off. the last thing you feel is a feather-light kiss on your temple and a stroke of his hand against your arm.

and you can’t help but think once again, seungcheol is the sweetest boyfriend you could have ever asked for.

—

well… this was interesting to write! i have more trouble with smut than fluff and took way longer writing this than i should have. but i hope u enjoy it!! bf!cheol is everyone’s weakness hehe. please let me know what u think!! thank u so much for reading and enjoying my previous work!

hopefully my next drabble/fic should be kwan centred because i can’t ignore my bias for much longer! as always, requests open!!

[forlix]

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞・l.f.

— felix misses you a little extra tonight; good thing you're way ahead of him.

words・1.7k pairing・idol!felix x gn!reader warnings・brief mentions of the ocean, drowning imagery genres・fluff, angst, established relationship, pining, hurt/comfort, lots of (happy) tears

a/n・i had exo's "been through" on repeat while writing this; pls give it a listen it's beautiful and so underrated and captures the fic perfectly. enjoy <3

When Felix steps into Tokyo's night air, he can still hear the remnants of tonight's concert in the distance, the occasional car horn and the low thrum of conversation floating over the dome of the stadium. But for the most part, it is quiet, and Felix is finally able to think.

He thinks about how he's happiest after performances: leftover adrenaline warming his skin, strobe lights still dancing across his vision, heartbeat still drumming against his ribs like the heavy bass that shook the stage prior. He thinks about how much he loves leaving each venue knowing that, even if only for a few hours, he owned the place; set it utterly ablaze.

But he mostly thinks about you.

From the moment Felix started loving you, his happiness became yours. A bite of brownie fresh out of the oven, met with widened eyes and a delighted mmm; every funny story relayed to you later that night (poorly, because he keeps interrupting himself to laugh); photographs, so many photographs—an especially rotund pigeon he spots on the way to practice, a new pair of earrings that’s way too expensive but looks way too good on him, cute texts from his mom—inevitably making their way into your camera roll.

He can’t help it. He only wants to experience the best parts of the world with you by his side.

So it is in his happiest moments that he feels your absence the strongest. And now, Felix so badly wishes you were here that he physically aches. It feels a bit like his heart is being swallowed by seawater, nothing in any direction for miles, nowhere to go but down.

Only when Chan materializes next to him does Felix manage to steady his feet on the cement once again.

“It’s not here yet?” Chan surveys the lot for their tour bus, to no avail. “Good thing, I guess. Everyone's taking their sweet time.”

The older boy gives Felix a glance thoughtlessly, looks away, and then looks back, his gaze lingering on the side of his face for longer this time, and Felix knows that Chan knows exactly what’s going through his head. For a second, Chan seems like he wants to say something, but Felix averts his eyes to his shoes, takes out his phone.

Not now.

“I think I left something inside,” Chan says instead, though he never leaves anything anywhere. Felix manages an appreciative smile. Without another word, Chan claps a hand to Felix’s shoulder and disappears back into the building, as quickly as he came.

A few seconds pass. Then, as naturally as if by muscle memory, Felix taps on your contact and holds his phone to his ear.

It rings once, twice, thrice—and then he hears your voice, but not in the way he yearns for.

“Hi, you’ve reached Y/N! I’m unable to come to the phone right now, but please leave a message and I'll get back—”

He ends the call, his brow furrowed. You knew he had a concert today. And you should've known to anticipate the call that would come right after, as faithfully as the sun’s rise and fall.

He calls a second time, hoping this was an obstruction of ‘do not disturb’ and nothing more, but is met with the voice message again.

The call of the ocean's depths becomes louder.

As he sits through the automated response, Felix leans against the wall behind him and tilts his head back against the plaster, his gaze moving over the night sky. Then, he hears the beep, and starts to speak.

“Hi, my love. I called, and you didn’t pick up, and I got worried. Is everything alright? Maybe you’re busy, or asleep? Remember to take care of yourself first and foremost—everything else pales in comparison. Everything."

His voice feels far steadier than he feels.

“Ah, I miss you, darling. The concert went super well; the energy was unreal. We have a few hours to explore Tokyo tomorrow before heading to our next stop, and I’m excited as hell, but I wish you could be here more than anything in the world. I haven’t stopped thinking about how much you’ve always wanted to visit this city since we got here—Seungmin even said he'd save his visit to the Pokemon Center for whenever we come back with you. All of us are thinking of you, babe. Me especially. Me hopelessly.

"One day, you and I are gonna travel the world together, responsibilities and schedules be damned, and we'll spend as long as you want wherever you want. As long as I can be next to you. God, I fucking miss you. I said that already, right?”

A short distance away, the building door opens again, and Felix quickly ducks his head out of view, suddenly conscious of his watery eyes and blurring vision.

“I gotta go. I think the members are ready to go back to the hotel. Call me back when you get a chance, okay?”

The next words catch in Felix’s throat, and he has to wince and take a long, shaky breath in order to get them out.

“I love you to the ends of the universe, angel. Share some of your light with the moon tonight, yeah?” He presses a kiss to the receiver. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Bye.”

With that, Felix hangs up, drops his phone into his pocket, and presses both sleeves tightly against his eyes, willing himself to calm down.

No, he thinks, shoulders quivering with the effort, it really never gets easier.

It takes a while for it to strike Felix as odd that it’s still quiet outside; he could’ve sworn that he heard the door open and close, that he should be hearing the tired chatter of his members by now. Apprehensively (obliviously), Felix lifts his face from his hands and turns around.

Chan, so solemn and quiet before, now wears a Cheshire grin that instantly devolves into a breathy laugh when he meets Felix’s eye. Hyunjin stands behind Chan, holding his phone up, evidently filming. Felix’s lips part in confusion, a question forming on the tip of his tongue. There are enough videos of me crying my eyes out on the internet, no?

But then his eyes fall on the person standing in between the two men, their arms piled so high with flower bouquets that their face is almost concealed entirely, and he forgets what he wanted to say; he forgets every language he knows.

“So we were contacted by a fan the other day,” Hyunjin says, beaming. “Kept calling you their boyfriend. Forced us to fly them out to Japan and everything.”

“It'd be real bad if we got the wrong person,” Chan adds, and a stifled laugh comes from behind the petals—one that Felix would recognize in every corner of the world, in every lifetime. “They look familiar?”

The bouquets part, and behind them you appear, cheeks visibly flushed even under the lot’s singular streetlight, smile so bright that it’s turned your eyes to crescent moons.

"Surprise," you say softly.

The empty lot finally erupts into laughter, Chan and Hyunjin no longer able to restrain themselves. Can't believe we pulled this off, they're saying to each other triumphantly, but everyone, everything around Felix vanishes save for the person he adores most in the world, holding more flowers than they should be able to carry, looking at him as if he's made of pure starlight.

And Felix's heart starts kicking upwards, towards the rays of moonlight filtering through the murky water, as fervently as if his life depends on it—and, in this moment, it does.

“Hand 'em over, fool,” Chan says to you. And as you start transferring the heaps of flowers into the leader’s arms, Felix has never moved faster in his life.

In the span of a few seconds, his hand finds the small of your back, and yours the nape of his neck. “Holy fuck,” Felix whispers, and then he’s pulling you against his chest tightly, desperately. There is no word that can describe the way you melt into one another except for destiny, one of your hands curling in his hair and the other running over his shoulder; his face burrowing in the crook of your neck, fingers lacing together against your spine.

His pulse is so loud that he hears it in all directions, in all parts of him. Felix squeezes his eyes shut against the material of your crewneck, his whole body shaking with silent sobs as the overwhelming array of emotions he'd harbored prior finally spills over. And he stops thinking entirely, simply loses himself in all that you are: the smell of your laundry detergent, the sound of your laugh, the feel of your embrace, so secure and warm as if promising him you’ll never let go.

“I love you, Lee Yongbok,” you murmur, the words only for the two of you to hear.

With the sound of his full name, Felix's heart breaks through the ocean's surface at last. Not only that; it performs a triple axel on the shoreline, and it sure as hell doesn’t stick the landing, slipping and sliding and fighting to regain its balance as you continue on.

“Forget the ends of the universe. You are the universe. You are everything that has ever existed and everything that ever will. And I couldn’t bear to be away from my galaxy for a second longer.”

Felix shakes his head from where it remains buried against you, his voice a broken rasp when he answers, “I’m not whole without you, angel. I never will be again.”

“I'm here, baby,” you reply, your hands tightening around his hoodie, among his long locks. “Whether I'm right next to you or on the other side of the world, I'm always with you. And I will be tomorrow, and the day after, and eons from now. That—”

Your lips find the shell of his ear, then his temple.

“—is a promise, my sunlight.”

Chan is standing with bundles of flowers still piled high in his arms, silent tears streaming down his face, and Hyunjin’s expression is contorted into a terribly suppressed weep, his still-recording phone long forgotten in his pocket. They don't have it in them to tell you to get a room. Not right now.

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[tatsumessy]

Drunk pleads - {Nagi Seishiro}

wife edition/ you and Nagi got into an argument and you two hadn’t spoken for a while, not until he goes drinking with his teammates

it was rare for you and Nagi to fight. actually you two had only fought maybe twice in your relationship which now that you think about it, is bad. fighting is good and if you don’t have those tough conversations with your partner then it could blow up like it did last week.

you had been staying with your friend for the time being because you couldn’t speak to him nor could you stand being in the same house with him. you laid on the guest bed reading the book that had been accompanying you these past few days. being so engrossed in the book that the three pings from your phone nearly started you.

reo: Y/n I know you and Nagi are fighting…

reo: but he’s drunk and asking for you

reo: attachment 1 video

opening the video it starts with Nagi having his head sprawled along the table. “Nagi it’s time to go.” Isagi says from behind the camera, the cameras pans to the side showing Reo, Bachira and Rin sitting there trying to hold their laughing back. it then pans back to Nagi who changed his position to where he was laying on his arms looking off to the side.

he was visibly drunk and already fussy. “I am not leaving until y/n comes. I want my wife here now! she’s not answering my calls….or text….I miss her.” you let out an exaggerated sigh at his behavior as the video ends. you’ve never been around Nagi when he’s drunk so this is new and second hand embarrassment for you.

pressing the call button on reo’s contact you put the phone on speaker and started putting on some sweatpants with a crop top sweater to wear not paying attention to the weather. “y/n?” he answered sounding intoxicated himself, “send me the address, I’m on my way.” he agreed and hung up the phone sending his location. this place was almost an hour away so the bar was going to be closed by the time you got there maybe that’s why he sent his location just encase they move.

by the time you arrived the bar was closed and the five drunk men were sitting on the curb leaning against each other besides Rin who sat there like a statue. he was already sober due to the impending cold air blowing against him. you got out the truck and walked over holding your arms close to your body stopping infront of Nagi who was dazed leaning into his legs.

“Rin, get Bachira and Isagi into the back back.” he listened and helped them into the car, you bent down pushing the hair out of Nagi’s face. the moment his eyes locked onto yours you stood up holding your hand out for him but he attacked you with a hug instead. “y/n!! your here! I missed you so much.” he said hiccuping at the end of his sentence, “Nagi let go, I need to drive all of you home.” “No.” he sounded so serious and you looked back at Rin and reo for help.

“I’ll drive.” Rin added and you thanked him pulling Nagi into the back seat. He leaned against you, your back against the door and your legs sprawled all over his legs. Reo sat in the passenger seat leaving you and Nagi in the backseat by yourselves. “Rin drive us to our house, I don’t know where everyone lives so this is the safest option.” He agreed with your statement still feeling a little tipsy himself but thankfully he wasn’t a lightweight so he was perfectly fine.

“y/n I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt y-you.” Nagi whispered into your neck, his arms wrapped around your torso and the feeling of his cold fingers brushing against your skin made a light blush creep onto your cheeks. “It’s fine Nagi.” you responded turning your head to the side and looking out the window. “It’s not okay, I hurt you and I promised you I wouldn’t do that. I know what you experienced with your ex and I never want you to go through that again. I-I’m sorry.” the whole time he spoke he kept his voice low so only you could hear him.

tears weld in your eyes at his plead. “Nagi, it’s okay. I’m sorry too, you weren’t the only one in the wrong. We both were.” He snuggled closer to you trying to mold his body with yours. he placed languid kisses on your neck while slowly grinding himself against your thigh.

“I love you baby.” he whispered into your neck moving his body to where he was on top of you, he lips attacked yours forcing you to kiss him back. his hands roamed your body finding their way underneath your sweater kneading at your skin. you moaned quietly into his mouth using yours hands to pull him away, he whined flushed from the lack of contact.

“Rin please tell me we’re almost there.” you asked pushing his head to the side, “yes, please refrain from having sex back there.” reo laughed at Rin’s comment and you let out and awkward sigh trying to not moan from Nagi’s constant sucking and kissing on your neck and collarbone.

finally arriving at your house Nagi gripped your thighs while getting out the car and he hurriedly unlocked the door quickly walking up the stairs and locking the two of you in your shared bedroom.

the two of you didn’t leave the room for a whole day, switching between having sex or being asleep or wanting to get up but Nagi didn’t want to let you go fear of losing you again.

[niki-phoria]

hello, i hope you're well and taking care of yourself 💗 if it's not too much to ask for i want to request enha reacting to their 8th member bf being shipped/paired with another member? not exactly angst but them being jealous and petty, i read your rules before requesting and i don't think it's against them, but i understand if you decline for whatever reason! hope you have a good week <3

⋆｡°✩ enha reaction - their bf being shipped with another member

includes: established relationship, 8th member reader, these are less petty and more the boys needing reassurance lol, mentions of insecure enha

a/n: thank you for requesting !! this isn't against my rules at all, but thank you for checking. i hope you like it :))

feedback is always appreciated <33

male 8th member reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ heeseung

(word count 221)

heeseung furrows his eyebrows as jake shifts slightly closer to you. your shoulders brush against each other as you raise a hand up to complete a hand-heart with the other boy, causing a new wave of cheers to erupt from the audience below.

the stage lights are nearly blinding as they shine down on you. heeseung can feel stares from the audience below. he’s hyper aware of the cameras following his every move as he takes a small breath in an attempt to hide his growing jealousy. 

“unfortunately this is our last song for tonight,” jungwon begins apologetically. 

“it’s been an honor to preform for you all. we hope to see you again sometime soon,” you say. heeseung smiles softly at the way you brighten up at the second wave of cheers through the crowd.

you wander over to sit beside him on the stairs, leaning your head against his shoulder. heeseung’s arm finds a familiar place around your waist, tugging you even closer to him. he leans over to press a kiss against your forehead as the first few notes of shout out begin to play. 

“my life without you is a misery,” you bring a hand up to cup heeseung’s cheek, turning to face him as you finish singing your line. “my heart is racing like it’s gonna explode.”

⋆｡°✩ jay

(word count 214)

you tiredly rub the last remnants of sleep out of your eyes as you quietly enter the kitchen. jay stands with his back towards you, scrolling through something on his phone. even from behind you can see tension in his shoulders. 

“jay?” you walk closer to him, hesitantly resting a hand against his waist before you pull him into a back hug. he startles slightly at the contact but doesn’t move away. your arms rest gingerly wrapped around him as you peer over his shoulder to see what he was reading on his phone. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” he whispers. 

you bring a hand up to rest against his shoulder, gently massaging the tension out of his muscles. you softly smile when he relaxes against you. “jay,” you sigh. “you know you can tell me anything.”

he twists around in your hold so he’s facing you; his back is now leaning against the counter. “it’s just a dumb article from dispatch.” 

“about?” 

“...you. and sunoo. people think you’re dating.” he glances down at the floor, almost ashamed. “i just don’t like the idea of my boy dating someone else.”

“you have nothing to worry about,” you whisper. you bring a hand up to cup jay’s cheek, quickly pulling you into a sweet kiss. “i promise.”

⋆｡°✩ jake

(word count 223)

you adjust the thin, black mask on your face as you sleepily watch the cashier continue scanning the miscellaneous items the other members had asked you to pick up from a nearby convenience store. another yawn escapes you as sunghoon brushes against your side, sliding yet another bag of chips towards the worker. her long, black hair has been messily tied back into a low ponytail. a thin pair of glasses frame her features. 

sunghoon’s arm gently brushes against your waist as he stands beside you at the register. the woman smiles softly at both of you as she finishes scanning the last of your items. “you two are cute together,” she says. 

“oh, we’re not-”

you’re cut off by a gentle but stern voice from beside you. jake’s arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you away from sunghoon and against his chest. “he’s mine, actually.” 

sunghoon stifles a small chuckle at your embarrassment as he takes the bag from her, handing her a few bills in return. “thank you,” you murmur as you turn to leave the store. 

“so, jake-hyung,” sunghoon teases as you begin walking back towards the dorms. “are you perhaps… jealous?”

jake remains silent, though you notice the way his grip around you tightens slightly. “shut up,” he mumbles, hiding his reddened cheeks behind his own mask.

⋆｡°✩ sunghoon

(word count 220)

sunghoon softly smiles as you step closer to the crowd as you reach down to pick up a small penguin plush laying at the edge of the stage. you hold the plush up to your cheek, playfully posing for the cameras. 

heeseung chuckles softly, stepping closer as he reaches up to adjust the cat ears a fan had carefully placed on your head a few minutes before. you lean down slightly to give him better access as he adjusts your hair around the faux ears on your head. 

a small wave of cheers echoes through the crowd at the interaction. despite sunghoon knowing it was completely platonic from both you and heeseung, he can’t help the jealousy that immediately spreads throughout him. it curls around his heart and constricts in his chest as a small frown tugs at the edge of his mouth. 

you step back away from heeseung after he finishes adjusting your hair, wandering back over to sunghoon’s side. you gently uncross his arms from over his chest - something he had done unconsciously - before leaning back against his chest. his arm finds its familiar place around your waist as he holds you against him. 

“don’t be jealous, hoon,” you whisper. sunghoon simply playfully rolls his eyes in response; though you can tell he’s silently grateful for the reassurance.

⋆｡°✩ sunoo

(word count 218)

sunoo furrows his eyebrows slightly as he continues scrolling through the comments on a recent dispatch article. you can’t help the way your own eyebrows furrow in concern as you quietly close your bedroom door and set your things down before joining him on your shared bed. “what are you reading?”

he sighs slightly as he hands his phone to you. you scroll to the top of the article, reading the headline: enhypen’s y/n and niki are seen holding hands on a possible late night date.

“it’s stupid, i know,” sunoo begins. “but it’s been bothering me for the past few days.”

“it’s not stupid,” you whisper. you set his phone aside, reaching over to brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. your hand falls to cup his cheek as you gently tilt his face up so he’s looking into your eyes. “sunoo, you’re incredible. you’re sweet, and kind, and handsome,” he chuckles softly, playfully pushing your hand away as he denies your compliments. you lean over him with a small smile. “and everything i could’ve asked for in a lover.”

a small blush spreads across sunoo’s face as you lean down to press a kiss against his forehead. then his cheek. nose. and finally, his lips. “you mean everything to me, kim seonwoo.”

⋆｡°✩ jungwon

(word count 223)

jungwon curiously pushes his still-damp fringe back as he steps out of the bathroom, tugging your t-shirt over his shoulders. you stifle a small grunt when he walks over to you and lays down with his head resting against your back. 

he laughs as he rolls off of your body to lay next to you. “what are you doing?”

“searching my name.” jungwon furrows his eyebrows slightly in concern as you hand him your phone. “it’s nothing bad. just more dating rumors with jay.”

“more?” the word sounds akin to a whine as it leaves his lips. you stifle a chuckle at the small pout threatening to tug at his lips. he tosses your phone aside, relishing in the feeling of curling up beside you. your arm rests gingerly around jungwon’s waist as you pull him even closer. “why don’t you ever get dating rumors with me?”

“sorry wonie,” you murmur. “you know i would stop them if i could.”

jungwon lets out a soft sigh. you bring your hand up, slowly beginning to rake your fingers through his hair. you twist the soft strands in an attempt to soothe the boy laying in your arms. “i know,” he whispers. he softly smiles as he leans up just enough to press a kiss against your jawline. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

⋆｡°✩ niki

(word count 204)

niki’s eyebrows furrow slightly as he continues scrolling through his weverse feed. there are hundreds of posts, each of them about a recent interaction between you and jungwon. he had simply brushed some of the hair out of your face - a common interaction you often shared with the other members; himself included. though seeing so many posts about his boyfriend with someone else made an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy cloud his mind. 

niki jumps slightly when you enter your shared bedroom, closing the door behind yourself. he shuts his phone off, setting it on your bedside table. 

“is everything okay?” you ask, moving to sit on the bed beside him. niki remains silent. he lets you reach over to coax him closer to you until his head rests in your lap. you rake your hand through his hair, twisting the strands between your fingers. 

“‘m fine,” he finally hums. he lets his eyes slowly flutter closed, exhaustion slowly beginning to catch up with him as he nuzzles his body even closer against you. 

a comfortable silence falls over the room for a few minutes as you keep playing with his hair. “are you sure?” you finally whisper.

“i’m just… glad you’re mine,” he smiles.

[ashwhowrites]

Hello! you can do one with older!eddie where he doesn't know how to use his cell phone much, so he and reader are having sex and he is filming it (with her consent, obviously) and then he will send her the video so she can too has, he ends up sending it to someone else. 🫣

This is actually hilarious. Just a small smutty and fun blurb

Sex Tape

"Pretty girl, look at you taking me so well." Eddie moaned, pointing his phone camera at her cunt. He loved seeing her cunt take him in and clenching around him.

"Daddy, cock is so big. Filling me up." Y/N moaned, Eddie's flashlight shining, giving her the perfect lighting to see Eddie's cock pushing in and out of her.

When Eddie asked to record them having sex, she wasn't against it. She thought it would be hot. Their sex tape was at the touch of her fingertips to watch whenever she wanted.

He moved the camera up, focusing on her tits as they bounced, his free hand moved up to twist her nipples. Her loud moan travels straight through the microphone.

"Such a slut. Letting Daddy record you as you get fucked. Nasty girl, probably would love for everyone to see it, huh? Show everyone just how pathetic you get for me." She felt herself getting close to his words.

Her hands reach to touch his hairy chest and toned stomach. Her nails scratched down his happy trail, moaning as her wetness soaked his pubic hair.

"Look at how fucking soaked you are." He teased, moving the camera down to her cunt. Bringing the camera as close as he could, the wetness loud as he fucked her harder. Her wetness shined from his flashlight, showing how soaked his red cock was.

"Daddy, please make me cum. Please." She begged, grabbing his hand from her chest to move it down to her clit.

"Good girl." He praised, rubbing her clit as he focused the camera. He wanted to record the second she came all over him.

"DADDY!" She screamed, her thighs shaking as she came all over him. Eddie fucked her through it, praising her as he leaned down to kiss her. The camera was a lost thought as he came inside of her. He growled into her mouth, both his hands gripping her hips as he fucked himself empty into her.

After they took a second to catch up on their breathing, Eddie cleaned her up. Small pecks to her face as he settled next to her. He reached over to grab the phone, ending the recording.

"Let me do it, baby. You still aren't the best with technology." Y/N explained she loved dating an older man, but his knowledge of technology was low.

"I can do it!" Eddie argued, scrunching his eyebrows as he looked at all the options when he clicked share.

He groaned as the phone took forever to load, "patience baby, takes a while to send that long of a video." Y/N told him.

"Then what's the point of paying so much for a fucking phone that can't load?" Eddie argued, Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes.

"We've had this argument when you bought it." She teased.

"Well sorry! I mean what was wrong with flip phones? Now I have all this touch screen shit and accidentally hit the wrong shit all the time." Eddie said, pounding at his phone.

"Leave it alone! The more you click the more it'll freeze!"

Eddie ignored her and continued to smack the screen, the little sound of a swoop.

"It sent! Don't touch it." Y/N said, reaching for her phone. But she was confused when she didn't have any modifications.

She grabbed his phone from his hand, ignoring his huff.

"EDWARD! YOU SENT IT TO CARL!" She screamed, sitting up as she frankly typed on the screen.

"MY BOSS?"

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[jiminbility]

Just a thought of Boyfriend Mingi who loves to call you at night when he is on tour just to hear your voice and to see your face. The call would start off innocent where he tells you how the concert was, how much fun it was whereas you tell him the newest gossip at work. You were rambling when you noticed that Mingi was just staring at you, not really listening to what you said when you looked at him.

"What are you wearing?"

"What?" you asked.

"Tell me what you are wearing baby."

"One of your shirts and underwear, why?"

"Which underwear?"

"The light pink one with the little bow at the front", you said.

"Mhh, my favorite", he smirked.

"Now tell me, what is it with these sudden questions?" He grinned mischievously. "Can you do something for me baby?"

"Mhm, what is it?" You were squinting your eyes at him, suspicious of what he got on his mind again.

"Lay on your back and spread your legs for me".

Your eyes widened lightly. Well this phone call took a massive turn, but who are you to complain. You grabbed a pillow, putting it infront of you. You positioned your phone so that he can have a clear view of your lower half and a bit of your upper body as well. You placed another pillow behind your back and positioned yourself how he told you to. Moving a bit to get more comfortable. "I did, what now?"

"Good, now touch your clit. Slowly." He bit his lip as he was watching you with anticipation.

Just as you wanted to glide your hand under your underwear he stopped you. "Touch your clit through your panties baby, I want to see how you get wet", he groaned.

You brought your hand down to your clit again and started to circle it with slow motions. It felt good, not the same feeling as when he does it but him ordering you around made you aroused very quickly.

“Just like that baby, very slowly. We have all the time in the world." you looked down at him from your position. He was laying almost in the same position as you except he had his phone in his hand holding the camera in front of his face. "Mingi, not enough" You whimpered. He laughed slightly. "So greedy, apply more pressure but keep the pace."

You let your head fall back again and did as he said. Your fingers rubbed your clit harder, your breathing became more uneven. Mingi's light moans made you move faster without even realizing it. He was touching himself too, probably at the same pace as yours. You licked your lips, a gasp coming from your mouth. Your orgasm was within reach. Just a few more-

"What do you think you're doing, hmm?" your eyes widened but your fingers didn't stop moving.

"Hands off, now."

You whimpered and closed your eyes in frustration. You were so close.

It was an ongoing game for what felt like an eternity. He made you touch yourself to the point of nearly coming just to make you stop over and over again. Tears were in the corner of your eyes, you couldn't take it anymore. You needed to break him. And one thing that makes Mingi go feral is to beg.

"P-please Mingi, I can't. Let me cum", you mewled. You looked down to him with teary eyes biting your lip. You could see in his eyes that it was a torture for him too. He wanted to take it this far to break you but with the way you were looking at him he couldn't hold himself either.

"I want to cum for you, want to make a mess on myself for you. For you to see how wet I get", you continued while starting to circle your clit for the nth time this night. Mingi let out a low groan. "Fuck, what else? What else do you want baby?" His hand was moving as well. You took a deep breath.

"I want you to be able to just slide in. To fuck my tight messy cunt. Please let me cum, please", you pleaded.

"Oh fuck", he groaned. "Yeah baby? You want to cum, just for me to slide in and ruin you, hmm?" Mingi's movements got faster, just like yours. His climax is nearing with every filthy word you uttered. Both moans and whimpers from your side left your lips. You could practically feel your orgasm.

"Y-yes, ruin me, fucking ruin me. Please Mingi."

A grutual moan left your boyfriends lips followed by little groans as he spilled himself all over his hands and thighs. You looked down just in the moment where he focused the camera on the mess he made. His hand still wrapped around his dick, stroking himself lightly to ride out his orgasm. You mewled at this sight and finally your long awaited orgasm overcame you.

"Yes baby, there you go. All wet an messy for me", he whispered lowly.

A shrill moan escaped you, legs shaking as you rode out your high. It was quiet, the only sound was the heavy breathing from you two as you both tried to regain your breaths.

After a while you both looked at each other. You giggled whereas Mingi let out a small chuckle.

"I miss you Mingi, have lots of fun and come back soon so you can really ruin me."

"Oh baby I definitely will."

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Ahh, I'm sorry if the end is a bit rushed. I hope you guys like it and thank you for liking my other little mingi fic 💕

[sunburnhurts]

Distance || Robert Pattinson x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n is working on a new big movie where her character is extremely mentally drained. Putting everything into the role, Y/n herself acts different towards everyone, including her fiancé, Robert Pattinson.

Words: 1,637

All My Stories

Warnings: Reader has a breakdown, it's just mentions of mental health, nothing too descriptive.

A/n: I don't put warnings in my stories, so take that as you will i guess?? Lol

When Y/n read through the script of her new movie, she grew worried at the amount of emotion that she has to put into her character. In the beginning of filming, everything was fine, mostly because all they were filming was the happy scenes in the movie. Towards the end, cast mates, directors, friends and family members noticed change in Y/n on and off the set.

The movie was filmed in the US, meaning Y/n and Robert wouldn't be together during the filming of her movie. Although they always called, FaceTimed, texted and sent each other stuff, the distance was hard. Robert started noticing Y/n response to texts slowly go from 1 minute, to 5, to 30, to hours. He never made a big deal about it, he didn't want to stress her out.

One day was particularly hard for Y/n to film. She wasn't able to sleep the night before, it was already a long day of filming, and she missed Rob so much. She was on set getting ready to film a scene where she was on the bathroom floor, crying hysterically. She was incredibly tired, she just wanted to go home, her head was fuzzy from how many scenes that day where she was crying and drained.

As she heard the director yell, "Action!" Y/n's head was blank, she was just thinking about pushing through the scene, but that only made her more upset. The camera panned on her standing up in the door of the bathroom. Her face had a blank, exhausted look, and it was 100% real. Her breaths became short and quick, her shoulders moving up and down.

Of course, to everyone on set she was just acting, and she was doing a damn good job. Her hair was pulled back in a low, messy bun, with her baby hairs blocking some of her face. Her eyes started darting around the fake bathroom, her breathing becoming heavier, indicating she was going to start crying.

She absentmindedly closed the door behind her without turning around, backing up and sliding her body down the door. Her eyes darted everywhere but the camera as it moved down to her. Tears weld up as she slid her hands across her face to move her hair.

She was now crying, her mouth open trying to catch air. "I can't do this," she whispered, growing even more dizzy from taking short breaths. "I can't do this," She repeated louder. She swallowed hard as tears were basically drowning her. In this scene, there was no dialog, everyone thought she was improvising because it fit the movie, but she wasn't.

The camera continuously slowly zoomed in, watching her hiccup her breaths. "I can't do this!" She shouts, bringing her hands to her hair, tightening her fists. Obviously, she was having a breakdown, but so was her character.

Once the director finally stopped filming, Y/n didn't move, her head in her hands hysterically crying. Everyone started cheering for her until they saw how she was still crying. She slowly got up, using the sink ledge to steady her because she was extremely light headed. One of her cast members, Jess, was the first to run over to her, putting her arm around her to steady her. They walked off set, into her trailer van.

Y/n thanks Jess, telling her she just needs to be alone. She nods, respecting Y/n's privacy. Once she was alone, Y/n laid on her bed, still crying. She wanted to be held by her fiancé, it's been too long now. She hasn't texted him in a few days, she hasn't even picked up her phone. She was either on set filming, or hiding in her van. At this point she didn't even know where her phone was.

Once she cooled down, she got up and looked around for her phone. She spotted it on the kitchen counter. She tried turning it on, but it was dead. As she plugged it in, she zoned out waiting. She was struggling to think of the happy things she was able to do after the movie was done.

She then thought about how her breakdown on set would get out to the public, they always do. Her phone lit up, bringing her out of her thoughts. She unlocked it, looking at the messages icon. 89 missed texts. She opened the app, seeing most of them were from Robert. The messaged spanned from 5 days ago to now. ~

Rob 💗: ^New Messages^ -Hey, we haven't called in a while, everything okay? -Call me when you can, okay? -Love?

-You're worrying me -You never responded to my texts yesterday -Is filming going well?

-Y/n please respond. -Just send me something to let me know you're okay

-Y/n -Please call me *4 missed calls* -Jess told me what happened, please answer. *2 missed calls* -What's going on?

~ Y/n reads the messages, heart aching. She sits there for a second, deciding whether calling him will make her calm down, or if it would make her miss him more and make her more sad. She stares down at her phone, still thinking. Then she presses 'call'.

There was barley any time for the phone to ring before Robert picked up. "Love, talk to me, what happened?" Robert's worried voice came through the phone. Y/n paused, listening to his voice, tears coming back to her eyes. She swallowed hard once again, hitching a deep breath.

"Rob.." She pauses once more. He waits for her to keep talking. She then starts explaining her situation. She tells him how much this role has affected her mentally, how much she loses sleep, how much she needs him.

"I had no clue you were feeling this- why didn't you tell me this!" He wasn't mad, he was extremely worried. He cursed at himself for not doing something sooner. But at the same time, there was nothing he could do.

"I don't know, I was just going to wait until I was done with the movie. I thought maybe I was just overrating or something,"

"Even if you were overreacting, I still would have been there," He thinks for a moment. "Do you know how much longer till you're done filming?"

"Um, like 2 weeks, maybe." Y/n answers. "I'll be fine, okay? I promise to call you if anything happens."

"Please do," Rob takes a break, "you really scared these past few days."

"I'm sorry about that- about not responding. I haven't been on my phone in days, I promise I wasn't purposefully ignoring you." She explains, looking down and playing with her shirt with her unoccupied hand.

"It's alright, I'm just glad you're not dead." He slightly jokes, lightening the mood. A huff of a laugh escaped Y/n as she fell silent.

"It's going to be so embarrassing watching that scene, they said it was perfect for the movie." Y/n sighs.

"Aw, love, it's okay." Rob says, frowning that he can't hold her and calm her down. "Listen, you have nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? I would never judge you."

"Yeah, you're right." Y/n nods. Robert then changed the subject, talking to her about the exciting things he planned to do for when she comes back.

~~~~

After the movie was completely finished, it was time for the red carpet premiere. Y/n still had a few hiccups while finishing filming, but she reached out for help whenever she could. She was now being interviewed by people on the red carpet, standing next to Robert. They were connected hand-in-hand as Y/n answered the questions about her movie.

After she took pictures with fans and was interviewed more, Y/n took her seat next to Rob, getting ready to see the film. Y/n was already worried about the movie, hoping that everyone likes it, that no one thought she was a bad actor. Along with that fear, she was afraid about the one particular bathroom scene.

Robert looked over as Y/n adjusted in her seat anxiously, placing a hand on hers, making her look at him. He sent her a smile, making her take a deep breath and smile back. The movie started playing, making Y/n cringe at first when she saw her face. She was just recently starting to get used to seeing her face on the big screen.

As the movie went on, Rob held his hand in hers, squeezing her hand whenever she looked away from the screen for a second. The screen switched scenes, it was now the bathroom part. Y/n pinched her lips with her teeth, eyes glued to the screen.

She watched as her character, who looked like a mess, close the door behind her, sliding down and crying. "I can't do this.. I can't do this.. I can't do this!" Echoed through the theater.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Robert lean down to her ear. "You're so beautiful." He whispers, turning back to the screen. This caused Y/n to look at him, confused and blushing. She thought about how she was having a break down, she looked a mess, she was hysterically crying, and all he could think about was how she looked beautiful. She smiles at the thought, looking back at the screen.

When the movie was finished, the theater was filled with applause, causing Y/n to break out in a smile. As people exited the theater, they stopped by Y/n to congratulate her on how good the movie was. A smile never left her face.

Once Y/n and Robert got into the back of a limo, Robert turned to hug her. He was so proud of her. Although he rarely tears up in movies, he had shed a tear or two. He praised you for your acting, he never brought up anything about the breakdown she had.

The End

*Not Pre-Read Yet*

A/n: Obviously I'm not an actor, but if I was, I would literally hate watching myself on screen.. But anyway, I hope you guys liked this! I don't really, but idk..

[love-bitesx]

hobie brown x photographer!reader

this is almost entirely self indulgent, because i’m a huge camera nerd, sorry everyone!

warnings: gets verryyy suggestive towards the end, that’s all, sorry folks :P

just thinking about hobie in love with a reader who's obsessed with cameras & photography. maybe you studied it at school/college, or freelance, or maybe just a bit of a camera nerd. bedroom shelves housing all types of cameras, cheap or expensive, film or digital, any and every type.

maybe reader isn't too confident in front of the lens, and hobie is just so goddamn photogenic, even when he doesn't mean to be. "wait, hobie, can you do that again?" whilst bringing the camera to your eye, waiting for hobie to move back into the position he'd been in on the couch, "lookin' pretty, love?" and you hum in response, "mhmm", the camera clicks.

polaroids of him in the back of your phone case, prints of you in his. he'd caught you off guard once, laying on top of him in your bed, slipping in and out of slumber as his large, calloused hand rubs circles along your spine. looking down at you through his eyelashes, a stream of light from the closed curtains fell across your face. reaching to a discarded film camera on your bedside table, he placed a kiss onto your forehead and snapped a picture. after you got it developed, he stole it from you, taping it to the front and center of his guitar, so he can see it whenever he played.

walking through the streets of london, you stopped and stared at the window of a vintage camera store with pure adoration in your eyes. "hobie! hobie, look, it's my dream camera." he stuffed his hands in his pockets and joined you, "is it, darlin'?" and you nodded, hands pressed against the glass, "well, we better get it then, huh?"

he'd constantly come home with pockets full of fresh film or new lenses that he'd nicked during the day. even if he didn't understand or share the same passion, he'd be your number one supporter, bending over backwards to help in anyway he can. swinging you to the highest buildings and nicest views to get a good shot, playing up to the camera whilst you shot him performing one evening at a local pub. he was your muse, and you his.

just the thought of him slowly nuzzling you out of your shell in front of the camera, because you couldn’t deny the photos he took of you were artistically excellent, and you had an eye for it all. you’re straddling his lap, innocently, and he’s laying with his head on your pillow. one of his hands is on your thigh, the other holding a cheap film camera to his eye.

“just pose for me, beautiful,” he’s showing his teeth as he smiles, “hobie, no—” you try and push the camera away, but he insists, “please?” and there’s a second you consider it, before refusing once again. within a second, his hand has come up to your chin, taking it between his fingers and running his thumb over your lips to shut you up. you melt to his touch instantly, and when he’s caught your eyes fluttering and smile forming, he snaps a picture. “perfect.”

he comes along to all your exhibitions. bringing his band mates, or pav, gwen, and miles, to see your photography hung up. as much as he hates money, and spending it, he always buys at least 8 copies, just to see the explosive smile on your face when you see someone’s bought your work.

his chin would sit on your shoulder, watching you work away at your laptop as you edit photos. he doesn’t understand any of it, but he loves to see you work. he kisses down your neck, shoulders, rubbing shapes into your hips and thighs as you edit away, mumbling a complaint anytime he tries distracting you, “concentrate, love, you got this,” he mutters as he begins to kiss you particularly low, in a particularly sweet spot, hands slipping below the desk, “doing so well, pretty.”

head over heels for this man

[cts-ryu-writing-desk]

Her Favorite Sleeping Position

This one took me way back to something I had almost forgotten about. A little bit of a past relationship that was from a more innocent time in my life. Anyways, enough about that I hope you all enjoy this!

Don't forget my Commissions are open!

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Margo sat on the couch TV playing in the background. The volume was set rather low but not silent. Her eyes were heavy, it was late. She was already in her nightgown ready to go to bed. The twins inside her womb kept her weighed down. She was too weak to move. She sat there almost uncomfortably, constantly moving and adjusting her position and weight.

Margo was a big girl. Her rather plump shape was that of a slightly bottom-heavy hourglass. That was not to say that her bust was small, her pair of double D’s were already swollen with milk and spilling her nighty, which was supposed to be two sizes up from her last measurement of thirty-eight double D’s. She was considerably plump well before Chris put their twins inside her. Her pregnancy only seemed to augment this image of her.

Chris would often compliment her large girthy hips and waist hidden between a little big of a backfold. It was something she often looked forward to. He knew her so well. How to talk to her, how to treat her. The once confident and self-reliant Margo would turn into a cinnamon roll at Chris’s slightest touch.

The constant of her personality was her bratty stubbornness. Which was well and truly on display tonight. She was exhausted yet she refused to go to bed just yet

She didn't want to sleep without Chris. She only liked falling asleep next to his naked body being his little spoon. His left arm under her neck, his right arm patting her huge ass, their bodies pressed against each other. Feeling his cock squished against her ass cheeks. She felt like it wasn't truly a good night's sleep unless she was in that exact position down to the letter. Like she had many times before she stayed up. Forcing herself away and waiting for him.

It was getting late. The eleven o'clock news came on. She was usually asleep by this point. She looked at her phone for what felt like the thousandth time. She knew Her husband, Chris, was working late. All Margo wanted was for him to be home.

In a text from earlier that day, Chris told her he'd be home late, closer to midnight. Margo huffed, setting her phone down again. Chris had been gone all day and she craved his touch. She wanted to feel his presence next to her.

The twins were calm. She hadn't felt them playing in hours. She liked to imagine they were dreaming right now. She stared down at her pregnant belly. She had grown so much in the last few months. The stretch Chriss were obvious as they booked through the slit down the front of her nighty. She carefully put her hand on her bump. Feeling the warmth under her palm.

She closed her eyes for just a moment. Yet that moment felt like hours. She felt relief from her heavy eyelids. A gentle sigh, a deep breath in. She pictured Chris coming through the door. Margo imagined she'd shoot right up and rush over to him, groping him gently as he came through the door. She pictured Chris being happy to see her and they'd go to bed where he'd hold her closely. Keeping her pinned as his little little spoon. She'd have a big smile from ear to ear. This was what she wanted, and didn't wanna sleep without him or that wonderful feeling.

She opened her eyes. It had barely been a minute, the news was still talking about the same news story. The minutes continued to tick by.

Again Margo picked up her phone. No new messages, or notifications. She flipped through some of the photos in her camera roll. There were new photos and old pics before her pregnancy when she first started dating Chris. And some as recent as yesterday, she and Chris posing in front of her vanity mirror giving each other a sweet peck each.

It was coming, reaching eleven thirty. A light in the front window. She heard a car pull up. She perked up scooting to the edge of the couch. The lights went out and a door slammed shut. Margo got to her feet and slowly crept to the door. Familiar rustling of the front door knob, as it was flung open. Chris walked in, a tired expression on his face, his eyes lighting up when he saw her sitting there. He was remarkably thin, giving quite the contrast to Margo’s rather plump physique.

"Missy?" Chris said softly

"Welcome home sweetie She said with a drowsy slur

"What are you doing up? You should be asleep," Chris replied throwing the door shut behind him

"I couldn't," Margo said sweetly gently rubbing her eyes

"What, why not?" Chris asked

"I didn’t want to. Not without you," Margo replied

"What, no.” Chris was frustrated and between his exhaustion, his patience was rather thin “You're pregnant, the twins could be here any day. You need to get your rest."

Margo started to act bratty, "But I didn't wanna. I only want to go to sleep with you. That’s how I like it. And I’m pregnant shouldn’t I get what I want" She said to him giving her biggest puppy dog eyes.

Chris let out a frustrated sigh. Chris spun Margo around and started to nudge her in the direction of their room "Alright, come on we're going to bed,"

"Really?" She asked turning to him slightly

"Bed. Now." Chris said

But Margo saw it, his eyes said it all. She felt like he was upset with her. Chris was turning off everything, the TV, the lights, as he walked behind her towards the bedroom. She pouted as they got to the bedroom. Margo climbed in and got under the blankets. She watched as Chris stripped down. Shuffling over to his side naked. She didn’t say a word as he got right under the blanket. Chris scooted right next to her pushing his left arm under her pillow right where her neck rested.

Margo scooted back feeling his bare skin pressed against her. She could feel his flaccid dick pressing against the crack of her ass cheeks as she nuzzled against the pillow as she grabbed his hand under her pillow.

"I missed you," she murmured

Chris let out a sigh "I missed you too, sweetheart," pressing a kiss to the back of her head. "Now it's time to sleep,"

"But don't you?" Margo started

"No," Chris said with his right hand as he started to pat her ass.

He kept a steady rhythm; each pat was like a little hypnotic ticking. This was her favorite position. Being his little spoon, laying with his left arm underneath her, patting her ass, his cock between her cheeks. It is partly what led to her pregnancy in the first place.

Chris was very intimate with her likes, needs, and the shape of her body. He felt a few new stretch marks around Margo's ass. Feeling each supple ridge up and against him.

"I love you," she said with a melancholy drowsiness

"I love you too babe," he said sweetly as he kissed the back of her head again.

Margo closed her eyes and cooed sweetly as she nuzzled against her pillow. She felt relief on her eyelids again. She didn’t have to strain herself to force her eyes to stay open. Being in her favorite position, next to Chris - now she could go to sleep. Being like this, with the gentle rhythm Chris patted her plump ass acting like a metronome. Lulling her to sleep.

After just a few minutes of patting on her ass, Chris would hear Margo let out her gentle snore. She was out cold finally. Chris moved his hand up to her baby bump. The tips of his fingers rested against one of the deep grooves of her stretch Chriss. He closed his eyes, "you two better not be this picky when you get here. I don't have enough limbs for three needy babies."

Chris closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep himself.

In the morning Chris was up before Margo. He had managed to get his phone and was scrolling through it. She could feel his morning wood pressing against her cheeks. Margo arched her back against his hard cock. Chris threw down his phone. Lifted his left arm putting Margo into a little choke hold. His right hand went right to her hip, pulling her into his hip with a long rough grind. Sliding his cock up the length of her crack. Margo let out a cute little moan of want and pleasure. She liked to think that he didn’t know, But Chris knew this was why it was her favorite position. Because it could often lead right into some early morning fucking.

Chris relinquished his hold. Margo cooed again, happily remarking to him, “Morning!”

“Morning babe,” Chris planted a kiss on the side of her forehead.

Today was their day. Margo had everything she wanted right there in their bed.

[conchoronzon]

Pedro Porn in Daddy's Sack

A snippet of Pedro and the art of my Daddy's Sack Snacks series. This one comes out the 29th of September and includes two other stories as well. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1440738

The sleeping twenty something stored in his dad’s balls stirred when Tomas lugged the two of them out of the bed. The squirms started back, not that he had too much room to move. Between the weight and the movement, it took Tomas ten minutes to set up the lights and tripod for the second pay-per-video he was going to upload. Pedro, making unintelligible and muffled noises, pushed out on the stretched skin, and Tomas’s cock stirred.

“Son, not food,” Tomas had to keep muttering to himself. Every now and then he slapped his dick like it was some sort of misbehaving animal. “Son, not food.”

Tomas sat down on the floor beside the bed, lights shining down on him and the man-shaped lump in his loins. The camera sat on the tripod, low to the ground in front of him. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the squirming mass of his son. “So,” he said, massaging his cum into Pedro’s flesh, “we’re going to make another video now. You’re going to jack off in Daddy’s balls.”

Pedro made some sort of noise. It seemed angry. He tried to get out of his dad’s grasp, but he didn’t have anywhere at all to go.

Tomas tutted. “Pey-Pey. Think about it. A hot piece of ass like you posting a FanlyOnes video getting off inside your dad’s cumtanks. We send the site proof that I didn’t turn you into a room coating load and they let us upload a bit apart. Me, shoving you down my cock, tagging your account. Then you post yourself jacking off a week later. We’ll be rich within the month. We can make a series all about how you’re Daddy’s perfect good boy who threw away his future to be my slutty cock snack. And I’ll teach you how to feed your cock. And you’ll swallow all your friends and your favorite pornstars and fuck inside my cock. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Pedro made another noise, but the inflection was harder to understand.

“If you don’t want that, I’ll post a pic of a cum puddle in a week and won’t bother you again.” Tomas grinned when Pedro went still.

A minute later, the boy nodded.

“Good boy,” Tomas said. “Well, get to it.”

He laid back, pulled up his phone, and watched the BlueTooth monitor connected to his camera. Pedro, shyly and slowly, began to touch himself.

That night, when Pedro was in the shower cleaning off the copious amounts of cum coating him, Tomas texted him an unedited version of him jerking off in Tomas’s balls with the caption: Can’t wait til next time ;)

[i-donot-forget]

Inconceivable

I wrote this as the "first approach" between Eric and my Candy, Amy. The idea is to write some more moments that I have in mind, but it could still remain just as an One-Shot. It's a very short EricxCandy, Nath’s route, lots of angst, etc, etc.

Yes Nath, I know, do you think I don't know that the fucking cafe is about to go bankrupt? I don't need you to lecture me

I'm not lecturing you, I just don't think it makes any sense for you to keep that girl who is no contribution at all

I just don't feel it's too much to give her a second chance

It's unnecessary

You know what I think you're right, I shouldn't give second chances

I nailed my eyes on his defiantly, he knew exactly the double intention in my words and couldn't do more than give me a sarcastic half smile.

You seem a bit regretful with some of your decisions, maybe you should take my advice

Enough... I'm not in the mood for this shit, not even to pretend I am, I shake my head and walk to the door, it's late, quite late. I grab my coat and leave the house without any opposition, it's getting to be a habit. I go downstairs thinking about who to write to. Rosa? no of course not, Castiel? It would be ideal if he would actually answer the damn cell phone sometime... Chani? no, I don't want to bother her... Alexy?

And I don't know how it all turned into a discussion about how I don't respect his principles...

Alex listens without an opinion while pouring a couple of drinks, not because he doesn't care, but because my constant nightly visits to complain about my relationship problems have exhausted all his advice, he has already said it all, he has opined on everything and here I am, on his couch at 2 a.m., upset with my cute and stupid boyfriend.

Sometimes I feel that... it doesn't matter...

No, no, say it, you're already here, you woke me up, the least you can do is get it all out.

I shake my head low, watching my fingers run along the rim of my glass.

Sometimes I feel like I made a mistake.... That Nath and I, we should never have been more than friends

I confess in a low voice, I don't dare to look Alexy, I feel like shit, but finally releasing those words gives me a strange feeling of freedom, lightness, of having taken a small weight off my shoulders.

You know there's no solution for that, right?

I nod my head silently... Damn it, why do I feel so trapped?

I love him you know, I really love him.

Tears well up in my eyes and I take long heavy breaths in an attempt to hold them back.

Ever since I met him, I've only wanted to protect him, I want him to be happy... but....

You are not happy with him...

Alex finishes a sentence that was more than implied, my body feels tense, so tense it hurts, I raise my arm and empty the alcohol in my glass at once. As soon as I set it down on the table, Alexy begins to prepare another.

3.30 am and I can no longer continue to abuse the hospitality and good availability of my friend... Alex calls me a cab and I get in, praying that Nath will be asleep when I get home... The alcohol and the confessions leave me drained of my strength to face those amber eyes. I get to the door and before I put the key in I clearly hear a conversation on the other side, male voices... great.... I turn on my phone's camera to assess my expression and practice my best "everything is fine" smile before entering.

Oh, hi Eric, how are you?

Eric greets me with a half smile and a nod, I approach Nathaniel to kiss him like the happy couple we are, he smiles at me until my body covers his view of Eric, in that brief moment I see clearly how his expression is disfigured, he turns his face at the last moment and I plant my kiss on his cheek Really Nath? Really?

How did it go?

He asks to cut the awkward silence that hopefully only the two of us notice, as I walk around the apartment spreading out my things.

Fine, fine, Alex was telling me about his life, his new job and stuff

Wasn't Armin there?

No, but from what he let me know, they may be considering moving in together

Sounds complicated

Well, it's only complicated with the wrong person

Shit, Amy what the fuck are you saying? I glance quickly at Eric who didn't seem to be affected by the second hidden conversation Nath and I were having.

Would you like to stay with us for a while? I can make you a drink

No... No thank you, don't bother, I'm fainting. You don't mind if I go to sleep?

I disappear backstage, locked in the room I feel an urgent impulse to tear everything apart, I strip naked on my way to the shower and let the water wash away everything it can, but it doesn't work, I want to punch the wall, throw my things around the apartment, bang my head against the tiles. I breathe, again and again and again, in and out, I throw myself on the bed to half dry, I feel so tired, so exhausted, my head is spinning and I don't know anymore if it's because of my life, because of the problems or if it's just because of the alcohol.

I blink a couple of times immobile, I can't move, as if a huge weight is crushing my body, in front of me Nath's face, a couple of strands on his slightly frowning brow, still asleep he looks like he's upset, but still he looks so.... Angelic and peaceful, I move a blond lock away from his eyes and let my hand caress his cheek, he looks so cute like this, I would like to freeze this moment forever, between dreams he slides his hand over mine in a sweet gesture, I can't help but smile, until reality hits me again and I feel like I can't hold back the urge to burst into tears.

I get up without making a sound, my chest hurts and squeezes my throat tightly forcing me to gasp for breath, I leave the room pressing my hands against my eyes as tears slip through my fingers, an involuntary sob escapes my lips breaking the silence, suddenly I bump into something that shouldn't be there.

I look up and thanks to the dim first light of the morning I run into Eric's back who looks as surprised as I do, if not more.

A-Amy

He said in a barely perceptible whisper, at the same time my meager defenses were collapsing like a house of cards.... Come on Amy, not here, not like this, not in front of him. Unable to fight any longer I broke into a thousand pieces, unconsciously clinging to his jacket, overflowing with all the anger, sadness and frustration I had been accumulating. Crying inconsolably with my face pressed to his chest, I felt one of his hands encircling my shoulders and the other resting on my head causing my crying to intensify, I can't stop myself, I can't control myself, I feel so bad, so alone in my predicaments.... Then I inhale the intense scent of leather, cigarettes, coffee and alcohol that fills my senses, after a few seconds of breathing him in, I calm down, until I can finally separate from him, covering my mouth with my hand and turning my face in the opposite direction, embarrassed...

Uh- I'm sorry, I... Drinking makes me a little sensitive...

My voice was weak and strange, I try to sound normal... like fine, but I know it's not credible...

Don't worry kid, I was just leaving.

I'll walk you to the door...

I mumbled walking after him to the exit, he left without adding anything else, alone again I carried my weight at the door, my heart was beating a thousand per hour... it could be-

My phone rings and I answer it quickly and without looking before the noise wakes Nathaniel.

Hello? Hyun? Yes... No, don't worry, I've been up for a while. Yes, of course, of course, I'll get ready and go. It's nothing.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Heart’s Choice - Chapter 27 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Carlos Martinez

"That your guy?"

Ian Foley holds out his cell-phone, showing me the feed from his doorbell cam.

In the video, John frowns and rings the bell again, his eyes shining with unnatural light in the camera's night vision.

"Yeah, that's him."

"Want me to get rid of him?"

Sighing, I down the last gulp of my energy drink, set my game controller aside, and get to my feet.

"Nah. I'm a big boy. I can handle it."

I'm reassured when Ian follows me, anyway.

At the door, I pause for a breath and rehearse a few choice lines in my head before I open it.

John stands in the blue-gray predawn light on the other side, while David lurks in the shadows at the edge of the path a few paces back.

"Carlos," his voice is a low, raspy growl.

He reaches for me and I take a step back, wondering if the thing about vampires needing to be invited in is real or not and if it applies to John.

Meanwhile, John lets his hand drop to his side and sags with relief at the sight of me and I feel a twinge of guilt.

I panicked, understandably, in my opinion but from John's perspective, I vanished on the one night I was at particularly high risk of getting murdered.

"John. How did you find me?"

He rubs a hand over his mouth and jaw in a characteristic gesture.

"I tracked your scent."

"You can do that?"

"Not usually. If I could, I'd have closed every missing person case on file by now."

"So... how am I different?

John swallows.

"You're different because... you belong to me."

I scoff.

"And you wonder why I ran away."

"No, I don't wonder. I know why you ran away. You're scared. I'm scared, too."

I laugh again.

"Okay. But somehow, I don't think we're scared of the same thing."

John meets my eyes and speaks with a solemn sincerity I can't ignore.

"I'm scared of losing myself. And I'm scared of losing you."

"Yeah, well, I'm scared of being eaten."

"Are you, really?"

His tone and expression beg me for honesty and I frown.

What is this?

Couples' therapy at five in the morning on someone else's doorstep?

Maybe being single isn't so bad after all.

"You know what? No, that isn't what really scares me. What scares me is this."

I gesture between us and include David in the sweep of my hand.

"What scares me is losing control. Losing... What do you call it? Agency. Someone else controlled my life for most of it. I couldn't leave my aunt because I thought she was the only one who could keep me safe. She made all the decisions, she named my uses and my worth. I'm still learning those things for myself. Right now, whatever this thing is between us, it's not good for me. And I don't know if it ever will be."

"Carlos, I don't want to control you. I just want to protect you until this thing is over."

"I don't need your protection."

I nod over my shoulder at Ian and Sam.

"I got plenty."

John frowns unhappily.

"No wonder you weren't as freaked out by the idea of vampires as you should have been. I take it you've introduced me already. Care to return the favor?"

I move aside a little, allowing a more direct line of sight into the house and giving my friends the opportunity to say as much or as little about themselves as they please.

Ian takes the lead, though he stays where he is and doesn't offer to shake hands.

"Ian Foley. I'm from a Shifter clan. My form's a bear."

"I'm Sam," he says and lifts a hand.

"Demon-human hybrid. Long story."

John's eyes flick between them.

"I'm beginning to see what the chief meant about this town. Anyone else I should know about?"

"I got other friends, yeah," I say.

"But it's not my place to give away secrets that aren't mine."

"Maybe you'll introduce me to them someday," John says and I hear the hint of hope in his tone.

"Maybe."

I suspect, at the very least, that the Hunter Pack will want to know there are hunters of a different kind in their territory.

They'd been wary enough of me, at first, after learning of my family history.

I didn't think any Martinez had ever gone after Werewolves but I couldn't be sure and I wouldn't be all that surprised if one had.

"Carlos..."

"Look," I say, interrupting him before he can say something to change my mind.

"It's almost dawn. The window for the ritual is closing fast and I'm perfectly safe here. It's not like I'm gonna skip town and apparently you could find me even if I did. So go home. Give me some space, okay? That's all I'm asking right now."

John takes a breath and I can tell he wants to argue.

I can also tell he's primed to lose control again if provoked.

His eyes shine with a golden glow and his teeth, while not quite fangs are noticeably long and sharp.

Ian and Sam seem to sense it, too and Ian rests a hand on my shoulder with a soft, bearlike grunt of reassurance.

This, unfortunately, is a mistake.

John's eyes flick to the spot where Ian touches me and a look of feral rage contorts his face.

His muscles bunch for a spring and his lips draw back in a snarl.

A flash of golden light illuminates the scene and John falls back with a startled expression.

Behind him, even David looks impressed.

I glance over my shoulder and see my suspicion confirmed in Sam's partial transformation.

His clothes stretch comically tight over a taller, bulkier frame.

His skin is gold, his eyes are blood red and his silky black hair falls to his waist.

A pair of short, spiral horns sprout from his brow and sharp fangs gleam as he smiles and gives the vampires a nod of acknowledgement.

In his full Ainasyan form, he has wings but they're not exactly in-door accessories and the partial shift is impressive enough.

"You heard the man," he says, his voice deeper and rougher than before.

"He knows how to get in touch with you, doesn't he? I'm sure he'll call you if he wants to talk."

"Come, John," David says, intervening at last.

"Your bonded is safe and clearly in good hands. It's time to go. The sun is nearly up and I don't tan well, as you know."

Reluctantly, John surrenders and allows himself to be led away, though he shakes David off in annoyance and stalks to his car with his shoulders tense.

When he reaches it, he looks back at me and even from that distance, I sense the longing in his gaze.

"Call me," he calls.

"When you're ready. Please and stay safe."

"I will."

He nods, drags his eyes from me with a visible effort, climbs behind the wheel and slams the door.

With far more grace, David follows suit and then John guns the engine and roars away with the reckless speed of someone who knows for a fact he has no chance of getting a traffic ticket.

Sam regains his human form as silence returns, his skin pale and his almond-shaped eyes a deep black-brown once more.

"Well, Carlos," he says.

"He's hot, I'll give him that. Otherwise, I'm not sure if I should say congratulations or ask if you wanna play 'pin the red flag' on the guy."

I look after John's vanished vehicle and sigh, as relieved that he left as I am disappointed that he's gone.

"I'll let you know when I decide," I say.

[benevolentcalamity]

...

I don't know how to explain this, so I'm just going to dive straight into it.

A small disclaimer: I'm not gonna tag what this is because surely someone knows already, and quite frankly I'd rather not touch the series ever again. XD So enjoy it while it lasts, okay? I also know none of the lore and I don't intend to, so if nothing's explained, complain to someone else.

CURTAINS!

Edit: ALRIGHT FINE

The first thing that greets your eyes is the sharp, jagged pen lines across the paper, making out symbols and numbers you no longer understand. Aware you may have some of the ink on your face you sit up, stretching until your bones pop and your muscles creak. Right when you're on the verge of giving yourself a Charlie-horse do you register the sharp ringing of your phone.

To be more specific it's one of the house phones, because the reception is a bit weird in this county in that it doesn't have the towers very close by to support mobiling.

Now, you don't really care that much about not getting to use your cell for the moment - it's not like anyone called you aside from scams and telemarketers anyway. Even your friends have lost touch, not that it's really their fault or yours. That's kind of why you're here, as your dad being the owner of the contracting company doesn't stop him from raising you.

Yawning, you reach out, picking up the clear pink phone and holding it to your ear. "Hello?"

"[Name]." Your dad's voice has an uncharacteristic lowness, only heard when there's something very important.

"Dad?" You ask. "Is something wrong? ... Are you gonna be home late again?" You don't like when you're by yourself when it gets dark here... The kinds of people that pop out have always given you the creeps.

To be fair, there are freaks in every part of the world, both good and bad. Everyone you've seen when you're on your way home while the sun's going down... just didn't feel right. Like they belong here, but nowhere else - freaks of nature only to be gathered in one place.

"No, I'll be home in about twenty minutes." It's comforting, but you're still confused. "Listen. I need you to go into my office and log into the security system."

Lamenting that you can't travel with a landline, you tilt your head. "Why?"

"I don't know, it- ... Something doesn't feel right about tonight, okay? Just stay in my office and keep an eye on the cameras. Lock yourself in, and do not open the door for anyone. There's a landline in that office, too - I will call you the second I'm home, do you understand?" His instructions are strict, reminiscent of your gym teacher back before you moved.

Swallowing, you nod despite knowing he can't see. "Okay."

"Alright. There's a notepad of instructions in the top left drawer. Get to it, now!" And with that the telltale click.

Well... No room for hesitation, ah?

Sliding straight off your chair you about scurry down the hall, narrowly missing a box with your foot as you go. Everything rocks with your every step, pace quickening until the office's distinct thick black door breaks the mix of coffee and blue. With some exertion you push through it, hurriedly locking every lock on it and grabbing the stop bar. Now most assuredly safe you take a deep breath, looking around and turning the lights on.

The room's a little boring, with file cabinets galore for... Well what do you know? A sneak peek would be ideal. Maybe a little one won't hurt, after all.

Do I dare? Still your feet gravitate towards the inviting cabinet. Beckoned by forces unknown you pry one open that's labeled, innocuously, "Mandela Miscellaneous". Still, what a funny name for somewhere to live. It's almost creepy.

Betraying the rampant curiosity, a deep, biting chill shoots through you the moment you touch the metal handle. One that not only screams in your ear with a bodiless voice that holds no words, but also commands that you do what dad asked you to do. That whatever is inside this file cabinet is not only not for your eyes, but will hold severe consequences. Even a preteen would understand this sort of feeling.

"... Damn it..." You sigh, retreating back to the desk and sitting down. It's a standard comfy black chair, with the exception you can't find the recline control lever. Even the desk is clean, unlike dad's old one back in Pennsylvania. It's completely contrast to the work he does - it's too clean.

Am I thinking too hard? The thought is pushed to the back of your mind as you type dad's password in and open up the camera feed.

Flipping through the monitors, you wonder for a moment if this is why dad was never that keen on tall furniture. Even the cabinets are wider, with the larger stuff just in piles next to them. You're no expert on furniture layout or anything, but it's bothered you since you moved here. Really, the only exception is bookshelves - tall cabinets are a no go.

Rrriiiing! Rrrriiing!

"AAAH!" Jumping out of your skin, your hand goes up in a fist before you note the blinking of the phone's port. Shoulders heaving with a sigh, you pick it up, still flipping through the cameras. "Hello?"

"[Name]?" Dad!

"Yea, dad, I'm here." You can't relax. "Why are there so many locks on that door? It's so heavy."

"My office is safe, [Name]. If something breaks in, you'll be able to stay in there until help comes." Until help comes...? As the air grows heavier, you drag a lip between your teeth. "Listen, do you see anything on the cameras?"

Taking a moment, you flip through each camera again, from the front door to the back yard to the laundry room and everywhere in between. If anything something falls over sometimes, but that's about it.

"No...?" You tremble.

Looking through it all... A dreadful bubbling settles in your stomach. Some sort of shadow upon your shoulders, whispering with cold lips that something is deeply wrong. In mere moments the action of flipping through, to just seeing the normal rooms, is a challenge and a half. Each cycle raises your hair ever more, tightens the twisting in your stomach and the clenching of your ribs.

Something isn't right.

A harsh gulp, and a quick look around the office... No, nothing strange... But what is the dark cloud over you right now?

"Dad...?" You ask.

"I'm still here, babygirl," He responds. "You're doing great, okay? I need you to take a deep breath."

One hand falling to grip the desk, you suck a shallow breath through your teeth, the room feeling as though it'll close in on you at any second. With every ounce of courage you can muster you continue flipping through the camera feed. Swallowing harshly, you jolt here and there from self-deceptive shadows and curtains blowing in the breeze of the ceiling fans.

Is this a drop of sweat on your face, or are you crying? Has the heat died, or has terror taken your warmth?

"[Name]." Dad's voice rips you back to alertness. "Can you hear me, [Name]?" His voice is firm; he knows you're terrified.

"Y-yes." You can't feel your legs.

"I'm almost home, sweetheart. Just hold on a little longer." There's a sound like creaking metal in the background, popping your ears. "Do you see anything on the cameras?"

Your lips open to respond, but the start of your voice is drowned out by the camera feed flashing with a notification in the corner. Blinking, you lean closer to the screen and squint, reading the fine text.

Motion detected at front door.

Swallowing, you flip through the camera feed. Ears opening with the doorbell ringing through the audio, you grip your one leg to keep it from shaking. You're far from ready to see whatever's going to happen, but you have to see to defend your house. Harshly clearing your throat, you finally make it to the front door camera.

What you see isn't what you expected. Rather than, really, some grotesque monster, there's a person. Quite an odd-looking person, really... The cameras are infrared when the house is this dark - no need to have the lights on when you're not downstairs - so you can only make out this person being... Well, unnaturally pale, if anything.

The hair is wavy, but crunchy, suggestive it's been a while since they've bathed. Regardless it trails down their back, teased by the occasional movements of ringing the doorbell and trying to peek through the covered windows on either side of the door. Each movement billows the long gown, until they simply settle with standing properly, hands behind their back.

"... Dad?" You ask.

"What do you see, [Name]?" Dad sounds... concerned.

"I... A person...?"

"What do they look like?" Dad's voice is demanding now, urgent - and a whole new wave of nausea passes through you.

"Umm... Long hair, long dress...?" You swallow. "I don't know..."

"[Name]." Dad's voice is firm, but fearful. "Do not speak to them."

A chill in your arms. "What do you mean?" Your gaze is drawn to the phone.

"[Name], listen to me," He explains. "I'm sorry I didn't explain everything when we got here... That person isn't human."

What? "What do you mean... isn't human?"

"If that's who I think it is... [Name], do not speak to him. Don't even look at him, understand?"

Deciding it'd be wise to just switch cameras, the second your gaze falls on the feed you shriek, all feeling shooting back into your limbs.

"[NAME]!" Dad's voice rings in your newfound clarity, your one hand gripping the desk so hard it'd splinter if it weren't actually good wood. "[Name], what's happening?"

What has you so startled isn't that something's replaced that person, but they're still there. In actuality they're - he's - turned fully to the camera, staring dead into it.

Staring right at you.

A friendly smile is on his face, an innocent tilt of the head along with it. Stepping back, he lifts one arm, pointing towards the side. At first you shudder, looking towards the side of the camera, not daring to change feeds. After a moment of ignorance you follow the unnatural thinness teased by the baggy sleeve to the side of the console.

Then your gaze finds a red light - and the word, "Mute."

"... Dad?" You quiver.

"What's happening? Are you alright?" Dad's voice shakes, worry clouding whatever else he could be feeling.

"... How can you tell that I'm 'muted' on this thing?" It's the stupidest thing in this world, and yet you might've fucked all of this up on one oversight.

"... The red light is blinking." Then you both seem to realize. "... [Name]..."

You hurriedly reach to push the button, praying on the one motion that you haven't messed anything up yet. Gulping, you tremble, the bubbling fear in your stomach not as tumultuous, but still threatening to burst if anything more happens.

"Please tell me you're almost home, dad..." You whimper, tears lining your eyes. "I don't know if I can do this..."

"It's okay, sweetie." Now his voice is soft, assuring; finally your shoulders unclench. "I'm turning into the subdivision now. You just wait now, okay? Take a deep breath."

"Are you going to hang up?"

"No. I'm gonna be right here until I pull up. Anything happens, I can give you more directions." He swallows. "You should be proud, you're doing a great job. When you finish school, you'd make a good security person. Preferably not here, though... This town's better left to the pros." That you can get behind.

Turning your gaze back to the cameras, that man's still there. He's swaying side to side, hair swishing like a pendulum, hands at his sides. It's like he's bored, waiting for you to do something, or something else to happen. As though noticing he has your attention again his movement pauses, and he looks at you again.

When the silence is at his heaviest, his lips finally open.

"... Hello." You don't know how to describe his voice. It's comforting, but there's an odd malice deep within. Like a siren's song it draws you in, but go too far and you'll be drowned. "[Name], right? It's nice to meet you."

Huh...?

Tilting your head, you walk the chair back.

"[Name], don't say anything to him," Dad orders.

Swallowing, you nod, managing to turn your eyes away. Bringing up your knees you hug them tightly, dragging a lip between your teeth. Weirdly, there's a relief in the motion, a comfort. At last, you feel like this horrible night is coming to an end. Nothing can touch you, nothing can harm you - nothing can reach you.

"[Name]~" There's a waving motion in your peripheral vision. "Little lamb? Are you not there? It's bad manners not to greet your guests, you know." Then it stops. "Don't be afraid. Just come here, and open the door... I have a housewarming gift for you."

There's a flash, and your head snaps up. Light slowly creeps through the far side of the camera, and your chest heaves at the telltale shape of dad's truck. A disappointed hum from the strange man, and he steps back - and you look at him once more.

Another smile, but this one feels... wrong. "It's okay, little one, I forgive you. We'll meet properly soon, okay? I'll be waiting."

A quick turn, and he calmly strides into the shadows, disappearing in what feels like a blink. The phone beeps as dad pulls into the driveway, and your head spins as you stand from the chair. Lumbering to the door you take down the rod and undo all the locks, managing to pry it open and peer out into the hall. Flicking the lights on, you push off the walls dragging yourself towards the stairs.

"[Name]?!" Dad shouts through the haze.

Your legs give out, and you collapse onto your knees.

"[Name]!"

You're lifted up, and you pull yourself together just long enough to see dad's badge.

"It's okay now... You did great. Good job, kiddo."

[bobbysinghchauhan]

Skandagiri Sunrise Trek

Skandagiri Trek: A Thrilling Adventure to the Summit

Discovering the magic of Skandagiri This article gives all the inside details of a personal experience trekking this beautiful hill fort, complete with practical tips, stunning photos (imagine!), and answers to your most burning questions. Prepare yourself for an adventure!

Skandagiri Introduction

So, you are planning to take on Skandagiri? That's a splendid idea, I assure you, it is one thing you will never forget in a hurry. Just to be clear, I took the trip not too long ago, and speaking the truth, it was a roller coaster ride of emotions, from pure terror against a sharp incline to sheer joy watching the sunrise from up there.

This is not an average walk in the park. This is an adventure: it calls for a whole lot of stamina, a sprinkle of courage, and loads of awe. Whether you're an experienced trekker or a newbie looking for a challenge that promises thrill, Skandagiri fits the bill nicely.

This article attempts to vent my high and low emotions and everything in between so that I can leave you inspired (or maybe just warn you!) before lacing those boots up.

Planning Your Skandagiri Trip

The Time of Choosing

When planning your trek to Skandagiri, timing is very essential.

October to March: Cooler temperatures are best suited for trekking during these months. The weather is mild and trail dry, and that extra touch of chillness at dawn creates an even greater splendor for sunrise viewing.

Skip summer heat: Trekking from April through June can be strenuous and hazardous.

Monsoon Problems: The lush paradise of the monsoons between June and September transforms, but as the trails become slimy, the trek becomes much more difficult.

Understanding Trek Times

Most trekkers prefer the high trek, which starts between midnight and 1 AM. Though, the aim is to be at the summit of the peak at dawn so as to witness the sunrise. Some others would take hikes during the day; those have their own kind of views but miss out on that enchanting sunrise up there at the peak.

Get your gear right.

Packing properly is half the work done. Here's a comprehensive list that should prepare you:

Footwear: Tough hiking shoes with good grip. Leave those flip-flops or casual sneakers; they surely let you down.

Clothing: Comfortable for breathability, and especially layered up, as it's winter trekking-you wouldn't want it to be cold at the summit!

Headlamp/flashlight: definitely necessary for these night treks; the trail is not lit- so all you'll have is your light to navigate with.

Hydration: At least 2 liters for each person. The enemy-there's no such thing because you're dehydrated.

Snacks: Energy bars, dry fruits, or chocolates-things to keep fueling you. Heavy meals should be avoided before the trek.

Essentials of First Aid: Band-aids, antiseptic, and pain relief spray; trust me, better have it and not need it than need and not have it.

Sunscreen & Hat: There is a need for daytime descent, particularly if the sun will peek-a-boo with you.

Insect Repellent: For those annoying mosquitoes and bugs.

Camera/phone: That memory to capture those once-in-a-lifetime views.

Traversing the Trail: One Skandagiri Trek

Skandagiri Trek is about a man proving his strength by testing his endurance.

The Beginning Hassle

The trail is almost immediately very steep and rocky, and one really has to draw in all their strength to complete this part of the climb. You are mostly guaranteed to think that the trek should not have been undertaken at this point in time, but do not back out. This journey is the most difficult section of the trek.

Medium Part Relaxation

After all the struggles at the starting point, he moves on the slightly leveled trail. The place offers breathing space and a chance to observe the cool night sky (if the tour is undertaken at night) or the vibrant scenery all around him during the daytime trek.

The Final Shot

In a sense, the last leg is rocky paths and grassy portions. By now, your legs would feel jelly, but the thought of being at the summit boosts you. Take a break now, hydrate regularly, and adjust your pace.

The Summit: A Sunrise Spectacle at Skandagiri

The summit experience will pay you back for every drop of effort you put in while climbing.

The Sunrise: Watching the sunrise from behind the horizon, diffusing its colors of orange, pink, and purple all over the sky, is an unreal experience. It's really magic at its purest, which words cannot describe.

The Sea of Clouds: Mornings can be clear enough for you to catch a glimpse of cloud inversion: a fluffy white sea below your feet. It is straight out of a dream.

A Sense of Achievement: Very few feelings are better than the understanding that you have trashed the long trek.

Beyond Trekking: Inverse all the Historical Inside Skandagiri

Beyond being a trek, Skandagiri could really be called a historical excursion. Shrines of the hill fort tell stories of times long gone by.

Historical Significance: Skandagiri was used as the strategic fort for Tipu Sultan. Many witnessed wars in all their spelling.

Remains: The ruins of walls, watchtowers, and temples show a bit of brilliance in the fort's architecture. The peaceful environment makes it a perfect place for a moment of introspection.

Practical tips and tricks for a smooth trek:

Booking today: Skandagiri is a pre-booking trek, so plan ahead.

Travel with the Group: Trekking with friends or a guided group ensures safety and camaraderie.

Local Guide: A local guide can be a good option. They know the trails and add different experiences with stories and tips.

Respect Nature: Don't litter. Carry your trash back. Leave no trace behind.

Start Early: Get to the base camp at dawn to avoid the crowd and find a good spot to see the sunrise.

Things You Need to Know about Skandagiri Trek: Starting Point, Ending Point, Route, and More

Starting Point:  Papagni Mutt is where the trek to Skandagiri starts.  Papagni Mutt is located near the village of Kalavara (Kalwara) in Chikkaballapur district and is about 60 km from Bangalore. Papagni Mutt serves as a base camp where trekkers generally gather before the trek begins.

How to Reach: Papagni Mutt

Car/Bike: Drive down NH44 from Bangalore to Chikkaballapur and the journey from Bangalore should take roughly 1 hour 30 minutes - 2 hours.

Public Transport: Bus and train from Bangalore to Chikkaballapur, then auto or taxi from Papagni Mutt.

End Point: The climb will take a person to the peak of Skandagiri at close to 1450 meters, or 4757 feet, above sea level. There is a glorious view of the hills and valleys around this summit.

Route and Trail Details

The trail to Skandagiri combines pebbly trails, dirt paths, and grassy patches. The trek is about 8 kilometers (round trip).

Important Sections of Route

Base Camp to Initial Ascent: The ascend begins steeply with rocky surfaces that test endurance right from the first step.

Midway Stretch: After the ascent, the trail levels into the even surface, harboring a short rest.

Last Ascent to Summit: Winding paths lead off at the end of this stretch with a combination of boulders and grass patches within the routes. It's challenging but rewarding.

Some Kinds of Route Waypoints

At the base, the Papagni Temple Ruins.

Points for Watching an Amazing View while Ascending.

The Hill Fort Ruins at the Summit.

Duration of the Trek:

Upward: 2-3 hours, depending on your circulation.

Downward: 1.5-2 hours.

Level of Difficulty

Moderate difficulty is what defines the Skandagiri trek.

For: Beginners with a good fitness level.

Mountaineers for a short yet satisfying hike.

Encountered Challenges:

High slopes, especially at the initial stage of the trek.

The grounds usually have uneven gravel and rock mixtures, requiring extreme foot placement care.

The skills required of night trekkers are focus, good lighting, and smooth speed.

Best Time to Trek

Night Trek: Popularized for its sunrise experience usually begins around midnight.

Day Trek: This offers a cheerful daytime scene but loses out on the sunrise magic.

Other Essential Requirements

Permits: A trekking permit is mandatorily required for trekking along the Skandagiri trail as it is regulated. It can either be downloaded online or collected from the base camp (pre-booking is necessary to avoid inconvenience).

Local Guides: Hiring a guide is highly recommended, especially for first-timers or night trekkers. They know the trail and ensure safety.

Nearby Attraction To Skandagiri

Skandagiri, one place that is most inclined to the adventure as well as nature lovers and even those who are looking for solitude in their life, is in Karnataka and proves to be a gorgeous hill station. This area is not just limited to trekking but isn't a dull base for inspiring and historical relevance. This article brings you some of the best places to visit near Skandagiri-combining adventure culture and nature in a story about why they formed an essential part of the travel itinerary.

Introduction to Skandagiri: Before we get up close to nearby attractions, let's get to know why Skandagiri has become such a place that is beyond comparison: Approximately 70 km from Bangalore, Skandagiri is famous for the early morning sunrise views, ancient ruins, rich biodiversity, where the main attraction is the Skandagiri Fort, a monument with history and greenery around which makes it an excellent backdrop for photography and visit.

The Lure of Nandi Hills: Nandi Hills, one of Karnataka's most famous hill stations, is almost a twenty-kilometre distance from Skandagiri. The scenic views of Nandi Hills and a beautifully flowering place contribute to its majesty and history. The famous ancient Nandi temple is worth visiting, exploring manicured gardens, and admiring the early morning sunrises when the skies are washed in shades of orange and pink. An excellent concoction for those looking for adventure and quiet.

Bhoga Nandeeshwara Temple: The Bhoga Nandeeshwara Temple is just a stone's throw away from Skandagiri. One of the oldest temples built in the 9th century, this temple is dedicated to Lord Shiva, and the intricately carved, beautifully decorated, and finely inscribed architectural marvel is believed to be the most famous ancient one in Karnataka. It is a very serene atmosphere of ancient historical importance. Must visit for someone inclined towards spirituality and history connoisseurs alike.

Chikkaballapur: Chikkaballapur is the relatively nearest at a distance of about 30 kilometers from Skandagiri. It is a town that is very rich in adventure and exploration possibilities. This town is tightly surrounded by hills, and the views from these hills draw many trekkers and adventure lovers to its breathtaking scenery.

To the Caves of Bhairava Durga: Adventure seekers will visit the Bhairava Durga caves about 25 kilometers from Skandagiri-the, the hidden treasure of the adventurous at heart. This place serves a dual purpose: history lovers and adventure seekers. These caves are said to have been carved out by devotees seeking sanctuary, and stunning views can be seen over the landscapes surrounding them.

Tranquil Waters of Nandi Lake: Nandi Lake is yet another wonder close to Skandagiri-an, 17 kilometers from there. This peaceful site is suited for picnics, refreshments, and recreation with a touch of nature. A beautiful afternoon can be spent here, surrounded by thick green leaves, far removed from the bustle of life.

The Grand Nandi Betta: Amid trekking and beautiful vistas, Nandi Betta offers hills and trails nearby. This is an absolutely fine location for photographers and nature lovers who wish to record the beauty of the natural world in Karnataka.

The Mysterious Lepakshi: This tiny hamlet is nearly 120 kilometers from Skandagiri, and it has quite a lot of history seeped into it apart from being prized with its architectural beauty. Lepakshi Temple is among the major places in this petite little village. It is a temple that worships Lord Shiva. Besides, this temple is widely known for its marvelous frescoes and the largest stone-carved Nandi in the world.

Dive into the Mysterious Ramnagar: Ramnagra is almost about 45 kilometers away from Skandagiri, a quiet little town that is somewhat humble but is considered awe-inspiring in terms of scenic beauty and a place of adventure sports. Enclosed with lush green hills, Ramnagar serves as a rock climbing and trekking spot.

Historical Significance of Devarayanadurga: Devarayanadurga is a captivating hill station with ancient temples set in beautiful surroundings and is about 75 kilometers away from Skandagiri. This place is also known for its temperate climatic conditions characterized by an extensive forest cover conducive to trekking and nature motoring. 

Safety Tips

Stick to the marked trails and avoid shortcuts.

Trek in groups during a night trek.

Carry a headlamp or torch with spare batteries.

Wear proper hiking gear to avoid injuries.

Respect nature and do not disturb wildlife.

Route Map

A typical Skandagiri destination trek route map would include;

Base Camp (Papagni Mutt) → Initial rocky climb

Midway Plateau → Slightly even terrain providing opportunities for rest.

Final ascent → Steep winding ways to the summit.

Summit (Skandagiri Peak) → Ruins of the fort and breathtaking views of sunrises.

Will you be interested in visually representing the road or planning your trek?

FAQs:

1. Are Skandagiri treks tough?

Yes, it's a fairly moderate kind of trekking and not for the ones who have just started trekking. A fitness regime is something that is required in good amounts.

2. Can I go alone?

Yes, you can, but it's highly recommended you go with a group, especially when you are not an experienced trekker. Safety in numbers!

3. What is the best time to begin the trek?

Most people will start their night trek very late in the evening or early at night to reach the summit before sunrise.

4. Are there any facilities available at the top?

No, there isn't anything atop the mountain, so carry what you need.

5. What about accommodation?

You have to arrange accommodation on your own in nearby towns like Nandi Hills.

6. Is trekking safe at night?

Though many prefer trekking at night to view the sunrise, always trek in numbers and have a proper light source.

7. What is the Skandagiri trek famous for?

Skandagiri, known as Kalavara Durga in the past, is one of the most beautiful places to watch the sunrise and one of the greatest landscapes in the history of the magnificent part of India. This trek is near Bangalore in India, where nature greets heritage. The trek here has made great fame due to the in-built remains of the ancient fort that stands at its top-most level to receive a glimpse of the region's heritage.

8. When is the best time for Skandagiri trekking?

The best time for the Skandagiri trek is between the months of November and March, as the atmosphere remains cool and pleasant, with the temperature ranging from 15°C to 25°C during the morning. Thus, trekking would be less tiresome due to the high heat. This time also has maximum chances of a relatively clear and bright sky, making it the most favorable condition to witness an out-of-the-ordinary sunrise.

9. How high should the Skandagiri trek score on the difficulty scale?

It is quite moderate, which suits even beginners and advanced trekkers. The entire trek is only about 8 km long in total round trip, with the summit gradual ascent through the entire stretch. The trail is well-marked and manageable, although it may be a bit rough and steep here and there. Most people take about 2 to 3 hours to reach the top, which depends on the climber's fitness levels.

10. What should I carry with me for trekking?

Pack light but practical items for trekking at Skandagiri. The most important things are: comfortable trekking shoes to provide stability on rocky terrain, a reusable water bottle to help stay hydrated, and snack items to gain high energy. Use a light jacket or sweater, as mornings are a little cooler. A headlamp is essential for those early risers who wish to see nature's beautiful sunrise.

11. Any safety precautions while trekking Skandagiri?

Safety is most important; when trekking in Skandagiri, inform someone about trekking plans and estimated time of return after the trek. Start early in the morning to avoid heat and ensure enough time for descent. Trekking in groups is also suggested as it makes it safe and fun. Carry a first aid kit and at least have some basic knowledge of first aid in case of minor injuries. kit and knowing basic first-aid procedures can also be beneficial in case of minor injuries.

12. What animals can be seen on the Skandagiri trek?

The trek can provide an unlimited opportunity to watch a range of flora and fauna, including birds that can be seen in the area, making it great for bird watchers. The place also shelters many kinds of butterflies and small mammals, further increasing biodiversity. It's a great place for nature lovers to hang out in a beautifully landscaped and richly vegetated area while hoping for wildlife sightings.

The Most Important Tips to Ensure a Good Experience in Skandagiri

Break into your hiking boots: Do not wear new boots while trekking!

Inform someone about your plans: Make sure your friend or family knows your itinerary.

Take Enough Fluid: Drink plenty of water before, during, and after hiking.

Trust Your Body: Don't be excessive. It is always better to return than to feel it.

Reflections After Trekking in Skandagiri:

Well, the Skandagiri trek was not actually a journey to test my physical endurance, but it was an experience well beyond those lines and was a life-changing experience. It was meant to thrash me out of my comfort zone, test my limits before really pushing those boundaries, and inevitably mark in my memory such experiences that I am sure will only accompany me in my life journey ahead. There was a beautiful sunrise, wonderful co-trekking fellows, and the endpoint that described such a beautiful experience.

Conclusion:

Unlike other hilly terrains, Skandagiri is characterized as a unique place that attests to the beauty and power of nature. It is another difficult trek but rewarding in all its features, including adventure, history, and a panorama view that it provides. This place is a must-visit to test your energy limits and energize you for a few days. Make a mental note to consider Skandagiri, and it will take you a long way. However, remember to plan, prepare, and enjoy the journey! You won't regret it. Trust me! Go conquer Skandagiri!