#top entertainment agencies

[alienzevents]

Unleash Unforgettable Experiences Premier Entertainment Agencies in the UAE

When it comes to entertainment, the United Arab Emirates (UAE) is a hub of creativity, luxury, and innovation. With a multitude of entertainment agencies vying for attention, finding the perfect one for your needs can be overwhelming. Fear not, as we've curated a list of the top entertainment agencies in the UAE to help you make an informed choice.

1. Alienz Events

At the forefront of the entertainment scene in the UAE stands Alienz Events, renowned for its impeccable service, innovative approach, and unparalleled creativity. Specializing in a wide array of events, from corporate functions to extravagant weddings, Alienz Events prides itself on turning dreams into reality. With a team of seasoned professionals and access to world-class talent, Alienz Events is your go-to destination for unforgettable experiences in the UAE.

2. Impact Proximity

With a focus on creating immersive and engaging experiences, Impact Proximity has carved a niche for itself in the UAE's entertainment industry. From experiential marketing campaigns to large-scale events and activations, Impact Proximity combines creativity with technology to leave a lasting impact on audiences. With a portfolio that includes some of the biggest brands in the region, Impact Proximity continues to push the boundaries of what's possible in the world of entertainment.

3. Done Events

For those in search of world-class entertainment and live performances, Done Events is a name that needs no introduction. With a track record of bringing international artists and performers to the UAE's stages, Done Events has solidified its reputation as a leader in concert promotion and event management. From intimate gigs to stadium-filling concerts, Done Events knows how to deliver an unforgettable entertainment experience.

4. YAK Events

Specializing in creating bespoke events that reflect the unique vision and style of their clients, YAK Events is synonymous with luxury and sophistication. From high-end weddings to exclusive corporate gatherings, YAK Events caters to the discerning tastes of its clientele with impeccable attention to detail and flawless execution. With a network of trusted vendors and suppliers, YAK Events ensures that every event is a seamless and memorable affair.

5. Mirage Promotions

With a focus on entertainment that transcends boundaries, Mirage Promotions has established itself as a force to be reckoned with in the UAE's entertainment landscape. From cultural festivals to international concerts and theatrical productions, Mirage Promotions brings together artists and performers from around the world to captivate audiences and celebrate diversity. With a commitment to excellence and a passion for pushing the boundaries of creativity, Mirage Promotions continues to set the standard for entertainment in the UAE.

Conclusion

In a region known for its opulence and extravagance, these entertainment agencies stand out for their commitment to excellence, creativity, and innovation. Whether you're planning a corporate event, a wedding, or simply looking to experience the best that entertainment has to offer, these agencies have the expertise, talent, and resources to bring your vision to life. Trust in their proven track records and let them help you create unforgettable experiences in the UAE.

[earthtooz]

one big brain dump tbh but a lot of fluff and swearing !

you fall for bakugou katsuki first.

he's unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with in the hero world. many have had their eyes on bakugou ever since he was a mere hero course student. safe to say he did not disappoint.

now climbing to one of the top hero spots, dynamight is widely adored by japan. despite crowning one of the most 'undesirable' personalities a hero can have, his fans equated him to a pomeranian and moved on to the latest papparazi photo taken at the time.

before the public, you adored bakugou katsuki first.

as a classmate, he pushed you to your limit without even knowing, invigorating you with a spirit to keep fighting. as a friend (you got there in the end), he entertained you with his grumbling, liked to carry your bag for you despite your reluctance, and kept you company throughout rigorous study periods.

somewhere along the way, you realised you adored bakugou katsuki, a lot more than friends should.

now as a coworker in his agency, he keeps you company during late hours, sends you off on missions with a 'come back alive, idiot', and delivers you gifts when things are going rough.

fate plays her cards and bakugou katsuki now finds himself falling even harder for you. five years after your revelation.

when he looks you in the eye there is something akin to determination in them and it alights pure admiration in his veins. despite your kindness, you are strengthened by ambition and purpose alone, and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field.

but these newfound feelings come to him as effortlessly as water flows down a stream after a downpour; destined to feel this way for you, helpless against the currents of life. after a long drought, he feels refreshed and rejuvenated by the energy you bring to his life.

he loves the little notes you stick on his desk, often paired with smiley faces, stupid jokes, or reminders that range from 'drink water!' or 'see you at the meeting at 1! :p'. he loves the daily lunch runs you have together, sometimes it's easier to get to work when he knows you're there with him. he loves that you're workout buddies, always giving him extra 'fun' challenges during his session by sitting atop him during push-ups or planks, or clinging to him like a koala as he does pull-ups.

bakugou katsuki loves you so naturally that you've been embedded in the little cracks of the hectic lives you both lead.

you're his homescreen and lockscreen, there's a plushie you gave him in third year sitting in his large-ass bedroom, there's a photo of you and him on his office desk, even more polaroids at home, and there's a designated mug for you in his cabinet for when you come over. it's used approximately twice a week.

bakugou doesn't want to show it, really, he doesn't, but he finds himself staring at you too often, too softly. there's a multitude of paparazzi photos of you two, the cameras catching the obvious shift in his eyes when it's you he's next to, looking at you with a grin as you ramble excitedly to him.

mina's never fails to send one whenever she sees them.

she even sent him a photo that was taken whilst he was walking through the street, too engaged with his phone to realise cameras pointed at him. the wild part is that there is a gentle, heartfelt smile etched on his face.

‘texting y/n? down bad.’

the acid user was blocked that day. she was right though.

the sad part is that he can recall exactly which text you sent that had him that giddy; it was a selfie of you and a pomeranian from patrol, paired with some joke that you found bakugou whilst out. whilst he would've blown anyone up who made the comparison to his face, he found himself zooming in on your bright smile, heart aching with a familiar longing.

he hates you. he hates you so bad that it hurts not to have you.

every reminder that you weren't his pains him even more. at his core, bakugou is nothing more than a bitter, jealous son of a bitch, but he can't help it. he's sacrificed too much to get to the top, but he doesn't want to lose you.

not when you look so beautiful- so ethereal laughing with that extra ‘hero’, monoma. under the gala lights, in your outfit, you were truly beautiful, and bakugou finds himself stunned by your allure, stomping over to you in a vulnerable moment of bewitchment.

he doesn't know how many people he pushed aside in the crowd, ignoring their grunts and gasps to reach you.

you, sweet, radiant, undeniable you find him first, meeting him in the middle with an even brighter smile.

despite being in the middle of a stuffy, packed floor, filled to the brim with heroes, sidekicks, reporters and managers alike, it is only you and bakugou. the intimacy causes him to feel overwhelmed by your glow; the tie he's donning suddenly tightening around his neck, causing him to choke on his words.

there's a sudden urge to get to his knees and start praising the ground you stand on.

"hi," you murmur.

"hey,” he responds, briefly scanning you up and down. “you look nice.”

you laugh at his compliment, masking the violent heartbeat of your chest. "thank you, katsuki. i think you look dashing."

the blond offers you his arm. you take it without much thought. "of course i do. if i wanna stand next to you i have to look worthy of it."

you fall first for bakugou katsuki.

but he's waiting at the bottom to catch you in his arms.

[allforthegayphase]

TW: rape

Something I really appreciated about The Sunshine Court was its nauseatingly realistic depiction of rape culture.

Jean’s (repeated, violent) sexual assault isn’t treated as something horrific; in the toxic environment of The Nest, it’s normalized. The real story — Riko ordering 5 male players to rape Jean as a sadistic way to ‘break him in’ — is quickly twisted by his abusers; Jean is seen as a calculating vixen who slept his way to the top, for a Perfect Court number:

They continuously mock and taunt Jean with senseless jokes about it. There is an element of jealousy at play; Jean is a prodigy player, and, as he says himself at some point in the book, his older teammates didn’t enjoy being shown up by a child. They certainly enjoyed knocking him down a peg, though, by humiliating him and creating an illusion that he only got his spot on the team for sleeping around, not his talent:

Even one of his rapists, Grayson, continues this false narrative despite knowing the truth (or maybe he even convinced himself this narrative is the truth; that Jean ‘seduced’ him for a spot on the starting lineup):

Other ravens who don’t know the truth seem to quickly believe the narrative that a 16 yo chose to sleep with a bunch of his superiors for a personal gain; that is certainly easier than entertaining the thought that your teammates (friends?) are capable of something this horrific. Or maybe they simply don’t question it too hard; after all, Jean can’t tell his side of the story.

The rumors eventually spread outside the Nest. Jean’s reputation is tarnished to the point that this is one of the first things strangers on the internet learn about him:

The most heartbreaking detail about it all is Jean’s age. He was a 16 boy on the college team, the youngest player on the lineup; a foreigner who couldn’t even speak English when he arrived; an outsider. Despite the fact that his young age is something that even the ravens find particularly scandalous about the whole situation, Jean’s agency is never questioned. He’s not seen as a minor who was taken advantage of by older, superior men — and most of them are quite significantly older, having already graduated by the time Jean’s 19; Grayson seems to be the youngest of them and he’s at least three years older than Jean.

As many victims of SA, Jean had no choice but to continue living with his abusers side by side, pretending like nothing happened. Knowing there’s absolutely nothing he can do.

The first time someone voices concern over the questionable circumstances surrounding the whole situation happens in this conversation with Jeremy (to be fair, it seems like Jean's age isn't public knowledge but the ravens obviously know):

And as many victims, Jean internalized his experience as something he deserved on some level:

TLDR: Sexual assault is, unfortunately, a very big part of our culture; it’s not just something that happens in the dark alleys; rapists aren't just scary strangers. They're also your friends, peers, teammates. The way the Nest (and the general public as a whole) turns a blind eye at best and mocks and humiliates the victim at worst is a microcosm of how SA is largely treated in real life. It was genuinely fascinating to see it depicted so realistically, even though it made for a heavy read at several points. I hope Nora keeps up the good work, and we'll see further exploration of the topic and Jean dealing with his trauma in the next book.

[bratzforchris]

hi! can I have fluffy smut w/ johnnie please?! like similar to the the more feminine reader headcanons where they’re wearing a new pink set and tease him while he’s streaming or something!? thank you! love all ur content btw! 🖤🤍

Tease

Summary: Dropping lunch off at Johnnie's desk results in much more than just a quick hug and a kiss

Pairing: CEO!Johnnie x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), semi public sex (?), face fucking, hair pulling, quickie

Word Count: 923

A/N: I'm sorry this request took so long to get out, anon, but I hope it's worth the wait! Also, I know I strayed from the prompt a tad, but I saw this photo of Johnnie and couldn't resist :p Enjoy!!

It was a well known fact that your boyfriend, Johnnie, was one of the biggest entertainment CEOs in Los Angeles. Having originally started out as a YouTuber himself, he had ended up coming up with the idea of creating a talent agency specifically for YouTubers, which had led to an enormous company empire that quickly had him wrapped up in all kinds of company calls, business meetings, and the like. Managing famous influencers such as Tarayummy, Larray, and the Sturniolo Triplets was never easy work by any means, but you and Johnnie both always put in the effort to make sure that you two got time together for your relationship. 

Like now for example. You were riding in the private, glass elevator of the corporation’s building to the top floor, in which Johnnie’s private office was. Despite keeping your relationship relatively private and quiet, you were known throughout the company as Johnnie’s girlfriend and the secretary on the ground floor had seamlessly shooed you into the CEO’s private elevator. You stepped out onto Johnnie’s floor, clutching the takeout bag in your hand tighter. Your boyfriend had a bad habit of forgetting to pack lunch or eat when he was wrapped up at work, so you had decided to bring him lunch from his favorite cafe as both a way to see him and get a quick ‘I love you’ and as a way to make sure he was staying healthy. 

You stepped into his private hallway, adjusting your half-shoulder shirt. Your lacy, pink bra peeked out from underneath the fabric, adding a touch of brightness to the modern, gray and white hallway. You walked towards the grand door that had a silver plaque reading ‘Guilbert’ on it. You knocked quickly, calling out. “It’s me, hun.”

Within a few seconds, Johnnie had opened the door, a tired smile on his face. “I wasn’t expecting you today, my love.”

“I thought I’d bring you lunch,” You smiled, stepping into his office and closing the door behind you. “I know how you can get when you’re busy.” You said gently, kissing his cheek and setting the takeout bag on his desk. 

Johnnie looked you up and down as he sat back down in his chair, running his hands through his hair. “Thank you, baby, but I think this,” he paused to gesture at your flowy, white shirt, pink bra, and pink miniskirt. “Is a much better gift.” 

You blushed, sitting down on his lap. “Whatcha working on?”

Your boyfriend sighed, clearing some papers off his desk and refreshing his computer. “A lot. Everyone seems to be wanting to change their business model right now.” he sighed. 

You pouted, not liking how Johnnie’s face was creased with stress, or how rigid his muscles were with anxiety. “I’m sorry, baby.” You hummed softly, not-so-secretly adjusting yourself on his lap. 

Johnnie let out an involuntary moan as he looked at you, blue eyes growing wide with arousal at the way you were practically teasing him with that bra strap and your girly little outfit. He held your hips as his boner grew, whimpering softly. 

“I have a meeting in fifteen.” he groaned, rather frustrated that he didn’t have all the time in the world to hike that little skirt up and bend you over his desk. 

“That’s enough time for me.” You smiled sweetly, looking up at him with doe eyes as you slid off his lap. 

You began to undo Johnnie’s belt and trousers, making quick work of getting his pants off. By the time you were done, his dick had sprung free and was already throbbing with arousal, the tip glistening with pre cum. You began to fist him softly with one hand, upping the teasing before you began to slide your tongue across his tip. Johnnie moaned, thrusting his hips forward and tangling his hands in your hair, eager for your pretty little mouth to relieve his stress. 

As you took all of him into your mouth, Johnnie moaned when his tip hit the back of your throat. He began to pull your hair as you made him feel good, your head bobbing as you sucked and licked his cock. Johnnie thought you looked absolutely adorable with your angelic looks and big eyes looking at him as you worked him. The familiar feeling of orgasm built in his stomach and he moaned, thrusting himself towards your face again and again. 

It wasn’t long before he came, throwing his head back with a loud grunt as thick, white ropes of cum shot into your mouth and down your throat. You pulled off Johnnie’s cock with a pop, smiling as you swallowed and wiped your mouth. “Feeling less stressed now?” You asked with a giggle. 

Johnnie leaned forward to kiss your forehead, simultaneously fixing his pants and hair, seeing as how the clock said he had three minutes until his meeting. “A lot less stressed,” he smiled softly. “You’re the best, darling.”

You blushed under the praise, straightening your own clothes. “I really love you, you know that? And I’m sorry for teasing you with my outfit.” You giggled. 

“I’m sure you are,” Johnnie rolled his eyes playfully, pinching your ass. “I love you, baby. Thank you for the food.”

You bid Johnnie a goodbye as he took the phone call for his meeting. As you stepped out into the hallway once again, you began to plot ways to make Johnnie feel even less stressed once he got home. In fact, you were never truly done teasing him. 

[izurou]

LOST IN THE FIRE FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI

synopsis: katsuki has never thought about children, but today the thought consumes him from the inside out, and so do you.

contains: female reader. adult pro hero bakugou. established relationship. unprotected sex. a creampie. parental themes ie; mentions of pregnancy and children + reader being a mother. kats has a raging breeding kink and is so super in love! 3.1k wc.

note: sounds so dramatic at the beginning but i swear it is not serious like that :c either way i hope you like it < 3

you drive katsuki insane.

sure, you have your moments—times when you’re unimaginably annoying and butt heads with him over every possible thing, but that’s not what drives him up the wall—it’s the thoughts.

the pesky, never ending thought of you. you’re always there—day or night, rain or shine, like a pretty little parasite living between his ears.

he almost mistook it for a quirk, the way you spread like wildfire through his brain, scorching every inch in the process—but he’s since learned that that was just his way of experiencing love, which, at the time seemed a lot worse.

to this day, you burn hot in his mind—an eternal flame that has no sign of dying out anytime soon.

some days you’re dull, a soft yellow hue flickering in the background as he’s on patrol—too focused on whatever bastard he’s pursuing to ignite the thought of you. some days you’re bright, a fiery orange blaze glowing behind his eyes as you kiss down his torso—intensifying the lower you go.

and every so often, you’ll do or say something that threatens an all out explosion inside his head.

“katsuki!” you gasp, cupping a hand over your mouth as you shuffle into the kitchen, where your boyfriend is tossing spinach into the blender.

“what?!” he whips his head around at light speed, worry woven into his tone as he immediately sifts through a file of the worst-case scenarios. did someone die?

“guess what i just found,” you mumble into your palm, staring down at your phone in the other.

his features soften out upon hearing your words, and who knows, maybe it will be your dramatics that tip him over the edge.

he’s pretty when he’s not wearing a frown—with the morning sun seeping through the window and painting a streak of light onto him, defining the discoloured scar in the middle of his chest, and causing the thin silver chain just above it to glint.

“jesus christ,” he rolls his eyes, turning back to his half assed, thrown together smoothie. last he heard, you were shopping online for groceries the two of you had to pick up later this afternoon—so that tomorrow’s smoothie doesn’t end up like this one, shit. “what?”

“guess!” you grin, clutching your phone near your heart in a display of love for your recent find.

“hell if i know,” he mumbles—the muscles on his back rippling as he slices the tops off of some strawberries. “that damn ice cream you always inhale?”

he’s not wrong in thinking you had been browsing the frozen treats, he knows you well, you’ll give him that—but you placed the order ten minutes ago, and found a new website to entertain you.

“no,” you huff, dragging your slippers against the tile as you inch closer, stopping beside him. “and i shared with you last time, thank you very much.”

“huh?” he wraps an arm behind you, momentarily resting his palm against your ass before pinching at the fat. “one bite isn’t sharing, princess.”

you choose to let that comment fall on deaf ears, quickly spinning the conversation back to where you want it as you hold your phone out.

“look!” you beam, watching his gaze travel over the screen. it’s a picture of a little black onesie with two tiny gauntlets on it, and the words baby dynamight printed in orange and green lettering.

“what about it?” he mutters, not giving anywhere near the amount of excitement as you had hoped.

he thinks he recalls hearing about this—probably had the design shoved in his face the minute he walked into the agency and absentmindedly gave the go ahead because, he didn’t, still doesn’t, and most likely will never give a shit about what other people put on themselves, or their children.

“it’s cute asshole,” you huff, a little disappointed, but not surprised by his reaction in the slightest. you lean your head against his shoulder, looking on as his big, strong hands cut through the fruit with the utmost care. “doesn’t it make you want to have babies?”

“no,” he says, lifting a strawberry halve over his shoulder and holding it for you to bite. “does it make you wanna have ‘em?”

“yeah,” you confess.

“yeah?” he’s in disbelief. to his knowledge, you’ve never expressed the desire to have children, and if he’s honest, katsuki isn’t sure that he even wants them—he’s never given much thought to the idea.

“yeah,” you repeat, biting the fruit out of his hand. you lift your head up and smile—making sure that he knows you really mean it. “a mini us would be so cute, don’t you think? as long as they don’t get your temper, or that resting bitch face of yours.”

how utterly cruel of you to tack on a snarky little comment like that, especially after such a heavy one. he doesn’t know if that’d be cute, he’s never imagined it—until now, that is. he swears he can feel his skin heating up at the mere thought of having a baby with you, and when he thinks about what he’d have to do—no, what he’d get to do to make that a possibility, his mouth goes bone dry.

he doesn’t want you to take his silence the wrong way though, and so he mutters out the one word he think he can manage.

“yeah.”

with that, he slaps the lid onto the blender and presses the power button, hoping to drown out any further thoughts on the matter.

⋆

katsuki spends the following hours thinking about you, specifically, about putting a baby in you. no matter what he does—from eating breakfast to sending a few emails, watching a movie with you to running all your errands together—he just can’t stomp out the embers from earlier that morning.

his thoughts carry over well into the late evening, though you’d never know how strong your effect really is—he’s too well versed in the world of fire and explosives to ever give himself away.

then again, he thinks there might be black smoke coming out of his ears when you invite him into the shower with you before bed—a horrible idea if he knows what’s good for him, but he doesn’t, so in he goes.

“katsuki, we should’ve bought it,” you blurt out, eyeing him up as he rinses the suds from his hair. the muscles along his torso stretch and twist with his movements—crashing waves against his skin that only further your cause.

“huh?” he gently shakes his head around, ridding his locks of any excess water before squinting at you through the one eye that didn’t wind up with shampoo residue in it.

“the baby onesie,” you clarify, snaking your arms around his waist and leaning against his chest in search of warmth—seeing as he’s hogging all the hot water. “what if it’s extinct by the time we have kids?”

we, you and him together.

honestly, he doesn’t know how you do it. he of all people should be indifferent to a little heat—but there you go again, burning him from the inside out.

“it’s my shit, can tell ‘em to make more,” he says, shifting your bodies around so that you’re under the stream of hot water—pure bliss for you both.

“a pink version?” you peer up, blinking through the droplets of water that flock to your eyelashes.

you want a little girl, is that it?

there’s a lump in his throat—another thick cloud of smoke, this time threatening to pour from his mouth. you being pressed up against him isn’t helping either, in fact, all you’re doing is sending all that heat south.

“anything you want, sweetheart,” he responds, pressing a rather short but passionate kiss to your lips—just enough to hold him over.

he’s quick to excuse himself after this, mumbling something about you taking for fucking ever to shave—which, while true, is not why he’s fleeing.

he needs a couple minutes to gather his bearings, to ask himself if he should really do this.

katsuki is responsible, whether it be a condom, or him pulling out the second he feels his cock start to twitch—he’s never finished inside you, but he’s always wanted to.

for him, it’s not the idea of getting you pregnant—that was the one reason he didn’t do it, because he wasn’t ready, nor did he know if a father was something he even wanted to become. instead, he gets off on the thought of him being the only one who gets to cum inside you—you’re his, and that’s one way he’d like to prove it.

however, now that you’ve so easily persuaded him into wanting a mini us—that possibility sounds a lot less like a consequence.

⋆

“‘bout damn time,” he scoffs, seeing as how it’s been over twenty minutes and you’re only just shuffling into the room now. “c’mere.”

you watch him sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed, patting his thigh as an invitation for you to come sit. you don’t know what he’s thinking—you’ve barely dried off, still wrapped in your towel and dripping onto the floor every now and then.

“yes?” you ask, holding the fabric tight against your body as you make your way over.

you come to a halt in front of him, seconds away from opening your mouth again to ask what it is he wants—but he pulls you down onto one of his thighs, spreading his legs so that you’re facing towards his vacant one.

“you really wanna have a baby with me?” he’s looking at you with tiny red hearts in his eyes, already sneaking his fingers beneath the fluffy white material sitting loosely on your thighs.

“of course i do,” you smile, how cute of him—like a little puppy begging for a treat. “maybe even two.”

your words set the hearts ablaze, forcing him to see nothing but you—and you might’ve meant of course i do in the future, but all he can see right now, is you.

he kisses you, letting his lips move against yours freely this time—letting his tongue explore your mouth at will. his middle finger dips between your folds, drawing a line from your clit down to the sticky mess waiting below.

you’re excited too.

he breaks the kiss upon feeling how wet you are, drawing his hand back and looking down to catch the little string of arousal that connects his finger to your cunt.

“katsuki!” you gasp, squeezing your legs together out of embarrassment. pressing up against him in the shower didn’t help your case either, clearly.

“want you just as fuckin’ bad,” he assures, gently urging you off his lap—just to tug you back on immediately after, this time to straddle him.

you let the towel pool at your waist, giving katsuki free reign over your tits—to which he swiftly pops one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple and tugging it between his teeth.

“katsuki please,” you sigh, rutting yourself against the bulge in his sweats as you fist a hand through the shorter hairs at the back of his head. you don’t have time for this.

“huh? please what? gonna need some more from you, baby,” he hums, looking up at you through hooded lids—his gaze a deep shade of crimson you’ve never seen before.

“fuck me,” you whine, tugging at his waistband. “please.”

a proud grin flashes across his face—no matter how many times he hears it, the sound of you asking to be fucked will forever be his favourite tune.

“move this shit,” he mumbles, tossing the excess fabric to the floor and running his hands down your sides, over your hips, and along the curve of your ass. “fuckin’ gorgeous.”

he tugs his sweats down just barely enough to free his cock—tip pink and wet, leaking onto his fingers as he lines himself up with your entrance. he runs the head of his cock between your folds, collecting a bit of you on his shaft before pushing in.

you’re warm, always welcoming him with a hug—a tight squeeze of your walls that makes it almost impossible for him to bottom out. he knows you need to adjust before he does that—the thickness of his cock proving to be too much every time.

“relax,” he orders, resting his hand at the base of your throat and kissing you once more—because he knows, all too well, that this combination will have you sinking down onto his shaft, melting into him completely.

once his cock is fully sheathed, and he has you right where he wants you—flush against him with your tits in his face, he gets ahead of himself, and makes the mistake of thinking about cumming in you a little too early.

“mmm, feels so good katsuki,” you babble as you start to move your hips, up and down over and over again, warm velvet walls dragging against the entire length of his cock.

and it’s as if someone cut off the oxygen to your bedroom, he feels like he can’t breathe—all he can do is stare, tunnel visioned on the spot where you and him connect.

he already wants to cum—wants to fill you to the brim, watch it come gushing out, and fuck it right back into you. the thought alone has the corners of his vision tingeing orange—a telltale sign that you’re taking over.

a couple more minutes of you bouncing on his cock, and he can feel a burn in his lower gut—this one much more familiar than the one inside his head. still, he might as well be pronounced dead on the spot when he glances down and sees the little ring of arousal you’re leaving at the base of his shaft.

“shit,” he breathes through gritted teeth—resting the crown of his head against your chest as he tries to hold it together.

being completely oblivious to just how close he is to turning to ash—you start to rub circles onto your clit, readying yourself to cum with him.

you start to flutter around his cock, mindlessly babbling about how close you are, about how you’re going to cum for him—and you feel so good, so warm and tight—but right as his cock begins to twitch, he lifts your hips up, and off.

“fuck, fuck,” he pants, chest heaving as he stares down, watching his precious cum spurt from his tip and run down the sides of his shaft. what a waste.

“katsuki,” you drawl, soft and sweet as you brush the hairs matted to his forehead back. “what’s wrong? too much?”

if he’s honest, he doesn’t know why he did that—maybe it was instinct, something he did out of pure habit, or maybe it was too much, something he didn’t want you to see up close.

“nothin’ baby,” he mutters, grabbing one of your wrists and pressing a kiss to it. you’re so cute, so thoughtful and sweet. “c’mon, switch with me.”

you’re quick to move, knowing exactly what he wants as you go from his lap to the bed. you get on your knees, lowering your chest until your tits are flush against the mattress and your ass is in the air—consequently putting your messy pussy on display.

“atta fuckin’ girl,” he praises, kicking his sweats away and grabbing onto your hips—pulling you back just a little to define the arch he loves to see so much.

his heartbeat pulses in the tips of his fingers as he slides back into you, and he knows, he’s not going to last—still sensitive from his previous orgasm.

he starts to thrust, and it’s just like before—the unmistakable feeling of being consumed, both physically and mentally.

it starts at his feet, the kind of numbness that can be compared to television static. it travels up his legs, bypasses his cock, continues up his torso, and ceases at his neck.

“please kats, cum in me,” you slur, a mindless plea thrown over your shoulder—but one that almost incinerates katsuki right there.

and he’s glad you can’t see him right now, he’s positive he’s never looked more pathetic—head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, and brows knit together in such a way that it makes him look like he’s about to cry.

in all of this, he knows that the one thing able to ground him is still you—and so he pulls you up, tugs on your arms until your back is flush with his chest. his skin is sticky, hot—save for the cool metal of his necklace pressing between your shoulder blades.

“fuck princess,” he growls—rough, coarse, and right against the shell of your ear.

“‘m close katsuki, ‘m gonna cum,” you gasp, cunt fluttering around him at an even faster rate than earlier.

a strangled moan rips from the back of his throat, uncharacteristic, he knows—but he’s never felt this good, never loved the burn as much as he does right now.

his grip tightens to an almost unbearable level, one hand on your throat, the other splayed across your tummy. his breathing is an absolute mess, a string of breathy little pants against the crook of your neck. his heartbeat is everywhere—blaring in his ears, pounding in his chest, throbbing through his cock—and he cums.

he cums hard, face scrunching up as he feels you pulsing on his length, vision going white as he feels his warmth shoot out—it feels so fucking good.

you fall flat against the mattress, resuming your earlier position and snapping katsuki back to reality as you force him to slip out of you.

his eyes are glossed over as he looks down, and it feels like a lifetime passes as he stares at your cunt, waiting—but it comes, his cum, sticky and white as it leaks onto the sheets.

“fuck,” he’s barely audible, with an incredulous look on his face—bringing his index and middle finger up to spread your lips and coax more of himself out. nothing could be hotter, he’s damn sure of it.

satisfied, he flops down onto his back beside you, and he feels calm—like he’s comfortably walking down the streets of his brain as they continue to go up in flame—like he’s in control.

“well?” you say, curling up into yourself as you look at your big, strong, fucked out boyfriend.

“you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he hums, gaze never leaving the ceiling. “gonna be a perfect mom.”

“fucked you that good, huh?”

he turns his head to the side, what the fuck written all over his furrowed brows and scowl, because no—he fucked you, and you know it.

“shaddup,” he groans, playfully placing his palm over your face and pushing gently.

he sits up, leaning over the edge of the bed to grab that towel from earlier—he knew it’d come in handy later.

“hey,” you call out.

he peers over his shoulder at you, and you have definitely, never looked more beautiful.

“maybe even three?”

[re-colligere]

FINALLY... the last duo! The Agency's fairly new tech wiz and the League's top mastermind. What do they have in common? Well...

Indigo is deemed as one of the Agency's most successful captured targets (though she'd say she turned herself in on her own accord). An extremely talented engineer who had close relations to their biggest target yet? She'd be the Agency's biggest asset...if she was a little more cooperative to them, that is. While she has yet to spit out enemy secrets, she's willing to help invent all sorts of tools and weapons in exchange for her protection. She was handed over to Agent Bughaw to help their little team, since Indigo inexplicably only listens to her (...most of the time). Despite being part of a secret agent group (and previously a villain troupe), she always seems to be bored out of her mind, even when she's inventing top-of-the-line secret agent tools. Her tendency to mess with her own teammates just to feel entertained hasn't endeared her towards the others as much...

Doctor Axyon has been identified as the League's leader and mastermind, though she doesn't do field missions herself. There's not much known about her for now, but she must be the one pulling the strings behind the League's movements. Who knows what her end goal really is...? Well whatever it is, the agents must put a stop to her machinations once and for all.

[livelaughlovesubs]

can you do a public sex w dazai and you get caught? idk how to request sorry if i sound rude

It’s alright dear, no worries. I hope you don’t mind it being on the shorter side :>

Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gender neutral

Warning: getting caught, teasing, stepping, clothed sex, biting, hair pulling

Features: poor kunikida

“Why don’t you come over to my place?”

That’s what he suggested, all of a sudden, in the middle of the day. Every other person would be slaving away at work, though he seems to have a lot of free time with his job. Wasn’t he a detective of some sorts? It makes sense, that kind of occupation isn’t consistent. Nevertheless, since today was your day off you decided to entertain his spontaneous idea.

You knocked on his door, looking around as you waited. His place… hah, the address he gave you was the armed detective agency though. Isn’t this his work place? The brown haired male ripped the door open with enthusiasm and grinned as he said, “you are finally here! Kept me waiting enough didn’t you?” Within the next few seconds, he pulled you inside and slammed the door shut. Then he pushed you until you sat down on the couch.

“Ugh! The hell’s wrong with you, dazai?” Without having a chance to react, he kneeled down and rubbed his face against your leg. “Haha, you took so long.” You twitched a little at his action, ruffling your hand through his hair to get a good grip, before you yanked on them. “And? Why so impatient? You didn’t mention a time.” Dazai smirked, he looked so scheming and all knowing, it was irritating. “You came at just the right time~ It’s my lunch break.” Suddenly he grabbed your ankle, moving it closer to his face and rubbing it against his cheeks. He didn’t break eye contact with you while doing that.

“What do you think you are doing, osamu?” A stern tone, contradictory to the previous light one. You noticed his bottom lips trembling a little, almost as if he was excited and ecstatic. Slowly, you moved your shoe away from his cheek but instead traced a nonexistent line down his upper body. First tapping his chin slightly, then grazing the tip of your shoe against his torso, from his chest to his pelvis. “You aren’t allowed to touch me without permission, you know that.” Instead of moving lower, you remained at his pelvis, right above the place where he desires your touch the most. “So? I did it anyway, what now?” How cheeky he was, luckily for him you liked it.

Not wasting any time chitchatting, you commented, “Fine, i can already guess what you want from me.” Afterwards you pressed your shoe against his crotch. “You want to do filthy things at your workplace? So naughty of you.” “Mhm, am I the only one though? You did came, after all.” Look at him acting all smart, what a headache he is. “This still doesn’t top you wanting to get caught by your colleagues.” What other reason would he have to do it here.

There was no response, or rather, it was an unexpected kind of response. The brunette only smiled a bit more, the corners of his mouth twitched. He licked his lips, eyes half lidded and bearing so much neediness behind them. It was so pathetic that you found it cute. So as a rewards you stepped onto his bulging dick with more pressure, having his entire body shudder in pleasure. “Ah-mhmm! Oh fuck- haha…” He yelped and wore a dumb smile, one that exposed his lust, if it wasn’t obvious enough.

The more it hurt, the more he loved it, and the more you stepped down, the more his face twisted into a blissful expression. Soon you noticed his pants getting a wet spot beneath your soles, as well as some of that dirty fluid clenching to you. “Why are you so needy today?” You mocked him, watching him shake while you intensify the pressure more and more. “NmMHN-aaAhh… i missed you?” That man said, already spouting nonsense. You smirked back at him, then raised your foot and stomped on him.

“GaAahhHH..!” An ear splitting sound erupted, echoing through the empty halls of the agency. Since no one was there, you didn’t think much about the volume. But as fate has intended, there was someone outside on the floor. You even heard the voice say, “who’s there?” Shit, what now. Should you just act as if nothing happened? Maybe he didn’t hear the screa-

“Didn’t someone scream?” You heard his voice erupt from the other side of the door. “Oh, it’s kunikida.” It seems like your partner knew him. Before you got any chance to talk to dazai about it, kunikida slammed the door open. He was so ready to chase out the intruders or whoever there was, if he didn’t just witness a scene he didn’t wish to see. Heck he didn’t even want to imagine it. “Ughh, dazai?! Go somewhere else next time.” Then that blond haired male just reprimanded his colleague and left without a word. “Haha, he was surprised huh? Well anyway, let’s just continue shall we?” Dazai suggested, but you firmly responded, “no. My mood’s ruined.”

He pouted so sweetly and begged you, but you stayed stubborn. In the end, he promised to make it up to you later, in a different way..?

[dragonagitator]

I think that one of the reasons House MD was so popular back in the day (at one point it was literally the most popular show in the world) and is currently having a renaissance is that the show is basically a power fantasy for disabled people.

Consider the state of television in 2004. IIRC, there had never before been a primetime network television show featuring a handsome leading man starring as a visibly disabled character.

Meanwhile, what little disability representation that did exist back then almost always fell into one or more of these categories:

An inspirational story about overcoming adversity that most likely includes the disabled character uttering some variant of the line "it turns out the accident/illness was the best thing that ever happened to me"

The disabled character has no agency in the story and merely exists to serve as a life lesson for the other characters

The disabled character is such an over-the-top "good person" that it feels like the implied message is disabled people need to overcompensate for the "crime" of simply existing around abled people

The character's disability is merely a bit of costuming that doesn't actually impede their life

Then along comes Dr. Gregory House:

His story was a trainwreck of a tragedy, not an inspiration

He would NEVER say the infarction was the best thing to ever happen to him

His own actions and choices were the primary drivers of the story

Any life lessons other characters took from him were usually in the form of a cautionary tale instead of something positive he did

He was a raging asshole in a way that most disabled people can't afford to be because we're dependent on other people for caregiving and/or financial support

His cane and pain pills weren't just costuming and props, they were necessities for him to function

His disability really did take away his ability to do things he'd once loved, like running, hiking, camping, etc.

AFAIK, there has been nothing like it on television before or since. The only other visible disability representation I can think of off the top of my head that even comes close is the character Furiosa in the movie Mad Max: Fury Road.

"Disabled people exist, have agency, and can be assholes too" shouldn't have been such a radically groundbreaking message, and yet it was (and largely still is) unique in mainstream entertainment.

[alienzevents]

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[ssivinee]

I have a request if you're accepting or like idea or thought 🫠 what if like the reader is a member of a kpop group like le sserafim or ive something, and she got casted at swf2 and she's either in team jam republic or team bebe, and the reader is in a relationship with bada lee like that's not a secret, and then bada got jealous of the reader being close with other people or like haechi or redlic something tysm btw i'm fan of your fanfics like gurl you're so good as in !!! 😭🫶🏻

✧Blue Envy✧

BEBE! Bada Lee x Le sserafim! F Reader: You were a Japanese member of the world-renowned kpop group Le sserafim and were allowed to join the latest season of Street Woman Fighter. After finding out your girlfriend would be on the show, you gladly accept the offer, thinking you'd both enjoy it, yet Bada is caught off-guard at your new unwanted friend.

Word Count: 1.4k

Note: First anon req🤭. Something light before I knock out for the night lol. As of 9/24 my requests and taglist ARE open. (Check out Sivine’s files for anymore information, pinned post)

Character Vision Board

Being one of the top idols right now made you understandably busy, so people were surprised at the announcement of you joining Street Woman Fighter 2 while preparing for the Asia Tour. You are THE Nakajima Y/n of Lesserafim. Everyone in the kpop scene knew you or knew of you. You were among the few with prior dance training in the industry before becoming an idol.

Specifically being advanced in Contemporary dance.

That's what you were known for. I mean, your group had the most background variety compared to all the 4th gen groups. The fimmies had a ballerina, an opera singer, a J-pop idol, a dance academy student, two ex-izone members, and a modern dancer.

You were also the second oldest of the team, holding a motherly reputation in the public eye. Regardless of this persona, everyone knew you had; Bada had met you in your youthful, energetic, and lively state.

The two of you had met through Aespa, being friends with them since you were a trainee at SM Entertainment many years ago. It was a Tuesday in March, and you had decided to visit the girls preparing for their next comeback with 'Girls.'

When you come in, Ningning automatically introduces you to their teacher, Bada. The two of you quickly hit it off, bonding over dancing and your experiences, which led to you two dating 5 months later.

This was revealed to the public a month after being official, but you were okay with it. It made you and Bada happy, not needing to hide that the two were very much together and so in love.

So why the hell was this happening right in front of her face?

It all started when you came in with your girls from Jam Republic. You were called for a meeting 2 months before the show and were told that Jam Rebuplic Agency was allowing you to become the 6th woman of their group. There was no way you'd deny that offer, so you met the girls and bonded as a crew.

During filming, it was time for every group to enter the fight zone, Jam Republic being the last to enter. When entering, Ling's arms stuck onto your waist as the two of you had become insanely closer the past few weeks.

Bada stares at you with stars in her eyes. She told you how gorgeous you were every day, no matter how you looked in the moment, but seeing you in this baby pink outfit had her soul crying out to you.

Your participation in the show caused chaos for other groups. You were a celebrity, an idol, a model, a dancer, a singer, and everything in between. Nakajima Y/n was the talk of the town, and you didn't mind it one bit. Not even sparing a glance at other teams.

Bada didn't mind either. I mean, she loved the attention her girlfriend got. It was an ego booster for her since she got you first and knew no one could take you away. She was just lucky to have you, emotionally and physically.

As people discussed your presence and life story, this brought up your relationship with Bada. Would the course of the show be affected by this? How would people feel about a couple being on two different teams? Was Y/n or Bada happy about the situation?

Those were questions that cycled through everyone's head yet were left unanswered.

After introducing everyone and changing clothes, you had already participated in two no-respect battles, enjoying every moment you could when grooving your body. Bada watched every move and reaction, wanting to hold you when your eyes went wide or kiss you when you pouted.

You would cling to Audrey, who hugs you back, leaning into your body. Ling would squish your face every time your reactions were over the top. Your own leader would pat your waist or butt for motivation, while Latrice and Emma always found ways to make you laugh. Your significant other smiles at your friendship with the girls, adorning the happiness that spreads across your face.

Seems like she wasn't the only one admiring, though.

After a few more battles, it was Wolf'Lo Haechi Wang's turn. She looks around teasingly but walks before Jam Republic and asks you to step out. You bow at the woman, trying to come down from your seat, but before you can come down yourself, Haechi gives you a hand, guiding you to the dance floor. You allowed her, yet hold confusion on your face.

Have you ever seen a contestant on any other season helping a competitor this way? Nope. That's precisely what Bada thought.

Bada's brows furrow at Haechi's motion. This was a competition, so why was she being way too nice to you? She understood that you were pretty and people would flirt with you, mostly when they thought you were single, but this angered her. Haechi must've been aware of your relationship, especially after everyone talked about it, AND this was going on live television. Did Haechi just wanna fight Bada at this point? Because that's how your girlfriend begins to interpret it.

As you were the challenger, Heachi goes first. Showing off the years of experience Wolf'Lo had in freestyle, she represented them well. The swaggy, hip-hop, energetic vibe set the tone for the battle.

Haechi got exceptionally touchy with you as she moved around, tugging on your shirt, signaling your thighs when the song talked about desirable legs, body rolling very close to your body. You laughed at many of the girl's tricks, believing it was just to give everyone a good show.

Once it was your turn, you removed your shoes and began dancing with extreme feeling and emotion. Due to your style of dance, the performance turned suggestive really fast. Contemporary had a lot of eye contact, floor work, body rolls, and storytelling, so Haechi thoroughly enjoyed the show.

Bada didn't even pay attention to the taller dancers' reaction. Her lover was dancing, and that's all she could focus on. Everything was going fine until the judges showed you winning for your team by 2:1.

Heachi congratulated you, but due to your height differences, her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in as you leaned more on the tips of your toes. She then whispers something in your ear, and your ear grows red. This doesn't go unnoticed by your girlfriend, who currently had her knuckles growing red due to the tight fist she was making at the sight of you two.

That's what Bada's predicament was right now.

Jam Republic and Wolf'Lo sat beside each other, so many interactions arose. Heachi figured out how nice it was to talk to you. Your voice was soft and mellow, and you made jokes, portraying your personality more. Haechi grew fond of you quickly, having many side conversations during every no-respect battle.

Bada could only watch from the sidelines, almost wanting to rip Haechi's head off.

She wasn't one to ever be jealous, especially since the two of you had fans calling you one of the greatest couples. Yet she gets annoyed and frustrated thinking of how Heachi is similar to her.

Both were tall, had a sense of humor, and attracted women more than intended... it was off-putting for Bada.

So, during the break, Bada uses the bathroom but returns to the most unpleasant sight. You and Haechi were speaking to each other, Haechi leaning on the wall, towering over your body. Your innocent giggles can be heard from afar, and Bada is strangling her water bottle.

While talking, the taller girl begins playing with your hair, tucking it behind your ear and this set off Bada into a frenzy. She grabs your wrists and drags you into the bathroom.

"Bada, what the hell?" You say, a little louder than intended, due to the pain in your wrist from the pull. "Can you not?"

You stood there confused, "Not what?"

"Talk to that fucker, Haechi?"

The confusion turns into a playful grin with a raised brow. This was a new look on your girlfriend, which definitely amused you. "Is my baby jealous?" You tease the woman as your arms pull her in by the waist.

Bada sulks at your question, and you giggle, eyes never leaving hers.

"There's nothing to be jealous of? You're mine, and I'm yours, remember?" You peck her cheek and give her a secure hug. You hear her sigh, and you pull away to caress her face.

Bada closes her eyes at your touch, feeling relieved and calmer than a few minutes ago.

"How about you and I watch a movie after all this?" You ask, lightly sweeping her bangs to see her eyes clearly. "With cuddles and kisses?" Bada's eyes glimmer as she questions you, causing you to chuckle and nod at how cute she can be.

"Of course, you'll have your kisses and cuddles."

[written-in-flowers]

Lightweights: San x Fem!Reader

Pairing: San x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff/ AU: sugar baby, contracted girlfriend

Word Count: 8k

Summary: San insisted you both drink during your night out, claiming to be the best drinker in ATEEZ. A few shots in, soju isn't the only thing on your minds.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of ATEEZ in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Tags: polyamory, polycule, sugar baby au, established relationship, drunk sex, elevator sex, car sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m. and f. giving/receiving), anal toys, anal sex, vaginal sex, rimming, anal fingering, sex toys, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, spanking, dirty talk, mingi being a menace and seonghwa just wants to sleep, san is a simp for real lol

Previously on Idol Companion

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Turtleneck or V-neck? You mused over this question in front of the mirror. You knew you’d wear the black denim skirt and tights, and ankle length boots to hide from the cold, but you couldn’t decide on a top. The white turtleneck would look nice with your black coat, and covers your chest from the cold, but the V-neck had a pretty rhinestone design on the sleeves. You stood putting each top over your front to get a sense of how it would look. You always wanted to look your best on dates with the members, since putting yourself together made them happy. San wanted to go somewhere casual, so you didn’t have to completely dress up, but you still wanted to look nice. 

“I like the turtleneck, personally,” a deep voice said from your bedroom door. 

Yeosang stood leaning against the doorframe, wearing an oversized sweater and baggy sweatpants. 

“You think so?”

“It’ll keep you warm,” he said. “The temperature is supposed to drop as it gets later, and San will want to stay out late with you.”

“Hm, good point. Turtleneck, it is.” 

You put the v-neck aside, and pulled the sweater over your head, making sure not to wipe it on your makeup. Yeosang came up to you, and you felt him tuck the sweater into your skirt in the back. You always had trouble tucking in shirts in the back. He smoothed out the sweater, fixing the skirt for you. Then he kissed your cheek. 

“Beautiful,” he said. You slipped your arms into the long coat he held behind you. “I’m almost jealous of San,” he admitted, “You look so gorgeous. I don’t think he’s going to eat anything; he’ll be too busy looking at you.”

“Oh hush,” you giggled, fixing the coat on your shoulders. “I doubt that.”

“I don’t,” he put his arms around you through the coat, and said, “Will you be coming home or going to his place?”

A few months ago, the members decided to move into larger dorms. Since they couldn’t find one that could house all nine of you, the group split into three separate apartments. Hongjoong lived with Jongho and Wooyoung, and Seonghwa went with Mingi and San. You moved in with Yunho and Yesang, considering their apartment was closer to the dance studio where you volunteered and to your agency building. Also, it guaranteed peace and privacy from your boyfriends. The room you stood in now was significantly larger than the one back in the old dorm. You had space to move around and more storage space. You still saw the other members, and sometimes stayed over with them, but you usually came home after dates. 

“We might go to his place,” you said, hands on his chest to play with the strings of his shirt. “It’s been a while since he’s had me to himself. He usually brings Wooyoung to our outings. Plus, he’ll be drinking and we know how he gets when he’s drunk around me.”

“Very inappropriate and touchy,” he added. “I think it was a good idea you weren’t in the drinking episode of Wanteez. It would’ve turned into a YNteez episode very quickly.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t go,” you told him. “Some of our members have trouble keeping their hands to themselves when they drink.”

“I don’t.”

“I know you don’t.”

“You don’t have to drink with San, you know that. He’d never pressure you to drink.” He said, “I don’t think you should anyways. We have a busy schedule tomorrow, and you have your dance classes after that. You’ll be hungover and…sore.”

He held back a laugh at the last word, and you lightly smacked his shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” you insisted. “I can handle myself pretty well, don’t you think so?”

“If you don’t drink more than four glasses.”

He snickered while you poked his stomach. Right as he peeled away from you, the front door bell sounded through the apartment. Grabbing your phone and purse, you and Yeosang left your room for the wide living room area. San stood near the doorway with Yunho, and you took a moment to admire him. Black hair neatly parted and combed, he wore a white shirt tucked into denim jeans, with a tan coat over his broad shoulders. You couldn’t keep your eyes from noticing his small waist, and the wide shoulders. He and Yunho had been laughing when he noticed you coming over to him. His eyes swept over you and he smiled. 

“Ah, look at you,” he pecked your lips, and said, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you grinned. 

“Ready to go?”

“Very ready,” you replied, putting your purse over your shoulder. 

You kissed both Yeosang and Yunho goodnight and left with San. A cab awaited the both of you outside, so thankfully you didn't suffer out in the breezy air too long. Good thing you decided on tights for your legs. In the cab, San slipped his fingers between yours and held your hand gently. The small gesture still made your heart flutter years later, and you rested your head on his shoulder as you talked about your day. The Seoul streets flew by you, a city of lights and sounds that didn't penetrate the tinted cab windows. You realized how long it's been since you'd gone out with San alone. 

"Wooyoung didn't want to come?" You asked, curious about your missing partner in crime. 

"He already has plans with the others," he told you. Sliding his arm over your shoulders, he pulled you closer, "Besides, he knew that I wanted to be alone with you. I can't remember the last time it was the two of us."

"We'd gone rock climbing," you told him, "And then had lunch back at your place."

"Right," he chuckled, "I remember now. You'd been so scared to get to the top."

"It was really high," you defended. 

"You were wearing a harness. You wouldn't have fallen!"

"It was still really high up."

He laughed as you smacked his chest, which only amused him more. Pecking your lips, you both talked all the way to the restaurant which was located in Hongdae. People packed the place on a Friday night, taking up large tables and ordering a range of dishes for the portable grills. You and San took a table in the corner where you ordered several side dishes, and slabs of marinated meat to cook on the grill. San also ordered a bottle of soju. 

"Should you really drink, San?" You asked, taking off your coat with a grin. 

"Why not?"

"Because you're a total lightweight," you replied. "You can't get through three drinks before your neck and cheeks turn red."

"Psh," he dismissed, "I'm the best drinker in Ateez. You'll see."

He isn't. When your meal and bottle arrived, you requested water as well, knowing he'll need it. You told him he did not have to prove anything to you; you personally didn’t enjoy drinking anymore after doing it so many times for partners. Yet, he insisted. Eating from the main dish and various side dishes, you both ate and drank plenty while you talked. You noticed him pouring a bit more in his glass than he should, which prompted you to speak up. 

“Sannie-ah,” you said, eating some of the soup you’d both ordered, “That’s your fourth one. Any more and I’ll have to call someone to pick you up off the floor.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, his cheeks already tinged pink, “I can handle it.”

“No, you can’t,” you laughed. 

You watched him down the shot, and you snatched the bottle from him. There wasn’t much left, so you poured it into your own glass to drink. You bit back the strong taste in your mouth, wincing as it burned down your throat. There. That should help. San frowned for a second, but then his expression changed when he saw the time on his phone. You must've been here longer than you realized, since time often flew by with your boyfriends. A smirk twitched the corner of his mouth, and he took up the empty seat beside you in the booth. His arm going over the back of the bench, you noticed his lean frame underneath the plain white shirt. The cuff off the short sleeve stretched slightly on his muscled biceps, and you couldn’t help noticing his waistline from the tucked in shirt. They all knew how much you liked the simple looks, the clean ones that accentuated their features and silhouettes. 

Damn them. 

“Have I told you how good you look tonight?” he said in a low voice, pushing hair from your face. 

“Multiple times in multiple ways,” you grinned, seeing the flirtation in his eyes. "Once at my place, once on the way here, and another time you said it after your first drink. But, you can tell me a few more times if you want."

He laughed, and leaned into you, "I'd prefer to show you, actually."

You could smell the alcohol on his breath, but you didn’t mind it as he planted his lips on yours. San toned down the public displays of affection usually, but when you added alcohol into the mix, he was all over you. The flowing drinks made it easier to lose yourself in his warmth. It helped you care less about the people around you as you kissed. He pecked your lips a few more times, then you spoke. 

“It’s late,” you murmured, feeling your head swim from the drinks in front of you. You reached for water, hoping to all the gods that it helped. “We should get going before they kick us out.”

“Let’s get a cab,” he said, kissing down to your neck. You glanced around the restaurant to see the sparse crowd not noticing you two. “I don’t think I could walk straight if I stood up,” he laughed, and you knew he wasn’t lying. 

“Alright, I’ll call the cab,” you replied. San’s apartment isn’t very far, so it won’t be an expensive ride. You’d gotten out your phone to search for a ride when you felt a hand touch your thigh. “San-ah,” you giggled, pushing his hand from the hem of your skirt, “What are you doing?”

“Showing you how pretty I think you are,” he murmured. His fingers felt up the side of your thigh, and he grunted, “Did you have to wear tights tonight?”

“It’s cold outside.” 

The weather had gotten chillier by nightfall, and you knew you'd feel it once you went outside. Clearly, your tights threw a wrench into whatever after-dinner plans San had for you. Yet, this new layer of clothing did not stop him from feeling up the side of you. Thankfully, you both sat in a booth by the wall instead of in the middle of the restaurant. As much as you enjoyed his warm hands and lips on your skin, this isn’t the place to start anything, especially with so many people around. 

“San,” you lifted his face from your neck to make him look at you, “I’m calling a cab. Keep your hands to yourself.”

“But I thought you liked it when I touched you in public,” he teased, emphasizing it with a gentle squeeze close to your ass. “I’ve done it when we’re sitting in vans together with the other members or when we’re in a dressing room.”

“That’s different,” you said, using an app to get a cab ride from the restaurant to your apartment. “The other members are there, and we’re usually separated by a curtain or something.” 

He grunted, “Fine.” He gave up and kissed you one final time, “Call the cab. I want to go home anyways.”

"Already ahead of you, love."

He stayed quiet, studying you as you called a cab. When you finished ordering a ride, San spoke again.

"I think I'm in danger," he said, eyes on you lovingly. 

"How so?" You asked, anticipating another suggestive answer. 

"Because I'm in love with you," he replied, moving close to you and kissing you again. "And that's unfair."

"How so?"

"Because being in love with you is like nothing I've felt before," he insisted. "I don't think I can see myself really loving anyone else. I look at other people and…they don't hit me the way you do. Yeah, they're pretty and all that, but they don't spark anything inside me."

"San-ah, I'm sure that's not true," you replied gently. "You'll find some other person you don't have to share with anyone, and they'll make you happier than I ever could." 

You didn't want to tell a sensitive, drunk San that you constantly thought of the day your contract ends. It will likely be once the members start enlisting or disband to start solo careers. Of course, you can continue seeing them even after this, but it won't be the same. Perhaps you're simply greedy. Perhaps you don't want to have to jump between all of them. Or perhaps you have fallen so deep and so hard that the thought of being parted breaks your heart. You didn't want to tell him that you feared living without him, or any of the other members; that your world will stop turning and your heart will be so broken it'll never heal. Every relationship you had ended, whether painfully or amicably. You didn't want yours with the boys to end. Never. Ever.

"No, I won't," he said. "Even if I did meet another woman someday, I wouldn't love her the way I love you. I'd never do that to you. You're so special to me," he pecked your lips. "To all of us…but mostly me…even if you're Hongjoong biased."

You laughed at the last part and kissed him again. "I'm a group stan. I told you that," you laughed, nuzzling his nose. 

"Eh," he said unconvinced, "The fact that you let him cum inside you tells me differently."

"That was one time," you exclaimed, laughing at his smirk. 

Then, that dark lust came to his eyes, "Maybe tonight I can cum in you too? I love thinking about my cum dripping from that tight ass to your pussy-"

"-San!" You gasped at the lewd statement, but didn’t stop him from leaning into your neck. 

"I love doing anal with you-" he murmured against your skin as he kissed you. 

"-San-" they knew what dirty talk did to you, and it was working now.

"-Your ass is so tight and soft," he continued, hunger slipping into his tone. "The only thing I love more is your wet, sensitive pussy." 

"San, maybe we should wait until we get home, yeah?" you said, gripping onto his shirt sleeve to keep yourself still. His arm flexed under your touch, and you gripped him. That alone made your thighs squeeze together, even with his hands starting to roam them again. 

When your phone pinged to notify you that the cab arrived, you guided San outside and let him get into the cab first. Unlike most, the cab driver didn't put the inside light on. This meant San's hands could wander your body freely. You tried not meeting the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror as San pulled your legs over his lap. A hint of embarrassment came when you realized he might be watching, and did not want to confirm it. San captured your lips into another kiss, deeper than the last, with his tongue slipping over yours. The taste of the copious amounts of soju fueled this new kiss; you felt yourself becoming intoxicated all over again. Heat rose to your neck and to cheeks as he palmed your chest. The touch of your tongues caused a soft moan that encouraged San further. 

“Love you so damn much,” he muttered between kisses. He slipped a hand beneath your skirt, gripping the top of your thigh and massaging a thumb there. “I can’t wait until we’re alone.” 

“Sannie-ah…” you nervously looked over to the driver, and noticed the white earbuds he wore. Is that safe? You were sure it wasn’t, but he must be used to couples in his backseat. 

“You sound so cute when you say my name like that,” he groped your inner thigh close to your sex. “Keep saying it like that.”

He tugged down the collar of your turtleneck to plant kisses there. The hand on your thighs went up to your chest, cupping your breast underneath your jacket. You whined his name again, and he gave a low growl. Nearly sitting in his lap, you felt a familiar bulge press to the backs of your thighs and couldn’t resist pushing against it. The slight touch of his fingers brushing your pussy brought out another gasp. The very tips of his fingers rolled around the top of your sex; they purposefully kept their pressure light, almost ghostly in how they traced your slit. You couldn’t help continuing to grind into his groin; the low groans he let out enticed you further. You wanted him badly. With the influence of soju and San’s hard body, your hesitation broke down piece by piece. 

“You just wait until I can get these off you,” San said in your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth for a soft tug. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re absolutely cock drunk from it,” he continued rubbing your pussy and watching you struggle to keep yourself together. “You won’t be able to string a coherent sentence together when I’m done with you.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you sighed, pecking down his neck. “You know me well enough to make it happen.”

He smirked, “Indeed, I do.” He pinched your chin so you looked at him, “I love you, YN. So much. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner. I’d never trade you for anything in the world.”

This small declaration of love confused you, but you chalked it up to his drunkenness taking over. He kissed you one more time, tongue sliding on your lower lip before he spoke again. 

“You mean a lot to us,” he whispered, dipping his fingers further down to cup your entire sex, “And to me. When I met you, I never thought…never thought you’d want me.”

“You’re kidding,” you laughed, eyes falling closed at his touches. You started kissing along his jawline, going down to his neck. Inhaling the cologne clinging to his clothes and skin, you became nearly drunk off it alone. “How could I not want The Choi San?” you giggled between kisses, “Sex Appeal of Ateez?” 

He snickered at your words. “No, I’m not. You're beautiful, and older and more mature than me. You suit Hongjoong-hyung or Seonghwa-hyung better,” he said. “So, when you kissed me on our date,” he stopped touching you, “It was the happiest moment in my life. I couldn’t believe that not only did I debut as an idol, but I had this gorgeous woman telling me she wanted me to touch her.” In the half light of the city outside, you saw him observing your features, “You do remember that day, right?”

“I do,” you grinned, going back to kissing and grinding on him as the taxi went through the streets. “You were so cute. I never thought you’d be the shy type.” 

“I was around you. I think we all were. Going on dates as a group was fine until I was actually alone with you,” he went back to circling your pussy, “And having to pretend I didn’t notice what you were wearing.”

You smirked to yourself, “You mean that crop top and shorts?”

“That one,” he groaned pathetically, “I didn’t want you to think I was a pervert, so I tried not looking but…oh my god, Noona…” he exhaled deeply, “You looked so good. You always do. You could be wearing anything, and I get weak.” He pressed his thumb to your clit, and you thought you might lose control right then. “I remember wanting to rip it all off you, and fuck you right there in the tent.”

“And I remember noticing,” you nipped at the base of his throat, which made him hiss sharply, “Noticing how you kept your eyes on mine? How you opened doors for me just to watch me walk through them? I kept hoping you’d at least kiss me.” 

“Well, now you don’t have to hope,” he sneered, pecking your lips, “Because all I do is kiss you.”

Your first date alone with San. You remembered it fondly: a nice picnic date near the Han River, where you went bike riding and sat in the park. You smiled in your next kiss. You recalled him renting a tent for the park, where you both bought snacks and sat in the shade. You talked for ages while he played music from his phone. It’d been a sweet day with a younger, slimmer San who hadn’t grown so much yet. You kissed him deeply as you thought about it. You’d thought he’d at least kiss you, but San hardly touched you. Perhaps he had first date nerves, since then the following date, he kissed you on the beach underneath a blanket of stars. 

Thankfully, the cab reached your street before anything was taken out. San, too preoccupied with keeping his hands on your body, hadn’t noticed the cab stopping. Your cheeks burning hotly, you took money from your purse to pay the cab driver, then slid off San’s lap. He nearly chased you to the building’s front doors, crashing into you from behind while you pressed the elevator button. The only person within viewing distance was the building’s security guard, who appeared far too focused on the screens at his desk. 

“Did you have to wear so many clothes?” San asked, already untucking your shirt before the doors even opened. “Are you trying to torture me?”

“It’s cold outside,” you pouted, kissing his lips. “Did you want me to freeze just so you can see my tits?”

“I would’ve kept them warm,” he smiled, the words making both of you laugh. 

His arms went around you the moment the elevator doors opened. Wrapped in San’s arms all the senses hit you at once. His soft hands roamed from front to your backside, a gentle squeeze making you jump and giggle into the kiss. His cologne, not as strong as before, mingled with his natural scents and the alcohol on his breath. You could taste his drinks on your tongue, as well as him tasting your own. You felt yourself becoming intoxicated by him as he pushed you against the elevator wall. A rush of adrenaline went through you realizing at any point during this ride, someone may stop the elevator to get in. You thought of someone walking in as San’s lips fell to your neck, kissing and sucking softly and his hands grabbing your ass. Your pussy throbbed imagining it. They’d be surprised to see San lifting one leg to his waist and standing between your thighs. This position encouraged you to brush into his groin, where you felt a small hardness beginning to form. His moans tickled your neck, and you couldn’t help giggling as your eyes fell shut. 

“You feel so damn good,” he groaned, the elevator getting closer and closer to your floor. 

“You do too.”

You smirked and ran your hand down your front of his shirt to his crotch. There, you cupped the bulge pressing to your sex and heard him moan. Gently, you caressed his length as it grew harder and harder. The rough fabric of his jeans kept you from really feeling him, and your mouth watered thinking of what’s underneath them. San’s breathing became heavier when he felt you unbuckle his belt with one hand, and he slipped his hands underneath your skirt. Your skin prickled at the cold fingers brushing your warm cheeks, kneading them delicately. It added a new sensation to your arousal, along with sticking your own hand between jeans and boxers. San pushed up to your hand when you did this. His cock twitched at your chilled hand, causing him to moan into your mouth in the next kiss. 

“I want it,” you whimpered between kisses, still rubbing him from base to tip and back. “Please, Sannie-ah, let me have it. I want it so badly, please?” 

“I’ll give it to you right here, if you want,” he chuckled. He turned you around suddenly, pinning you flat to the wall as he lifted the back of your skirt. He hummed approval when he saw the lace and satin lavender bottoms through your see through tights. Unfortunately, they kept a smooth barrier between you and him. 

“Hm, it seems we both had the same idea.” 

“I like to wear something pretty when one of you takes me out,” you admitted, pushing into his bulge again. “It makes me feel sexy.”

“You could wear the cheapest underwear money can get,” he said, giving your ass a sharp smack so you yelped, “And you’d still look so fucking sexy."

You trembled once he sunk to the floor. A slight pinch to the seam of your tights was followed by a loud rip. 

"San!" You laughed in surprise, a soft whine suddenly cutting you off.

"I love your ass, you know that?" He asked, tearing them further so a large hole gave him access to you. "I fuck you from behind just to watch it bounce on me."

You gasped when he cupped both cheeks to spread them. This only made your panties go further in, so your buttocks stuck out. You should've worn a thong, you thought idly. San is one of the few members who takes every possible chance to grope, pinch, or smack your ass. Him palming and rubbing you there caused your sex to throb inside your panties. It clenched and unclenched to grab onto something, anything, that'll bring you pleasure. San knew this, and wasted no time in sliding his hand between your thighs. Kissing trails up your ass, he kept one hand massaging your pussy. A soft whine left your lips when he pushed your panties aside to slide his fingers over the soaked folds. The very nub of your clit feels sensitive, hard and stiff to the fingers pressing on it. You couldn’t help squirming in front of San, who took the chance to slide two fingers inside you. The both of you groaned in unison: you from the smooth fingers filling you, and San from feeling your tight walls pull him in. He gradually started with a few pumps, and you arched your back to stick your ass in his face. 

“Isn’t that what you really want?” you whimpered, “My ass?”

“Absolutely.” 

You squealed when he shoved his tongue right to your hole. Sticky and wet, it slid around the rim slowly as he fingered you. The sounds the two sensations brought became soft breaths in the steel box. Flustered, embarrassed whines that blushed at the man eating your ass. 

“Should’ve made you wear a plug,” his voice was muffled by the cheeks on his face. He used his free hand to pull one aside and gently traced the rim again, “Your ass always looks so pretty with that little gem plug you have.”

He means the heart-shaped plug he kept in his room. He’d bought it specifically for you to use with him. Many, many pictures on his phone feature that same plug stuck between your ass cheeks. He kept his fingers probing you at the same delicate pace as his tongue, and you thought you might finish right there. 

However, this pleasure ended once the elevator doors opened to your floor. 

San guided you out of the elevator and into the hallway. Being nearly one in the morning, neither of you ran into anyone as you kissed and fondled each other to the front door. You could feel cold air going up your skirt, which added to the fires in your stomach. Seonghwa and Mingi should be sleeping right now, so you wouldn’t be disturbing anyone when San unlocked the door behind you to let you in. The entry light left on, you saw San clearly as he quickly removed his coat, and then yours. In your alcoholic haze, you both struggled to remove your shoes as you walked into the apartment. Nothing slow or gentle as your hunger for each other grew throughout the place. Walking past Seonghwa’s room, you entered San’s with a swift close of the door. 

“San!” you squeaked when he nearly tossed you onto his bed. 

“Shh,” he muttered, pulling your sweater off to see your bra underneath. “Mingi’s next door. We wouldn’t want to wake him up, would we?” 

Your jaw dropped when he removed his own shirt, showing off the chiseled, defined body he worked hard to maintain. You ran your hands over his stomach and chest, taking in soft, relaxed muscles against your fingertips before going to his loose belt. You settled yourself on the edge of the bed and pulled him closer. Standing in front of you, San hastily pulled down his pants and boxers, and you didn't hesitate to reach for him. 

You didn't need tons of light to see San's length. Casted in shadows from his angle, you still saw the thick shaft and spongy head of his cock. You stroked him a few times before he straddled your lap, putting his dick within inches of you. You ran your tongue up the underside vein, which you imagined pumping blood further and making him harder. San helped you unclasp your bra right away, the lacy fabric falling away while you kissed his tip. He groaned seeing your breasts exposed, and you took the chance to lick over his member again. You continued doing it to hear the erotic moans falling from San’s lips. You could tell he forced himself to stay still as you wet him with your tongue. San always did his best to keep things comfortable for you, sometimes at the expense of his own arousal. Unlike Hongjoong, he had difficulty holding himself back. The smooth skin tightened further the longer you flicked and teased him; you gave gentle sucks underneath the head where it is most sensitive. You'd been about to take the tip in your mouth before San leaned back and sat on the bed. 

"Come here," he said, indicating you should come to him, which you did. 

You laid down across the bed where he sat against the pillows, and hovered over his flushed length. Sinking your mouth onto his tip, you tasted the throbbing veins against your tongue and beads of precum leaking from him. A hand around his base, you moved as far down as your throat allowed and moaned around it. San did his best to keep down his groaning, panting and whining as you sucked him lightly. You loved how he sounded; it stroked your ego knowing you could do this to him. You pulled him from your mouth, saliva on your chin, as you stroked him with both hands; one rolling over his head while the other stroked his shaft. The twinges of pain mixed with pleasure turned San into a mewling mess, his grip on the sheets tightening as your hands worked him easily. In the half light, you could see his length glistening as your hand coated him in his own precum. It stuck to your hand, and you couldn’t help smearing it over his sensitive balls. When you started sucking his tip and moving your hand in a twisting motion, the needy whimpers became music to your ears. 

You jumped suddenly when he pulled your skirt up over your torn tights. Long fingers slid up and down the crack of your ass, occasionally dipping further to your pussy, through your underwear. You couldn't help raising your hips to get more of San’s hand, but he kept it so light you thought you might go insane. Soft fingers then pushed the panties to the side, and pressed into the bundle of wetness between your folds. He spread it around with his fingers, occasionally brushing over your clit and entrance each time he circles it. You kept milking him with your hand and mouth just to hear him mutter and grit his teeth in every burst of pleasure. The combination of your mouth and your sex turned San desperate for more relief, having him pushing into you while he kept you still by the hair. His fingers took the same careful pace, eventually sliding two inside to fill you. 

“How’s that?” he asked breathily. “Is this okay, angel?”

“Yes,” you panted, pushing back into his fingers. “Go faster. Please?” 

“Faster, huh?” he smirked, “Like this?”

Suddenly, those two fingers pumped in and out quickly. They prodded deep inside you, curling and wiggling the tip each time they went in. Thankfully, you kept yourself muffled with his dick so neither of you woke anyone up. San occasionally stopped to withdraw his fingers and gently rolled them around before plunging back inside. They all knew how much you liked the teasing motion, and now used it whenever possible. In return, you knew San loved your ass, so you occasionally shook it for him to slip out and give it a light smack. 

“Again,” you muttered, slowly jerking him as you whimpered. “Again…do it harder…”

So he did. San started switching between swatting your ass to swatting your cunt. Each hit sparked arousal inside you that fueled your own need. Your cheeks felt tender and hot by the time you lifted your head from his lap to capture his lips. San never pulled away from your kisses. Never. 

"I want to ride it," you said, playing with his head with one hand. "Please, Sannie-ah?" 

"You don't need my permission, baby." He lifted you until you knelt upwards, and said, "Here, let’s make you more comfortable first.”

Laying you on your back, San shed off the last bits of clothing you wore. It reminded you briefly of the orgy again, and you reached out to undress him too. You worried for a moment that your collective sighs and moans might’ve disturbed Mingi or Seonghwa, but when nobody came to the door, you didn’t worry about it too much. Once you were both fully naked, San sat up with you in his lap. He fished for the condom in his bedside drawer while you planted kisses up and down his neck, eager for more of him.

It took you only a minute to unwrap and roll on the condom for him. You immediately rubbed the tip on your throbbing sex before sinking onto it. San and you both held back the moans of relief in the quiet room, but you weren’t sure how long that would last. Not with the way San’s cock filled you completely, and the way it stretched you enough for you to feel him there. Hands braced on his muscular shoulders, you bounced carefully on San as you both lost yourself in drink and lust. The light smacking of skin on skin sounded in the room, adding more noise to your moaning, and you went faster. San’s hands once again went behind your back to your ass, and held onto it while you rode him. 

“You really love my ass, don’t you?” you chuckled, bending down to kiss him as you whirled your hips around. 

“I do,” he groaned in the kiss, licking at your bottom lip. “Ever since I saw that picture of you,” he said, “The one of you half-dressed on the bed and-and you could see your ass in those lace panties.” He tugged on the lip softly, then whispered, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and all the things I wanted to do to you.”

You remembered your portfolio photos. Every agency required Companions to have headshots or photos of themselves in their portfolios to send to interested clients. Sungmi, your agent, told you that having a few risque photos never hurt anyone. Most Companions chose beach photos, but you thought bedroom shots might appear more intimate. You wore a satin robe in most of them, only giving hints to the lingerie underneath. One such photo depicted you lying on your stomach, the curves of your body perfectly visible in the angle, and the robe only a few inches over your bottom. Thinking about it now, you realized you haven’t seen that photo since KQ returned the booklet back to you. 

“Like fuck me after a night drinking?” you sneered, going between grinding and riding him fully to see his eyes roll back. “Like this?”

“Ye-yes,” he breathed, smacking your ass again. “But, you’re usually facing away from me…” 

You knew then what he wanted, and you’d give it to him. Sliding off him for a few moments, you turned your back to him and let him slide back into you. In this new position, your toes curled and you gripped his knees tightly. You certainly felt him now, and your jaw clenched tight to keep the volume down. San put his hands on your waist to guide you at the steady pace he wanted, despite how torturous it’d be for you both. It became difficult to keep your voice down in the sleeping dorm the moment things picked up, and the heat burned too hot to simmer down. The moans you’d give became small squeals held back by your pursed lips, every stroke getting you closer to nearly losing yourself. 

"Don't be quiet," San said, gripping your waist and pushing up into you rapidly. "I want them to hear you. Let them know how good I'm making you feel."

"But Sannie…" you looked over your shoulder, pouting at him and slowing your pace to gentle rocking, "What if we wake them up?"

"Good," he smirked, slapping your ass again. "They wake me up when they fuck you in their rooms." He went back to forcing himself into you, skin slapping skin in the process. When you started letting your moans go, he went faster, "That's it. Just like that. Let them hear you, baby."

"San, San," you huffed out his name, leaning forward and bouncing on him steadily, "San, that feels so good. Please, don't stop."

"Oh yeah? This feels good, baby?" He started kneading and palming your ass, and occasionally swiping his thumb over your hole. "What about that? That too?"

"Mhm," you nodded. 

"I didn't hear you, angel. You need to speak up a bit."

"Yes!" You whimpered, rutting against him when your thighs started burning. "Yes, it does."

You're sure at least Mingi could hear you by now. San's bed knocked into the wall behind you each time you bounced, and nothing held you back from saying his name. When San reached your g-spot in the right angle, you started rubbing your clit on your own for an extra dose of pleasure. He didn't stop you like most members might. He pulled your back to his chest, knees drawing up to lift your legs into the air, and locked you against him. This new position arched your back and squeezed your eyes closed. San put one hand around your throat, neither squeezing or restricting you, and the other on your clit. 

"Say my name," he grunted, thrusting as deep as he could, "Say my name, baby."

"San," you breathed, unable to fathom the amount of pleasure coursing inside you, "Sannie-ah, San…" 

"Keep going. Say it while you cum on my cock."

And you did. In a few more strokes right into your core, you came. You held on tightly to the arms wrapped around you, fingers pressing into his muscles, as your orgasm rolled through you. You huffed, panted and whined out his name as you knew he liked, reminding him who was making you feel this amazing. Even when your clit started pinching from sensitivity, San kept going. 

"Sannie-ah," you whimpered to him, "That feels so good, please don't stop."

"I-I won't, baby," he assured you, kissing your neck. 

As you came down from your high, a voice broke the momentary silence. 

'-Say my name, say my name, say my naaaame-'

The familiar track came muffled from the room next to San’s, and you couldn't help laughing at it. Mingi must not be asleep after all. It took San a minute to recognize the song, and he suddenly burst into a laugh. He slipped out of you and you rolled to face him. 

"That bastard," he laughed, the song continuing into the chorus. 

You shook your head as you laughed with him. "I think we woke him up."

"Well, he better find earplugs," he started repositioning himself so his head was near your sex, "Because I'm far from done with you." 

He brought one thigh onto his head and buried his face into your sopping sex. You saw his dick, no longer in a condom, leaking in front of you and reached for it. San kept one knee up so you could take him even further into your mouth. The combination of him rolling his tongue on your sensitive sex, and his dick touching the back of your throat brought on another wave of arousal. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning around his tip each time it sunk into your mouth, nor could you help grinding into his face for more of his tongue. Mingi continued playing the song, and no doubt laughed about his own joke. You managed to block it out when San flicked his tongue between your clit and your entrance, brushing on the former until you firmly sucked him off. 

"You want me to put your plug in, babe?" He asked, pecking kisses on your thigh. 

"Please."

"Roll over for me."

You rolled onto your stomach and lifted your ass into the air as San rifled around in a box under the bed. Since the move from the dorm, the members split up the toys everyone used in the gray box. Yunho had his own collection, but not all the members were as enthusiastic as him. San found the heart-shaped gem in his own box, and brought it onto the bed. After making sure you were comfortable on a stack of pillows, San took up the lube from the bed and used the silver plug to rub it over you. You rocked back and forth whenever he pushed the very tip inside, muttering about how much you needed him there. This only caused him to pull away, or lightly tap it between your cheeks. He kissed up your back to your shoulder, then pressed his lips to your ear as he pushed it into your ass. You gave a breathy whimper when it fully entered you, and you thought you might cum from just him brushing on you alone. 

"That feels good, huh?" He asked smugly. He started pushing and pulling the toy, and you wriggled your hips. "Answer me."

"It does," you muttered. "It really does, Sannie." You grinded into his cock, feeling it up on the slick folds, "But don't you want to fill up both my holes?"

"Oh, how could I forget?" He cooed, grabbing a new condom. "We wouldn't want to leave you empty, would we?" 

You heard him unwrap the packet, and waited until you jumped, feeling him slide inside. On the other side of the wall, you heard Mingi replay the song a second time. You buried your face in the pillow, your amusement mingling with the pleasure inside you. San pumped into you a few times before he noticed. 

"Are you laughing?" He asked, laughing with you. 

"I'm sorry," you giggled. "It's funny."

"Is this funny too?" He rested over you, and began slamming himself into you quickly as the bed began knocking into the wall. "Hm, is it?"

"No, Sannie," you cried, biting back more laughter. "No, it's not."

"I don't know," he buried his face into your shoulder to stifle his chuckles, "It sounds like you think it is."

'Say my name, say my name, say my naaame.'

Both of you couldn't control your laughter. "But don't stop," you rolled your hips into his, "Please, Sannie-ah?"

"I won't, baby. Don't worry."

Suddenly, the music stopped. San continued pumping into you, and you easily went back to the rhythm before another song came on. 

'Hey, don't stop all night long! So you and I can't stop!'

"Is he purposefully skipping through them?" San said, keeping himself buried inside you. 

"I think so," you panted, putting his arms around you so he fully rested on top of you. Your bodies connected together, the anal plug being tapped by his pubic bone, you turned your head to his ear, "But don't pay attention to him. Focus on me…me and my tight pussy…"

"I am, baby," he kissed your cheek softly, "I definitely am." His hands slipped between you and the plush pillows underneath, giving them a soft squeeze. "You looked so hot in that video," he grunted, going back to his rough pace, sending shocks of pain and pleasure through you, "I couldn't stop looking at you... I would've fucked you right there, if you'd asked."

Yes, the 'Don't Stop' music video. You often made cameos in your boyfriends' music videos, playing as small side characters that add to the overall lore of their universe. Usually, you played some kind of helpful character that doubled as a love interest. In 'Don't Stop', you were a friendly pawn shop owner who helped the members get a deed to their pirate ship. You'd worn a tank top under a cropped jacket…

And shorts. Very small, very tight shorts that you had glued down so they did not ride up. 

"Bet it was my ass you kept looking at, huh?" You hadn't been in the same scene as San, but he watched the footage later. "You love watching my ass any chance you get." You clenched your walls around him, gaining a low groan from him. "My round, tight ass that you love spanking?"

"Yes, baby," he said, pushing the plug like a button, "Yes, it was. I couldn't help it." 

You muffled your moans with the pillow as he started going faster. Dissatisfied with this, San grabbed your hair and yanked your head up so you had no choice but to add your moans to the sounds in the apartment. The knocking headboard went into competition with Mingi’s stereo, and yours and San's groans soon joined in. Your fingers dug into the satin pillows underneath you, unable to contain the orgasm both his cock and the toy teased into the open. San pounded you quickly, grunting and growling as he came closer to his own climax. Both of you became so lost in your own pleasures that you didn't hear a door opening somewhere outside. All of a sudden Mingi’s stereo turned off, and hushed voices began arguing before Mingi’s door closed again. 

"San-ah!" Seonghwa pounded on the bedroom door, "Finish her off and go to sleep! We have work in the morning!"

"Fuck, he's right," San gritted, keeping the same pace. 

He wasn't wrong. You had dance classes to give in the afternoon, and you liked to be well rested before handling a group of toddlers. 

“Sannie-ah,” you squeaked, kneeling up and putting his hands on your chest, “I want you to cum. I like hearing you cum.” 

“I’m going to, baby,” he said, bottoming up into you and still playing with your anal plug, “I’m so fucking close. Your pussy feels so…so…fuck-ah!”

Both of you came quickly. You supposed the constant interruptions and the pressure had each of you bursting immediately. Shakily, you gradually climbed down from your high and collapsed onto his bed. Sweat beaded your forehead, and you could feel the exhaustion in your muscles. The plug inside you became uncomfortable once your body settled down, but you felt too tired to remove it. Luckily, San didn't mind doing it for you. You remained still in his arms while he gingerly pulled it from you, planting gentle kisses on your lips and cheeks. You sighed in relief when it came out, still feeling it there but you knew the sensation would go away. 

"I'm sorry," he muttered, pulling the covers over you to keep away the chill. 

"About what?" 

"Not going longer," he said, bringing you closer to him. "I don't like doing it too quickly."

"Sannie-ah," you laughed, resting beside him, "We felt each other up in the cab on the way here. You ripped my perfectly good tights and fingered me and ate my ass in an elevator. You brought me home; I gave you a blowjob, I rode you, we 69-ed, and you fucked me from behind with a plug in my ass. How on earth is that not enough?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. He kissed you again, "I like fucking you until you can't think straight. I don't want to leave you unsatisfied."

"Not every time has to be porn quality, San," you assured him. "I'm more than satisfied, trust me." You kissed him again, then found energy to slip from the bed. "Besides, we have things to do tomorrow."

He sighed, "You're right."

You pecked his lips, then grabbed a duvet from nearby to wrap around yourself. "I'm gonna wash up, then I'll come back."

"Fine," he said, settling into a comfortable position and shutting his eyes. 

Leaving San in his room, you went across the hall to the bathroom. In the white tiled room, you found the small toiletry bag you kept in each apartment and began removing your smudged makeup. So much for waterproof mascara. When you finished, and started tying up your hair, someone knocked. You assumed it'd be San, so you said:

"Come in."

It wasn't San. Mingi opened the door a crack to see you standing naked in front of the glass shower door, waiting on the water to warm up. His eyes swept over you, putting every inch of you to memory before walking to the toilet. You could see the hint of sleepiness in his eyes and immediately felt guilty. 

"I'm sorry we woke you," you told him. "I tried being quiet, but San…"

"It's okay," he mumbled. He tugged down the front of his pants right as you stepped into the shower. "I don't blame you."

"I still feel bad about it," you closed your eyes as the gentle fall of water soothed your warm skin. "We had a bit too much to drink, and he always gets touchy with me when he drinks."

Mingi finished with the toilet and turned to wash his hands. "I'm not upset with you, angel. I like listening to you get absolutely wrecked by someone else. Just not at two in the morning." 

"I'm sorry," you repeated, grabbing a small body wash bottle. "To be fair, you did blast music that completely threw us off."

"I thought it might speed things up."

"Did it have to be that song, though?" You smiled, the lyrics playing in your head once again. 

"I thought it'd be funny."

"Well, your plan worked because I barely concentrated."

You saw him turn around and lean on the sink. "Did you cum?" 

You shook your head, recognizing the lustful drawl in his voice. "I did. Twice."

You heard the door behind you open, and Mingi scanned over your nude form again. "Good," he said, eyes on your breasts, "I wouldn't have minded helping you get there if he hadn't."

"Go to bed, Mingi," you sneered, sliding the door closed once more. "You need to sleep."

"I'm right next door," he replied, walking away, "If you want a third one."

"Goodnight, Mingi-ah."

"I wouldn't mind-"

"-Goodnight, Mingi," you said more firmly, keeping the amusement out of your voice. 

"Night."

You shook your head and laughed, then finished washing up. Pulling the duvet over your body again, you peeked into a bedroom down the hall. Seonghwa laid on his back in his bed, about to put on his fluffy headphones before he saw you opening the door. He smirked at you. 

"Is it my turn?" He joked, smiling at you. 

"No," you stuck out your tongue at him, "I came to say 'goodnight'. I'm sorry if we woke you up."

"I have another way you can say goodnight to me." He sat up, "You two woke me up from such a good sleep. I don't know if it'll be easy for me to get back into it now. I think I might need a special sleeping method to help me, you know, clear my head."

"Try some soothing sounds," you said. "Goodnight, Seonghwa."

"Night, love."

You left his room and went back to San, who'd fallen asleep waiting on you. Kissing his shoulder, you slithered back into the bed and wrapped your arms around him from behind. He gave a grumbled sound of content, putting his arm over yours and you snuggled closer. Basking in his warm touch, you drifted off to sleep before you even realized. You should have known a night out drinking with San would end this way. 

Your boyfriends have a hard time keeping their hands to themselves. 

[mosaickiwi]

14DWY As a Drama AU

Hey remember when I said I’d post this in February oopsies!! (don’t ask me about demon!ren i will cry)

Open at your own risk this thing is LONG. Tried to give everyone at least a little something! upon putting this in my drafts i realized olivia exists i'll add her at some point uhhh. Also you can tell how much I love Elanor... hehe

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

The cult classic romantic thriller, 14 Days With You, is now a drama! Coming to all your favorite streaming platforms this summer. A whirlwind romance gone right and wrong that you DON’T want to miss.

Cast List

[REDACTED]

🖤 Quiet kid that used the after school theater program to delay returning home. Never wanted to perform, but loved doing costumes, make up, and correcting others (in his mind) on how to portray their roles. 

🖤 Spent a little extra time perfecting the costumes of a certain someone who didn't even know they existed. He always traded house chores with his sister so she'd sit in the audience to solely film Tree #2's performance.

🖤 Was an apprentice special effects makeup artist after graduation at first, particularly for horror films, but it didn't exactly pay the bills when they left home.

🖤 Easily rose to the top in their acting career due to his dedication for crafting characters to perfection. 

🖤 Dolly Parton/Lady Gaga-esque in their separation of work and life—completely unrecognizable in their regular civilian attire. Paparazzi have never gotten a picture of them in all their years trying.

🖤 Has zero issues getting into character, but does "method acting" on occasion to make sure people leave them alone on set. And also to fuck with directors and producers they don't like. Notoriously difficult to work with because of it + their overall attitude towards others, still gets hired somehow.

🖤 Got offered the role as the main love interest in 14DWY without an audition, thanks to a previous manipulative pink haired character he played in a film that ended up never being released. (2017 Ren because it's funny)

 Angel (you!)

💜 Participated in the same after school theater program as [REDACTED] and Leon for a few semesters before you got bored of it. Curiosity for acting resurfaced later in life.

💜 Newbie actor at the recently formed talent agency of your friend. Only starred as non-speaking roles or background characters in small productions until the drama. You moved back to Corland Bay after uni for the better industry prospects.

💜 You initially auditioned for a very small role in the drama as an employee in a seaside shop at first, but somehow you wound up as the lead? (un)lucky you.

💜 Feel free to fill in the blank for any whys and hows you think of to fit your OC/self/sona as you so please <3

Elanor

💖 Normally an actress and casting director, first time as an executive producer for the drama. Dreams of bringing her own romantic screenplays to life. Hasn't quite proven herself the way she wants in the industry to feel confident enough in them. 

💖 Catalyst for the drama being made. A "friend" mistakenly recommended the 14DWY book to her. She absolutely loathes all the psychological horror of it but sees the potential it has.

💖 Also the reason [REDACTED] was immediately cast, and you as well once she saw your chemistry with him while reading for a minor role. He hadn't shown a fraction of as much interest when reading lines with other potential candidates, so she decided to take the risk of an untested talent as the headliner.

💖 Refuses to use her family's name to get her stuff made. She wants her works to speak for themselves. Very picky about who she works with due to her family having hands in most of Corland's entertainment industry so she hardly gets a genuine interaction beyond ass-kissing.

💖 Always partial to working with Conan's small studio since he was the only director to give her any sort of criticism in spite of her family, as gentle and polite as it was. She still cried a little in the dressing room though.

💖 Genuine confusion when Conan wants her to act as both a producer and assist with direction. She only intended to bring it to his interest. But how could she say no to someone whose judgment and opinion she respects so much?

Conan

💖 Runs and owns a small scale studio in the Bay that seems to pick and choose its productions at random. It is in fact Alice sneaking into her dad's home office and putting scented stickers on the ones she likes. (She only reads the titles)

💖 Extremely proud of Elanor for getting so far on her own, and would take on one of her dozens of scripts no questions asked if she'd only work up the courage to show him one. So imagine his surprise when she comes to him with a romantic horror instead of one of the fairy tale romances he sees her scribbling notes on during breaks.

💖 While he’s the one with the final say, he does try to let Elanor have as much free reign as possible on the project in the hopes to boost her confidence.

Kiara

💖 A super-star actress and model that got her start in Corland’s local industry, but quickly hit it big. 

💖 When she isn’t drowning in work, she’ll swing through town to check in on her sister.

💖 Desperately wants to star in one of Elanor’s productions, but respects her sister’s desire for independence. Though she does like to tease about certain casting decisions on the drama when made aware of them.

the rest of the cast are unfortunately very silly i couldn't resist

Moth

💖 Started a talent agency out of spite for the terrible castings in their favorite media. Got further invested upon realizing they could read the scripts before the movies or show adaptations were even announced.

💖 The one who pushed you to audition for a minor role in the production once the rumor about who was cast as the main love interest reaches them. They've heard all the horror stories about [REDACTED] so wanted the inside scoop. Horrified and fascinated to find out you get the lead role. It’s like watching a train wreck.

Leon

💖 Joined the theater program initially because of you, but got really into it. Moved away to attend a performing arts school until his mother got sick.

💖 Took every wacky infomercial or street performance gig he could find to pay the hospital bills until Teo found out and swooped in.

💖 Eternally grateful for the burden of financial ruin being relieved, so he always accepts the jobs Teo gets for him. He definitely won’t complain since he’s not dressed in an animal costume and shouting nonsensical slogans for cleaning products.

Teo

💖 Met Leon through a shared production and quickly bonded. Attended a different performing arts school and met Jae as a child.

💖 Almost the exact opposite of his game character purely for the funnies. Shy, introverted, can’t flirt to save his life. Still a nepo baby but he can hold his own in acting. Doesn’t like his character much, but is extremely jealous of the confidence he oozes.

💖 Leon and Jae are his only friends in the industry so he uses his sway to get them parts if they haven't already gotten a call back. Gets REALLY nervous on set for certain roles so he needs their support.

Jae

💖 Attended the same school as Teo when they were kids, and is constantly pitching intentionally bad ideas and joking on set to reassure his friend.

💖 A little bit of a thrill seeker, so does all his own small stunts if he thinks he’s capable. Stands there and gawks watching the more extreme stunts, loudest to clap when they go well.

💖 Kept bringing Maple to the shoots cause how could he even think about leaving her at home? She would occasionally break her leash and wander into a scene for head scratches and kisses. The film crew always booed when a PA came to take her off set.

Violet

💖 Completely terrible at caring for plants. Inspired by her role, she starts vlogging about her plant mom journey before shooting even begins. All her advice is completely wrong and terrible. Her personal assistant keeps her in the dark by tending to the plants themselves to fix her mistakes.

💖 Finds out she has a talent for flower arrangement, though. Does thank you vases for the cast and crew on all her future productions that last a lifetime because her PA made sure all the flowers were fake.

Exposition

(silly on set shenanigans)

🎬 Scenes get retaken quite a bit, since you’re still extremely new to it all. Most of the cast and crew expect anger out of [REDACTED] after the 4th call for a re-shoot on the first day’s library scene, but he’s surprisingly cracking jokes about his dye job and reassuring you that you’re doing great. The infamously ill-tempered actor is smiling somehow… even being patient? Not glaring down his co-star for minor slip ups? They cannot recognize this person.

🎬 Violet and [REDACTED] naturally butt heads on set. She respects their acting, not the actor. Zero hesitation to snap back if he’s getting snarky with a PA. You’re the one people have to beg to separate them, and you’re completely baffled that [REDACTED] doesn’t treat others as nicely as he treats you.

🎬 Even though Elanor is a nervous wreck about the first real thing to ultimately make or break her career, she’s scarily efficient on set—as long as no one distracts her. She does get sidetracked once in a while, only because she loves chatting and answering any questions the cast or crew might have. She even brings one of her own cats to set during a slower day to see if they can get along with Maple. Leaves Conan in charge when the horror scenes are being shot. They’re both put off by how vivid they feel, but Conan at least can grin and bear it. 

🎬 You and Leon manage to catch up on set while [REDACTED] is otherwise occupied shooting said horror scenes. You tease him about a few infomercials you saw when looking up his actor reel, and Leon teases you back about your unlucky streak of being a tree or a rock in every play the theater program put on when y’all were younger. Laughs even harder once he finds out your most prominent roles until then were “unnamed zombie #5 at the bottom of the pile” and “sleeping train passenger.”

🎬 Try as he might, [REDACTED] doesn’t convince Elanor to change up a few crucial parts of the script for his benefit. His offhand threats of leaving the production fall on deaf ears, as she is all too happy to do re-shoots to make Teo the lead. His innocent hints to you about the shoddy script fly over your head for some reason! You love how it's turning out, what does he mean?

🎬 Super shy Teo prefaces and warns his co-stars before acting in every scene of his character being excessively flirty. Most of the actors have worked with him at some point or another beforehand, so they let him go through his routine without issue. Some crew members love the whiplash of him switching between overly courteous and smarmy, others vastly prefer the flirty character and mourn the loss as production comes to a close.

The Build Up

📺 The higher ups pressure Violet to start a short-lived streaming career to boost interest, since she’s hopeless with plants. She amasses a cult following for her MMO reviews, blind raids on new patches, and her wild ride of a Minecraft playthrough. In the end she winds up preferring to play games off stream, but once in a blue moon she’ll do a first time raid stream so her more dedicated fans can join and watch her alliance get wiped. Creative trolling is highly encouraged.

📺 Teo, Jae, and Leon appear on a late night TV show for promotion. It was meant to be for Teo and [REDACTED] at first. (Where’s the leading lover? [REDACTED] refused all promo appearances or sit downs without you being involved in them.) The host plays a clip that Teo’s particularly embarrassed about, and he hides his face in shame when the crowd hoots and hollers praise about his portrayal.

📺 [REDACTED] comes across as doting and overprotective of you once you’re pushed into the spotlight of celebrity, and shows increasingly concerning behaviors as the premiere looms closer. Depending on your response, they’ll back off to a point or dial it up. Interviewers and consumers mistake it as the eccentric actor’s “method acting” so the red flags just slide right past.

📺 Elanor and Conan guest star in a podcast for off-the-cuff romance enthusiasts. Their strangely cagey and joking comments like “there were so many retakes we couldn’t keep track of what was meant to be the actors messing around or part of the final cuts,” and “we’ve actually sent all the reviewers 1 of 14 versions with completely different endings,” leave listeners all the more curious to see the film.

The Climax

🎉 Reception is huge, in good ways for most. The majority of the cast see a surge in popularity if they didn’t already from the hype. 

🎉 Teo bemoans his endless offerings for sarcastic pretty boy jobs, Leon makes enough to get picky about his roles (and pay Teo back), Jae somehow cons a studio into an action film starring Maple—and subsequently adopts every single one of her stunt doubles. 

🎉 Moth throws the agency away to start adapting anime and manga themselves. Elanor finally feels validated enough to bring one of her romantic screenplays to the big screen, starring her sister Kiara and a very enthusiastic Violet as the leading couple. 

🎉 Conan’s studio is overloaded with scripts, and Alice runs out of scented stickers that much quicker. They are severely backlogged send help.

🎉 One determined conspiracy theorist sets out to prove those missing 13 versions of the ending are real, based on minor cuts and inconsistencies purposefully left in the public release.

The End, Roll Credits

choose your own ending

Bad End 💔 - A Falling Star

💔 If you respond negatively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor during shoots and promo: he plays the waiting game, uses his connections and blackmail to make sure all your roles without his name attached don’t garner nearly as much attention as the ones where you’re co-stars.

💔 Your negotiating power quickly plummets as you fall out of demand and end up begging just for the non-speaking roles you once loathed.

💔 The careers of anyone you got close to on set fall apart much faster than yours, before they’re outright blacklisted in the industry.

💔 You begrudgingly call up your last option. He can’t do much for your friends, but their offer to help you make a comeback is always open.

Neutral End 💌 - Just One More Try

💌 If you respond indifferently to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: the drama leads to you getting more offers, though a handful are for playing opposite of [REDACTED], as the on-screen chemistry was too much for studios to ignore for cash grabs.

💌 Elanor has rid herself of the drama’s subsequent rights, despite positive reception, so a sequel sprouts up in the works at a different studio. One that doesn’t mind catering to the whims of their actors when it comes to script integrity.

💌 You arrive on the set to find that not just one, but all of your cast mates except for them were written to have much smaller parts in the sequel. In fact, you rarely find a scene in the revised script where [REDACTED] isn’t alongside you.

💌 Sadly the contract is air tight, just put up with it until it’s over… What’s this clause about further sequels?

Good End 💍 - Off Into the Sunset

💍 If you respond positively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: you’ll sadly announce at the post premiere press conference that acting was a one-and-done adventure for you. Retired effective immediately, no farewell interviews.

��� You’re spotted around town for a few weeks in a mask with a tall, darkly dressed companion at your side before you disappear from the public eye and Corland Bay all together.

💍 A few of your friends at least have an idea of where you are, and they meet up with you whenever you're in a nearby city. None of them can recognize the man glued to your side, though. Not that he'd say anything to clue them in.

💍 After months of near inactivity, [REDACTED] mysteriously deletes their socials without a word, sparking confusion and outrage among hardcore fans still desperately hoping for a sequel.

[mypimpademia]

— Housewife

Pro hero! Izuku x fem! housewife! reader

Synopsis: Headcanons of what it’d be like to be Pro hero Izuku’s housewife

TW: domestic hcs, pregnancy, brief mention of alcohol/drinking, briefly suggestive

Note: Bakugo version here!

⇶ Being Izuku’s housewife is definitely an idea he’d come up with

⇶ You always opposed the idea of becoming a housewife, always priding yourself on your independence and hard work

⇶ But when you found yourself working too hard and constantly feeling burnt out, your husband Izuku would always be your shoulder to lie on

⇶ You trusted him so much that you didn’t even have to put much thought into the idea of being his housewife

⇶ Even when you’re working and making good money yourself, Izuku still takes care of most things simply because he wants to, and doesn’t want you worrying about them

⇶ Takes care of the bills, insurance, emergency expenses, and play money

⇶ He doesn’t mind at all either, it’s hardly a dent in his salary as the top pro hero

⇶ From the moment you got together, Izuku has always told you that he’s willing to take care of absolutely everything and anything. The both of you being happy and at ease is all that matters to him

⇶ When you first quit your job and get your start as a housewife, you feel uneasy not having something to do all the time

⇶ You start doing what you think housewives do, and spend a lot of time cleaning and taking care of things around the house, as well as cooking for yourself and making sure Izuku was coming home to a nice meal after work

⇶ Izuku always shows gratitude towards you for making sure he comes back to a nice home and delicious meal from his beautiful wife

⇶ Takes off his dirty shoes before coming in to make sure he doesn’t track in dirt on the freshly mopped and waxed hardwood

⇶ And takes a shower before seating himself on any of the furniture

⇶ Let’s you tend to any of his wounds as well, cleaning up cuts and scrapes and icing bruises

⇶ Comes to eat dinner with you afterwards, and covers you in kisses as a thank you before doing all the dishes

⇶ Rents a movie with you afterwards to unwind, and pours both a glass of wine

⇶ At first, you found the routine of sitting at home and doing nothing but cooking and cleaning monotonous, and began contemplating going back to work

⇶ But once you found other ways to entertain yourself, you never thought about working again

⇶ Everyrday, you’d do a light clean of the house if it was needed, before getting all dolled up to go out

⇶ You’d pick from the array of sports cars in your multi-car garage, correlating with either your outfit or your mood

⇶ Izuku gave you his debit and credit cards to go out and buy things with

⇶ Groceries, house supplies, clothes, and more

⇶ And because you weren’t working, you had way more time to go out with your friends

⇶ Going out to brunch and catching up on each others lives was a common occurrence

⇶ They’d ask you about how it was to be a housewife, saying that you must be bored at home all day

⇶ But you’re quick to correct them, saying that it’s nice to have less to worry about and have more time to yourself

⇶ It’s nice to finally be able to go out more instead of being stuck in a loop of working and going home

⇶ You often make Izuku lunches to take to work, and pre make snacks that wait for him in the fridge whenever he’s got late night patrols

⇶ If you write cute little notes in them, he’ll cherish all of them and keep them in a drawer at his desk in his agency

⇶ Izuku always makes an effort to call you throughout the day to see how you’re doing, and gets really worried whenever you don’t pick up because you were preoccupied

⇶ Gives you 30 minutes to call him back, which you usually do in that time, but if you don’t he shows up to wherever your phone location (you both keep each other’s locations) says you are to make sure you’re okay

⇶ Loves when you run him over all the things you did while he was gone over dinner

⇶ And don’t give him “Oh I just cleaned and did some shopping,” he wants every detail

⇶ Tell him the order you cleaned the rooms in, what you wore shopping, which car you took, what stores you went to, what you bought, what you didn’t buy, etc

⇶ Lives for your little hauls after you go clothes shopping

⇶ Rates your outifts (miraculously, they’re all 10/10…) while smothering you with compliments

⇶ Pulls you in between his legs and tells you to spin around for him

⇶ Takes the opportunity to grab at your butt, thighs, and chest

⇶ Makes you sit on his lap while he feels you up and tells you how pretty you are while thanking you for taking care of him. Your fashion shows are just the perfect opportunity for him to take care of his cute little house wife in return for y’all you do for him <3

⇶ Coincidentally, you find out that you’re pregnant not long after one of the hauls you do for him!

⇶ Izuku takes time off to help you out with chores and errands

⇶ You spend more time together, he does everything with you

⇶ Does a bulk of the house cleaning, goes grocery shopping with you, and shops for maternity clothes with you

⇶ He’s gonna love it so much when you start nesting

⇶ You’re gonna be at the furniture store all the time buying things for the nursery

⇶ Buys a bunch of cute clothes and baby toys

⇶ He even makes a Pinterest board full of nursery inspiration, maternity picture ideas, and more

⇶ Izuku loves having you as his little housewife, he can’t wait till he gets to come home to you and his little baby as well 🫶🏾

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Rhysand is often portrayed as this perfect, morally grey ruler, but when you take a closer look at his actions, it's obvious how messed up he really is. Let’s break down the so-called “benevolent” High Lord of the Night Court.

1. The Hewn City – The King of Torture? Rhysand's treatment of the people in Hewn City is straight-up barbaric. The way he holds power over them isn’t out of necessity or to “protect” them from worse rulers—it’s control through fear and violence. He tortures them, plays with their lives, and enjoys maintaining his iron grip on them. It's almost like he uses them as his personal stress toys. Is that really the hallmark of a just ruler? Sure, Hewn City isn’t full of saints, but for Rhys to stand on his high horse and act like he's saving everyone while still torturing his subjects? Hypocrisy at its finest.

2. Rhysand and Feyre – Let’s Talk About Consent Let’s not forget that he literally assaulted Feyre Under the Mountain. I don’t care how anyone tries to frame it as him “saving her” from Amarantha—there’s no excuse for the way he took away her agency. Rhys manipulated her, forced her into wearing those skimpy outfits, and paraded her around for his entertainment. All while pretending it was for the greater good. It's pretty damn disgusting how that gets brushed under the rug like it was some noble sacrifice when in reality, he robbed Feyre of her choices.

3. Planning to Execute Nesta – The Line Between Justice and Control Rhysand and his inner circle legit planned to execute Nesta, all because she didn’t fall in line. Nesta had her faults—hell, a lot of them—but threatening her life because she didn't act the way Rhys wanted? That's not justice; that's manipulation and control at its core. He wasn't trying to protect anyone. He was pissed that he couldn't control her, that she wasn't another cog in his perfect little machine of Night Court harmony.

4. Tamlin – Kicking a Man While He’s Down Say what you will about Tamlin, but there’s no denying that Rhysand completely overstepped every boundary when it came to him. The Night Court loves to preach about freedom, but Rhys had no problem strutting into Tamlin’s land, throwing it in his face, and making an already broken man feel like utter shit. There’s a difference between defending your own and downright antagonizing someone who’s in the depths of depression. At one point, he basically told Tamlin to end his own life. What kind of "savior" talks like that to someone who's clearly struggling? It's downright cruel.

5. The Night Court – A Dictatorship Wrapped in Pretty Words Rhysand's Night Court is sold to everyone as this place of freedom, where people can be who they truly are—but at what cost? If you cross Rhys or don’t fall in line with his vision, you either face his wrath, his torture, or his manipulation. He's not running a court; he's running a dictatorship where everything is fine as long as it aligns with his master plan. The fact that he keeps calling himself the “most powerful High Lord in history” just feeds into that massive god complex he has. The ego on this guy is unbelievable.

6. Double Standards – The Morality of Convenience Rhys preaches about freedom and respect, but he only seems to extend that to people he deems worthy. If you’re in his circle or someone he cares about, great—you get all the privileges. If not? Well, tough luck. He’ll trample over your land, threaten your life, or torture you into submission. The cherry on top? Everyone around him acts like he’s the greatest thing to happen to Prythian, and the fandom just eats it up.

So, yeah. Rhysand is fucked up. He’s not just morally grey—he’s power-hungry, manipulative, and borderline sadistic. His version of “ruling” the Night Court is as hypocritical as it gets. Benevolent High Lord? More like the king of self-righteous cruelty.

7. Locking Up Nesta – Rhysand’s Tamlin Moment Remember how everyone vilified Tamlin for locking Feyre up “for her own safety”? Sure, it was messed up, but the narrative painted him as this controlling, possessive villain because of it. Now, fast forward to Rhysand, who literally does the same thing to Nesta. She’s spiraling, yes, but instead of finding her real help or giving her space to heal, he decides to trap her in the House of Wind like a damn prisoner. He takes away her freedom, isolates her from the outside world, and forces her into a situation she clearly doesn’t want. How is that any different from what Tamlin did?

But here’s the kicker: Rhysand gets praised for it. Why? Because he’s Rhysand, the supposed hero, and everything he does is always “for the greater good,” right? It’s utter bullshit. He used the same controlling tactics on Nesta that Tamlin used on Feyre, but the fandom acts like he was being this saintly, tough-love older brother. What he did was textbook manipulation, stripping away Nesta’s autonomy because she didn’t fit into his perfect vision of what recovery should look like.

8. Forcing Recovery on Nesta – Ignoring Trauma Let’s not sugarcoat this: Rhysand locked up a woman who was using drinking as a coping mechanism and basically said, “Tough luck, you’re staying here until you fix yourself.” That's not helping; that’s punishing someone for their trauma. Nesta was in pain, lashing out and struggling to deal with what happened to her. Did she need help? Absolutely. But instead of offering her real emotional support, Rhys just forced her into a recovery program that suited his standards and timeline, not hers.

What makes this even worse is that Nesta was self-harming through drinking, and instead of addressing the root cause of her pain, Rhysand and his inner circle chose to control her like she was a problem that needed to be fixed, not a person who needed to be understood. There’s nothing noble about that.

9. Rhysand’s Hypocrisy – Tamlin vs. Himself This is where Rhysand’s hypocrisy really shines. He condemned Tamlin for being controlling, and Feyre (rightfully) left that toxic environment. But Rhys turns around and does the same thing to Nesta, and instead of being held accountable for it, he gets celebrated for “taking action.” How does that even make sense? It's such a double standard that it's almost laughable. Tamlin’s actions were wrong, but Rhysand’s were just as bad, if not worse, because he knew better. He knew what it felt like to be controlled, yet he did it anyway.

10. Stop Giving Rhys a Pass People need to stop giving Rhysand a pass for his behavior. He gets away with literal torture, manipulation, locking people up, and trampling over others' boundaries because he’s good at hiding it behind the facade of “protecting his court.” He’s not the hero people make him out to be. He’s just as flawed and fucked up as the people he claims to be better than.

At the end of the day, locking someone up—whether it’s Feyre in the Spring Court or Nesta in the House of Wind—is a violation of their autonomy. Rhysand isn't some hero swooping in to save the day. He's a controlling ruler who just happens to be good at spinning the narrative in his favor.