#this is only the beginning. prepare for more

[levigarden999]

bluelock!men ⟡ favorite positions

chars : ⭒ shidou ryusei ⭒ michael kaiser ⭒ yoichi isagi ⭒ seishiro nagi ⭒ itoshi sae ⭒ kunigami ⭒

warnings : smut , +18 , p!v , rough!sex , f!orgasm

₊⊹ shidou ryusei

doggy. there’s no other way. shidou loves to fuck you hard from behind, large hands grasping your hips and occasionally smacking your ass. his cheeks flush hard while he sees how perfectly your ass bounces every time his hips slam against yours. shidou loves to take control, he’s absolutely addicted to the way you whine and plead for more against the pillow. and he obeys – he gives you more just like you want, to the point his cock is smeared with your white cream and your ass cheeks are red from all the smacks he’s given you.

₊⊹ michael kaiser

reverse cowgirl. yup. the position where you’re only allowed to see kaiser’s feet while he’s staring at your bouncing ass with his arms behind his head, a cocky smirk on his stupidly handsome face. he has a superiority complex which definitely reflects to your bed activities as well – he tells you to fuck yourself on his cock and make yourself cum, and if he cums before you, you know the only way you'll come tonight is by your own hand. there’s no way he bothers to finger you or anything if he doesn’t feel like it. i’m sorry but this man is a selfish lover. luckily, his cock feels so damn good that you almost every time fall apart on top of him, hands gripping his thighs as you clench around his shaft. during those times, he sometimes, sometimes, grabs your hips and begins to slam his hips up against your poor, tired pussy.

₊⊹ yoichi isagi

missionary. isagi is a passionate guy who gives his all to things he loves – soccer and you. he’s not a mean one who has a dirty mouth in bed, even though he can get quite rude towards the opponent on the field. but to you – he’s the perfect, loving partner who makes sure you cum first, always. he fucks you with slow and deep strokes which makes the air leave your lungs, his other hand skillfully rubbing your clit as he breathes softly against your neck. isagi tells you how good you are to him, he praises you while his hips roll perfectly against yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. but okay, he can be a little mean once you’ve came, since he starts to seek for his own release. and how? leaning back, wrapping your legs on his shoulders and pounding into you shamelessly.

₊⊹ seishiro nagi

riding. nagi absolutely loves to watch you from under his half lidded eyes as you fuck yourself on his cock. he often thinks that every other sex position is a hassle, but riding is something he genuinely enjoys, because he gets to guide your movements and help you cum with little effort while admiring your beautiful body and face as you fall apart. nagi is careful, always making sure you don’t grow tired or hurt yourself. honorable mention with nagi is the fact he obviously loves you sucking his cock as well - especially under the desk while he's focused on playing on his computer.

₊⊹ itoshi sae

doggy/pronebone. sae is also a selfish lover. literally if you think this man gives a damn about your pleasure, you’re delusional. he loves to fuck you from behind, he loves to dominate you and make you take what he gives. of course, sae wouldn’t ever force you to anything – he has normal human morals after all. but once he gets going, you need to be prepared to the fact he will push your face or whole body down on the mattress and fuck you hard to the point your legs are trembling and you’re seeing stars. luckily, his cock pounds right against your sweet spot, making you aggressively clench and cum around his shaft. he tells you you’re such a good girl, that you’re taking him so well, and the second you think he’s slowing down – he only grabs you by the hair and pulls you back up against him, hips continuing to smack against your ass.

₊⊹ kunigami pegging WHO SAID THAT

[ilium-ilia]

tongue on loving wound

simon “ghost” riley x fem!reader | omegaverse!au | alternate universe to In Limbo | alpha!ghost x omega!fem!reader | masterlist

Chapter Three: leave me panting on the kitchen floor like a dog begging for scraps

tw: smut, scenting, scent intox, intense first time heat, fingering, creampie, breeding kink, scent gland playing

By some miracle, Simon manages to get you to sleep through the first night of your heat. 

It doesn’t come easy. You wake often in fits, whimpering and writhing as you try to pry yourself from the nest for no discernable reason other than the fact that you’re uncomfortable. Itching from the inside out. Stuck within your own wretched skin. Sweat glues the two of you together as he holds you back, not that it takes much effort. You’re weak. You give in easily at the mere weight of his forearm across your torso and quiet shushing against the shell of your ear. 

The only thing that truly quells this discomfort blossoming in you seems to be his scent. Thick hormones—a near paralytic. For hours he lies next to you with his palm cradling the back of your head as he keeps your face pressed against his neck where the secretions of his scent is most potent. You nap like a baby when he’s got you like this. Quiet, and drooling as if you’re starving for a taste of him. 

A few hours in, you almost rouse. Somehow during his own sleep, you’ve managed to turn away from him. Back against his chest, face in the sheets—he wakes at the sound of your groan. Thick and caught in your throat like phlegm, he snaps awake as if it’s an alarm. Panicking, he grabs the first article of his clothing he can find within the nest and shoves it against your nose as if to gag you. It knocks you out cold as if it’s chloroform and not the mere scent of him. 

When Simon notices that it’s a pair of his boxers, he thinks he ought to switch it out for something less degrading, but the way you mindlessly nuzzle into it with a sigh warns him he shouldn’t. 

Dawn breaks over the house in pale silver. A storm is brewing. Downright angry with thunder humming in the distance and light rain already spitting against the window panes. When he notes that you’re still fast asleep, Simon does his best to slip out of the nest unnoticed. Careful, strong limbs guide him over your body until he’s steady on the floor. 

It’s hard to fight his own instincts as he looks down at your curled form, and he can’t pretend as if your scent isn’t intoxicating. All things soft that follows brutality—blood after a laceration, gauze on wound, a shuddering breath from a punctured lung. Your hand begins to stretch in your sleep, fingers unfurling before curling into the mess of blankets and clothes. The sight makes him dizzy; forces all the blood in his body to flow where it knows he needs most. 

Swallowing, he strips his shirt off of his torso before placing it on top of his boxers, gifting you his fresh scent before he leaves the room. 

If he had known your body was about to spring such a brutal heat upon you, Simon would have prepared better, and a part of him is a bit frustrated that he wasn’t able to pick up on the scent. He stares at the sparse contents of his fridge with pursed lips. For half the night you’ve been sweating, overheating, and damn near combusting. Body thrown into overdrive, forcing your mind to undergo something you’ve never had to experience before. You’re using up too many nutrients. You need food. Water. And, of course, the obvious. 

Simon snatches up a half finished packet of bacon before turning the stove on and shoving bread in the toaster. He rummages through his pantry in search for more protein. Nutella, or peanut butter—something with calories, something that’ll fuel the two of you with enough energy for what’s about to take place. 

The bacon is halfway done when an inconsiderate clap of thunder shakes the house. Every wall rattles around him, and he wrenches his eyes shut as he holds his breath, hackles raised. It isn’t long before he picks up the faint sound of your feet trudging down the hallway. 

“Simon?” He can tell from your voice alone that you’re already dehydrated. Each syllable cracks in your throat as you walk up to him with mist in your eyes. “Come back to bed, please.” 

And he wants to. Oh, how he’d sweep you into his arms and lay you back in your nest and shove his cock into your pussy as many times as you need—and he will, in due time. But right now the drive to take care of you is stronger than something as debauched as that. 

“Not yet, baby,” Simon murmurs. He stifles your pout with a gentle caress of his thumb against your cheek. “Gotta get some food in ya, first. Grab a seat, I’ll be done soon.” 

You don’t wander far despite his prompting. Wobbly, unstable knees give out beneath you and he finds you sitting on the kitchen floor next to him as he continues to cook. Bacon grease pops and sears the bare skin of his chest, but it’s easy to ignore the pain when you’re clinging to his leg. Hands wrapping around his thigh, forehead rolling back and forth over his hip. 

It isn’t long before you begin to wander. Nose prodding against his crotch, Simon feels himself harden within an instant. He does his best to push it out of his mind as he sets a plate for you, but the audible sounds of your inhaling leaves his mind spinning. It only worsens when your lips fall apart to press against the band of his joggers in an open mouthed kiss, wanting tongue already darting out to wet the cotton. 

“Sweetheart,” Simon sighs. He places his hand on the crown of your head, prompting your neck to crane back to look at him. Everything about you is wet—your cunt, your eyes, glistening tears on your cheeks, sweat coating your throat, all failing to douse the fire churning within you. “You gotta eat.” 

“I don’t wanna eat.” You’re getting bratty now. Whining with your brain telling you to devour one thing, and it certainly isn’t food. Trembling fingers curl into his joggers before you yank, sending the band pulling past his hip bone. “I feel worse. I just—everything is so foggy. You said you were gonna—Simon you said—you were gonna take care of me.” 

He steadies both your body and attitude with a soft grip on your jaw. The movement silences you immediately, and all you can do is stare up at him as he clicks the stove off and retrieves your breakfast with his free hand. 

“Poor little ‘mega thinks she’s got this all figured out, yeah?” He tilts his head to the side as he leans forward; nothing but a curious dog. “But you don’t, do you sweet girl? That’s why you need me. Need your alpha to take care of you, don’tcha?” 

Simon slinks low enough until he’s on the ground next to you, plate of food on the floor to his left while his legs sprawl out. When his thighs part, the straining bulge in his pants is glaring. Growing ever rounder, more firm, damn near throbbing through the fabric—it’s hard to tear your eyes away from the sight when he pats his lap. 

“C’mere sweet girl. We’re gonna eat.” 

He situates you until you’re between his legs, back pressed against his chest and head rolling against his shoulder. Simon feeds you by hand. Slowly. Salted pork, buttered toast—it all presses past your lips until every crumb is in your mouth. Though your whimpering hasn’t stopped, your kvetching has. Jaw too busy chewing, biting through flesh, retaining the energy he knows you’re going to need. 

While one hand feeds your mouth, the other feeds your cunt. Shoved past the band of your panties, Simon’s fingers swirl around your clit effortlessly with the wetness that’s accumulated over the countless hours. You’re impossibly firm, tender skin perking up nice and pretty just for him. Every now and then he slips a finger into your hole just to feel the way your hips jump and writhe. 

“S-Simon,” you gasp. 

“Less talkin’ and more eatin’ baby.” He brings the last half of toast up to your mouth where you gingerly take a bite, incisors hardly stealing more than a nibble. 

“B-But I’m—you’re—everything feels weird like… like tight and… fuzzy…” 

He knows exactly where this is going. It’s been growing for the last few minutes in the twitching of your legs, nerves misfiring, muscles contracting, a flood of spasms waiting to erupt. Before he lets that happen, he presses the last mouthful of toast into your mouth and waits for you to swallow before his fingers begin to pick up their pace. 

“Yeah? What else, baby? S’it feel good?” Simon prods—playing with his food. 

All you can do is mumble something hardly coherent as you nod. Back beginning to arch, hips levitating off the floor, heels digging into the hardwood—you shatter with a squeaking groan. Taut thumbs curl into his thighs where you hold purchase to keep yourself steady before you’re panting and gasping as if you’ve already sucked all the air from the world and you’re still hungry for more. 

“Atta girl, there she is. Wasn’t so bad, was it? Eatin’ all your food like a good pet.” Once your breathing has calmed down a considerable amount, he raises his hand to your mouth where his fingers are still stained with bacon grease and crumbs. “Be a doll and lick me clean.” 

You follow his order with a gusto he didn’t expect you to muster after he dismantled you like this. Taking his fingers into your mouth, you suck each and every one of them clean, all the way down to his thumb. When he raises his other hand away from your sex, your jaw falls slack, waiting for him to ask you to do the same, but he only chuckles. 

“Nuh uh, this treat’s for me, sweetheart.”

Tight muscles begin to melt beneath his touch as Simon’s hands wander over your body. Heat still emanates out of you as if you’re a furnace, but he notes how the perspiration isn’t as thick anymore—which could either be a good or bad thing. He hums something about needing to clean up before he slips out from behind you. With all the strength sapped from your body, you do not wander off, but instead lie on the floor with your cheek pressed to the cold ground. 

Rain slaps violently against the window as he begins to wash up. The food he had made for himself has gone cold, but he shovels it into his mouth before disposing of the grease and soaping the plates and pan. Thunder purrs overhead and Simon thinks about how perfect everything is. You, here where it’s safe as this storm rages on, hidden deep in his den where not even the elements can lay a hand on you. 

Simon’s drying his hands off by the time he turns back around to check on you, and that string that tugs at his navel nearly forces him to pounce on you. Knees digging into the hardwood, rump raised high into the air while your face stays flat on the floor—your hands are between your thighs and he can see everything. How you desperately try to move the soaked gusset of your panties to the side, the way your fingers pitifully press into your hole, palms pressing at your cheeks, spreading yourself wide for him. 

“Too empty,” you cry. “Simon, i-it feels wrong; please fix it, fix me, I can’t…” 

He’s on his knees behind you in an instant. Hands ghosting over your lower back, kneading into the tense muscle before his fingers slip beneath the band of your underwear. You’re swaying with his movements, unsteady even as you’re nearly laying. Jasmine wafts in the air and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his skull. 

“Need your alpha’s cock, is that it sweet girl?” he asks. Simon tugs at the fabric and yanks them past your hips until there’s nothing covering your sex. He can see her in all her quivering glory—glistening and clenching. Waiting. “C’mon, what do you need, baby?” 

“You!” Your response leaves in a near shriek, only to die off to a susurrus. Then, your swaying tenses. “My… my alpha?” 

“Yeah, your alpha, baby,” he nods. 

“My alpha. I want it.” 

You’ve waited so long, and been such a good girl about it. Laying pretty for him in a nest strewn in his bed, waiting by his feet as he cooks, came so sweetly on his fingers—he cannot deny you this. Simon shoves the waistband of his joggers down and grunts at the way he springs free, cock bobbing as he tenses before he takes it into his hand. Warm metal greets his palm as he lazily strokes himself, squeezing precum free from his tip so he can wipe it off on your cunt and chuckle at the way you jolt. 

A sob escapes your throat when he pushes in. You stretch so well around him, pulling him in and forcing him to stop once you’ve swallowed the head of his cock. You’re panting, fingers curling into your palms, nails digging into the flesh, knuckles tapping against the floor as your feet begin to kick. 

“Easy baby,” Simon says through a hiss, grabbing your hips for his own stability. 

“More, more please, I can’t- too empty, Si, too empty,” you babble. 

He’s impressed at how easy it is to shove the rest of himself in. Not even his frequent lays before this could ever take him as well as you do now, and he has to bite back the murmur that bubbles in his chest. This is proof. Your scent—sweet and tender in the way death always is—how you’ve so easily wrapped him around your finger, consumed every thought—his mate. His omega. 

That tender spot on the side of your neck looks tastier by the minute. 

Simon’s pace is quick—you won’t accept anything less. Whimpering every time he attempts to give you a break, begging for more, refusing to let him treat you as if you’re delicate; he relents. Fingers curling into your hips, broad thighs slapping against your own, sending sharp claps echoing throughout the empty kitchen; it’s raw. Pure and unadulterated. 

It’s frustrating how fast his orgasm approaches, but he can tell by the kicking of your feet that it’s exactly what you’re wanting from him. To be full not only of him, but everything he has to offer. You’re begging now. Incoherent rambling hits the floor as your head lowers as if in prayer. All Simon can do is hold on to the fat of your ass as he watches the way his cock plunges into you, wetness glistening along the back of your thighs as you soak him to the very bone. His jaw clenches, teeth creaking, diaphragm spasming—

A strangled sob leaves your throat when he comes. He’s twitching inside of you, half sheathed but still filling you up properly with all the spend he has to offer. With narrowed eyes, Simon witnesses the way his knot swells just outside the entrance of your pussy and he growls. It hurts. Too much pressure and not enough counterweight to squeeze him tight—the tender skin bulges and reddens. Cursing, his palm slams against the cabinet as he grinds into you, but it’s useless to offer any reprieve for his aching knot. 

Once you’ve caught your breath, he finds you finally looking back over your shoulder. Neck craned, hips rolling—it isn’t long before you’re pouting. Dazed, Simon doesn’t realize the way you’re pulling away from him until it’s too late. You rock back into him, body colliding with his knot in a way that makes him growl. Instinctively, he reaches a hand for the nape of your neck before he presses hard, forcing your chest to the floor, leaving you squirming. 

“None of that,” Simon warns. 

“You didn’t give me your knot,” you whine. 

“You’re not ready for that yet, baby.” His weight forces you to collapse until you’re flat on your stomach, legs straightened with his thighs forcing them apart. The fear of being crushed ought to scare you, but all you do instead is moan. “Too much at once for a sweet ‘mega like you.” 

Hips still wiggling, you attempt to shake your head as best as you can. “I can take it! I need it, need you so bad Simon, you’re so- you’re so mean.” 

“Mean?” He can’t help but chuckle at that. “No baby, I’m takin’ care of ya. Just like I said I would, yeah?” His grip loosens on the back of your neck, but his thumb begins to wander to that quivering gland. You tense, body ready and eager; your head tilts to the side. “I’ll give you this knot nice and proper later, yeah baby?” 

You wiggle in defiance. “I can’t wait, Si. I don’t wanna wait.” 

“You can do it, sweetheart. I know you can.” 

Without warning, his thumb digs into the side of your neck where the skin of your shoulder meets your throat. Your mouth falls open but a sound doesn’t escape you for a long moment until a moan eventually bleeds out between your lips. Soft gland pinched by his nail, every inch of you begins to tremble. Cock still shoved inside of you, he feels the way you come just from that mere touch—that feigned bite that he knows your brain craves primally, but is unsure if it’s what you truly want. 

Simon’s eyes close as you squeeze him in rhythm with your orgasm and he doesn’t loosen his grip until you’ve gone truly limp beneath him. Perspiration coats your face but that doesn’t stop him from leaning down to kiss your cheek. 

“You’re drinkin’ some water, then you’re gonna nap, yeah?” It’s not a question, but rather a preordained series of events he knows you need. 

The fight has been drained out of you—for now—and you nod with a sigh. “Yeah, okay.” 

It takes several minutes to get you back into the nest you so meticulously put together on his bed. Pulling out of you, Simon sits on the floor next to you as he rubs your back until the strength returns to your body, but even then your knees are nothing but jelly, and he has to guide you to the room with an arm wrapped around your waist. 

You settle into the plush sheets and mess of his clothes so nicely, having already carved out a space for yourself. He lets you rest for only a moment before he’s cupping your chin and pressing a water glass to your lips. Half of it spills out of your mouth. Soft streams dribbling down your chin, wetting your chest—you hum at the way it cools your feverish skin. 

Simon hardly has time to settle into the nest next to you before you’re winding up again. Hands pawing at his chest, nose nuzzling against his flank, mouth wandering too far down for his comfort—he has to cradle your face into the side of his neck to even temporarily sedate you, but even then your wiggling persists. He attempts to satiate you by jamming his thigh between your legs to allow you to grind against him, but if anything the stimulation only works you up even more. 

“Is it time for more?” Your question is so saccharine his teeth ache at the thought of biting into something so sugary. 

“Not yet, baby, you need to rest first,” he gently reminds. 

“No, it’s okay, I’m ready.”

He chuckles. “No you’re not.” 

You attempt to look up at him but he refuses to let you rip your face free from his neck, so instead your hips begin to rock more violently. Naked clit sliding along the fabric of his joggers, he can smell the wetness. Brine and cum, flowers and blood—his growl emanates low in his chest. 

“But I want you. I want- I want everything, Si,” you whine. 

“Everything?” 

“You, and—oh everything. Your babies, I wanna- I just- it’s too much, I just need it, I know I do.” 

Electricity shoots through his brain at that. Your babies. Everything short circuits as your hips continue to rock and grind, stomach dangerously close to the growing desire separated only by the cotton of his trousers. His knot is still angry—frustrated at being ignored—but your talking has him riled up again. 

“You don’t want that, baby, that’s just the hormones talkin,” he murmurs. 

“Yes I do,” you huff with a challenge. “I can… smell it. It’s so strong. You. Your scent. Fuck, it’s so good. My alpha. My alpha, and I’m your omega, you said it! You said it! You can smell it too.” 

He can’t tell what’s worse—your rambling or the fact it’s making so much sense. Puzzle pieces falling together, intersecting lines pulling taut, dragging him towards this fantasy. Images of you, plump and round with his kids haunts his mind and he finds his heart freezing at the thought because fuck why does that sound so good? So delicious? 

“My alpha… my mate… want you to fill me up, wanna have your babies, wanna—oh—be all yours a-and… f-fuck…” 

Legs tightening around his thigh, fingers digging into his arms—your orgasm catches him off guard as your hips stutter to a stop. Though your words are now lost, Simon feels them echoing around in his skull, bouncing off the bone and burrowing straight through the grey matter of his brain. It’s a dangerous seed. Quick to germinate and root until all rational thought is snuffed out. 

His only saving grace is that you’re riding out your high and melting in his arms, temporarily satiating you. Holding you closer, he takes a deep breath with his nose pressed against the top of your head while he attempts to ignore the sticky parchedness of his canines. 

“Try to get some sleep, baby,” he urges before you can regain your energy again. 

You grumble against his throat. “I’m not tired.” 

“If you get some rest, I’ll knot you properly when you wake up.” 

At that, you perk. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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[idyllwave]

what you lack is a future

yandere!phainon x reader , angst , loss , death , 30 million cycles , etc.

Out of thirty million cycles, you only existed in one.

You were like a blip. A tiny scratch mark of erasable pencil lead on a large canvas. Someone, somehow, somewhere accidentally written you into existence. How that was possible, Phainon wasn’t sure. But you existed. He knew because he remembered.

It was the 3141592nd cycle. And when he was just about to be at his lowest point, you had walked up to him. He expected you to ask for his help like many others had, but instead you had sat with him silently and rested a gentle hand onto his shoulder. He didn’t know how long he sat with you, but it was long enough that it waned to late evening.

“Thank you,” he hated how weak his voice sounded, how tired he seemed.

“Anytime.”

He looked at you then, memorized your features, noted the way your smile curved. He didn’t know that he was asking your name before the words left his lips.

You laughed and gave him your name. Your eyes crinkling at the corners as you let your hand fall from his shoulder.

He learned a lot about you after that. It wasn’t until night had fallen that you two parted ways. Though, you did get him to promise to come to you if he ever had that terrible feeling well up inside him again.

However, like clockwork, no matter how many days and weeks he spent with you laughing and having fun – the cycle had went on and you had died in his arms. He didn’t know if your death was peaceful, or quiet, or if you had called out to him. All that he did know was that you were already dead by the time he pulled you into his arms and pressed you close to his chest.

He promised to find you in the next cycle.

But even as the cycles marched on you were no where in sight. You didn’t exist anywhere or to anyone. The moment your name would fall from his lips no one would know who he was talking about. Not even Aglaea or Tribbie could place your name.

Thirty million cycles and you only existed in one. Were you a saving grace to make sure he stayed sane and didn’t lose hope? A mistake? An accident? Was he doing something differently that was stopping you from coming to existence?

“Stop pushing Stelle! I know we landed in different places, but I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He sighed and plastered on a smile. Both Dan Heng and Stelle had mentioned that they were missing a third.

“Phainon,” Stelle called out, “we found them!”

When he turned, he was fully prepared to introduce himself, shake their hand, give soft pleasantries, but … the moment he saw you – everything just sort of stopped.

“Hello… Phainon, right? I’m sorry we couldn’t meet earlier, the train car we came in broke apart and I ended up landing elsewhere… Though, I do want to thank you for looking after Stelle and Dan Heng. I wouldn’t know what to do if they got into even more trouble.”

You laughed to yourself as you held out your hand for him to take, and it was starting to get silent and awkward fast when Phainon didn’t make a move to take your hand. Instead, he was eerily quiet. His eyes widened and his lips parted in a smile.

“Phainon?”

“Sorry,” he breathed out, “I got lost in thought,” he took your hand with both of his. His palms pressing hard and his grip a little too tight, “it’s wonderful to meet you. And since you just got here, why don’t I show you around?”

You looked to your friends and neither seemed to mind (well, except for Dan Heng who still seemed weary).

“Sure! Sounds like fun.”

Phainon couldn’t wait to get to know you all over again, and this time, he will make sure you don’t disappear even if another cycle were to begin.

[inprogresspokemon]

#007.5 - A scarce sight in the wild, Squirtle can be found around small ponds, lakes, and secluded islands where the water is pure and unpolluted. Their shell is soft when born, but hardens soon after birth, providing a mobile shelter in times of need. Squirtle can even attack while in their shell by shooting out a spray of water from their mouth. As these Pokemon mature, they begin to sprout delicate ears, which help them maintain balance while swimming quickly. Once they start to venture into deeper waters, the tightly packed fur in their tails separates and grows longer, which allows maturing Squirtle to store air into the rich fur for extended dives.

#008.5 - Wartortle are viewed as symbols of old age and longevity, and legends exist of certain individuals said to have lived for over a millennia without evolving. As Wartortle age, they are instinctively driven to bulk up in preparation for the water cannons that develop inside their shells. The extra weight will one day help them withstand the recoil of the powerful water jets that can be fired, though the cannons are still growing internally and can only spray water at a very low pressure. As the jets develop, maturing Wartortle will shed the now-unnecessary fur on their ears and tails. In a pinch, they will still withdraw inside their protective shell.

Named: Squirtle - Spratle - Wartortle - Terrapond - Blastoise ⓘ

#009 Mega - When paired with Blastoisinite and a Trainer they truly trust, Blastoise are able to undergo the phenomenon called Mega Evolution. The energy from this process supercharges Blastoise’s shell and cannons, causing a new, huge mega launcher to appear. The single cannon is as powerful as a tank gun, and boasts a blast range so great that it can strike targets more than six miles away! To withstand the cannon’s additional weight and recoil, Mega Blastoise’s legs and back become increasingly tough and sturdy, increasing this Pokemon’s defenses.

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[novelistwriter]

Twin Returned... kinda

DP x DC Prompt

Danyal and Damian are twins, and both want to live up to the expectations of their grandfather. Yet Danyal is always falling behind in requirements that Ra's sets. Danyal is scared, but doesn't show it out in the open, on what his grandfather would do with him if he fails too many times.

He got his answer when Ra's had killed him, but not in any slow and painful way. Ra's had killed him quickly by cutting off his head without hesitation when he had failed again. Ra's even left the room as if nothing had happened, leaving Talia and Damian in the room with Danyal's body and head.

Both of them had made sure that Ra's wasn't in the Lazarus Pit chamber before trying to resurrect Danyal, Talia having sewn Danyal's head back on to the best of her ability, Damian wasn't fight to keep his tears back like his mother. Alas, Danyal's body was consumed by the Lazarus Pit, leaving behind a grieving Mother and a twin without his other half.

Danyal was healed and revived by the Lazarus Pit, but was taken to the Infinite Realms and placed in the Fentons basement when they tried turning on the portal prematurely. Danyal has trouble speaking, as his vocal cords are still healing, the Lazarus Pit couldn't fully heal them, but he has gained some advanced healing after becoming a Liminal because of the revival, and his death scar is something he doesn't want to show, so he hides it as best he can.

Almost all of the Danny Phantom Canon happens, except Danyal is distant, quiet, and not trying to make friends. He just wants to return to Dami's side and feel his mother's embrace one more time. It's only until the Disasteroid comes that has a different outcome.

Danyal was pulled from the world, being in Clockwork's tower. He was told that all of the people in that world are meant to die by the Disasteroid, and if their deaths are prevented, the timelines of multiple realities will collapse. Danyal is not meant to die, as he is needed to grow up and become the Ghost King since he inherited the title after he beat Pariah.

Danyal is going to miss Jazz, as he grew to like her, but is still happy that he finally gets to be by his twins' side again. He didn't hear that there might be a side effect of his form undergoing an alteration that'll stick for a long while. Hence why he's currently in the Lazarus Pit that he was put in by his mother and twin. He hasn't surfaced because something is keeping him in it while his body is painfully morphing into a mythological creature known as a Hydra.

Damian is not happy to be brought back to the Lazarus Pit that had taken his twin from him, nor is he happy to see the man that had killed him. Ra's had captured Damian, looking to transfer his soul into his heir. Talia had defected and taken quite a few assassins with her to start a League of Shadows instead. Danyal's death caused the woman to drop Damian off to his father and begin preparations for taking down her father. Both of them had agreed to keep Danyal a secret, as they wanted to spare Bruce the heartache over losing a son he never met.

Just as the Ritual was about to be completed, the Bats and Talia had finally broken in after dealing with the Assassins. Yet it wasn't any of them that stopped the Ritual. It was the big Hydra that burst out of the Lazarus Pit and, upon seeing Ra's, devoured the man (Danyal is gonna regurgitate the bones of his grandfather later when he realizes what he did). With the magic gone, Damian is free, but he's having a stared down with the Hydra. Before anyone could do something, the Hydra telepathically speaks in a raspy voice that's all too familiar to Damian and Talia.

"Dami... I am... happy to... see you again"

[michhawk]

I Yield

(Beach Section Part 1) Ex - (G)-IDLE Soojin x male reader smut

Tags: Cunnilingus, Body Worship | Words: 1,9k

I yield.

That is the only thought that came across your mind when you see her.

Soojin, with all its beauty and glory, standing there with you in the room, just the two of you.

Can you feel all the excitement? The anxious feeling you must be familiar with knowing that the only thing stopping you from indulging yourself of her is some flirtatious words and maybe some foreplay.

“Hey, are you just going to stare?” Soojin asks, snapping you of your imagination.

“Is he nervous? Alright, let’s do something to loosen him up, after him.”Soojin thinks to herself.

Get your mind together, you got ONE shot at this!

You brace yourself and you walk closer towards Soojin. Your heart can’t seem to be calmer, you think by how loud the sound your heartbeat makes, Soojin might heard it. In truth, Soojin can see it all over your face, Soojin just finds it cute as she throws a little smirk.

You close your distance with her and pull her into a hug. You can get a good a feeling of her slim body. Her back, her waist, and especially her soft cute ass. Soojin can tell your intention, and she tries to get a good feeling about it.

“Mh-hmm,” Soojin murmur as the result of you squeezing her ass. You take it as a good sign, a sign of acceptance, a sign to keep going.

Soojin’s hands are not idle as she does the same squeezing your ass and slapping it.

*SMACK*

“Ugh,” you grunt. Yes, now you are sure Soojin does not wish to wait around.

Soojin then goes to wrap one of her arms around your neck, pulling you into a kiss. The kiss contains a lot of passion. You can understand Soojin’s feeling that she wishes this to happen the first time you and her inside this room.

You put your mouth to hers and begin kissing her. Putting out your tongue, so does she. You both continue exchanging saliva, feeling each other presence in the moment.

For a good minute, you and Soojin continue to touch around each other, feel the heat continue to build up around each other. Your hand keeps switching between squeezing her ass and brushing her pussy through her underwear.

Soojin squirms every time she feels your hand playing with her pussy. Each time your hand squeezing her ass, Soojin feels hornier and thus making the kiss hotter.

After some more touching, she pulls out from the kiss.

“That was nice, how about we continue on the bed?” Soojin asks. You can see Soojin’s face is red fill of excitement and eagerness. And in Soojin’s mind she can only think about sex.

You and Soojin walk to the bed in the room. You both sat down and just stare at each other for a moment. You can feel it in the air, the pent-up emotion to just jump on her and go wild. But you know you need to do a proper preparation to fully satisfy her.

Thus, you begin pulling her by the chin closer to you for another kiss. Then you go to kiss her cheek and slowly moving towards her ear. While doing so, you use one of your hands to fondle her tits and your other hands to untie her bra.

Soojin is letting out heavy breath because of the feeling of your touch on her tits. While the feeling is certainly captivating, she also wants to do some work on you. Using her hands, she strokes your now erect cock through your boxer.

“Mmm, so hard for me, eh?” Soojin ask with her sultry voice.

You hear what Soojin says, but you choose to not answer her verbally. Instead, you choose to show her how horny she makes you feel right now.

You start by moving your kiss to her neck area, giving her some love bites while at it as well. By doing so, you hear Soojin’s gasp, a sign you do something right. Then you go on to kiss your way downward to her now expose tits.

Soojin closes her eyes, just feeling everything you do to her body. Occasionally she imagining how you will take her through this session. Feeling your mouth on her tits, she lets out a gasp and occasional moan. She can feel herself lost in her own thoughts, and when she realizes, she is already laying on the bed, one hand playing with her nipple and the other is on your head trying to tell you to keep going.

You really like nibbling on her tits. Sometimes you give her nipple and her chest a lick to show your appreciation of her body. You can feel her hand on your head, gripping your hair slightly.

While Soojin is playing with her nipple, you continue licking her chest and her side boob. You also use your free hand to play with her pussy, rubbing it through the cloth. Every time you take a small bite around her chest, you can feel her hips goes up and down trying to rub her pussy to your hand.

Soojin still letting you do your things; she only lets out occasional moan telling you to keep up with your work. She also feels your tongue quite active in terms of pleasuring her. Soojin then open her eyes slightly to see that you lift her left hand up showing her armpit. She feels a little self-conscious but curious on your next action.

You want to show Soojin, how grateful you are to have her here right now. You want to show how lucky you are to have her, laying on her back right now. What you do after lifting her hand is something Soojin never expects.

After putting out your tongue to lick her side boob, you slowly move your head towards her arm. While still licking her, you continue to move your head closer to her armpit.

Once you arrive, you take a whiff before you go on to lick her armpit furiously.

Soojin gasp and moan by your sudden aggression, she never expects such act to be shown by people like you.

“Isn’t it kind of sweaty? How is he liking it?” Soojin thinks to herself.

But those thoughts don’t linger long, because your finger does not want to lose on the aggression itself. Soojin lets a heavy sigh feeling your finger trying to penetrate her pussy through the fabric cloth. Soojin closes her eyes again, feeling your enthusiasm on her armpit as well as your skilled hand work on her pussy.

After you feel enough on her armpit, you move your attention towards her pussy.

Your hand that was on her underwear doesn’t feel dry, meaning Soojin is turn on enough. Thus, you go ahead and move your head towards her pussy, by licking her tummy all the way to her thighs area.

Soojin opens her eyes, to see how you will take the next step “worshipping” her.

She sees you caressing her thighs. Opening the way to her pussy slowly. But you don’t go to her pussy yet.

Instead, you linger on her thighs. Licking it and kissing it.

Soojin sees your action and only lets out a small moan each time you get your mouth close to her pussy entrance. At this point, she can tell you are not someone who is just thinking about pleasuring themselves, someone who is selfish. She can see how caring you can be.

While you are busy licking and kissing her thighs, you can also hear her whimpers every time you get close to her pussy.

Without wasting anymore time, you latch your mouth to her clothed pussy. You don’t want to take it off yet, just a little more to tease her. Soon she will feel irritated and will force you to go and claim her pussy.

Soojin gasp by your sudden movement to her pussy. Even though she still wears her underwear, she can feel your wet tongue trying to eat her. She doesn’t have time to take a second to think about how you should go on, at this moment she is lost in her own mind seeking only pleasure.

After a few seconds enjoying yourself between her thighs, it is time to get a bit more serious.

You go ahead and pull her underwear, revealing her dripping wet pussy. Looking at it can make anyone hungry, and you are no exception.

After you come back to your senses, you instantly latch your mouth to her pussy. Now without any obstacle, you can freely explore her most erogenous part. You can say that she has that tangy taste to her pussy juice. You like it.

Soojin can’t seem to get a break from constant moaning and gasping due to your aggressive behaviour.

And now that your mouth and her pussy is truly connected, Soojin can’t seem to think straight anymore. She can feel your tongue exploring her insides, sometimes flicking her g-spot causing her hips to buckle up.

You are enjoying this moment full of lust and desire to taste her.

You notice her reaction when you put your lips on her clit, or when you lick her sensitive spot inside her pussy. Because of that you continue in pleasuring her, by hitting those sensitive spots to trigger more reaction of her.

Soojin’s mind can only focus on one thing and that is to reach her orgasm.

With you focus on working her pussy using your mouth, Soojin uses one of her hands to pinch and play with her nipples while the other gripping your hair to give you a signal that she wants to cum.

You can tell by her hand gripping your hair getting harder, and her hips constantly pushing her pussy to your mouth, Soojin is close to cumming.

With that you speed up your work, switching between licking and sucking her clit, to furiously licking inside her pussy.

Soojin can’t hold it anymore, she grips your hair harder, almost feels like she is trying to pull your hair.

“Auuh, I am CUMMING!” she exclaims.

Soojin reach her first climax of the night, her body tense up and quiver riding through that feeling.

Soojin heart beats real fast, and she can feel it. This is what she has been waiting when you and her step into this room. And you deliver.

You suck up her pussy juice, tasting the result of your passionate work throughout her body so far. My, it tastes so good.

You enjoy licking her pussy before lifting yourself up to see that Soojin still laying in trance after cumming.

“Hey, earth to Soojin?” you ask with a non-serious tone.

“I admit, you are good with your tongue.” Soojin replies with ragged breath.

Soojin is placing one of her hands over her eyes, she still trying to get her mind together.

“When you lick my armpit, is that your fetish?” Soojin ask still with her uneven breathing, just trying to make a small talk.

“I guess…” You say back with a low tone voice, while moving closer besides her.

When Soojin removes her hand from her eyes, she sees you laying besides her, with the looks of waiting for her to get ready for the next step.

Soojin pulls you for another kiss, this time it is slightly softer than before, as she is trying to regain her focus.

While kissing you, Soojin use one of her hands to reach into your boxer to stroke your cock.

You know that the session is still not over, you have not got your fair share of pleasure, well besides licking her body.   

But for now, the thoughts of making her your woman will have to wait. You may feel overwhelmed, but by doing what you can do best will eventually lessen the burden you put yourself into conquering the problem.

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Author's Note: THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE OF THE PREVIOUS WORK, IT WAS MY FIRST EVER SMUT, AND NEVER EXPECT THAT MUCH ATTRACTION.

Anyway, this one is a draft i had beside the previous work, hope you guys like it, yet this is not over, as there supposed to be part two!!!!!

STAY TUNED!

[velvetvisionsaurora]

Alpha ATEEZ x Assistant Omega Reader

Warnings: omega reader, alpha ateez, scenting, heats, ruts, slow burn, eventual smut, forced command, more to come!

When Y/n accepts a position as assistant to alpha K-pop group ATEEZ, she's prepared with professional skills and scent blockers to hide her omega status. What she's not prepared for is the immediate, inexplicable connection she feels with all eight members—a resonance that defies her careful boundaries.

As Y/n becomes eerily attuned to their needs, her suppressed omega nature begins to emerge: purring for the first time in years, responding to alpha growls, feeling safe in ways she never has before. When a protective incident reveals the depth of the members' attachment to her, Y/n must confront the possibility that what binds them together is something ancient and profound.

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Chapter 21: Pack Cardio

The moment Yeosang's door closed upstairs, the living room fell into an awkward silence broken only by the sound of Wooyoung dramatically throwing himself back onto the couch.

"Well," he announced to the ceiling, "that escalated quickly."

"Wooyoung," Seonghwa warned from the kitchen doorway, though his own nostrils were flaring slightly as the combined scents of aroused omega and claiming alpha began to drift through the house.

"What? I'm just saying! One minute they're having a nice literary afternoon, the next minute our quiet little Yeosang is going full possessive alpha and dragging our mate upstairs like—"

"Like what?" San asked, appearing from the direction of the stairs looking slightly dazed. His enhanced alpha hearing had clearly picked up more than he bargained for.

"Like a romance novel hero!" Wooyoung finished dramatically. "I'm so proud. Our little bookworm finally grew some claws!"

A muffled sound from upstairs made all four alphas in the living room freeze. Hongjoong, who had been trying to read emails on his phone, closed his eyes and took a deliberately slow breath.

"This is fine," he muttered to himself. "This is completely normal. Mates. In our house. Being... mated."

"Is anyone else finding it very hard to concentrate right now?" Jongho asked quietly, his voice strained as he gripped the arm of his chair.

"The scent," Yunho said from where he'd appeared in the doorway, his eyes slightly unfocused. "It's... intense."

Wooyoung sat up suddenly, sniffing the air with exaggerated movements. "Oh my GOD, you're right. It's like... happiness and jasmine and— satisfied omega."

"Wooyoung!" Seonghwa hissed, though his own control was clearly being tested as he unconsciously moved closer to the stairs.

"I'm just appreciating the experience!" Wooyoung defended. "This is educational! Scientific! I'm learning about pack dynamics!"

Another sound from upstairs—definitely your voice this time—made Mingi appear from the kitchen looking like he'd been punched. "I'm going for a run," he announced abruptly.

"Good idea," Hongjoong said immediately. "Long run. Very long run."

"I'll come with you," San added quickly, already heading for the door.

"Make that four," Yunho called, following them. "Y/n is becoming incredibly valuable to our cardio."

Wooyoung watched four of his packmates flee the house before turning to the remaining alphas with theatrical despair. "Am I the only one with any self-control here? Any emotional maturity? Any—OH HOLY MOLY THAT WAS LOUD."

He promptly buried his face in a couch cushion.

"That's it," Seonghwa announced, his composed facade finally cracking. "I'm going to meditate. Very intensely. With noise-canceling headphones."

"Can I join your meditation session?" Jongho asked hopefully.

"Absolutely not. Find your own coping mechanism."

As Seonghwa stalked toward his room, Jongho looked around the now mostly empty living room before grabbing the TV remote with grim determination.

"Action movies," he muttered to himself. "Very loud action movies. With explosions."

Wooyoung lifted his head from the cushion long enough to give him a thumbs up. "Good strategy. I'm going to lie here and contemplate the cruel irony of being surrounded by my mate's happiness while being unable to participate."

"You could go for a run too," Jongho suggested, turning the volume up considerably.

"And miss this?" Wooyoung gestured wildly toward the ceiling. "The mating habits of bookish alphas in their natural environment!"

"You're insane."

"I'm INVESTED in their relationship success!" Wooyoung declared, then immediately dove back into the cushions as another particularly clear sound drifted down. "But maybe also a little dead inside."

The opening explosions of Jongho's action movie filled the air, providing blessed auditory cover for whatever was happening upstairs. Both remaining alphas settled in for what was clearly going to be a very long evening of aggressive distraction techniques.

"Next time," Wooyoung said conversationally, his voice muffled by the cushion, "I'm investing in better soundproofing. For my mental health."

"Next time," Jongho replied, eyes fixed determinedly on the screen, "we're installing a separate wing for private time."

"With industrial-grade ventilation systems."

"And really, really loud ceiling fans."

Another explosion from the TV masked whatever response they might have heard from upstairs, and both alphas silently agreed that action movies would be their new favorite genre.

*****

Yeosang held you against his chest as the aftershocks faded, his hands gently smoothing over your bare back, breath syncing with yours as your heartbeat slowed. He brushed damp hair from your forehead and pressed a kiss there, lingering.

"Are you alright?" he whispered, voice worry-soft but full of awe, his thumb tracing slow, grounding circles along your spine.

"Mmm. Never better," you murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder, boneless and utterly safe. You could feel the smile against your hair as Yeosang wrapped both arms around you, cocooning you in warmth and careful strength.

He stayed quiet for a long moment, simply holding you close, his scent mingled with yours in the cool darkness. Then, softer still: "You're incredible. You know that, right?"

You managed a sleepy smile. "Only because you see me that way."

He let out a quiet laugh, so affectionate it warmed you from the inside out. "No—because that's exactly what you are. I… I've never felt this close to anyone."

You looked up, caught his gaze, and felt your heart stutter at the vulnerability there. "Me neither. I like… being yours, Yeosang."

His breath caught, the words hitting him somewhere deep. He answered with another gentle kiss, tender and slow, before tucking you back beneath the covers. "Rest, angel. I've got you."

You yawned, drifting as his fingers stroked lazy shapes along your skin. "Stay?"

"Always," he promised. And he did, until your eyelids fluttered shut, your breathing deep and soft, finally lulled to sleep in his arms.

Yeosang lay there a little longer, just listening to your quiet breaths, his hand protectively spanning your waist.

After a while, he slipped from the bed, dressing quietly. He hesitated in the soft light, smiling over your sleeping form—so peaceful, so wholly his. Then, padding softly down the hallway, he made his way to the kitchen, mind still humming with the memory of your touch, your scent, and the words you'd let him claim.

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The living room was still glowing with the blue light of Jongho's action movie when Yeosang descended the stairs, though the volume had been mercifully lowered. Wooyoung was sprawled across one end of the couch, no longer hiding behind cushions but instead lounging with the satisfied air of someone who had thoroughly enjoyed the evening's entertainment. Jongho sat rigidly upright in his chair, determinedly focused on the screen where explosions continued to light up the night.

Both alphas' heads turned immediately when Yeosang appeared, their enhanced senses picking up the combined scents that clung to him—satisfaction, contentment, and the unmistakable proof of a thoroughly claimed omega.

Wooyoung's face immediately split into the most delighted grin Yeosang had ever seen.

"Well, well, well," Wooyoung practically purred, sitting up with theatrical slowness. "Look who's finally emerged from his literary den of passion."

Yeosang paused halfway to the kitchen, color rising to his cheeks as he realized there was no hiding what had transpired upstairs. "Wooyoung—"

"Oh no, don't 'Wooyoung' me," he interrupted with a dramatic wave of his hand. "I am LIVING for this character development. Quiet, bookish Yeosang discovers his inner alpha and claims his mate with such enthusiasm that half our pack fled the premises in terror."

Jongho made a strangled sound that might have been a laugh or a cry for help, his face turning steadily redder as he kept his eyes glued to the TV screen.

"You should be proud!" Wooyoung continued, hopping up from the couch to follow Yeosang into the kitchen. "I mean, the passion! The intensity! The way you just growled at me and dragged her upstairs like some kind of—"

"Please stop talking," Jongho called from the living room, his voice slightly higher than usual.

"Like some kind of romance novel alpha!" Wooyoung finished triumphantly, completely ignoring Jongho's plea. "I'm getting secondhand satisfaction just from witnessing your happiness. It's beautiful. Inspiring."

Yeosang had reached the refrigerator and was pulling out a bottle of water with hands that were definitely not shaking. "I just came down for water."

"Water," Wooyoung repeated with obvious amusement. "Yes, hydration is very important after such... vigorous literary discussions."

"Oh my god," came Jongho's mortified voice from the other room.

"What? I'm being supportive!" Wooyoung called back before turning his attention back to Yeosang, who was drinking water with the focused concentration of someone trying very hard to ignore the conversation happening around him.

"So," Wooyoung continued conversationally, hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter, "on a scale of one to ten, how completely ruined are you for anyone else? Because honestly, the scent of satisfied omega has been driving us all absolutely feral, and I'm just wondering if we should prepare for more emergency runs in the future."

Yeosang nearly choked on his water. "Wooyoung!"

"I'm asking the important questions! For pack management purposes! Seonghwa would want to know these things for schedule planning!"

Before Yeosang could formulate a response to that particular brand of logic, the front door opened and four very windswept alphas stumbled inside, clearly having run much further and harder than any sane person would on a casual evening jog.

Mingi collapsed against the door frame, Hongjoong on the couch, breathing hard. San bent over with his hands on his knees, while Yunho leaned against the wall looking like he'd just finished a marathon.

"Did we run enough?" Yunho panted. "Please tell me we ran enough."

Wooyoung leaned around the kitchen doorway to survey the returning runners with obvious delight. "Judging by the fact that you all look like you've been fleeing a natural disaster, I'd say you ran the appropriate amount."

"Is it safe?" San asked between breaths. "Are they... done?"

"Our darling Yeosang just came down for water," Wooyoung reported cheerfully. "Looking thoroughly satisfied and glowing with post-coital bliss. So yes, I'd say the immediate crisis has passed."

Hongjoong, who had maintained his composure better than the other three runners, straightened and fixed Wooyoung with a look. "Where's Y/n?"

"Sleeping peacefully upstairs," Yeosang answered quietly, his voice carrying a note of possessive satisfaction that made all the alphas in the room shift uncomfortably. "In my bed."

"Right," Hongjoong said, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Okay. We need to... we need to figure something out. Because if every individual bonding session is going to affect the pack this intensely, we're all going to lose our minds."

"Agreed," Seonghwa's voice came from the stairs as he descended, looking like he'd just emerged from the most stressful meditation session of his life. "I could hear everything even with noise-canceling headphones."

"See?" Wooyoung said, gesturing broadly. "This is what I mean about the soundproofing. It's a real issue."

"It's not just the sound," Mingi said, finally catching his breath enough to speak properly. "It's the scent. The... energy. It's like the house itself was vibrating with satisfaction."

"Very poetic," Wooyoung observed.

Hongjoong looked around at his pack—exhausted from running, frazzled from failed meditation, and generally looking like they'd all been through some kind of ordeal—and made a decision.

"This can't continue," he said firmly. "We need a better solution than half the pack fleeing the house every time two of us are intimate."

"Actually," Wooyoung said, suddenly sitting up straighter with an expression that suggested he'd just had a revelation, "I have an idea."

"Oh no," Jongho muttered from the living room.

"No, hear me out," Wooyoung continued, hopping down from the counter with renewed energy. "The problem isn't that they're being intimate. The problem is that we're not bonded enough to handle it properly."

"What do you mean?" Seonghwa asked, though his tone suggested he suspected where this was going.

"I mean," Wooyoung said, spreading his arms as if the solution was obvious, "we complete the bond. All of us. Full mating claim."

The silence that followed was deafening.

"Think about it," Wooyoung continued, apparently taking their stunned silence as encouragement. "Right now, we're all partially bonded but not claimed. So when two people are intimate, the rest of us feel left out, possessive, confused. But if we all have an equal claim, if we're all fully mated, then instead of feeling excluded, we'd feel... included. Like their happiness is our happiness."

"That's..." Yunho started, then stopped, clearly working through the logic.

"That's actually not completely insane," Hongjoong finished, sounding surprised.

"See?" Wooyoung beamed. "I have my moments of brilliance. We just need to make it official. Full pack bond, complete mating claim. Then instead of running away when two of us are together, we can all just bask in the collective satisfaction like a proper pack."

"You're suggesting we all mate with her," San said slowly, as if making sure he understood correctly.

"I'm suggesting we formalize what's already happening," Wooyoung corrected. "We're already her mates. The bonds are already there. We just need to make it official so our alphas stop freaking out every time someone else gets lucky."

Yeosang, who had been quietly listening to this entire exchange while leaning against the kitchen counter, finally spoke up. "She'd have to agree to it."

"Well, obviously," Wooyoung said with a dismissive wave. "We're not cavemen. But considering how happy she looked being thoroughly claimed by you tonight, I'm thinking she might be amenable to the idea."

"This is a huge decision," Hongjoong said seriously. "A full pack mating bond is... permanent. Life-changing. We can't just spring it on her because we're having trouble with jealousy."

"True," Wooyoung agreed. "But we also can't keep pretending this is a temporary arrangement. She's not going anywhere, we're not going anywhere, and our alphas are only going to get more possessive as time goes on. Better to deal with it properly now than wait until someone actually loses their mind."

The logic was sound, even if it was coming from Wooyoung in his typical dramatic fashion. Around the room, you could see the others processing the idea, weighing the implications.

"It would solve the territorial issues," Yunho said thoughtfully.

"And the scent confusion," Mingi added.

"Plus," Wooyoung said with a grin, "think of how happy she'd be. Eight alphas all officially, completely devoted to her happiness and satisfaction. What omega wouldn't want that?"

"We'd need to discuss it with her properly," Seonghwa said, his practical mind already working through the logistics. "Make sure she understands what it means, what we're offering."

"And that she wants it," Hongjoong added firmly. "This only works if everyone is completely willing."

"Oh, she wants it," Wooyoung said with complete confidence. "Trust me. I have excellent instincts about these things."

"Your instincts once told you that putting pineapple on pizza was a good idea," Jongho called from the living room.

"That was completely different!" Wooyoung protested. "And pineapple pizza is delicious! Don't change the subject!"

Despite the teasing, the idea was taking root. You could see it in their faces—the possibility of finally formalizing what they all felt, of creating a bond that would make sense of the complex emotions and territorial instincts they'd been struggling with.

"So," Hongjoong said slowly, "we talk to her. All of us. Make sure she understands what we're offering and what it would mean."

"And if she says yes?" San asked.

Hongjoong looked around at his pack—exhausted, confused, but unified in their love for you and their desire to build something lasting together.

"If she says yes," he said finally, "then we give her everything. Complete devotion, full claim, the kind of bond that legends are made of."

"Perfect," Wooyoung said with satisfaction. "Operation Claim Our Omega is officially a go."

"We are not calling it that," Seonghwa said immediately.

"Operation Formalize Our Feelings?"

"No."

"The Great Mating Initiative?"

"Absolutely not."

"Fine," Wooyoung sighed dramatically. "But when this works and we're all blissfully happy and properly bonded, I want full credit for the brilliant idea."

"You'll get credit," Hongjoong assured him with a small smile. "Assuming she says yes."

"She'll say yes," Wooyoung said with complete confidence. "Trust me. I know our omega. She wants this just as much as we do."

Looking around the room at seven alphas who were all nodding in agreement, Yeosang couldn't help but think that Wooyoung might actually be right for once. The bond was already there—they just needed to make it official.

And judging by the way you'd responded to him tonight, the way you'd surrendered so completely to being claimed and cherished, he had a feeling you'd be more than ready to take that final step with all of them.

"Tomorrow," Hongjoong decided. "We talk to her tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," the others agreed, and for the first time all evening, the house felt peaceful again—filled with anticipation rather than frustration, hope rather than confusion.

Tomorrow, they'd offer you everything. And hopefully, you'd say yes.

——

After the pack meeting concluded, Yeosang had quietly made his way back upstairs, his heart full of anticipation for what tomorrow might bring. The house had finally settled into peaceful quiet, the earlier chaos replaced by hopeful planning and shared understanding.

He slipped back into his room to find you exactly as he'd left you—curled up in his bed, breathing softly, looking utterly content in the cocoon of his sheets that now smelled like both of you. The sight made something warm and possessive unfurl in his chest.

Carefully, so as not to wake you, Yeosang undressed and slid back under the covers, immediately pulling you against his chest. You stirred slightly, a soft sound of contentment escaping your lips as you instinctively nestled closer to his warmth.

"Yeosang?" you murmured sleepily, not quite awake but sensing his presence.

"I'm here," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. "Go back to sleep, angel."

You hummed in response, your arm sliding around his waist as you settled back into deep sleep. Yeosang lay there for a long time, just holding you, his mind drifting between memories of the evening and anticipation of the conversation they'd have with you tomorrow. Eventually, lulled by your steady breathing and the rightness of having you in his arms, he drifted off to sleep.

---

You woke slowly, consciousness returning gradually as you became aware of the warm body pressed against your back, the strong arm wrapped securely around your waist, and the familiar scent of bergamot and books that could only belong to Yeosang. A smile tugged at your lips as memories of the previous evening came flooding back—the bookstore, the ride home, the way he'd claimed you so thoroughly that you'd fallen asleep still trembling with satisfaction.

You were just beginning to stretch languidly in his arms when you became aware of another presence in the room. Opening your eyes fully, you found yourself staring directly into Wooyoung's bright, mischievous face. He was lying on his side on top of the covers, his head propped up on his hand, watching you with obvious delight.

The moment your eyes focused on him, his face split into the most ridiculous grin and he gave you a slow, exaggerated eyebrow wiggle that was so absurdly theatrical you couldn't help but burst into giggles.

"Good morning, Tulip," Wooyoung said cheerfully, his voice pitched just loud enough to wake the alpha behind you. "Sleep well? Dream of anything... educational?"

Behind you, Yeosang's arm tightened protectively around your waist as he was pulled from sleep by your laughter and Wooyoung's voice. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he realized what was happening.

"Wooyoung," Yeosang's voice was rough with sleep and exasperation, "what are you doing in my bed?"

"Technically, I'm on top of your bed, not in it," Wooyoung replied with mock seriousness. "Very important distinction. I'm respecting boundaries while also being adorably intrusive."

"How long have you been watching us sleep?" you asked, still giggling at his antics while trying to pull the sheet higher to maintain some modesty.

"Oh, only about ten minutes," Wooyoung said with a dismissive wave. "And I wasn't watching you sleep, I was waiting for you to wake up. Much less creepy."

"It's literally the same thing," Yeosang pointed out, though his tone had shifted from exasperation to fond amusement as your continued giggles made it impossible to stay truly annoyed.

"Semantics," Wooyoung dismissed airily. "The point is, I bring news! Important pack business! Time-sensitive information!"

"What time is it?" Yeosang asked, reaching blindly for his phone on the nightstand.

"Time for a pack meeting!" Wooyoung announced before Yeosang could find his phone. "Everyone's gathering downstairs to discuss very important matters that definitely cannot wait for you two to finish your post-coital cuddle session."

"Post-coital?" you repeated with a laugh, your cheeks flushing at his blunt terminology.

"Very fancy words for someone who couldn't spell 'sophisticated' last week," Yeosang observed dryly.

"Hey! I've been expanding my vocabulary!" Wooyoung protested. "Seonghwa gave me a word-a-day calendar. Very educational. Yesterday's word was 'perspicacious.'"

"Do you know what it means?" you asked with amusement.

"Having keen insight," Wooyoung replied promptly, then grinned. "And perspicaciously speaking, I can tell that you two had a very good time last night based on the way you're both glowing and the fact that your scents are so mixed together I can't tell where one ends and the other begins."

Yeosang made a sound that was half groan, half laugh. "You're impossible."

"Impossibly charming," Wooyoung corrected. "Now come on, pack meeting time! Everyone's waiting!"

"Can't the pack meeting wait until we're dressed?" you asked reasonably.

Wooyoung's grin turned absolutely wicked. "Clothing optional, actually. Very progressive of us, don't you think?"

"Absolutely not," Yeosang said immediately, his arm tightening around you possessively. "You can wait downstairs while we get dressed."

"But I'm comfortable here," Wooyoung whined, making himself more comfortable on the bed. "Besides, after last night's audio-visual experience, I think we're all past the point of being shy around each other."

"Audio-visual experience?" you squeaked, your face turning an even deeper shade of red.

"Oh yes," Wooyoung said with obvious delight. "The whole house got a very thorough education in the mating habits of of you two. Very informative. Jongho nearly had a heart attack."

"Oh my god," you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

"Don't be embarrassed!" Wooyoung said quickly, his tone shifting to something more genuinely reassuring. "It was beautiful! Inspiring! The scent of happy omega had us all practically floating on clouds of secondhand satisfaction!"

"That's not helping," Yeosang pointed out, though he was rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"I'm being supportive about your romantic success!"

"You're being a menace," Yeosang corrected, but his tone was fond. "Now get out so we can get dressed for this pack meeting."

"Fine, fine," Wooyoung sighed dramatically, rolling off the bed with exaggerated reluctance. "But first..."

Before either you or Yeosang could react, Wooyoung was leaning over you, his hand gently cupping your face as he pressed his lips to yours. What started as what you expected to be a playful peck transformed into something deeper, more intense. His mouth moved against yours with surprising tenderness, passionate yet reverent, as if he was pouring all of his affection for you into the contact.

Your head spun from the sudden shift, the unexpected intimacy making your heart race and your omega purr with delight. Without conscious thought, your hand reached up to fist in his shirt, trying to pull him closer, your omega instincts suddenly demanding more contact, more connection with this alpha who was kissing you like you were something precious.

"Wooyoung," you breathed against his lips, your voice carrying a note of need that made both alphas in the room go very still.

Wooyoung pulled back slowly, his eyes dark with desire but also filled with such tender affection it made your chest tight. "Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, his thumb stroking across your cheek before he straightened up.

Behind you, Yeosang's arm had tightened possessively around your waist, though his expression showed more understanding than jealousy as he watched the exchange.

"Now that," Wooyoung said with a satisfied grin, though his voice was slightly rougher than usual, "was a proper good morning. Much better than my eyebrow wiggle, don't you think?"

You could only stare at him, still slightly dazed from the kiss and the way your omega had responded so immediately to his touch.

"You're definitely a menace," Yeosang said, but there was warmth in his voice as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, grounding you.

"But I'm your menace," Wooyoung replied cheerfully, heading for the door. "Now seriously, get dressed. Important pack business waits for no one, not even thoroughly satisfied mates who've just been properly kissed."

He paused at the threshold to look back with a grin that was somehow both mischievous and genuinely happy.

"For what it's worth," he said, his voice losing some of its theatrical edge, "you two look really happy together. It's nice seeing our quiet alpha finally getting properly appreciated."

The genuine warmth in his words made your heart flutter, and you saw Yeosang's expression soften considerably.

"Thank you, Wooyoung," you said sincerely.

"Don't mention it. Now seriously, get dressed. Hongjoong's already on his second cup of coffee, which means he's reached maximum leader patience levels."

With that warning, Wooyoung disappeared down the hallway, his cheerful humming fading as he made his way back downstairs.

"He's absolutely insane," Yeosang said with a mixture of exasperation and affection.

"But he's our insane," you replied, turning in his arms to face him properly. "And he's right—we should probably get downstairs before Hongjoong reaches his limit."

"Probably," Yeosang agreed, though he made no move to let you go. Instead, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Good morning, by the way."

"Good morning," you replied with a smile that was pure contentment. "Last night was..."

"Perfect," he finished for you, his own smile soft and satisfied. "Absolutely perfect."

"Now come on," you said, reluctantly pulling away from his warmth. "Let's go see what this mysterious pack meeting is about."

As you both began the process of finding clothes and making yourselves presentable, you couldn't help but wonder what could be so important that it required an immediate pack meeting. But judging by Wooyoung's excitement and the way he'd talked about "important pack business," you had a feeling it was going to be something significant.

"Ready?" Yeosang asked, holding out his hand once you were both dressed.

"Ready," you confirmed, taking his hand and letting him lead you toward whatever awaited you downstairs.

Though judging by the butterflies in your stomach and the anticipation in Yeosang's eyes, you suspected your life was about to change in a very big way.

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DARK MATTER ―.✦ s.r. soft animal series ∘ part xi

pairing: spencer reid x fem!nurse!reader

summary: spencer belongs to this history, she’s still finding her place — but love, like dark matter, doesn’t need to be seen to hold everything together.

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff | w/c: 3.3k

tags/warnings: post-prison spencer, reader meets more members of the BAU (past & present!), rossi doing rich old man shit, reader feels like an outsider looking in, big relationship milestone, suggestive makeout at the beginning and implied/fade to black intimacy at the end but nothing super explicit, still 18+ MDNI

a/n: this one has some fun guest appearances from our fave BAU team members 🥳 and something big happens towards the end hehehe. also icymi, I shared some headcanons about soft animal reader & spencer last week. part 12 (the penultimate chapter AHHH) is coming next week. im a lil scared to post that one ngl…prepare yourselves for angst in advance lol

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The invitation arrived on a Monday, tucked inside a cream-colored envelope with the kind of dramatic embossing only someone like David Rossi would consider necessary. Both of our names graced the front and Spencer’s eyes lit up like Christmas morning when he opened it.

“‘You’re invited to a celebration of friendship, food, and fine wine at Chateau Rossi.’” He grinned as he read it, shaking his head. “He named his house. Of course he named his house.”

I laughed from the couch, legs tucked beneath me and a half-completed crossword puzzle in my lap. “What’s the party for?”

“I’m sure he has his reasons,” Spencer said, turning the card over like it might reveal more secrets. “It’s not a birthday or an anniversary or a retirement or anything. I think he’s just bored and rich.”

“Sounds about right.”

Spencer looked at me with a kind of boyish hope, a spark I didn’t see often but always loved when it surfaced. “Rossi said a bunch of old team members are all coming into town for it. Morgan, Hotch, Blake... everyone. It’ll be amazing.”

Something fluttered in my chest — mostly joy, but tinged with a touch of nerves. I kept my tone light. “You sure I won’t be crashing a BAU greatest hits reunion?”

He crossed the room in two steps and stood in front of me, hands warm on my shoulders. “I want you there. That’s the whole point. And I’m sure everyone else will be bringing their partners, too.”

I looked at him for a long moment, my lips curling into a soft smile. “Then we’ll go.”

—

Five days later, I stood in front of the mirror with the front of my deep green midi dress clutched in place. Spencer stood behind me, eyes focused. His knuckles grazed my lower back, feather-light, teasing the sensitive skin along my spine before catching the zipper between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss between my shoulder blades, and my breath caught in my throat.

“You’re moving awfully slow for someone who’s supposed to be zipping me up,” I murmured, eyes half-closed as I watched his reflection through heavy lashes.

He raised his gaze to meet to mine in the mirror, dark and playful, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “I’m just admiring you. Thoroughly.”

Turning slowly in his arms with my dress only half-zipped, I slid my hands up his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his crisp shirt. “Flattering me into social functions? That’s low, Dr. Reid.”

“Effective, though, right?” His voice was a husky murmur, his mouth hovering close enough to mine that I could taste the faint sweetness of his breath.

I answered by pulling him into a deep, slow kiss, one that unraveled my resolve with every brush of his lips, every gentle sweep of his tongue. Spencer’s hands tightened around my waist, fingers gripping me possessively as he pressed his hips into mine, drawing a soft gasp from my throat. My hands found their way beneath his jacket, gripping the smooth fabric of his shirt, tugging him even closer.

When we finally pulled apart, our breathing was uneven as I rested my forehead against his, our eyes closed as we steadied ourselves.

“We can’t. We’re already late,” I whispered softly.

He exhaled slowly, nodding with reluctant agreement as he reached around to pull my zipper up the rest of the way. “Then let’s go before we don’t.”

—

David Rossi’s mansion was every bit the chateau he claimed it to be — glowing lanterns in the trees, jazz filtering through the air, tables draped in white linens, fountains twinkling beside flower beds that probably each had their own landscaping teams. The whole thing looked like the opening scene of a very expensive movie.

Spencer held my hand tightly as we crossed the lawn.

“They’re all going to love you,” he said. “Just wait.”

He believed it. I tried to believe it too. The anxious knot in my stomach said otherwise, but I smiled and nodded. This meant something to him — returning to this circle, showing me off like a part of his present that could stand beside his past. I’d met some of them before, but never all at once — and never like this.

I wanted, desperately, to belong to all of it.

Garcia greeted me with a flourish and a kiss on both cheeks. “You made it! I was starting to worry you two were going to skip out and stay in bed all night.”

“Tempting,” Spencer murmured under his breath for only me to hear, squeezing my hand.

“Hi, Penelope,” I said, smiling. “This place is incredible.”

“Oh, Rossi doesn’t know how to do anything halfway,” she said, eyes twinkling as she began to pull me along with her. “Come on, there’s champagne and stuffed mushrooms and something with truffle oil I can’t pronounce.”

—

One of the former members of Spencer’s team, Alex Blake, approached me at the bar and introduced herself. “Spencer told me you’re a nurse at Millburn. That’s vital work — thank you for doing it. Correctional healthcare doesn’t get nearly the attention it deserves.”

I blinked at her, surprised and touched by the comment. “Thank you,” I said. “That… really means a lot.”

For the first hour, it was easy. We sipped champagne under the lights. Penelope made me laugh. Alex asked smart questions. Luke and Tara and Matt were nice, too. Spencer stayed close, his hand constantly brushing mine or curling lightly around my waist. He was so clearly happy to be here and to have me here with him that it made something in my chest ache in the best way.

But then the night deepened. Conversations shifted. Circles formed.

I watched Spencer drift naturally between pockets of conversation. He looked like a younger, happier version of the man I knew, catching up with Derek Morgan and Aaron Hotchner, laughing loudly at something Tara said, hugging Emily with a kind of familiarity that came from war zones and grief and saving lives together. He slid so easily into that past — like muscle memory, the kind built from years of trust and friendship. Still, it kind of sucked that I couldn’t totally slide in alongside him.

I didn’t mind — not at first. I picked at a small plate of food, wandered the edge of the garden, refilled my drink. But slowly, invisibly, the distance started to hum.

The first pang hit when someone I’d already met — an agent named Anderson — introduced himself again. A small thing. Forgivable. But it knocked me slightly off balance. I smiled through it. Laughed politely. Told myself it didn’t matter.

Then came the question: “So, how did you and Spencer meet?”

I answered carefully. “At Millburn. I’m a nurse in the infirmary there.”

The air shifted. A tight smile. A polite nod. And then the conversation wandered away without me. It wasn’t rude. It wasn’t intentional. But I still felt it like a bruise forming.

—

Candles flickered down the center of a long table set for twenty, silver gleaming beside fine china. Spencer sat across from me, deep in conversation with Luke and Hotch. I ended up beside JJ’s husband Will, who passed me a basket of bread and offered a sympathetic smile.

“You surviving?” he asked.

I gave him a wry look. “Trying to.”

He chuckled. “Took me years to get used to how tight this group is. Even now, I still mostly just nod and smile and try to act like all the inside jokes don’t go right over my head.”

I laughed softly. “Sounds like a solid strategy.”

“Seriously though, don’t worry too much about all of this. You’re doing great. Getting integrated with the BAU crew just takes some time.”

I nodded gratefully, feeling slightly less alone.

Across the table, conversation flowed around me, punctuated by laughter and anecdotes that stretched back years. Hotch shared updates about his son Jack’s travel soccer team. Derek proudly displayed photos of his little boy, Hank Spencer Morgan. Laughter broke out recalling a time Derek and Spencer got trapped in an elevator, anxiously calling out for Hotch as if he might magically appear to rescue them. There were more tales of prank wars and Halloween costumes and magic tricks in the bullpen.

Spencer’s laughter was bright, his eyes shining. I loved hearing the stories, loved watching him come alive in the telling of them, even the ones I’d heard before. I laughed along softly, but inside, I wondered if this part of him would always feel slightly out of my reach.

Spencer looked at me a few times. Smiled across the candles. But he didn’t see it. Not yet.

Later, while he talked with Emily and Tara about a recent case in Miami, I wandered back toward the garden. The string lights overhead seemed to blur slightly. I stood in the corner of the patio and tried to breathe.

Someone offered me dessert. I declined. Anderson brushed past me with a joke I didn’t quite catch. I nodded along, still smiling. But my chest was tight.

And then I slipped away.

Upstairs, I found a quiet balcony and stepped out into the night.

The air was cool, the stars clear and sharp above me. I wrapped my arms around myself and breathed.

I heard him before I saw him — the soft creak of the door, the familiar cadence of his footsteps. I leaned into the railing, hoping the dark might soften the vulnerability on my face.

He didn’t speak right away. Just stood beside me, close but not crowding.

“Hey,” he said finally, voice low.

“Hey,” I echoed, trying to smile. It didn’t quite reach my eyes. I turned my gaze back up to the stars.

“You okay?”

I hesitated. “Yeah. Just needed a minute.”

He didn’t push. Just let the quiet stretch, open and kind.

Eventually, I exhaled. “Rossi sure knows how to throw a party. And I’ve really loved meeting everyone tonight,” I said with a small smile. “I still need to corner Derek before we leave and get some more dirt on you.”

He chuckled at that, but then the rest of the words tumbled out of me before I could stop them.

“They all know a version of you I’ll never get to meet,” I said quietly. “And I don’t think anyone meant to make me feel out of place, but I still did. Like I was standing just outside the frame all night.”

Spencer’s expression softened, guilt flickering in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I should’ve seen it sooner.”

I shook my head. “You didn’t do anything wrong. No one did. I just…” My voice dipped. “I wish I could belong to this part of your life, too.”

“You do,” he said, without hesitation. “You already do.” He looked down for a moment, then back up at the sky. “Most of the people here tonight have seen the worst of me,” he said slowly. “Watched me fall apart more than once and helped put me back together. But you… you met me in a totally different kind of wreckage. And you chose to stay anyway.”

He turned to face me more fully.

“I want them to know you — not just meet you, but know you. Because you’re the person who pulled me out of something I didn’t think I’d survive. I didn’t even know there was a future out there left for me to want until you reminded me what it felt like to hope.”

My breath caught.

He reached for my hand, his voice low. “I know this part of my world feels like a closed room sometimes. But it’s not. You’re already inside it — just by being here. I’ll keep making space, because I want you in all of it — the past, the present, whatever’s next. And if it ever feels like you’re outside the door, I’ll open it. Every single time.”

The words settled in my chest like warmth after a long cold, and I leaned into him. We stood in comfortable silence, looking up at the stars.

“You ever think about how much of the universe is invisible?” I asked softly after a minute.

“Only all the time,” he chuckled. “Dark matter holds galaxies together. You don’t always see it, but it’s there. Holding the shape. The structure.”

He paused for a moment before his gaze shifted from the sky down to me, eyes full of something I could barely hold. “You’re that for me. You hold me together. You’re part of this, even when it doesn’t feel like it. You’ve changed my center of gravity. And they’ll see that, too.”

He threaded his fingers through mine, and I felt my breath steady at last.

—

Two weeks later, I walked into Spencer’s apartment and took stock of what had changed.

One of Rossi’s books sat on my side of the bed, the page I’d left off on marked with a receipt from our favorite diner — the one with the pie. A framed photo of me and Spencer, mid-laugh on Rossi’s lawn at the party, had taken up residence on his bookshelf, perched next to a faded copy of Cosmos by Carl Sagan. My favorite mug now lived in his cabinet, nestled between his like it had always belonged there.

And on the couch, quietly waiting, was a soft leather-bound journal.

Spencer picked it up and handed it to me once I sat down. “I’ve been, um, writing things down,” he said, voice low. “Things I want you to know. Memories. Anecdotes. Cases that still live somewhere in my head. I realized I never told you half of what made me, me, but I want to start.”

I opened it slowly, fingers tracing his familiar handwriting across the pages. Scribbled thoughts. Stories. Annotations in the margins. I felt the weight of it hit me all at once — not just the pages or the words, but what it meant. That he trusted me with this. That he wanted me to know him, fully and without omission.

I glanced up at him, eyes warm. “You really want me to know it all?”

“All of it.” He leaned in gently, thumb brushing my cheek. “If it ever felt like I was closing doors, this is me opening them. You’re not on the outside.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and leaned in to kiss him softly. “Thank you,” I whispered against his lips.

We curled up together, my head resting gently on his shoulder, the journal open on my lap. Through the window, stars shimmered in the quiet, scattered like secrets we hadn’t told yet. The room felt hushed in that way only night can manage — like the whole world had paused just long enough to let us breathe.

—

After an hour or so of flipping through the journal, Spencer shifted beside me, almost imperceptibly — just enough that I could feel the nerves radiating off of him.

“Turn to the last page,” he said softly, his voice low and careful.

I glanced up at him. His expression was unreadable — serious, but not heavy. Just… open. So I turned the page with one hand, the other laced with his.

There, in his messy, scribbled handwriting, were seven words:

Move in with me. Please say yes.

My breath caught in my throat.

He didn’t speak, just waited, his hand still warm beneath mine. I stared at the words and felt the weight of them settle in my chest.

We weren’t kids. This wasn’t a fantasy, or a giddy impulse, or something he hadn’t thought through. We were two people who had seen some of the worst in life and in each other. We knew what hurt looked like, and we knew what it meant to carry grief and still try to build something anyway.

My mind immediately spun into motion — not just the logistics, but the stakes. What if we made a home together and something still cracked open? What if the walls closed in and started to suffocate us? What if the things he loved about me eventually hardened into something he didn’t recognize?

What if we messed it all up?

I looked at him.

“I know it’s a big step,” he said quietly, as if he could hear every thought I hadn’t spoken. “And I don’t want us to rush anything. But I want a life with you. This — us — is the only thing that’s ever made complete sense to me, even when everything else didn’t. And I’d rather do all the hard parts with you than the easy ones without you.” He studied me a moment. “Plus, I mean, we already spend almost every night together. Your lease is up in a couple months. Half of your clothes live in my drawers. It’s practical, really,” he rambled in typical Spencer fashion. Then he paused, took a breath, and said, “But… that’s not why I’m suggesting it. I’d want this even if it made no practical sense at all.”

I took a breath, and then another, trying to quiet the pulse in my ears. Then I brushed my fingertips against the page, tracing the words he’d written for me with so much hope for the future. I let myself feel that same hope, too.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Yes. Let’s do it.”

His breath stuttered like he hadn’t let himself dream of that answer. And then he smiled, wide and a little dazed.

I leaned in and kissed him, gentle and sure.

It wasn’t a fairytale, and I didn’t need it to be. It was real. Big and messy and soft.

“You know you’re going to have to clear out some shelf space, right? I have at least three milk crates-worth of books, and I refuse to make sacrifices,” I teased.

He laughed, eyes crinkling. “I’ll make room. I’ll even ask Luke for help putting up more shelves if we need them.”

I grinned. “We’re going to have, like, furniture store arguments, aren’t we?”

“Probably,” he said. “But in a deeply intellectual way. Like over the ethics of couches.”

I giggled. “And we’ll decorate for every holiday and accidentally buy the same coffee beans twice and probably fight over whose turn it is to clean the shower.”

“And I’ll lose, every time,” he said, entirely unbothered. “But you’ll still let me sleep in your arms.”

“Yeah,” I replied simply, because I suddenly didn’t know how to say all the things I felt — about home, and us, and what it meant to be chosen like this.

He leaned over and pressed his forehead to mine. “I want all of it,” he murmured. “The books and the arguments and the coffee and the shower. A full life. With you.”

—

Later, as we lay in bed, the journal still open between us and the stars humming quietly beyond the window, I turned toward him, heart full and aching in the best way.

“Spencer,” I whispered, not really sure what I intended to say next. I think I just needed the shape of his name in my mouth.

He looked over at me — soft, steady — and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Come here,” he murmured, voice low.

I did.

The journal slid to the floor with a quiet thud as I moved to straddle his lap, his hands finding my waist as mine curled against the back of his neck. There was no rush, no urgency — just the slow, reverent unfolding of clothes coming off, of skin against skin. Kisses that felt like punctuation. Touches like promises.

And as we moved together — quiet and close and sure — I felt it again: that invisible tether between us. The way he anchored me without even trying. A kind of gravity you don’t always see, but feel all the same.

Like dark matter. Invisible but everywhere, holding us quietly in place.

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[kangaracha]

QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 36

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

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Below the stage, a microphone white-knuckled in the grip of your hand, you bounce on your toes and peer up from the bottom of the lift that will eject you onto the stage.

The boys stand to either side of you, an arm's length to Changbin and then Chan on the other side. They've put you in the middle for some reason. You're not even sure who made the decision - the company, or the boys, or the network employees that buzz around you in tense anticipation, their eyes turned more towards their camera angles and the production of their show than the image of your group, the dynamics between each member. 

Set lists flash through your mind at the final countdown, the start of the music - stagings and marks and lights to avoid looking directly into on your way across the stage. You know it all by heart, you promise yourself, despite the flip of your stomach at the thought of all the time and preparation so many people have put into this moment only for it all to rest on the strength of your memory. How many times will you have to do this before you can trust yourself? How many times before the nerves stop climbing up your throat every time you think about stepping out in front of a crowd, worse than they ever have in your life?

At least one more time. And the platform beneath your feet starts to rise.

The lights are blinding up on the stage, the crowd reduced to the pinpricks of lightsticks waving all the way up into the sky, as if you've stepped out into some unmapped galaxy. The music is so loud that the stage shudders under your feet in time to the baseline, but you don't have time to let it take your breath away - as a line, you are supposed to walk, and stand, and sing-

The song slips away from you in the blink of an eye, choruses following the natural flow of the verses, choreography moving your limbs before you even have to think about it. The next track slides by without an issue, and another, and the crowd roar at the opening bars of the fourth, surprising you so much that you almost miss your mark, even though all you are doing is walking from one side of the stage to the other. You wave back to them even though you know the cheer is not for you, and you're sure you see smiles and waving hands in the audience that are looking at you.

By the time you get to Miroh, your troubles have faded away.

The music is infectious without the anxiety to perform attached to it, the heady beat and the energy that drives at you from all the people around you. You're lost in the euphoria of it, your body moving not to a choregraphy that you've engraved on your bones, but along with the crowd instead. You're having fun; so much, that you're not sure you've ever actually had fun singing before. The crowd, the music, the people you share the stage with-

You turn a bar before your part, your microphone lifting to your mouth, and find Chan right behind you, close enough that you walk right into him. 

You steady yourself with the hand that hits his chest, using his solid weight to push yourself back on your heels. In your surprise, your voice falters at the beginning of your part, but his microphone is already there at his mouth, anticipating the stumble, his harmony subtly covering the weakness in your own note.

He finishes it out with you, complimenting but not outstaging. His eyes never leave yours, the joy in them begging for you to see it. You don't know know how he has the breath to sing like that; your chest is too tight to really put the words out, your heart thundering over the music in your ears. The beats stretch like rubber bands, counting down until-

All at once, they snao with the sound of I.N's voice somewhere upstage. Your chest fills and your eyes turn away, caught by something to the side, or maybe just driven by the primal urge to escape. You feel kind of dizzy as you part, lost on stage, your feet wandering a few steps and then stopping to look back at him, crouching on the edge of the stage. You have to force yourself to look away again. You don't know what's gotten into you.

It doesn't matter, you decide on your way to join Seungmin in some obscure corner of the stage. It fits the song anyway, this feeling; bubbles up and spills out into an ear-splitting grin when the beat drops. I ran into this jungle and I'm okay, you sing again, and you find, in that moment, that you really believe it.

It's only when you get off stage, until you sip water and rub at the deep ache in your shoulder and let the music leech from your veins, that you realise how completely and utterly screwed you are. 

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[theskywithin]

New Moon in Cancer – 25 June 2025 (ALL SIGNS)

This Moon is a tide that turns inward, a hush before the first note. Cancer’s waters do not wash things away, they soften them until the hidden shape appears. From 25 June onward a new story germinates in the dark, written in the language of need, safety, and belonging. Listen: the tide is drawing its breath, preparing to climb the sand in a shape you’ve never seen. Meet it barefoot, and it will remember your name.

🛑 just a note: if you see my writing reposted on other platforms without credit, especially Twitter, please feel free to tell me. my work is deeply personal, and every metaphor carries something I lived through. Thank you for protecting my voice when I’m not in the room. also, if you want to know more about your birth chart my book link is at the bottom of the page :)

Aries Sun & Rising

There’s a hush moving through the halls of your inner home. Not the house you rent or paint but the one with ceilings made of memory and wallpaper stitched from the sound of your own heartbeat. This New Moon touches the origin point, the root cellar of your life. And it asks: What does safety mean to you now? You’re learning that the version of home you deserve is not a performance, it’s the place where you can stop bracing. Where the armor unclenches. And this new beginning may come in unexpected forms: a decision to move, a conversation that reshapes the past, a promise to mother yourself better. Let it be quiet. Let it be real.

Watch for: → Strong cravings for stillness or solitude → Family dynamics shifting, or news that invites emotional clarity → An urge to cook, nest, clean, or finally hang something on the wall

Ritual: boil cinnamon sticks in water until the steam curls toward you like a memory. Inhale deeply. Whisper: I am allowed to stay.

Taurus Sun & Rising

The voice inside your head has changed dialects lately, less polished, more personal. This New Moon enters the space between your thoughts and your truths, asking: What if you only said what you meant? There is a soft but seismic shift happening in how you speak, write, listen, and share. You’re no longer interested in filling the silence with empty syllables. You want your words to mean something. And that’s where the healing begins. In the story you choose to tell next. You may reconnect with a sibling, rediscover your love of writing, or finally put into words something you’ve carried for years. Let it come through you like ink made of saltwater.

Watch for: → A conversation that brings release → A message that feels like a tiny key → Urges to take a short trip, buy new books, or unfollow what numbs you

Ritual: write one sentence you wish someone had said to you when you were younger. Carry it in your wallet until it feels like yours.

Gemini Sun & Rising

The soil of your worth is shifting because something deeper is ready to bloom. This Moon does not care about your title, your salary, your metrics. It wants to know: what makes you feel safe in your skin? It’s time to reroute your relationship with receiving, with ownership, with enough. You may be called to begin a new financial chapter, set boundaries around what you give away for free, or rediscover pleasure without guilt. This isn’t about luxury. It’s about belonging to yourself so fully that even the way you spend money becomes a love language.

Watch for: → New income possibilities or money conversations that hold emotional weight → A craving for slower beauty: cooking, tending, touch → Letting go of old self-worth stories inherited from family or survival

Ritual: place a small coin under a glass of water overnight. In the morning, pour the water into the soil and keep the coin in your palm. Feel the exchange.

Cancer Sun & Rising

You are being rewritten by water. This New Moon isn’t outside of you. It is you. It rises through your chest like a tide that refuses to recede until you finally let it say: I am ready to begin again. You’re no longer obligated to the versions of yourself that others have memorized. There is permission here to soften where you were once sharp, to step forward without apologizing, to walk into the world as someone who knows they deserve to take up space. This isn’t reinvention. It’s reclamation. The Moon is pouring its ink into your outline and saying: draw again.

Watch for: → The desire to change your look, your name, your tone → New beginnings that are deeply personal but hard to explain → People reacting to your shift, let them. You’re not performing this time.

Ritual: stand before a mirror in the dark. Say your name out loud, then whisper a new word that belongs to this version of yo, like free, beloved, sovereign. Let the mirror listen.

Leo Sun & Rising

There’s a part of you that’s always had to shine. To hold it together. To stay composed, perform, radiate. But under this Moon, something ancient inside you wants rest, not as escape, but as medicine. This is the Moon of hidden rooms and sealed envelopes. Of memories that knock at the back door. It asks: What have you not let yourself feel because it made you less impressive? You are being invited to release, deeply and without drama. The kind of shedding that no one sees, but that changes everything. This is the beginning of a private revolution. One no one has to applaud.

Watch for: → Unexpected dreams or memories resurfacing from nowhere → Emotional exhaustion that isn’t laziness but truth → The desire to disconnect not from people, but from performance

Ritual: take a long bath or shower in the dark. Light one candle and speak to your reflection when your face re-emerges in the steam. Say: You can stop holding it all.

Virgo Sun & Rising

You are not meant to carry every soul you’ve ever loved. This Moon asks you to set down the ghosts of obligation, and look toward what’s calling you now, the future-friends, the co-dreamers, the ones who speak to your hope rather than your wounds. This is a new chapter in how you commune, not just with people but with vision. What kind of life do you believe in enough to begin building? You may be reshaping your circles, realizing you’ve outgrown some communities, or finally saying yes to a vision that used to feel too far away. You don’t have to lead the world, just find the ones whose dreams make you remember your own.

Watch for: → Sudden dissolving of old friend dynamics → New invitations to collaborate, organize, or co-dream something → Realizing that fitting in has cost you more than standing out ever could

Ritual: write down a vision you have for the world, not for yourself. Light a small flame and speak it into the fire. Let the smoke carry it into the hands of those who share it with you.

Libra Sun & Rising

You’ve been working hard to keep the surface calm but this Moon goes for the root. It slips behind the mask, into the part of you that wonders, What is all this effort for? It’s not an ending, it’s a recalibration of direction. Not just what you do, but who you are when you do it. This is the kind of new beginning that may arrive as a pang of doubt, then evolve into a wave of self-reclamation. You’re allowed to redefine what success means. You’re allowed to want more, or less, as long as it’s true. The crown doesn’t matter if it doesn’t fit your head anymore.

Watch for: → Shifts in professional reputation, goals, or power dynamics → Unexpected praise or pressure that makes you question your path → The urge to create something that aligns more with your emotional truth

Ritual: write a resignation letter to a version of success you no longer serve. Burn it. Then write a vow to the vision you want to work for now.

Scorpio Sun & Rising

You’ve been climbing a mountain. But this Moon doesn’t ask you to summit, it asks you to expand your horizon. Not with ambition, but with reverence. What if your life is not a ladder, but a landscape? This New Moon calls your attention to the philosophies, places, mentors, and stories that can stretch your worldview. You may be pulled toward something foreign, unfamiliar, a risk of hope you haven’t dared to follow before. But this is not about escape. It’s about trusting your curiosity enough to let it become a compass.

Watch for: → Travel, teaching, publishing, or spiritual questions appearing → A desire to study something obscure or meaningful → Feeling emotionally tethered to a truth you can’t yet explain

Ritual: look up at the sky and name something you believe that no one taught you. That’s your North Star. Let it guide you now.

Sagittarius Sun & Rising

You’re not scared of endings but you are scared of losing control. And this Moon? She asks you to surrender control gently, not with panic, but with trust. She wraps her hands around the part of you that bargains, holds back, or calculates your vulnerability, and she says: What if intimacy wasn’t dangerous? This is a new beginning in the realm of shared energy, deep love, invisible exchanges. You may find yourself confronting a debt, merging lives or bank accounts, grieving what cannot be saved, or diving into something that demands all of you. It’s not about danger. It’s about depth. This is the kind of transformation that leaves you more alive, not less.

Watch for: → Honest conversations about sex, trust, power, or debt → Emotional clarity in long-term entanglements → The end of something that makes space for a more real version of love

Ritual: pour water into two glasses. Label one mine, the other ours. Pour them into a third and ask: What am I choosing to share, and why?

Capricorn Sun & Rising

You’ve been building alone for so long you’ve forgotten what it feels like to be held. This Moon comes bearing partnership, not just in love, but in presence. It reminds you that intimacy is not weakness. That collaboration does not cost you your autonomy. You are being invited to re-pattern how you relate. Not by effort, but by listening. Not by sacrifice, but by self-trust. This is the beginning of a new way of being chosen, one where you don’t have to abandon yourself to belong. You can be fully met only when you fully arrive.

Watch for: → A new relationship, contract, or relational dynamic forming → Clarity about what you will and won’t compromise anymore → Encounters that mirror the version of you you’re becoming

Ritual: sit with someone who sees you clearly. Without fixing, ask: How do you experience me when I’m being real? Then say thank you and believe them.

Aquarius Sun & Rising

The body has been whispering. This Moon turns up the volume to remind you that healing isn’t an idea, it’s a rhythm. A practice. A return. This is a new beginning in how you honor the vessel that carries you. How you work, how you rest, how you recover. You may notice shifts in health, routine, daily energy. But deeper than that, you may realize how much you've been holding in your muscles, your breath, your jaw. You don't need a better system. You need a softer one.

Watch for: → Health-related revelations, subtle or physical → A calling to be more present in your daily rituals → The urge to build a life that feels livable, not just impressive

Ritual: stretch for five minutes, not to become more flexible, but to meet yourself. Then ask your body what it wants from you this month.

Pisces Sun & Rising

The dream doesn’t need to be perfect, it just needs to be yours. This New Moon kisses the corners of your creative life, your joy life, your romantic life, the parts of you that have longed to feel alive, not just useful. It’s a return to desire. Not lust but aliveness. This could be the beginning of a new romance, a new project, a new permission. You may suddenly remember how you used to express yourself before the world told you to be quiet. Don’t just follow the muse, become her.

Watch for: → Creative impulses or fertile, sensual energy blooming → The reemergence of childlike wonder or a literal child → Romance that doesn’t fix you, just mirrors you

Ritual: create something small and imperfect tonight: a song, a scribble, a spell. Let the mess be a message: joy lives here.

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[nekoboydreams]

Hi! I really enjoyed your visual novel, it was super interesting, and I have a lot of questions!

1) It seems like no one in the circus troupe really gets along (or is it just Pierrot and Harlequin who have issues because of a tragic love triangle in the past?). Is the promise of creating a real home the only thing still holding them together?

2) Will we see the appearances of the other clowns and harlequins? (Pierrot mentions he's the only Pierrot "among jesters and harlequins"). This question also applies to their human forms (if they even have them).

(do they absorb people to create their human forms, and of course, to feed themselves? (Sorry, I took Harlequin's play "And the Monsters Became Humans" a little too literally. I think they ate that person in the smiling mask, like they did Columbine.Though, I don't think that terrible person who imprisoned them could be considered an example to compare themselves to….(

3) I think this is related (or maybe not), but in that same play, when the monsters were listing the advantages of becoming human, the silhouette with the orange eyes (the one that looks like a hedgehog) said, "No one will hurt us anymore." That immediately made me think of when we stood up for Pierrot at the very beginning of the novel. I think that's cute. Is there a connection there?

(By the way, I find it funny that in Harlequin's play, Pierrot looks like the shortest one, but now he's the second-tallest character!) I think that hedgehog in the play is Pierrot – maybe because Pierrot's hat has three points and his eyes are orange. Now I can't unsee Pierrot as a hedgehog.

4) We know the colors of the tickets are connected to the clowns, but what are the black and yellow tickets for then? Are they for people who are some kind of "audience" that will then support the circus's status? (Saying good things about it on TV, among people, etc.)

Sorry if these questions are too long and if there are any errors in the text as English is not my first language.

Good luck to you!

Wow, Thank you! And, so many questions! That's totally fine it's always fun for me.

1) Let’s say the rest of the circus gets along in their own way. It’s a bit of a chaotic family. Only Pierrot and Harlequin have a serious issue between them, which sometimes causes headaches for the others.

2) The other members are already prepared for their appearances! As for what they’re really like under their costumes, that’ll be revealed a bit later.

Harlequin’s story is true, but it’s told in his way. The flashes you see while he’s telling the story are pure reality. There will be more to that story, so maybe things will start to make more sense from here on!

3) Very well spotted, dear anon! I don’t think I’ve seen anyone bring that up yet. There is definitely a connection between those scenes! As for the shape and size of the dolls, keep in mind they were made by Harlequin himself! As you saw, his doll is even taller than the orange-eyed one, and he’s also the only one staring directly at the screen.

4) The yellow tickets are the regular ones, the kind you buy at the circus box office! The black tickets… those are very different. You’ll have to wait and see more about them in the future! TYSM!

[birdiechrips]

Ice Cream - Toji Fushiguro

Summary/Tags: Dad!Toji asks for your help with his son Megumi. Fluff

You never wanted to be a mother, hell you never even wanted to settle down. Learning from your parent’s mistakes, you always prioritized your independence. But somewhere between the late night hookups and the quick mid day meetups, Toji had become important to you. So you met his son.

The six year old sat in the old diner quietly, pushing around the stack of chocolate chip pancakes. You didn’t blame him, you weren’t much of a talker either. Toji talked enough for all three of you anyway. Blabbing on about some old dude that annoyed him in the grocery store. The tension in the air is thick and awkward, but Toji continues his rambling, as if this was just another normal day. Reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear, you try to ease your nerves. Eyes scan the surrounding area, taking in everyone seated around your table. You jump in your seat as you lock eyes with curious little brown ones, barely poking over the table. You nod your head at Megumi, watching as he nods back. 

It starts slowly, spending more and more time in the Fushiguro household. Megumi still doesn’t say much, just observes, trying to figure you out. The last thing you wanted to do was have the boy hate you, so you go slow. You greet him when you enter the house, and keep conversations light, not forcing him to answer right away. You're trying to match his pace, not wanting to rush him into accepting you. 

So it comes as a shock when Toji calls you in the middle of the day begging for a favor. He got caught up in a job and needs you to pick up Megumi from school. You say yes without even thinking, not like you would say no to Toji to begin with. Nerves wreck you, mentally preparing for your first time alone with his son. 

It’s 2 pm when you pull up to the school, Megumi doesn’t get out until 2:50pm but you don't want to be late. So you sit in the car, switching between social media apps, but you can only check story updates so many times before you run out. You don’t understand why you’re so nervous, you’ve never been like this before. Always confident and sure of yourself. But something about Megumi has you second guessing yourself. Maybe it’s because Toji is important to you, you love him and know it would never work if his son didn’t like you. You only want the best for Megumi, as you hope to be around for a while. 

Glancing at the time, you sigh, slamming your car door closed. Wiping your hands on your jeans, you make your way towards the school entrance. Your pace slows, coming to stand next to groups of other parents. Keeping your eyes on the ground, you shuffle from foot to foot. You can feel eyes on you, questioning your presence at the school, but you're too far away to hear their whispers. Thankfully the bell rings quickly. 

You're not sure what class is coming out first, you're not even sure who Megumi's teacher is. You shift closer to the door as parents leave, making sure Megumi can see you once he walks out. Head after head, you keep your eyes focused on the door, not wanting to miss Megumi’s spiky black hair. You practically jump out of your skin as you feel a tug on your jeans. Your head snaps down, Megumi’s blue eyes staring back up at you. “Your dad called and asked me to pick you up.” Megumi just continues to stare at you. You sigh, “Right… come on then.” You turn around, heading back towards your car. Stopping in your tracks as you feel little fingers slip into yours. You grip them back, choosing to continue on, not making a big deal of it. 

Crossing the street carefully, you get Megumi into the back seat, buckling his seat belt. You didn’t think this far, you still had time to kill before Toji would be home. You look up, meeting Megumi’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He sits there silently, hands folded in his lap. “Well… do you wanna go get ice cream?”

Leaning against the brick wall, Toji Makes quick work pulling out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Letting one hang out lazily out of his mouth, he reaches down for his lighter. Inhaling the smoke, his eyes study the graffiti scattered along the walls of the alleyway. He promised you he would quiet, and he had, he just needed something to take the edge off. Inhaling again, Toji hears his phone go off. Rolling his eyes, he braces himself for whatever bullshit Shiu has for him. Dropping the cigarette, Toji laughs at his phone, quickly saving the photo you sent him. A selfie of you and his son, ice cream cones in hand, both smiling at the camera. He laughs again at the chocolate all over Megumi’s face. He sets the photo as his lock screen, happy his favorite people are getting along. 

[toyboy-molloy]

"Do you believe in love at first sight, uncle Henry?"

Henry gave a casual shrug, reaching for a sweet pancake from the picnic basket, "I don't know. I suppose I used to. I knew I liked Bianca from the moment I saw her. We were young, it was easy."

Heinrich nodded though his confusing feelings for the new lord of Talmberg weren't any clearer; he'd never felt anything like it at all and he didn't know what to do.

"Love at first fight, though," Henry smirked, giving Heinrich a playful nudge. The young heir rolled his eyes yet he was unable to resist smiling, "the first clash. The biting remarks. The rush of adrenaline, the anticipation, the thrill of wanting more," he nodded over at Sir Hans and Mutt, returning from catching their dinner, "that's what it was like with me and your pa."

Heinrich wrinkled his nose, grimacing, "ew..."

"What's the matter?" Hans stopped at the campfire, dropping the fresh hare in front of Henry.

"Love at first fight," the former blacksmith clarified, beginning to prepare the meat. Hans chuckled, dropping off his hunting equipment further into their camp.

"Oh yes," he returned to his family, sitting beside Henry and helping himself to wine, "we fought three times when we first met."

Henry looked up, a besotted look on his face as he gazed at Hans, "you couldn't get enough of losing to me."

"It was refreshing," Hans admitted, returning the look of complete and utter adoration, "everyone always let me win everything which was great. Then, along came a grubby village peasant who knocked me on my arse and called me a pompous snob," the nobleman laughed, shrugging, "I was addicted to being put in my place by you. A real turn on."

"I'm going home," Heirnich said suddenly, jumping to his feet. Henry and Hans looked at him like they only just realised he was there. He shook his head, snapping his fingers for Mutt to follow him, "I'm starting to see why mother told me not to come with you."

They watched Heinrich head back towards the castle with Mutt by his side for protection. Hans turned back to Henry, a confused look on his face.

"What's his problem?"

"Same as us," Henry sighed, setting aside the hare for later. He tugged Hans closer, smiling, "he's in love."

more heinrich fics

[2000sangel]

What about tenna losing power during a thunderstorm? Or maybe being in pain from a severe power surge? I mean, it’s not like he has the modern conveniences built in of surge protectors, and it’s probably pretty scary to suddenly turn off/“faint” with no warning! Even if nothing happens, I imagine this would make tenna pretty scared of storms… a little comfort would go a long way I’m sure 💖💖💖💖

-✨

Hellow!! This was a very fun idea that I decided to make HCs for: I slightly tweaked the prompt though, and made it into general thunderstorm comfort HCs...power surges usually impact electronics quite badly and I have another request for something similar to the other idea you provided, sooo...winks, keep your eyes on my blog for updates °_^

And enjoy!! <3

P.S. - does anyone recognize this image that I used...? Eheh...

Tenna x Reader - Thunderstorm Comfort Headcanons

>It takes you a little by surprise when one stormy day, upon deciding to visit the Dark World, you find Tenna more nervous than usual; at the beginning he simply tries to brush it off, but as the storm picks up he becomes visibly more and more agitated until you finally connect the dots: Tenna is…afraid of thunderstorms, and not for stupid reasons! His Light World counterpart could very easily get damaged during one, and you actually recall it happening and having to call an electronics technician for repairs.

>You suggest willingly putting things on hold whenever a very heavy storm happens, it’s not like you really mind if he takes some time off, and he actually thanks you for this and ends up accepting your idea later down the line.

>This however doesn’t completely solve the issue; his shows might be under control, but he isn’t. He’s on edge the entire time, you can see it even though he tries to act like his usual eccentric self. So you bring up the idea of activities that only require a low amount of energy and to do them together, for example thinking up TV Time themes or playing board games.

>Tenna sounds immediately more excited upon hearing your ideas, and is glad that you’d be interested in helping with his show and just spending some chill time together; he’s a little flustered, even, that you’d consider doing all of this just to calm him down.

>Your visits end up becoming a must whenever the weather is even slightly bad, and over time Tenna becomes a little less jumpy whenever it happens. He stops worrying about what might happen so much and starts looking forward to the comfort of your presence instead; he even prepares everything himself when he notices the weather getting bad, hoping you show up every time. 

>When it eventually does happen that you don’t show up, an uneasy feeling settles in his chest until you can finally visit him and explain your reasoning: maybe you were outside, or maybe you got caught up in something or even in the storm itself, which is very understandable however it takes him a little while to shake the thoughts that you did it on purpose from his wicked head. 

>As he gets used to getting reassurance whenever you can’t physically be there for him, he eventually realizes that you’re not just going to up and leave, especially if something like a storm is going on. Storms actually kind of…help him in a sense: they help him build trust in your relationship, they help him take a much needed break once in a while…they help him connect better with you and with his subordinates, who secretly understand where his fear comes from and are willing to play those board games with him -he would never admit to the reason why he always suggests playing those during a storm, but it still makes for a fun time once in a while!-.

>You also change your habits a little back in the Light World, just for Tenna: whenever the forecast gives a storm warning, you hurry to shut off all of the lights and electronics in your house. More power and lives saved, you often joke with your friends when they ask you why you do it…! You also install surge protectors, as you guess that if something like that ever happened it’d be painful for Tenna. And then, if you don’t have anywhere extremely important to be, you warn everyone that you’ll be unavailable until the sky is clear again and run to your partner. 

[theblancengineer]

LNS : Running Man Season 2

Episode 03 - The Pink Venom Race (EP03S02)

Set in a world where K-pop is a porn industry and porn itself is way lenient for public consumption. Celebrities flashing their assets on national TV channels is a common view.

Unlike the previous episode, the weather was warmer yet winter. All the members came together this time and almost all of them had a cup of coffee in their hands. Everyone is standing automatically at the centre of the frame in a single row–from left to right: Seokjin, Kwangsoo, Haha, Jaesuk, Jihyo, Somin, Kangjeon, and Jongkook. Everyone expressed their joy that they would film indoors because outside was as cold as the previous filming.

Once again, Jaesuk updated the viewers about what interesting things happened to the members. This time, they were talking about YouTube. Haha, and Seokjin looked annoyed that Jongkook’s channel reached a million subscribers since their respective channels were pale in comparison.

The PD, with hand gestures, asked Jaesuk to cut the intermezzo short since the guests were extremely busy.

Jaesuk: “I believe you have read the news regarding our guests today.”

Kwangsoo: “BLACKPINK, I LOVE YOU!”

Kangjeon: “He look like a hick.”

Jaesuk: “(Laugh) Did you hear what Kangjeon said? He said Kwangsoo is a hick.”

Embarrassed, Kwangsoo could only laugh in silence.

Jongkook: “Our maknae stars revealing his true self. Good. He is taking over Sechan’s role in mocking Kwangsoo.”

Jaesuk: “I’m sorry, but that’s my job.”

Kwangsoo: “Is making fun of me that prestigious?”

One-two, a classic Kwangsoo-Jaesuk banter. Kwangsoo’s exaggerated expression just made the whole old trick as funny as always.

Jaesuk: “Our guests are waiting. So, let’s welcome BLACKPINK!”

Haha: “IN~ YOUR~ AREA!”

As the members turned around, a song was played. Except for Seokjin and Jihyo, everyone knew the songs.

Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa, Rosé: “BLACKPINK~ BLACKPINK~ BLACKPINK~ BLACKPINK~”

Kwangsoo: “It’s PINK VENOM!”

The Runningman members cheered. A double door on the wall behind them was open. Four gorgeous girls appeared in a pose, ready to perform. BLACKPINK performed in the outfit they wore in their music video. Jennie and Jisoo wore tight shorts that made Kwangsoo drool over their legs and peeking butt cheeks.

Finally, the first verse begins with Jennie leading the pink pack.

Jennie: “Kick in the door, waving the coco. Papkonina chaenggyeo kkyeodeul saenggak malgo. I talk that talk, runways I walk, walk Nun gamgo pop, pop an bwado cheok.”

Lisa: “One by one, then two by two. Nae sonkkeut tuk hanae da muneojineun jung. Gajja syo chigon hwaryeohaetji. Makes no sense, you couldn't get a dollar outta me.”

Everyone looked hyped, including the staff. Kwangsoo and Haha danced disgustingly to the song’s signature moves and made the girls break her character during the performance. She couldn’t stop laughing.

Jennie: “This that pink vеnom. This is that pink venom. This that pink venom.”

Lisa: “Get 'еm, get 'em, get 'em.”

Jennie: “Straight to ya dome like woah, woah, woah. Straight to ya dome like Ah, ah, ah.”

Lisa: “Taste that pink venom. Taste that pink venom. Taste that pink venom.”

Jennie: “Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em.”

Lisa: “Straight to ya dome like woah, woah, woah. Straight to ya dome like ah, ah, ah.”

The short performance ended. Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa, and Rosé joined the Runningman members. Jaesuk let them take the centre, between him and Haha. They welcomed BLACKPINK with loud applause. Jaesuk asked them to introduce themself to the viewers.

Jisoo: “One… Two… Three…”

By Jisoo’s cue, the team bowed.

Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa, Rosé: “Annyeonghaseyo, BLACKPINK imnida~”

Haha: “They look sophisticated.”

Jaesuk: “Jennie-ya! Why did it take you so long?”

Jennie: “I’m sorry, oppa. But, here we are.”

Jihyo: “All of you need to come back more often.”

Jaesuk: “Anyway, I’m thankful for BLACKPINK to come to our show. As everyone knows, they are preparing for a world tour, and on top of that they are busy with their individual gigs outside the group. They don’t really have time to promote. But, they make sure to come to Runningman.”

Rosé: “Unlike the other variety show, Runningman feels homey.”

Seokjin: “That’s right. We treat our guests well.”

Somin: “Jaesuk-oppa, didn’t Seokjin-oppa sound too polite? He is usually indifferent toward our guests.”

Jaesuk: “It’s a global star, BLACKPINK. Seokjin-hyung just feels small to stand next to them.”

Lisa: “Please, be comfortable with us like the last time we came.”

Kwangsoo: “He can’t blabber his mouth recklessly. Not with BLACKPINK.”

Kangjeon: “He is afraid of their fans.”

Everyone ganged on Seokjin for a while until the PD told them it was enough. The members and BLACKPINK focused on the main PD who was about to explain the race.

PD: “Today, we will have a couple-race, SWEET & SOUR RACE.”

Jisoo: “Sweet and sour?”

PD: “You will be divided into 6 teams–a male and a female each. Together with your partner, you need to win the game each round. The bottom three will get punishment balls while the top three will get running balls. The overall winner will get golden marbles and the two losers will get punishment.”

Jisoo: “Gold? Now, I’m pumped. It’s real gold, right?”

Kwangsoo: “Jisoo-ya, aren’t you filthy rich?”

Jisoo: “Women like gold.”

Somin and Jihyo: “Majayo.”

The PD told them that they would decide on the pairs randomly. Some staff came and brought a wall made of styrofoam. There were six doors on it. Just as the PD instructed, the female players came behind the wall. Each of them eventually hid behind the door. Then, the male players came one by one to choose their door. After a short rock-paper-scissors, they decided on the order. Kwangsoo was the first to choose. When he opened the door on the right, he found Rosé. He couldn’t stop grinning. He was happy to be partnered with a BLACKPINK member. He knew he would have fun with Rosé during the race. After they decided on the pairs, they went to change their outfit for the race.

Result

Jaesuk x Jennie

Seokjin x Jihyo

Jongkook x Lisa

Haha x Somin

Kwangsoo x Rosé

Kangjeon x Jisoo

***

Everyone returned with similar outfits. The females wore pink T-shirts while the males wore black T-shirts. Standing from the left together with their partner: Haha - Somin, Kangjeon - Jisoo, Jaesuk - Jennie, Jongkook - Lisa, Seokjin - Jihyo. They talked for a while, talking about the colour of their outfit that represented the guests so well and how they looked good on them.

PD: “Welcome to the first round. The game is called Lewd Olympic Series: Ejaletic.”

Jisoo: “Ejaletic?”

Everyone was wondering about the game because they never heard about the name beforehand.

Jaesuk: “What does it mean? You look embarrassed.”

PD: “It’s a combination between EJACULATION and ATHLETIC thus EJALETIC.”

Everyone mocked the naming sense of the PD.

Jongkook: “You should have picked a better name.”

Kwangsoo: “Regardless… I think it’s a good game.”

Seokjin: “We haven’t heard what kind of game this is. You just want to have ‘fun’ with BLACKPINK.”

Jaesuk: “Hearing the name I guess we will play several games this round.”

PD: “That’s right. You will play two games in total: Short Gun and Fingery.”

Haha: “The names sound tacky. She really needs to step up her naming game.”

PD: “Anyway…”

Kangjeon: “She ignores you.”

Everyone laughed at Haha’s situation.

Haha: “Hyungin-ah, are you upset? I’m sorry.”

PD: “Fingery is a female-centered game while Short Gun is a male-centered game.

“In Short Gun, the male members will be given a minute and during that time, you need to hump your partner as much as possible.

“In Fingery, it’s about endurance. The female members need to endure being fingered by their opponents. The longer the better.”

Jennie: “So, the females play defence while the males are on offence.”

PD: “Depending on the result, each couple's points will be added. The top three will get running balls and the rest will get punishment balls.”

Jaesuk: “Which one will we play first?”

PD: “We will play short gun. The order will be decided by lottery.”

Order

1. Haha - Somin

2. Jaesuk - Jennie

3. Seokjin - Jihyo

4. Kangjeon - Jisoo

5. Jongkook - Lisa

6. Kwangsoo - Rosé

PD: “The first team is Haha - Somin.”

Haha, Somin: “Okay!”

Both looked energetic as they came to the centre. The staff put a mattress for them.

Suddenly, Somin had her own antic. She looked at the camera at the centre, behind the main PD. With a seductive expression, she winked, moving her hip erotically while taking off her jeans.

Jaesuk: “Hahaha look at Jeon Somin!”

Haha: “Stop it! You are excessive. You make people turn off.”

Stopping her antics, Somin dropped her jeans and underwear fast and threw them aside. Going in a doggy position, Somin looked nervous.

PD: “I thought you would be confident.”

Somin: “I’m still not used to our new concept.”

Meanwhile, Haha dropped his pants and tried to make his dick hard by stroking it. He looked at Somin’s naked butt to pump him and it worked. After having his dick erect, he went behind Somin.

Haha: “I will put it in, Somin-ah.”

Somin: “Don’t forget to lubricate it, oppa.”

Haha: “I already use my spit.”

Casually, as if it wasn’t the first time, Haha penetrated Somin’s pussy. Somin herself didn’t really react. Both of them looked comfortable. Haha checked if his dick slides smoothly, adding more saliva so it got as smooth as it could.

Haha: “Alright. I’m ready. DOJEON! (challenge).”

The main PD had a stopwatch ready in her hand.

PD: “Ready… Start!”

Haha: “GAAAAAAA!!!”

Following his battle cry, Haha gripped hard on Somin’s waist. Furiously pounding her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Meanwhile, Somin held herself pretty well while trying her best not to get pushed by Haha’s pushes. Silently, she held the bewildering sensation. Her wrinkled face showed how hard Haha was pounding her. Everyone focused on them. Only the slap between Haha’s crotch and Somin’s butt was heard for a while.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

Kwangsoo: “Somin is holding well. Haha-hyung looks ugly though.”

Seokjin: “Isn’t Haha too hard on her?”

Jongkook: “Nah, Somin can handle it.”

Kangjeon: “How much time they have left?”

PD: “20 seconds left.”

In the beginning, Haha humped fast but as time ran, he got slower and his breath became short. Going all out since the beginning exhausted him.

Jaesuk: “10… 9…”

Following Jaesuk, the other members did the countdown.

All members: “6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… END!”

Haha stopped his march. He looked so sweaty, trying his best to catch his breath. Carefully, he pulled his dick from Somin’s pussy before helping her stand up.

Somin: “Pppuuahh~ Haha-oppa! You can still fuck hard. My crotch feels numb.”

Haha: “Right? I’m still good.”

Haha sounded proud and felt manly that he could satisfy Somin.

Walking limpy, Somin returned to the row. Jisoo gave them their pants back and they wore their pants back. Haha’s pants were bulging and they wouldn’t shrink soon.

PD: “Haha and Somin's record is 74 thrusts.”

Somin: “Is it good enough?”

Jongkook: “I read the average is 48 times per minute. I already expected we can exceed that number since we are certainly going all out since we need to do as many as possible.”

PD: “The second team please come to the front.”

Jaesuk and Jennie turn. Both came to the front. Shyly, Jennie pulled down her shorts. All the men in the room were in awe of her figure. The cameras couldn’t miss filming Jennie’s smooth-fit legs and clean shaved pink pussy.

Then, Jaesuk was about to take his pants off too. He was already burdened that he needed to erect his dick for the game. And then, there was Jennie who kindly offered help.

Jennie: “Shall I help?”

Jaesuk: “Oh? You want to help?”

Cutely, like a kid, with a gummy smile, Jennie nodded. It was a warm spectacle. She was down on her knees and spit on Jaesuk’s dick. Delicately, she lubricated his dick before stroking it. Watching Jennie’s face so close to his dick made Jaesuk hard. It didn’t take that long for his dick to wake.

After that, Jennie went to the mattress. Just like Somin, she went doggy, hanging her ass high for Jaesuk to see.

Jennie: “A-ah~”

She looked weak. Jaesuk’s initial slow penetration already made her groan. It made Jaesuk worried.

Jaesuk: “Jennie-ah, are you alright?”

Jennie: “Yes. Don’t worry about me. Just do your best, oppa.”

Her words didn’t assure Jaesuk a bit. Anyway, he had lubricated his dick and it slid smoothly inside Jennie’s pussy.

Jaesuk: “Dojeon!”

Starting strong, right at the beginning, Jennie’s hands trembled and eventually gave up. Her half-top dropped on the mattress. He looked pained.

Jennie: “A-AAHHH! AGHH! AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHH! AGHHHH!”

Loud and wimpy, that was how Jennie groaned. Unlike her group’s concept, Jennie looked and sounded delicate at the moment. She couldn’t handle Jaesuk’s thrusts.

Seeing how badly Jennie coped with his poundings, Jaesuk felt bad for going all out. He eventually slowed his thrusts and didn’t bother to compete. Eventually, his number was way lower than Haha x Somin team’s.

Jennie: “I’m sorry, oppa.”

Jaesuk: “That’s okay. You are alright, right? Did I hurt you?”

Seeing how wet Jennie’s eyes were, Jaesuk felt so bad.

Jennie: “I’m okay.”

After that, the third team came in front. Seokjin and Jihyo didn’t look eager to compete. While Jihyo didn’t expect to win with Seokjin as her partner, Seokjin didn’t feel excited to be partnered with Jihyo.

Seokjin: “That’s right. Let’s work, Jihyo-ya.”

Jihyo: “You can still do it, right?”

Seokjin: “Of course. I’m not that old.”

Standing side by side, Jihyo and Seokjin pulled their pants. Like a good daughter, she helped Seokjin get his old dick hard. Jihyo even needed to give him a brief blowjob to make Seokjin erect.

Jihyo: “Aigoo~”

She sounded frustrated. Seokjin could only laugh.

They finally went to the position. Jihyo knew Seokjin’s favorite position was missionary so she went down in that position. Without further ado, Seokjin penetrated and pounded Jihyo. He was slow. Watching Seokjin pound her made Jihyo let her frustration sigh once again. She was so sure they wouldn’t win. Seokjin tried his best but Jihyo didn’t even feel amused by his play.

Before the time hit the half mark, suddenly Seokjin stopped humping. Everyone asked if there was something wrong. Jihyo looked shocked. Then, he hit Seokjin’s head.

Apparently, Seokjin cum inside Jihyo. Jaesuk mocked Seokjin’s premature ejaculation. Seokjin repeatedly apologized to Jihyo and even though she was pissed, Jihyo assured Seokjin that he was safe.

Jaesuk asked the PD to provide condoms because an accident like what happened to Seokjin could happen anytime. In the other shows, when there was that kind of urgency, they usually poured outside. Seokjin said he was lucky that he was partnered with Jihyo because if he cummed inside one of BLACKPINK members, he would be killed by their fans.

PD: “Kangjeon and Jisoo, please come in front.”

Kangjeon: “Should I use a condom?”

Jisoo: “I think you should. Let me help you.”

After the staff passed her a condom, Jisoo kindly helped Kangjeon take off his pants. Looking attentive, while standing, Jisoo was stroking Kangjeon’s dick. Her hand movement was swift. Since Kangjeon was young and handsome, the picture looked different than before. Somin said Kangjeon and Jisoo looked like they came from an erotic manhwa.

Kangjeon: “You are so good with your hand, noona.”

Jisoo: “Hey, this is my job. Remember? We will win this, okay?”

Kangjeon: “Of course.”

Jisoo: “Anyway, your dick is so sturdy. I bet it will suffocate me. But, don’t go easy on me, okay?”

After making Kangjeon erect, Jisoo wrapped his dick with a condom. She looked so eager to win. On top of taking off her bottom, she even took off her top, exposing her breasts for Kangjeon to see, to help her partner keep his excitement.

Following Jihyo’s method, Jisoo wanted to do it in the missionary position. She went down and spread her legs wide. Kangjeon came between her legs easily. He put his dick inside Jisoo. Slightly, Jisoo grunted. She wanted to hide it but she couldn’t help but show that Kangjeon’s dick was a bit overwhelming for her. After she adapted to Kangjeon’s size, she nodded to her partner.

PD: “Ready… Start!”

Powerful and full of vigour, Kangjeon pounded Jisoo without holding back. His humps were merciless. By reflex, Jisoo grabbed his arms because she didn’t want to get pushed. Her breasts were jiggling violently following Kangjeon’s fast rhythm.

Jisoo: “A-aigoo! Aahh! ahhh! OOuuuhh~ It’s big!”

Kangjeon: “Noona! You aren’t shy.”

Jisoo: “Why should I be? A-ahhh ahhh ahh Anyway, good job. Keep going! Don’t drop your speed!”

The team was probably the most ambitious. Everyone could see their seriousness. The female members looked thirsty watching Kangjeon’s thick penis pounding Jisoo over and over again seeing how passionate his play was.

By the end of their turn, Jisoo’s beautiful long hair turned messy and she was out of breath. But, between her pitiful state, she was slightly smiling. Everyone could see Jisoo was satisfied with how Kangjeon wrecked her.

Proceeding to the next team, everyone thought Jongkook’s team would win big time. But, despite having great strength, he couldn’t win. The game needed stability and Jongkook was at a disadvantage. Lisa couldn’t cope with his strength. Their rhythm was a mess. Still, Lisa was smiling during their turn. She looked having fun and enjoying Jongkook’s bullying-type of sex. It might be good sex if it wasn’t a competition.

Kwangsoo and Rosé were a good match. They were stable with a good rhythm, scoring high. It would be no problem but Kwangsoo’s perverted face annoyed the hell out of the male members. He couldn’t help but express his joy for having his penis penetrating Rosé’s pussy. Even when the time was up, he didn’t stop and kept pounding the guest. Jaesuk needed to step up to stop and punish him. Of course, it was a part of their sketch.

Result

1st place: Kangjeon x Jisoo

2nd place: Kwangsoo x Rosé

3rd place: Haha x Somin

4th place: Jongkook x Lisa

5th place: Jaesuk x Jennie

6th place: Seokjin x Jihyo

The PD proceeded to have the second game without delay. By lottery, the matches had been decided.

Order

1. Kangjeon vs Rosé

2. Seokjin vs Lisa

3. Jongkook vs Somin

4. Kwangsoo vs Jisoo

5. Jaesuk vs Jihyo

6. Haha vs Jennie

As the PD asked Kangjeon and Rosé to come to the centre, Jaesuk noticed something on Kwangsoo's name tag. There was a small pink wet spot on it. But, since the game was about to start, he put his suspicion aside.

Once again, Rosé took off her shorts, revealing her smooth legs. Facing the main PD, she rested her head on Kangjeon’s front and spread her legs for the viewer to see.

Rosé wasn't shy at all. She showed the showmanship that fit her status as a global star. A confident smile bloomed as she noticed the cameras were zooming at her wonderful, well-maintained clean shaved pussy.

Jaesuk: “Rosé looks comfortable.”

Seokjin: “Kangjeon looks shy.”

Kwangsoo: “Rosé-ya! Endure it well, okay?”

Rosé: “Yes, oppa!”

After being cheered by her partner, Rosé tightened her grip, grabbing Kangjeon’s arms tight. She looked determined.

Kangjeon’s fingers dipped into her vagina. A single touch from his middle finger raised Rosé’s right eyebrow.

When the PD started the game, Rosé’s face turned cute and erotic at the same time. She gritted like a kid, holding the sensation from Kangjeon’s fingering. Trying her best, she let no groan out.

PD: “Two minutes!”

Everyone could see she looked so stressed. Kangjeon was good with his fingers. Reacting to his fingers, Rosé twisted her body left and right, making Kangjeon have a hard time.

PD: “Seven minutes!”

Rosé was holding up pretty well. No groans out, just a few cute complaints. Her pussy was now wet and started squirting. Everyone claimed that Rosé had cum but Kwangsoo argued.

Bit by bit, Rosé was drained. She started gasping. Kangjeon had been changing his hand three times because he fingered her fast non-stop and it made his fingers sore a bit.

At the mark of ten minutes, in front of the camera, finally, Rosé let out a fountain of cum. It looked glorious. She was holding her breath as she reached her climax.

The camera filmed Rosé’s exhausted face after the big cum. Just like Jisoo, she had a big smile. Kangjeon seemed so good with either his dick or fingers. Somin and the other BLACKPINK members looked thirsty at Kangjeon.

When he returned to the pack, Somin approached him and told him that he must be so good at pleasing women on the bed. Jongkook noticed that Somin was horny. Well, seeing the game and the show they were on, it was understandable if the players were horny. At that rate, Somin would ask Kangjeon to have sex with her during the break and he stopped her.

The game ran pretty long. All BLACKPINK members were quite good at enduring the fingers. Along with Jongkook, Kangjeon was at the top of the game with their strength but Rosé was able to hold on quite long and eventually placed in first place.

Result

1st place: Rosé

2nd place: Jihyo

3rd place: Lisa

4th place: Jisoo

5th place: Jennie

6th place: Somin

Current Standing

Kwangsoo x Rosé (3 running balls each)

Kangjeon x Jisoo (2 running balls each)

Jongkook x Lisa (1 running ball each)

Seokjin x Jihyo (1 punishment ball each)

Haha x Somin (2 punishment balls each)

Jaesuk x Jennie (3 punishment balls each)

Kwangsoo and Rosé were called by the PD. Everyone’s attention was on them, wondering why they were called. The PD gave them a card and together, they read what was written.

Haha: “What does it say?”

Just like Haha, everyone was curious. Kwangsoo discussed something with Rosé. Jongkook could hear that they were discussing whether to share what they knew or not.

Kwangsoo: “Hyung… There are spies. Two of them!”

Everyone looked shocked. Especially Jaesuk, because he remembered something.

Jaesuk: “AH! The suspicious stain!”

Jihyo: “What stain?”

Jaesuk: “Kwangsoo-ya! Show me your name tag!”

Kwangsoo followed Jaesuk’s command and they spotted the stain Jaesuk mentioned. When they looked around, they realized some of them had the same stain on their name tags. There were four of them with the stain: Kwangsoo, Kangjeon, Jisoo, and Haha.

Jongkook: “But, how do you know there are spies? Does the card say that?”

Rosé: “Yes. It says ‘There are two spies. Their objective is to kill everyone.’”

Jaesuk: “Water gun! I remember! It’s a water gun! It's a stain created by a water gun.”

Somin: “Then we can do a body search.”

Jaesuk: “That’s not how it works. We can’t do that. If we could do that, it would be so easy to find the spy in the previous season.”

Jongkook asked the PD about the information. The PD said that the winner of each game would get a hint about the spies. The spies won if they could shoot everyone and became the sole winner (as a group). Whoever could guess the spies at the end, they would be rewarded a running ball for each spy and the spy would get a punishment ball for each right guess.

At last, the first round was over. The PD was about to end the segment but suddenly, Haha raised his hand.

Haha: “Honestly, I was having fun with the first game. You know what I mean, right? I felt manly when I pounded Somin. So, how about an extra match?”

PD: “What do you have in mind?”

Haha: “Simple. We do it like in the first game. One-on-one. Whoever hits 30 first win. We don’t need to do it with our partner. Just whoever wants to play. We bet our balls. The winner will get the running ball or lose their punishment ball but the opposite will happen if they lose.”

PD: “How is it, everyone?”

Kwangsoo: “It’s a challenge. Call.”

Seokjin: “He just wants to fuck that sly bastard.”

Haha: “Anyone wants to participate? Kangjeon?”

Kangjeon: “Why me? I have much to lose.”

Haha: “Oh, come on~”

Together, Haha and Kwangsoo coerced Kangjeon, the maknae, to participate. In the end, he couldn’t help but follow what his hyung said. He would fight Kwangsoo, betting on one running ball.

Jihyo and Jennie volunteered to join the game to lose their punishment ball. While Jihyo partnered with Kwangsoo, Jennie partnered with Kangjeon. Jisoo came to support Jennie. She helped Jennie take off her pants and held her hand after Jennie got into her doggy position. With a smirk, Jisoo whispered something at Jennie and made her face shy.

Jennie: “I’m going to enjoy it.”

And then, the extra game began. Unlike Jihyo who was sturdy in holding Kwangsoo’s thrusts, Jennie was shocked. She was getting pushed but fortunately, Jisoo was there to catch her. In Jisoo’s embrace, Jennie held up. At first, it was just a loud groan but slowly, her voice mellowed. Unlike when Jennie did it with Jaesuk, she giggled and stuck her tongue out when Kangjeon wrecked her pussy.

Kwangsoo protested that Jisoo cheated for helping Jennie but his protest wasn’t heard. Jihyo nagged him to focus on pounding her. No rule supported Kwangsoo’s claim. It was a Running Man after all. Cheating was oxygen.

So many things happened in a short amount of time. Jennie was so excited by Kangjeon’s pounding that she started kissing Jisoo’s neck. Every pound brought her to reach a new height of madness in her mind.

But then, Kangjeon reached 30 thrusts. He stopped his march and Jennie looked so frustrated. Jisoo laughed at her because she knew how it felt. Even though Jennie won the bet, she couldn’t smile because of how frustrated she was.

After that, Haha wanted to duel too. Jaesuk came to bet his punishment ball. Jihyo wanted to partner with Haha because she had just lost and got another punishment ball from Jennie. Jaesuk then partnered with Lisa and she kindly accepted because she was too kind to refuse Jaesuk. In the end, Haha and Jihyo won. Thus, the round was wrapped.

Current Standing

Kangjeon (3 R balls)

Kwangsoo (2 R balls)

Jongkook (1 R ball)

Haha (1 R ball, 1 P ball)

Seokjin (1 P ball)

Jaesuk (4 P balls)

Jisoo (2 R balls)

Rosé (3 R balls)

Lisa (1 P ball)

Somin (2 P ball)

Jihyo (1 R ball, 1 P ball)

Jennie (2 P balls)

***

Seokjin and Haha were already on the set. They were waiting for the rest to return from the short break. After a few minutes, except Kangjeon and BLACKPINK members, everyone had gathered. Not long after, Kangjeon came with all the guests. Jennie, Jisoo, Rosé, and Lisa looked so happy and couldn’t stop giggling while Kangjeon looked tired.

Haha: “Look who just had fun?���

His remark made Kangjeon and BLACKPINK members shy. Everyone knew that Jisoo invited Kangjeon to their van. A few Running Man members passed the BLACKPINK van during the break and they saw the van shake. The male members couldn’t hide their jealousy because Kangjeon was personally invited to have a short orgy with BLACKPINK.

Jaesuk: “Kangjeon must be really good. Right, Jennie? You can stop smiling.”

Jennie: “Ah, oppa! Don’t tease me.”

Jaesuk: “You feel different when you did it with me earlier. Is it my face or–”

Jennie: “Kangjeon is just too good.”

Her jab toward Jaesuk’s skill in sex made everyone burst out laughing.

Actually, Jaesuk wanted to tease Jennie more but she was an idol and the fans hated it when their idol had sex outside the professional frame. Jaesuk even kindly asked the main PD to cut the scene that could lead to that idea.

Every single Running Man member had fun with some of the guests in the past, in secret. It wasn’t a new thing.

Jaesuk: “Apparently, there are spies among us. From the hint we have, it seems like the only way for the spies to win is to shoot everyone.”

Jisoo: “So, it doesn’t matter which position they end up?”

Jaesuk: “As long as they shoot everyone, no matter how many balls they have, they win. Our only way to fight back is to be careful. So, look out for each other's backs.”

After the Running Man members exchanged their thoughts about the spies, they were ready to listen to the PD explain the next game.

PD: “The second round is called Detective Tongue.”

Jihyo: “Do we use our tongue?”

PD: “The male member needs to strip. There are a few foods we provide and you need to choose them randomly. The other will stick a part of the food on the male member. Then, the female member will have her eyes covered. She needs to find where the parts of the food are stuck using her tongue then she needs to guess the food. Whoever guessed the fastest will win.”

Kwangsoo: “Isn’t that blatantly erotic?”

Seemed like the explanation wasn’t enough. So, they had a practice round. After they fully understood how the game worked, they were ready to compete.

PD: “The first team, please come to the front.”

Jongkook and Lisa came together. Shyly, Jongkook took off his clothes. Lisa was in awe of his big muscles and so did the other BLACKPINK members.

Lisa: “Your body is dayum, oppa.”

Jongkook: “You too, Lisa-ya.”

Haha: “I bet they are gonna fuck later.”

Jongkook: “Don’t say that.”

He was being polite but Lisa didn’t deny Haha’s random mumble.

Keeping going with the game, Lisa put a cover on her eyes. There were numerous cards the PD held in her hands and she asked Jongkook to pick three. Those cards contain the food his team would use. Jongkook and Lisa's team got cherry-flavoured ice cream, a burger, and a bowl of cold ramyun.

Kwangsoo volunteered to put the food on Jongkook. For the ice cream, rather than put a small part of it, Kwangsoo deliberately coated a small amount of its melt on Jongkook’s dick. For each food, he could only put on three different parts of Jongkok's body. Being nasty, Kwangsoo put the ketchup on Jongkook’s face and smeared it all over. Clearly, Kwangsoo enjoyed himself while Jongkook was holding his anger.

After Kwangsoo finished, Lisa was called. She was put in front of Jongkook.

Jongkook: “The one who put the food is Kwangsoo, Lisa-ya. Think like Kwangsoo.”

Lisa: “Okay, oppa. Dojeon!”

PD: “Ready… Start!”

As soon as the whistle was sounded, Lisa kneeled. Blindly, she touched Jongkook. Her hands landed on her muscular legs. Holding on to that, she located where his penis was. Carefully, she licked. Lisa felt proud because she guessed right that Kwangsoo put one of the foods on Jongkook’s dick. She felt cold on her tongue but the cherry flavour was too ambiguous, not only due to how little Kwangsoo put on it, the flavour was mixed with the salty flavour of Jongkook’s dick. Getting unsure, rather than just licking it, Lisa put his entire dick into her mouth, holding it quite long, trying to figure out the flavour but she still couldn’t know. The trace of the ice cream was gone and she needed to locate the other spot with her tongue. Lisa was frustrated. Meanwhile, Jongkook tried to be polite by holding his moans.

Lisa: “I am sure it’s ice cream… But I don’t know what flavour.”

Jennie: “Lisa-ya… Keep looking.”

Looking for the flavours, Lisa’s tongue explored Jongkook’s body. Her tongue brushed upward, slithering on the sweaty tanned skin.

Seokjin: “Isn’t the way Lisa licking is sexy?”

Somin: “It is. Even I am turned on.”

When Lisa’s tongue touched Jongkook’s left nipple, she found a flavour she recognized. It was a soup of instant ramyeon she liked. She answered it right away and the PD acknowledged the answer.

Continuing, Lisa went upward. Then, a small amount of ketchup on Jongkook’s face dropped and landed on Lisa’s face. She realized that it might have come from. Lisa licked Jongkook’s face, sweeping all the ketchup blindly. All she found was ketchup. Lisa took a guess, listing the food that used ketchup.

Lisa: “Hot dog? Pizza? Burger?”

PD: “Burger, that’s the answer.”

Lisa: “Burger? Sinjaa! How come you only use the ketchup!”

Everyone laughed at how cute Lisa showed her frustration. Meanwhile, Kwangsoo felt proud of his petty trick.

In the end, it took Lisa six minutes to figure out all the flavours.

The next team was Seokjin and Jihyo. Jaesuk, Haha, and Kwangsoo volunteered to put the food flavours. They put all of it, an abundance of it, on Seokjin’s dick.

Haha: “If the player cum, he is eliminated, right?”

When Jihyo heard Haha’s question to the PD, she figured out where they dumped the food.

Jihyo: “Those assh*les.”

Everyone laughed when Jihyo kneeled even before the game started. They praised Jihyo for figuring out which part of Seokjin’s body they dumped the food on in a sarcastic way.

Jihyo’s face was just seven cm away from Seokjin’s old dick that was wrapped with Jajangmyeon and kimchi sauce and vanilla spread.

Jihyo: “Oppa, you need to hold on, okay?”

The game started and she dived into Seokjin’s crotch without hesitation. Jihyo’s eyebrows raised when she tasted the mix of all the flavours that were dumped on Seokjin’s dick.

Seokjin: “A-ahhh~ J-Jihyo-ya~”

Jihyo: “Hold it, sinja~ Oppa~ Don’t you dare to cum!”

Furiously, Jihyo sucked Seokjin’s dick hard and made him look like he was dying. Somin said Seokjin was too old for their new concept and Jaesuk added that Seokjin needed to drink tonic from now on so he could last long in the race.

Three minutes later, Jihyo was still stuck on Seokjin’s crotch. When she felt his dick was throbbing violently, Jihyo pulled away but she couldn’t avoid being slapped by Seokjin’s cum. Jihyo’s appearance was messy, especially her hair since Seokjin’s cum was stuck on it.

The game continued in the same manner. Everyone used the Kwangsoo tactic by putting a ridiculous amount of food given by the PD. Jaesuk and Jennie came on top thanks to Jennie’s good intuition. Meanwhile, Seokjin and Jihyo, who were eliminated, were at the bottom.

The winner ended up getting a hint about the spy. It was a card with text written on it: “One of the spies has a similarity with the other spy and one of the players.”

Jaesuk and Jennie shared the hint but they couldn’t quite figure out the meaning of the hint. Before they closed the segment, Haha told them that the number of name tags that had been shot increased.

Players who got shot

Kangjeon

Kwangsoo

Jisoo

Haha

Rosé

Jongkook

Jennie

Seokjin

Lisa

Jihyo

Seokjin stressed how productive the spies were in the second round. They were too into the game that they didn’t notice.

The PD closed the segment and asked them to leave the venue and waited until the staff finished preparing the stage for the next venue.

Current Standing

1st Jaesuk (+3 R balls = 3 R balls, 4 P balls)

2nd Kwangsoo (+ 2 R balls = 4 R balls)

3rd Haha (+1 R ball = 2 R balls, 1 P ball)

4th Jongkook (+1 P ball = 1 R ball, 1 P ball)

5th Kangjeon (+2 P balls = 3 R balls, 2 P balls)

6th Seokjin (eliminated = 4 P balls)

1st Jennie (+3 R balls = 3 R balls, 2 P balls)

2nd Rosé (+2 R balls = 5 R balls)

3rd Somin (+1 R ball = 1 R ball, 2 P balls)

4th Lisa (+1 P ball = 2 P balls)

5th Jisoo (+2 P balls = 2 R balls, 2 P balls)

6th Jihyo (eliminated = 1 R ball, 4 P balls)

While everyone was busy, Jongkook approached Jaesuk.

Jongkook: “It’s Kangjeon. I saw him shoot Rosé’s name tag.”

***

After having a late lunch together, the final round was here. They stood in a row like usual–from left to right: Kwangsoo - Rosé, Jihyo - Seokjin, Jongkook - Lisa, Jaesuk - Jennie, Haha - Somin, Kangjeon - Jisoo. Jaesuk updated everyone about the race, saying that the spies were unstoppable and they needed to figure out who they were.

Jongkook used his detective instinct and told everyone that he suspected Kangjeon was one of the spies. Kangjeon countered the argument by counter-accused Jongkook but he was less convincing than Jongkook. The experienced player succeeded in putting Kangjeon as the main suspect for now.

Somin said that the second spy was probably female since the race was a couple race but Seokjin said there was a possibility of a twist like the spies were all both male.

Their conversation didn’t reach a conclusion. Everyone started pointing fingers.

They stopped when the PD started explaining the third game.

PD: “The third game is called ‘Royal Bubble’. Everyone will play on a big ring with a floor full of soap. We will play songs and you will dance. When the song stops, you will eliminate each other and stop when another song plays. You need to make your opponents cum. Whoever cum is eliminated.”

Jihyo: “I’m screwed (looking at her partner, Seokjin).”

Seokjin: “Mianhae, Jihyo-ya.”

Everyone took off their clothes before getting into the ring. Jongkook praised the staff for creating a similar ring used in MMA except it was filled with soap and it was slippery. Jennie and Somin slipped and fell even before the game started.

The ring was quite big. All the team spreading. Even without discussing it, there was a natural order in that game: the female member of each team must survive because the male members couldn’t expect themself to make the other male members cum.

PD: “Everyone’s ready?”

All: “Yes!”

PD: “Then… The last round… Begin!”

Following the PD cue, a BLACKPINK song was played. Everyone knew the song and the dance but not everyone could dance it properly. Kwangsoo’s dance looked like a psychopath with his excessive moves and expression.

During the dance, the PD could see that the game was divided into two big groups. One of them was led by Jongkook and obviously, they tried to oust Kangjeon. The other group wasn’t aware and just danced properly. When the song was stopped, they were shocked to see Jongkook, Lisa, Rosé, and Kwangsoo charging at Kangjeon. Jisoo as his partner was stuck in the other group because she enjoyed dancing too much. When she wanted to help Kangjeon, she slipped and fell. A weakling, Seokjin, saw the chance and tried to oust Jisoo. But, Jisoo gave a good fight. Frustrated, Seokjin asked Jihyo to help him.

Jisoo: “Andwae!”

Ganged by Jihyo and Seokjin, Jisoo laughed in frustration–Jihyo held her shoulders firmly while Seokjin started licking her pussy.

As if it was mirroring Jisoo’s situation, Kangjeon was pinned by Jongkook, holding his shoulders down while Kwangsoo was holding his legs. Lisa and Rosé who planned to eliminate Kangjeon rubbed the soap on the floor on themself. They appeared on top of Kangjeon with slick, shiny, and bubbly skin.

Kwangsoo: “Holy—”

Lisa and Rosé: “Let’s have fun, Kangjeon-ah~”

Both crawled onto him–Lisa from the left and Rosé from the right. They met in the middle, above Kangjeon’s crotch. With his dick in the middle, they clashed their round breasts, giving Kangjeon double titjobs.

Kangjeon: “A-ahhh~”

Kwangsoo could only watch with so much jealousy in his eyes but it wasn’t that bad because he was entertained enough by watching Lisa and Rosé’s wiggling ass.

Lisa: “Aigoo~ It’s getting hard already.”

Being pro for the job, Lisa and Rosé knew how to talk seductively–anything to oust Kangjeon.

Rosé: “Shall we?”

Rosé’s laugh was innocent and sexy at the same time. Then, they rub their labia against Kangjeon’s dick while rubbing their front at the same time. Eventually, Lisa and Rosé made a hot kiss while rubbing their breasts against each other. Due to the soap, their breasts slipped easily and it looked so hot. Kangjeon was holding his breath. It was a gorgeous view but he couldn’t fully enjoy it.

Going for the next stage, Rosé put Kangjeon’s dick inside her and started riding him while Lisa slid her crotch against Kangjeon’s abs.

Rosé: “O-oh my god! I forgot how good it was! A-aahhh~”

Lisa: “Be careful or it will be you who cum.”

Rosé: “I know. B-but… A-ahhgh! L-lisa-ya! I fucking love it.”

Closing her eyes, Rosé enjoyed her ride so much. Lisa worried that she would be ousted instead. So, they took turns. Rosé tagged out and Lisa tagged in. While resting for a bit, Rosé couldn’t stop staring at Kangjeon’s dick that Lisa was riding on.

Lisa: “F-fuck~”

Rosé: “Look at your face.”

Lisa: “I don’t care. A-ahh…”

Rosé: “Tell me when you are in danger. I’ll pull you out.”

Jongkook: “Is Kangjeon’s that good?”

As a man, Jongkook and Kwangsoo felt competitive.

Meanwhile, Kangjeon was on the verge of cumming with Rosé and Lisa riding him in turn. AS A SPY, his mission was still incomplete. There were still a few name tags he hadn’t hit. He needed to oust those names so they could get out of the ring and wear their shirt back–with the name tags attached.

When another song played, Jongkook’s group would release Kangjeon but they stuck with him and when the song stopped, they would pin him again. They did it again and again. Kangjeon lost hope.

Desperately, Kangjeon soaped himself. Jongkook started to feel slippery. In a small window, Kangjeon was able to release his top from Jongkook and then he grabbed Lisa who had her turn to ride his dick. When Jongkook pinned him down again, it was too late. Kangjeon held tight to Lisa’s right leg and started fingering her.

Rosé chose to cowgirl Kangjeon instead of helping Lisa. It was a deadlock situation and also a race between Rosé and Kangjeon.

Lisa: “OouuUuhhh~ Oahhh~”

While Lisa’s moans echoed, Jisoo was ousted by Seokjin. Even before he could celebrate, Jaesuk came and held him. His partner, Jennie, started sucking his dick. Jihyo tried to help Seokjin but Haha and Somin got her. In the end, Seokjin cummed inside Jennie’s mouth.

Back to Lisa, filled with joy, she moaned. Lisa couldn’t get away from Kangjeon. Bit by bit, she felt her crotch get tight. When it was unbearable anymore, she let it loose. Lisa cummed, and blasted her juice on Kangjeon’s face. Just a few seconds after that, Rosé felt his dick was throbbing. She finished the job by giving Kangjeon a handjob. Then, Kangjeon became the fourth to be ousted.

Jaesuk: “Ya! Seokjin-hyung! Look out for Kangjeon! Protect our name tag outside the ring.”

Feeling helpless, Kangjeon was as he walked outside the ring. His every move was monitored. He was so bold back then that Jongkook caught him doing his mission. Now, all he could do was depend on his “partner”.

Jihyo OUT!

Somin OUT!

Now, there were only Jennie and Rosé as the female members. The group was divided into two. Since the male members couldn’t oust the other male members, they depended on the female members. They didn’t have a choice but to choose between Jaesuk’s team with Jennie as their partner and Kwangsoo’s team with Rosé as his partner.

And, the one who decided the outcome was none other than Jongkook. With his physical strength, he could hold the remaining male members by himself. When he decided to join Jaesuk’s side, the winner had been decided.

Jaesuk and Haha held Kwangsoo while Jennie gave him a deadly handjob. Meanwhile, Jongkook went solo for Rosé, holding her hands tied above her head with one head while fingering her tight pussy with the other hand. Even though Rosé tried to cover her crotch with her legs, it didn’t work. In the end, she cum and was ousted.

Jaesuk was confirmed to be the winner and would receive 3 running balls together with Jennie. Haha and Jongkook decided the second place by rock-paper-scissors and Haha came out as the winner.

Current Standing

1st Jaesuk (+3 R balls = 6 R balls, 4 P balls)

2nd Haha (+2 R balls = 4 R balls, 1 P vall)

3rd Jongkook (+1 R ball = 2 R balls, 1 P ball)

4th Kwangsoo (+1 P ball = 4 R balls, 1 P ball)

5th Seokjin (+2 P balls = 6 P balls)

6th Kangjeon (+3 P balls - 3 R balls, 5 P balls)

1st Jennie (+3 R balls = 6 R balls, 2 P balls)

2nd Somin (+2 R balls = 3 R balls, 2 P balls)

3rd Lisa (+1 R ball = 1 R ball, 2 P balls)

4th Rosé (+1 P ball = 5 R balls, 1 P ball)

5th Jihyo (+2 P balls = 1 R ball, 6 P balls)

6th Jisoo = (+3 P balls = 2 R balls, 5 P balls)

After everyone cleaned rinsed the soap, dried themself, and dressed back, they stood in the frame–from left to right= Haha - Somin, Kwangsoo - Rosé, Jongkook - Lisa, Jaesuk - Jennie, Seokjin - Jihyo, Kangjeon - Jisoo.

Jaesuk checked the other name tags and he was shocked and glad at the same time–shocked that almost everyone got shot by the spy and glad that his name tag was still clean.

Jaesuk: “That’s close! Am I the only one who didn’t get shot? Did the spies fail?”

PD: “Yes, the spies failed.”

Everyone cheered. It meant that they were eligible to win the main prize, the golden marble; two marbles in total–one male player and one female player. The main PD called Jaesuk and Jennie and gave them the hint that only the first place could see. They weren’t required to share the hint but in that episode, they shared everything.

Jisoo: “What is the hint?”

Seokjin: “Please, share with us!”

Jaesuk: “So, based on what is written here, even if the spies fail, they aren’t obligated to be punished and the punishment will follow the lottery. Also, as long as one of the spies survives and one of them wins the lottery, the punishment will be nullified and the spies can win an alternative prize: a voucher for a coffee truck.”

Jongkook: “That’s generous. I can see the second spy keep hiding during the third round.”

Haha: “That’s because everyone is alerted already and protected by name tags. I can see Kangjeon restless during the game hahaha.”

Seokjin: “It was a good move that I and Jihyo held on Jaesuk’s name tag. We hid it so well.”

The PD cut their talk. She wanted them to guess the spies. Everyone almost forgot the bonus for guessing the spies. It was easy for everyone to choose Kangjeon but they had no clue about the other spy.

After that, the PD revealed the spy.

PD: “The first spy is Kangjeon!”

Jongkook: “I know it.”

Somin: “Ottoke, Kangjeon-ah. Too bad you were caught.”

Kangjeon: “I was too reckless. It’s my first time. I’ll do better.”

PD: “Everyone chooses Kangjeon. Thus, 11 penalty balls are added while 1 running ball is given to everyone.”

Haha: “Alright!”

PD: “And for the second spy…”

Rosé: “Who… Is… It~?”

PD: “Unfortunately, no one guessed right. The second spy is… Rosé!”

Standing proudly with her hands in the air, Rosé celebrated. Meanwhile, everyone was dumbfounded.

Jongkook: “That is unexpected.”

Jihyo: “Wasn’t Rosé working hard in ousting Kangjeon?”

Jaesuk: “Ah! The second hint. The similarity! Rosé - Lisa - Kangjeon. They are all maknae. Well, they can be considered as maknae.”

Jongkook: “I think Rosé had a contingency plan in case their mission failed.”

Rosé: “That’s true. I thought we couldn't clear our objective so I stayed hidden, hoping to win the lottery.”

With 6 running balls in total (+1 after she named Kangjeon as one of the spies), there was a big chance that Rosé would win. But, as if the fortune goddess mocked her, Rosé got the punishment despite having only one penalty ball.

Staying together, Kangjeon, with 16 penalty balls in total, got chosen as expected.

The penalty was a cold water slap. Giving their best until the end, Kangjeon came out with only his trunk while Rosé with a bikini and blond hair in a ponytail. They couldn’t hide how cold they felt to be that naked during the winter season.

Jisoo did the water slap for Rosé while Jongkook punished Kangjeon. While Jisoo slapped Rosé gently, Jongkook did it with all his might and made a loud slap sound. Kangjeon and Rosé trembled in the cold. They were given big towels to dry themself. The cameramen loved how vulnerable Rosé looked in that bikini while shivering. Before closing the episode, Jaesuk thanked BLACKPINK for coming.

Thus, the episode ended.

[END]

[umesakus]

𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙏.

𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗫 𝗚𝗡ⵑ𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 — nsfw (18+ only), situationship/fwb, mentions of food/eating, fem!bodied reader, reader has skin that could potentially visibly sunburn, unprotected sex, slight dubcon elements, risk of getting caught. 1.6k words.

once again, this blond bitch has managed to fuck my whole life up. this is very self-indulgent and entirely inspired by @sodaneko’s osamu fic (which is narratively happening at the same time as this <3 everyone is at the beach getting laid. as they should)

"think yer gettin' burnt," he says with faux concern as he walks up behind you and hooks a finger beneath the collar of your t-shirt, the gesture exposing a couple extra inches of warm skin for him to appreciate.

"huh?" you perk up, "no way, shut the fuck up—" your words are quick with panicked irritation, your hand smacking his own to replace it and pull the fabric out even further. you turn your head to the side and glance down at your shoulder only to be met with the sight of perfectly healthy skin, previously protected by the excess of sunscreen you had used on it earlier.

atsumu huffs a chuckle and your face goes from worried to deadpan within an instant. you kick his shin with your bare foot. "fuck off."

he'll do whatever he can to get under your non-sunburnt skin—even resort to a childish trick as you stand in the kitchen of the beach house and prepare a late dinner for yourself (well, if you can call a simple sandwich with no side "dinner") and begin to wind down for the evening after a day of fun.

the sun has mostly made its departure and you've pulled a large shirt over your swimsuit in the meantime, intent on changing into something more comfortable after you've eaten and showered, but atsumu prefers the sight of your damp bikini still soaking through the cotton.

"make me a sandwich, babe," he drawls as he leans against the counter and crosses his arms, eyes trained on your every movement after he feigns nonchalance.

you're not amused. "excuse me? i'm not your maid or your babe." you shoot a menacing look up at him before continuing with your task. "make your own goddamn sandwich. then choke on it."

thick, dark brows knit together in response. "yer so fuckin' hateful."

annoyed, you pause and point your butter knife at the tip of his nose. "only because you're all up in my grill right now."

atsumu deflates with a groan. "god i wish samu was on the grill right now."

you sympathize with the frustration—his twin brother is an outstanding cook—but he can't be expected to cater to everyone for every meal, so you're content with doing this yourself for the time being. "samu needs a break from cooking duty. just make a sandwich and shut the fuck up."

atsumu goes quiet and eyes you with a glint of mischief in his gaze as he leans in to breathe against your ear. "make me."

you pause, face devoid of expression and amusement at his behavior. 

"…are you really doing this right now?"

you turn and your nose is practically brushing against his, the lack of personal space he's giving you even more obvious now.

"mhm," he hums without shame, pressing against you and running a large palm along the back of your thigh before bearing down with a squeeze. "you look good like this."

you quirk a brow. "like what?" you ask, eyes flitting down to his lips.

"like… in the kitchen and shit."

you blink. "i will fucking kill you."

"that's not what i mean," he sighs against your tingling skin, finger toying with the hem of your bikini bottoms right below your ass. he's not trying to insert misogyny into his words this time, though it's hard not to receive it that way given his previous comment. "just… don't make me have'ta try and explain myself right now." 

atsumu is too dazed with lust to articulate any further, and you're admittedly already aching between your own thighs from where his fingers run along the slick fabric that clings to your cunt. he teases like this for several moments before pulling the clothing to the side and slipping his digits through your wet folds, pulling a soft gasp into your lungs.

"did i say you could touch me?" you pretend to complain, your breath mingling with his as he looms over your shoulder.

"no," he replies, eyes glued to your mouth. "but yer soakin' my fingers."

atsumu closes the short gap between your lips for a wanton kiss that you quickly reciprocate, offering a small noise against his tongue when the pad of his finger swirls over your clit.

you smell of salt and sand and his mind races with memories of you enjoying yourself on the beach, radiant like the sun that's long since set for the night. it was easy enough to distract himself from your allure given the extra company of friends you were in earlier, but now that you two are alone (somewhat), he can no longer stave off his hunger for you—nevermind that any one of your housemates could walk in at any moment.

so that's why you say: "make it quick."

you turn your back to the counter and reach out to feel the hard length of atsumu's cock through his shorts, his large frame already trapping you in with its desperate need for closeness. tugging the hem down to free him, you're only able to stroke up and down a couple of times before he's spreading your thighs and lifting you up onto the countertop.

"fuck, i've been thinkin' about this all day," atsumu confesses as he pulls your bottoms to the side and slides the underside of his shaft through your folds, slicking himself up and briefly prolonging the anticipation. you aren't perfectly prepped to take him, but you're dripping well enough to make it easy for him to slide in with a groan nonetheless.

surprisingly, he takes care in seeing that he doesn't go overboard with his depth or pace, but that grows increasingly difficult the longer your arms cling to him for support, your legs fitting so snug around his waist that it feels he was made to be right there between them.

atsumu steals your breath with needy kisses and chases pleasure against your hips, the world spinning around him as you squeeze him so deliciously with your heat until it feels as though he's transcended.

(and maybe it's twin telepathy, or just a coincidence, but he swears he can sense that he's not the only one getting laid right now.)

atsumu's lips attach themselves to your neck while he pants against it, fingers marking your hips as they keep you steady in place beneath the shirt you're wearing. he wants nothing more than to rip it off take a nipple into his mouth, but time is of the essence and he knows better than to push his luck too far with you.

"want you to cum on my cock," he states between breaths and kisses, working his hips in a rhythm he knows caters to you best.

"atsumu—" you start to protest, but his thumb is rolling over your clit in an instant.

"please," he begs, pouring all his focus into pleasing you, all so that he can get what he so desperately craves.

the look on atsumu's face is earnest and difficult to deny, any trace of facade cast away for this brief moment, and suddenly an orgasm doesn't seem so distant out on the horizon. he angles himself to find that perfect spot and perfect speed—one that will inevitably have you fluttering around him in bliss the longer he keeps at it.

even when he cums he doesn't stop, rocking his hips all the while and fucking his cum into you until he's certain you're on the brink, fingers digging into his shoulders with a sting as you prepare to topple over. you have to bite down on the fabric of his shirt to keep from filling the room with your cry as the wave washes over you, and atsumu's thumb still diligently presses into your swollen bud until you've finished pulsing around him.

once you've both reached a certain point of overstimulation, your movements still, lungs catching breaths and skin shivering through separate chills despite the heat of each other's bodies so close. atsumu gulps and loosens his grip.

"sleep in my bed tonight," he requests, trying to resist the urge to trace more kisses up your throat now that he's fallen into some sort of trance.

you reply bluntly, "no. you get on my nerves."

offended, atsumu scoffs. it's tinted with the trace of a pout.

you're grateful for the orgasm, but you're not as willing to take a trip through la la land with him after a quickie in the kitchen. this leaves him feeling rather somber.

you promptly push him away and slide yourself off the coutertop, reaching for a napkin to swipe up the mess that runs down the inside of your thigh. atsumu admires every swift motion before you break the silence.

you won’t leave him entirely hanging.

"now, either make a sandwich or go set up mario kart so me and baby daisy can beat your ass when i get out of the shower." you stretch your back and finish the assembly of your own sandwich as though there had never been an interruption at all, tossing the dirty knife into the sink and heading off to gobble down your food before your shower.

he wonders if maybe you should get married. (you're not even dating.)

(but he does as you say anyway.)

before you get too far, however, you stop and turn to point at the skin on his neck. "oh, and you got a sunburn by the way."

atsumu reaches up and feels the warm, red, tender skin beneath his fingertips.

so that's why it hurt so badly when you held onto his shoulders.