#I refused to use the same artist twice...

[ghost-qwq]

when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers<3

This isn't in any particular order :3 I love too many songs ehehe

SASUKE - Jhariah

Memory Merge - YonKaGor

Goodbye, Oh Goodbye - AJJ

Cicada Days - Will Wood

Stray Cat Strut - Stray Cats

[kashverse]

if there is one child that must be appreciated, it is latte. a good latte deserves cute latte art, just as much as you deserve to witness the absolute chaos that will unfold when you put your boyfriend and a delicate artform in the same room. because, naturally, you—being the genius that you are—decide that these two gifts to humanity must be combined. your boyfriend, with all his charm, skill, or in some cases, sheer unrelenting ego, should absolutely try his hand at making tiny, adorable masterpieces in steamed milk. what could possibly go wrong? …a lot. a whole lot. but you’re in too deep now. the class is booked. the milk is frothing. and your boyfriend? oh, he is about to take this way too seriously.

now, if there’s one thing sukuna cannot stand, it’s being patronized. and somehow, standing there, all six-foot-something, surrounded by people who gasp use stencils for their latte art makes him feel violently disrespected. oh, you think he needs this? you think he can’t make art out of steamed milk? please. his hands were carving flesh into art long before this instructor was even a twinkle in their ancestor’s eye. but if you thought he’d refuse to participate, you don’t know sukuna well enough. no, he takes this as a personal challenge. he learns. he perfects. and when he finally presents his latte art, it’s a perfectly detailed demon face, sharp-toothed and menacing. “oh, uh… cute pitbull!” you say, nudging him before the instructor has a heart attack. sukuna nods sagely. yes. pitbull. definitely. but when it comes to adults he despises? oh, he’s petty. that one customer who dared to critique his “overly aggressive aesthetic”? congratulations, buddy, you just drank a latte cursed with an ancient sigil. sukuna watches them sip it with a smirk, arms crossed, utterly delighted with his petty vengeance. “how’s the flavor?” he asks, smug as hell. the customer just blinks, confused. they’ll probably have bad luck for a week. or diarrhea. who’s to say?

choso, on the other hand, has an existential awakening. at first, he’s simply fascinated. art… can exist in coffee? he stares at the swirling crema, eyes widening as he processes this revelation. the instructor barely explains the basics before choso stands up, dramatically setting his cup down. “this,” he announces, “is a reflection of the fleeting nature of life.” people murmur in agreement, assuming he’s some kind of deep, artistic genius. but oh, no. he’s spiraling now. “you create it, admire it, and then—destroy it with a single sip. isn’t that cruel? isn’t that… life itself?” you have to physically drag him out before he turns the workshop into a philosophical symposium on the ephemerality of human existence.

geto, meanwhile, is here for a completely different reason. does he need to learn latte art? no. does he want to? also no. but can he use it for his own agenda? absolutely. he skips right past the cute heart and bear designs and learns how to write with milk foam. the next thing you know, you glance at his cup and see “JOIN ME” written in elegant cursive atop a matcha latte. “are you serious?” you ask. he just smiles.

“art is meant to convey a message.”

“your message is cult recruitment.”

“my message is inclusion,” he corrects. you have to sit him down and give him a long lecture on why recruiting followers through artisanal coffee is not ethical. he nods solemnly but then winks at the barista like you didn’t just spend fifteen minutes trying to knock some morality into him.

toji, on the other hand, is struggling. “this ain’t for people like me,” he jokes at first, grinning. but five lattes later, he is no longer grinning. his first attempt at a heart? roadkill. the second attempt? roadkill that got run over twice. “babe,” you say gently, looking at the cup.

“don’t,” he warns.

“i just think—”

“DON’T.”

legend says he’s still in the kitchen at midnight, aggressively steaming milk and muttering “stupid fuckin’ foam” under his breath.

meanwhile, gojo…is fighting for his life in this class. he learned latte art off of tiktok one time and now thinks he’s god’s gift to coffee. he enters the workshop smug, flicking his hair and winking at the instructor like he’s about to change the game. and for a while? yeah. he’s decent. he gets the basics down pretty quickly and flexes at every given opportunity. but then. then. some sixteen-year-old prodigy casually creates a mona lisa on their latte. gojo short-circuits. his hair literally stands on end. “this is war,” he mutters. and now he’s hyper-fixated on beating this kid at latte art, muttering “i’m the strongest” while aggressively swirling his milk foam.

but then, there’s nanami, the epitome of poise, precision, and patience. he treats the class like it’s an artform—because to him, it is. he listens intently, follows instructions meticulously, and in just one session, his latte art is restaurant-tier. and it doesn’t stop there. every morning, without fail, he hands you a latte with an intricate, handcrafted design. a heart. a tulip. one time, even a self-portrait. your local café is begging for you to convince him to quit his job and work for them instead. he refuses, of course. but now? well. you kinda can’t start your day without a perfect latte from nanami’s personal, high-precision coffee service.

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

your kind of like | h. suo

✮ tags ; fem!reader, tomboy / athlete!reader, friends to lovers, third-year suo but its not super important, mutual pining, silly shoujo tropes lol, i headcanon tsubaki using she/they pronouns

✮ wc ; 2k (??????)

✮ a/n ; based on violets request for suo + my tomboy reader delusions. reader is a himbo but a girl and i love her.

also sorry if i completely butchered this guy LOOOL

The first time Suo lays eyes on you, you're half-way up a tree - a few feet from the ground, trying to coax and old lady's cat to jump on you and come down safely.

He remembers it in great detail since it left a lasting impression. How you rolled your skirt up so it wouldn't get in your way, how your face and hands were covered in scratches - and most particularly, how you smiled the entire time. How you were loud as you clicked your tongue but soft to it once it jumped into your arms.

You had jumped onto the soles of your feet with great force but the kitty seemed calm in your arms after a while. Bright as the sun and twice as warm, you returned the cat to it's owner and then, met Suo for the first time.

You give him your name, your age, your birthday - and then ask him for the same. When he gives it to you, you clap a hand on his shoulder and tell him it's so good to meet him.

Suo does not believe in love at first sight. Koi no yokan—love at second sight, or the feeling when you meet someone that loving them is your destiny. If Suo could put a name to that feeling, it was probably that.

He was bound to love you from that very instance.

For the last two years, he's been going straight down that path with no resistance and insurmountable clarity.

It's natural for Suo to make comparatives. It's the type of person he is, the kind of fighter he sets himself up to be. Primarily a martial artists with a preference to keep calm requires strategizing.

Drawing connections comes to him as easy as breathing.

So, if he had to compare him to you, there's no end of things that make you incredibly different. Almost opposite in all ways except your decency. Compared to Suo, you are loud and brutish and strong. You're easy to read in a way that reminds him of Sakura, but denser. Your nature is tough and absurdly honest.

You don't often fight outside of your sport for one reason or another, but when you do - you prefer to tank hits instead of avoid them. Everything you feel always shows on your face.

He's never met a girl so earnest in his entire life.

He's never really met anyone like you in general.

After your first meeting, you began to get friendly with him and Bofurin in general. A student athlete in an all-girls school in the same town, you're often in the area doing odd jobs for money. You live with your brother who works in the city, and you're the youngest of your family. You're incapable of lying, even when it might benefit you and you like sweet things.

You're nice to everyone and like to chat up whoever's around, but you like Suo especially. You often ditch class to go to Furin and hang out with them and you're rarely intimidated by anyone. You're comfortable with his friends, though you seem especially fond of Nirei and Sugashita. Sakura too, though he has yet to know how to act around you even this many years later.

Your relationship is as normal as any other friendship, but maybe that's part of the problem. You treat Suo as thoughtful as you would any other friend - even when he refuses to tell you about himself. You're not hurt by the fact he's got walls up so high, and you don't hound him when he can't be straight with you.

You understand Suo as a friend and don't bother with any other details. You just.. get him. So effortlessly. And even when you don't, nothing changes.

The nature of Bofurin after all, leads Suo to fights that leave him in emotional tatters. Moments where anyone else would ask to open up, you remain steadfast. Your friendship is a lot like you, sturdy beyond his understanding

(Countless times, Suo has shown up at your door unannounced - often covered in bruises and battered. You worry and anger, but you always let him. Take care of his wounds, let him borrow your shower. Even going so far as sneaking him into your room when your brother was home, just so he didn't have to be alone with his thoughts.

He can't count how many times he's slept across from you in your bed. Dense. An honest idiot. A girl with no self-preservation who's letting a guy sleep alongside her with no care.

Suo always feels apologetic the next morning and you smile and go along like nothing happened. It might've been true in your case, but in his - he fell in love a little more each time.)

Because you're that way - Suo finds it hard to deal with his feelings. With the enormity of them, the intensity of them. You're not totally clueless - but when people talk about relationships or dating, it always seems like it has nothing to do with you.

If you were anyone else, he thinks it'd be easy to confess to you. If you had been another girl, or less of a friend.

But it's you. The bright, earnest, tough, you. He can't even bring himself to flirt with you or treat you idly despite how much he likes you. He knows better than anyone how good you are, and can't pretend to be anything less than honest about it. He adores you so utterly that it'd be pointless to even try to pretend to have the advantage.

He can be a tease. A flirt, if he wants to be. With anyone else it'd be easy. But with you, the love is so genuine it's impossible. He just wants to cherish you. Wants to shower you in affection, wants to spoil you and give you all of his time.

Friends is such a hard line in the sand. The minute Suo crosses it, there's never going to be anyway to go back to how you were before. He's been careful in being content with just friends, because he'd rather keep you in his life than not have you at all by scaring you away with his feelings.

He thinks it'll all be fine until Nirei tells him word on the block about a recent confession.

__

"A kouhai from a different team asked you out?"

Suo reaches out to wipe the grain of rice from the corner of your mouth as you eat onigiri. Your carelessness endears him but he's too distracted by the rumor to pay it any mind. You nod, swallowing with a sip of water.

"Uh-huh. Akira-kun. Dun' know his first name, but he's a good kid. Super tall for being younger, though."

Suo was sure he would never have to worry about this since you went to an all-girls school. To think you'd get a confession from a fellow student athlete, a boys member of an opposing team. He tries not to get irritated at the thought.

"Are you interested in him?"

You pause. Suo feels his heart race before you answer with a shrug and continue to eat your bento.

"Dunno the guy enough to like 'im. He seems nice. I told him as much but he said that was fine," You pick at the veggies in your bento, taking a bite out of one. "So he asked me on a date instead so we could get to know each other."

"Oh?" Suo forces himself to smile and keep his voice even. "Are you going to go?"

You nod and Suo feels his heart stop. Shit.

"Really? I'm surprised."

You hum. "Well, you know, I've never been on a date," You say, suddenly smiling. You look so genuinely happy Suo can't bring himself to be totally upset. "But, it sounds super fun! We're gonna go to a batting cage in another prefecture."

He looks at you in surprise. "A batting cage?"

"Well, he thought I'd like that more than other date ideas, but I'm not all that picky since I've never been."

"You already talked about it a lot then."

"Uh-huh. He laughed when I said I wanted to go eat meat after. Said that was just like me... somehow I don't get it, but I'm happy anyway. I hope it'll be fun."

Suo smiles his best business smile and tells himself beating the shit out of his friends kouhai for flirting with her is wrong. "Hm. Are you prepared to go on the date?"

"You sound like Tsubaki-chan," You lament. "She made me go get nice clothes and everything."

....

"She did, huh? That sounds just like her. Did Kotoha-san go too?"

"Mhm. They just picked it out for me since I'm not good with any of that. Tsubaki-chan is so beautiful so I trust her."

"Mm,"

"What's wrong?"

You're looking at him with such clear eyes it makes Suo guilty. He knows if he says nothing now, you'll drop it without question. That's just how you are. But for once he doesn't really want to drop it. It's too impulsive and entirely rash but he really...

"You know, if you wanted go on a date - I could've just taken you."

You pause then grin a little. "Dates are for people in like, you know."

Of course you would assume it was a joke. Suo pauses, suddenly looking serious.

"So, if I told you I liked you - would you consider going on a date with me?"

"Sure," You smile because you definitely still think he's joking. But it's a pretty, honest smile anyway. "But Suo-kun doesn't need to ask me for anything. We can always just go together."

He still himself as he scoots in closer to you where you sit, pushing your lunches out of the way and closing the distance to look at you closer. You blink in surprise but don't back away or flinch.

"I'm being serious you know?" He hums softly. It's less hard to say than he thought, but maybe it's because he's already been willing to put everything on the line for you from the start. "I really like you. In that way."

You blink. "...Huh?"

He can't help himself. He'll apologize later. Your breath is warm and soft when he leans in and presses his lips to yours for too long. You don't push him away, uncannily receptive to the touch. You taste salty. Suo kisses you for as long as you'll let him and pulls away only for breath.

He isn't sure what he's expecting, but the jump from pure shock to pure embarrassment surprises him. You put a hand on your shoulder, jaw open in disbelief.

"....So it was like that," You mumble, in shock. "It was... really like that?"

"For a long time, now"

"I also like Suo-kun, but how shocking."

Suo stares at you. "Are you sure your like and my like are the same? I get the feeling that -"

You press your lips to his as if to prove a point, pulling away and brushing it off just as quickly. He can feel the heat rise to his neck in immediate disbelief. You frown at him "Between us, I'm the one who's good at being honest so don't be like that,"

He just... stares. He's elated but completely confused. "Why didn't you confess earlier?"

You smile sheepishly. "Being your friend is also good, so I was okay with not changing it. It's hard to tell what you're thinking and I didn't think it was important."

He laughs in disbelief, dropping his head down to your shoulder. He didn't think he would be this happy. He didn't even think it was possible. "How could that not be important?"

"You're more important to me than that," You say easily, though he can hear your beating from where his head is. "I'm happy we like each other but I care the most about Suo-kun's feelings and being with you since you're important to me. I want to be with you for a long time."

Ah. In some regards, it seems like Suo is never going to be able to one-up you. He laughs in disbelief as his arms snake around your waist, crushing you more tightly in his arms than he can bear. You giggle so sweetly when he does he thinks he might really be done for. His usual demeanor comes in easy, calm and collected but absolutely estatic.

"It sounds like a proposal." He mumbles, almost lovesick.

"We could get married but you have to ask my brother first."

Suo laughs brightly against your neck. "Be less casual about something like that," And then a little softer. "But yes, we'll stay together as long as you want."

He holds you like that a little bit longer.

[sscieloz]

A million miles away

Minatozaki Sana x member!reader

Synopsis: you’re fine. The group is shooting for their latest comeback, and you’re doing great in putting up a strong front. Until you’re not.

Warnings: hurt/comfort. mentions of blood, anxiety attacks. self-harm

Word count: 1.7k

Notes: -

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7

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You were positively sure you were going to throw up anytime soon.

Your unnies had been kind enough to let you be the first one to get your makeup done for their photoshoot. Even though the feeling of the brushes against your skin seemed too overbearing at times, you made sure to remain still and did an excellent job of allowing the makeup artists to fuss over your skin until they thought you were pretty enough. Even now, you resisted the urge to clear out of all the layers that covered your endless imperfections.

It had taken forever to hide the dark circles under your eyes, your hollow cheeks, your dullness, colorless, and dehydrated skin, but magic had been made. At the current moment, you’ve been fussed until you looked exactly like the doll you were before your rotten soul went on display.

Nothing but delicate and pristine, with perfect posture and unfocused eyes that stared through the blank wall.

Stunning.

“You look so beautiful, baby.” Momo’s voice snapped you out of your trance, like a beacon during a heavy storm. The Japanese woman ran her fingers through your long, thin hair, smiling like they lived a simple life. “I’m so glad you’re here with us. You’re doing amazing.”

That was Momo: a light, funny, and bubbly spirit. Somehow, one look from her had always been enough for you to calm down. As the maknae, you’ve always been so glad for that.

“All I did so far was get my makeup done.” You teased, with closed eyes as you leaned onto Momo’s touch. As a response, Momo’s hands went to you waist, urging you to her lap while she made sure to turn the stylist’s life much more difficult by kissing the top of your head with reverence.

The older members were always so gentle… almost like the you were going to break if they such as spoke harshly. Which was partially true, as much as you hated to admit it.

You were weak. Weak of body, of mind, of soul.

A burden. Talentless who—

“And you’ve done it beautifully.” Momo's answer came in a heartbeat, praising you like it was her second nature. “We’re very proud. All of us.”

Jeongyeon chimed in before you could argue against it, nodding with fervor. “It wouldn’t be the same if we weren’t doing this all together. You’re our missing piece, Y/n. Twice is made of ten people, and we love you so much.”

Being showered with compliments by your bandmates wasn’t, by any means, something new. Yet, you found yourself blushing like the first time you had ever heard such words come out of their mouth. Their reassurance warmed up your chest and healed you in ways you didn’t even think were possible. The oldest members’ reassurance offered small, warm fragments of calmness in an ocean of heavy thoughts.

I am loved. I am needed. I am enough.

Now, you just needed to believe that.

Suddenly shy, you gave Momo a playful hit. “Stop praising me so much, unnies.” You turned your head, refusing to face them. “Don't you have anything else to do? Stop hovering around…”

Unfortunately, the two women piled up in your makeup booth thought you were the most adorable being in the world. Upon your comment, they started tugging your cheeks and making cute faces, muttering how adorable you were just by existing, leaving you both bothered and flustered.

Growing up as a trainee, vocal coaches, and dance instructors have always recognized your talent. Their discourse included how talented you were and how, due to that, you shouldn’t be praised in any circumstances. They’d go on about how receiving compliments would leave you too sweet-toothed, too rotten. The knowledge and awareness of yourself as the most skilled trainee would have you grow into a careless, sloppy artist, in their minds.

Reckless even. They’d always repeated that same phrase, during evaluations and conversations; it was a mindset you only know judged rather cruel to impose on a child.

Although for now, you just wished your bandmates would stop making a big deal out of literally every small action of yours. It was tiring and made you feel a bit ashamed— completely useless, and their lousiness reminded you that.

In the end, you weren’t even capable of doing small chores everyone performed so effortlessly.

“Fine.” Nayeon joined in the conversation, giving you a bear hug before going to her assigned spot, while the staff prepared her brushes and palettes. “But only because you asked so sweetly, Y/nnie.”

Her tone, drenched with irony, was nothing new to you, who can’t help but smile. It was easy to forget about yourself amidst your bandmates. There were simply so many personalities, so many unique, loving people talking at once and creating a comfortable kind of chaotic ambient you couldn’t help but smile and joke around them, too.

You played with Boo, talked to Jihyo about the leader’s vacation plans, and had a good time while the others prepared for their solo shots for their comeback EP before everyone was ready for the group ones.

For a while, you forgot about your issues, with the foolish mistake of thinking you were fine. That everything was fine, without any troubles. That you weren’t at all troubled. The issue.

You were merely a shattered cup of glass, hanging on the edge of a sharp table. So eager to break and crash into a million pieces. Which you would, with such thing as the wind.

It happened in an instant, then.

In a second, you were surrounded by love, laughing with your girls, and then you blinked. The world turned grey and there was this pain pressing over on your chest— an unbearable feeling that pulsated against your sternum to your throat and blocked your airways until you were nearly not breathing. It was all just too much.

This wasn’t an unknown feeling. You were well familiar with this emotional pain that; one so strong it evolved into something physical and real, so very real.

You gulped, urging the bile to make its way back to your stomach as you got up and murmured something about a full bladder. Despite your vision going black, with small white dots dancing around your eyes, you managed not to stumble your way to the bathroom. Once the door was properly locked, you gripped both ends of the sink until your fingernails burned, and only then, your allowed yourself to get lost inside your troubled mind.

Surely there was nothing they could do to fix the mess out of your makeup now. Mascara traces rolled freely down your once cherubic cheeks as you bit your hand to keep the sobs from becoming too loud. Everything was just so wrong: from the clothes you wore to the muffled noise outside the bathroom.

Or perhaps you were the only one who was “all wrong”.

Your clothes clung suffocatingly tight to your body, trapping yourself inside your bones in a way that had you tugging and pulling until your skin was red and marked, unsuccessfully trying to rip them off.

Too many things were happening at once, and you couldn’t breathe. There had to be a way out, you needed out. The world was moving too fast for you, who have always been so slow. Slower than everyone.

The rented studio's bathroom was massive. It had everything the idols could need: a big sink, an illuminated mirror, an elaborate vase, a bathtub, and most important, a pretty big shower. Without much thinking, you crawled inside, shutting the glass door and sinking on the cold, ceramic floor.

With a deep breath, you tried to apply the grounding techniques Jihyo taught you, days prior. All of which was useless against your restless, mess of a mind. Still, you insisted on mouthing the phrases with trembling lips, repeating like a mantra:

Five things I can s—see. One: t—the shower’s head. Two: the, uhm, the…

“Y/n? Are you alright in there?” A soft voice called for you, from the other side of the locked bathroom. Sana’s, naturally.

Sana has always been more attentive than the others, especially after your brief conversation on Jeongyeon’s charity gala. You knew Sana blamed herself for disregarding your emotions, at the time. Even after you reassured her it wasn’t that big of a deal, Sana still brought it up constantly. She won’t ever forget about it.

Therefore, she’ll never leave you alone either.

You wished for the strength to answer. To put up a strong front, and scream back asking for five more minutes or anything that made Sana back the fuck off. Instead, your tangled fingers rubbed against your scalp as you pulled, over and over, and harshly enough that your scalp was burning immediately after. although, at least you were feeling real pain. You’d take anything over that massive lump in your chest.

The stimulation worked, distracting you enough from yourself that you managed to block any sounds coming from outside. You decided, then, that you needed to hurt more to keep your emotional pain away.

Your freshly applied acrylics seemed fit for the job: You ran them repeatedly against your skin until the porcelain had turned into bright, vivid red. You did it on your arms, back, thighs, and everywhere your able to reach until the banging on the door was loud enough to grab your attention.

“Y/n?” Another voice pleaded, now. Hard, strong, and urgent, like a leader barging commands. “Y/n, open this door.” Despite the politeness in Jihyo’s voice, there was a certain edge to it. “Right now.

It didn’t take Jihyo a heartbeat to add, perhaps too keen on your body language without even being able to see how you shrinking under yourself. “You’re not in trouble, baby. We just want to see you. Would you open the door, please? Like a good girl.”

That had your immediate attention. You were good. Desperately wanted to be a good girl for your unnies.

Still trapped in a foggy haze, you crawled forward in the shower session until you were met with a closed glass door. Standing without thinking think much further, you closed your hands in a fist and hit them against the glass door, in hopes of solving your problem and opening it so you were able to open the main bathroom door and finally do as told to make your unnies happy. When your first try was unsuccessful, you did it again, and again you were frowning at the blood that erupts from your fist to your elbow.

The last thing you recalled was your own scream, as you succeeded in breaking the glass that reminded you so much of your broken soul.

[oddrobyn]

Against my wishes, It’s still being dragged on.

(Screenshots at the end)

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This is going to be a little more informal, because honestly, I don’t want to drag this out longer than I have to. I made it clear - twice - back in February that I just wanted this situation to end. Despite my efforts to stay quiet and hope it would fizzle out, the person who’s been spreading false information about me hasn’t stopped. Instead, they’ve continued nonstop using alt and burner accounts, all while accusing me of being the one who won’t let it go.

He’s been reblogging posts from his alt Tumblr accounts (some of which have thankfully stopped), clearly trying to bury or discredit the evidence that shows his harmful behavior. He’s done this almost every single day - like clockwork.

He’s also used burner accounts to DM people in the official Pathea server, spreading hurtful and completely untrue claims about me. When one account was reported and removed, another popped up almost immediately and carried on the same behavior. Now, he's taken this to Reddit, where (according to multiple people who've reached out to me) he’s messaged nearly everyone who has commented on or interacted with my posts - mere hours after I created an account to share my artwork.

It’s uncomfortable for the people who received these unsolicited messages and felt they had to tell me. It’s uncomfortable for me to have to address this again. And I imagine it’s uncomfortable for moderators who have to deal with reviewing these situations - especially when this is coming from an adult who absolutely should know better.

Despite everything, I’ve made countless efforts to stay silent, hoping the situation would eventually pass. I’ve been fully aware of what’s been happening this entire time, but I chose to stay quiet in an attempt to de-escalate and move on.

I know about your alt accounts - on Reddit, on Discord, and the anonymous messages you and/or your friends sent to the owner of the My Time Tumblr zine, clearly trying to get me removed from the project.

I have screenshots from multiple people you messaged about me. Even though you were using alt accounts, they recognized you immediately - they didn’t even need to ask me. They quickly found the links between you and your burner accounts. They’ve reported you - and they’ll keep reporting you. I’ve been forced to report you as well, because I can’t keep ignoring it when nearly every other week, someone sends me more evidence of you hiding behind a burner and obsessively trying to paint me as a terrible person.

When the Sandrock voice actors called you out, it didn’t stop you.

When you lost your moderator role on the Pathea subreddits after your behavior was exposed, it didn’t stop you.

When a document full of screenshots was posted - showing your history of harmful actions, including you doxxing people and weaponizing the attempted suicide of an artist (which you falsely blamed on me and my friends, only for that artist to publicly call your claims false) - even that didn’t stop you.

When your Tumblr burners posted falsified evidence against me, then deleted the replies calling it out and blocked anyone who showed proof - you kept going.

Even when Pathea themselves had to issue a vague statement about “ongoing tension” affecting the community - it still didn’t stop you.

At this point, I genuinely don’t know what will. You've taken this across multiple platforms, and you continue targeting me from alt accounts. I can’t express how exhausting, frustrating, and deeply hurtful it is to be subjected to this over and over again. I’ve tried so hard to let this go, even knowing you’d never apologize or admit to anything. But you refuse to stop. I don’t even know what could possibly fuel the amount of hatred it takes to go this far.

Leaking my private mental health diagnosis in a public server with hundreds of people wasn’t enough? You think deleting the conversations hides it? It doesn’t. People saved those messages. They saw what happened. They know what you said. You can try to erase it, but it’s already out there - no matter how many times you claim it’s “edited.”

To the friends who’ve defended or excused this behavior: If you genuinely care about him, please be honest with him. Let him know when it’s gone too far. Enabling this and silencing the people who’ve been harmed has only pushed him to go further. If you truly want to support him, help him get the help he needs before more people get hurt.

The only reason I haven’t named you - despite your own friend publicly outing you in an attempt to twist and dismiss my vague request to be left alone - is because I still wanted to give you a chance to stop. But at this point, I probably don’t even need to say your name. Everyone already knows what you’re doing.

So, I’m asking you one last time:

Please stop and own up to your lies.

This isn’t a call out with the intention of sending any sort of hate towards him. This is my last option in addressing him directly (since I know he’s been keeping an eye on me, or at least his friends have been and report to him) as well as letting it be known what is going on in case anyone else has received untrue messages about me. Please do not harass him or send any hate messages towards him over this. What he did/ is doing was horrible, so please do not do the same. If you receive any messages about me that resemble the ones I’ve shared below, please report them to Pathea. It helps them take action and remove these fake accounts.

[deepdreamnights]

Using Vidu to Make Character Turnarounds

Disclosure: I am in the Vidu Artist Program.

Having (at the very least) front and back reference greatly improves the quality of character image prompting. And very often, one finds that they were lazy and only got a couple of bits of character reference. Or they have tons of it in the wrong art style.

A character like Wally Manmoth requires some good reference to work right.

Now, it's not that hard to prompt up something that matches close enough and then modifying the stuff manually until it works, such as I did with TriceraBruce and DeinoSteve:

You can tell Steve's the bad boy because he's got a cool rip in the back of his jacket.

But for Wally, I decided to try out Vidu as a means of getting turnaround frames.

So I loaded Wally's front-view pic (above) into the image-to-video feature, and prompted with:

vintage traditional animation scene (1985) humanoid mammoth/furry elephant wearing a red hawaiian shirt and blue shorts, by filmation and sunbow productions, 90s colors, friendly on green background, streamlined black line art with cel shaded vintage cartoon color, official media, character design fullbody shot on green background. The mammoth-anthro starts facing the camera, turning around to face away from the viewer, providing a view of his back.

I gave it two shots at the 720x quality setting (12 points per, total of 24), and got:

Huh. Weird it happened twice, etc.

This demonstrates both that the tech is viable for this use, and the reason you'd want to have that multi-view reference. The robot clearly assumes that a luau shirt would have a large print on the back, whereas wally's is a more basic print. That's ultra easy to fix, though.

I started by exporting the last frame of each (or close to it, picking the one that looks cleanest)

While its image editing features and often touch-and-go, one thing the Midjourney edit feature has going for it is it's utility as an upscaler. You load the image in, make your tweaks (just a little bit of background if you're just upscaling) and then upscale and at the very least you have 2048x2048 worth of resolution.

I used the midjourney edit process, that got those two images to the following state, as a test.

The results are good, but getting the large trees to erase-and-replace out took several attempts, and just doing it in photoshop then using the editor to upscale would have been faster.

This is why we do tests.

I went with the slightly-at-an-angle one for the main reference sheet. I'll be keeping the straight-on-back-shot in case it winds up being useful for specific scenes down the line.

In photoshop, I touched up the shirt print, made sure the colors where consistent, and simplified the hair coloration to something more period-plausible.

No more giant trees on the back! On the other hand, I think the feet sprouting toes on the heel is going to be something I'll be fixing frame-by-frame until there's another revision.

Human characters will induce these issues less often. I just stick with my genre of choice.

Midjourney was not cooperating with TyrannoMax (it really doesn't like giving him the proportions I like, preferring to make him a weird big-head salamander), so I went the same direction, resulting in this stage 1 front/back:

Only Midjourney refused to work with it, at all. Declaring everything that came out of it too lewd for its internal censor. Apparently, this hunky relative of cheesasaurus rex is too sexy for general consumption. Nevermind that it's a cartoon lizard in a shade tangello orange.

The workaround is too dumb for words.

Slam the hue slider until it's off anything that could be perceived as a human skintone.

Then make the modifications. Here I had to rework the leg several times, and do a lot of tweaking to remove-overinking. Then I popped it back out, droped it back into lineart, re-colored it, and and composited it back together:

And voila, a front and back for Max. I shortened his tail, as the longer tails have been causing problems with confusing the image prompting systems. The armor skirt has scallops to accommodate the tail, which looked better more consistently than the flaps folding around the tail.

The results are, thus far, encouraging.

Of course, if the back of your character has any unexpected details, you're going to have to add those in after the fact or include them in the prompting, and you're going to be making a lot of edits regardless (as you should).

Oh, and Max has a sword now.

A blade of amber crystal with a fossilized femur grip and a faceted dino-eye that should be far enough away from the Eye of Thundera for safety. A roleplay-toy friendly trademark weapon, usually a sword, was a must-have for 80s action-adventure lines despite the fact that you'd never see it used on anything that wasn't a robot, living statue, or skeleton.

Thus the sword's gimmick is it cleaves through non-living matter with ease but anything BS&P doesn't want subjected to a stabbin's is encased in amber crystal: locked in place if partially encased, put into suspended animation if fully encased. A nice, nonlethal use for a magic sword.

It's proportioned like a gladius, but is generally interpreted as larger, approaching a broadsword, in keeping with the generally ridiculous blade sizes of kidvid fantasy. They're just more fun when they're stupidly huge.

Is "Sword of Eons" too on the nose?

[luckyroll3]

The Art of Seduction

My Masterlist

Summary: Hyunjin is a passionate artist who likes to be kept. He encounters Evelyn Moore, the socialite known for ‘sponsoring’ hot, young talent. Drawn to his talent and undeniable allure, Evelyn offers him a lucrative arrangement—her financial support in exchange for his companionship. Hyunjin accepts but refuses to be fully owned, turning their dynamic into a game of power, seduction, and control.

Hyunjin x Original Character (f); Hyunjin x Original Character (m); Hyunjin x Jeongin; Smut

Warnings: This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only. Includes explicit sexual content, graphic language, sex work, etc. Author chooses to not extensively tag in order to preserve some elements of storytelling.

Word Count: 16,685

A/N: Second of my two Hyunjin birthday fics. This is the dirty one. (The cute one can be found here.) Enjoy!

Also, this is in the same universe as my other story Chef's Kiss (Evelyn Moore is the owner of Saffron and Thyme).

The gallery hummed with the quiet murmur of conversation, the clinking of champagne flutes, the soft shuffle of designer heels against polished marble. Evelyn Moore had been to countless events like this—lavish showcases where the elite mingled, pretending to understand the art they purchased more for status than appreciation.

Evelyn stepped into the gallery, and the room shifted, drawn into her orbit. Her hair was swept into a dark halo, her skin luminous under the soft lighting. Hyunjin watched as she paused, her gaze arrested by the portrait that dominated the far wall. The painting had stopped her in her tracks. He felt a thrill as her lips parted, and he wondered if she was aware of the eyes following her every move, or if she cared.

The painting was a clash of vivid strokes and raw emotion, an abstract portrait, undeniably sensual that seemed to pulse with life. It was the first thing anyone saw when they entered the gallery, but it was more than just its size that commanded attention. Deep strokes of crimson and black melded into the suggestion of a body, the barest hint of parted lips, a hand pressed against unseen skin. It wasn’t just art. It was desire captured in motion.

Evelyn moved closer, drawn in by the chaos of color and texture. Her expression was one of intrigue, and she tilted her head, studying the way the lines seemed to twist and turn in on themselves, almost like they were moving. Hyunjin had poured himself into the piece, and seeing her captivated by it sent a jolt of satisfaction through him. He imagined the way it must look through her eyes—untamed yet controlled, beautiful yet unsettling.

He approached her, his movements fluid and unhurried. His voice, smooth and laced with amusement, interrupted her thoughts. “You like it?”

Evelyn turned, her dark eyes meeting his. She blinked, a flicker of surprise passing over her features as she took him in.

Hyunjin Hwang was stunning—long, wavy, ink-dark hair tied loosely at the nape, sharp cheekbones, and full lips curled into a smirk that suggested he knew exactly what effect he had on people. He was young, mid-twenties, with an effortless confidence that most men twice his age could only pretend to possess.

Hyunjin was used to that reaction, the way people often paused, recalibrating when faced with his striking appearance. He let it hang in the air between them, a moment of silent recognition, before speaking.

“I do,” Evelyn said, lifting her glass to her lips.

"It's always interesting to see which pieces draw people in," Hyunjin said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Her gaze lingered on him, and he saw the spark of curiosity there, mingling with something more. "It's stunning," she replied, her voice smooth and cultured. "And completely unlike anything I've seen before."

Hyunjin took a step closer, letting the proximity build a subtle tension. "I'm glad it caught your eye."

Evelyn's lips curved, an elegant arc that spoke of amusement and interest. She leaned in and peered at the label to the right of the canvas to read the artist’s name. "Hyunjin Hwang," she said, the name rolling off her tongue with a familiarity that suggested she'd done her homework. She eyed him. "Your reputation precedes you."

He gave a small, playful shrug, as if to say he couldn't help it. "I could say the same, Evelyn Moore."

Her laugh was soft, a mere suggestion of sound. "I suppose that's true." She glanced back at the painting, then at him. "It's yours, then."

"Every last stroke," Hyunjin confirmed, watching her reaction carefully. She was everything he'd expected—poised, confident, and utterly unflappable. But there was a gleam in her eyes now, a new interest sparked by the realization that the artist was as captivating as the art.

“It’s… provocative. And absolutely stunning. Though I imagine that’s exactly what you expected to hear.”

Hyunjin chuckled, tilting his head as he studied her with an intensity that sent a slow heat curling through her stomach. “Not necessarily. People either love my work or think it’s indulgent nonsense.” His gaze flickered back to the painting. “I paint what I feel. If that resonates, then great.” He looked at her again, this time with something unreadable in his expression. “I take it you like the way I feel.”

Evelyn arched a brow. Bold. She liked that.

Evelyn's eyes darted between him and the canvas. "The raw emotion," she said finally. "It's... visceral. Primal. Like looking at the essence of desire made tangible."

Hyunjin felt a thrill run through him at her words. Most people saw only the technical skill, the composition. But she got it, the core of what he was trying to convey.

"That's exactly what I was going for," he said softly. "Stripping away pretense, exposing the animal beneath the clothes and manners."

Their eyes met and held. Hyunjin could practically feel the electricity crackling between them.

Evelyn broke the silence first. "You're very talented, Mr. Hwang. And..." her gaze raked over him again, unabashedly hungry this time. "Clearly your own best model."

Hyunjin laughed, low and throaty. "I do enjoy... exploring the human form. In all its variations."

He let the silence stretch, comfortable and charged.

Before she could respond, another voice chimed in, breaking the moment.

“Hyunjin, are you flirting with a potential buyer again?”

A young man—shorter, bright-eyed, with tousled dirty blond hair—grinned as he joined them. Jeongin moved with an easy grace, his slight frame clad in a mix of thrifted designer and streetwear. A beanie perched on his head, contrasting with the sharpness of his wire-rimmed glasses. His energy was playful, easy. He nudged Hyunjin with his elbow.

“Evelyn Moore, meet my best friend and the real troublemaker of this gallery,” Hyunjin introduced, rolling his eyes. “Jeongin Yang.”

Evelyn extended a hand, offering Jeongin a knowing smile. “Charming to meet you. Are you really the troublemaker?”

Jeongin shook her hand, his grip firm yet teasing. “Only in the best way.” He gestured toward a collection of framed photographs behind him. “I specialize in capturing the world through my lens. Less paint, more light.”

“He’s a phenomenal photographer,” Hyunjin cooed. “I think you’d really like his stuff.”

Evelyn arched a brow, her interest clearly piqued by the newcomer. "Photographer, huh?"

Jeongin cast a quick glance at Hyunjin, a silent acknowledgment of his friend's promotional efforts. "Guilty as charged," he said, his tone dry and playful. "But don't hold it against me."

Evelyn laughed, the sound fuller this time, and Hyunjin could see the way she assessed Jeongin as her gaze swept over him—sharp and quick, taking in his understated artistic style and the quiet ambition beneath. She was intrigued, and he knew she wouldn't resist taking a closer look at what Jeongin had to offer.

"Jeongin here is incredibly talented," Hyunjin said, placing a hand on the small of Jeongin's back. He savored the familiar warmth and he knew Jeongin secretly liked it when Hyunjin touched him like this. "His work captures the raw, unfiltered essence of his subjects. It's really quite remarkable."

Jeongin quirked an eyebrow. "Don't oversell it, Jinnie. I just point and click."

Hyunjin laughed, the sound rich and musical. "Ever the humble artist."

"If this one’s talking up your work," Evelyn said, her gaze flicking between the two of them, "then I'm curious."

"Then we should show you. Come." Hyunjin replied, grabbing her hand firmly to lead her deeper into the gallery. “I think you'll be impressed, Evelyn.” He walked with purpose, Jeongin and Evelyn flanking him, the three of them an eclectic trio that turned heads as they passed.

Evelyn walked over to the wall, taking in Jeongin’s work—striking black-and-white images with a raw, almost voyeuristic intimacy. She wasn’t sure she would have bought one before, but something about Hyunjin’s lingering gaze on her made her want to indulge them both.

They stopped in front of a large-format black and white photograph, its composition striking and evocative. It depicted a nude figure, their face obscured, curled in on themselves as if in pain or ecstasy. The play of light and shadow emphasized every curve and plane. Jeongin's eye for detail was evident in the way the image seemed to tell a story, layers of meaning and emotion captured in a single frame. Evelyn stood in silence, absorbing the piece with the same intensity she'd shown for Hyunjin's work.

"Exquisite, isn't it?" Hyunjin murmured in her ear, his eyes on Evelyn's face to gauge her reaction.

She stepped closer, drinking in the details. "It's beautiful," she said finally, and Hyunjin saw the way Jeongin's face lit up, pleased and a little surprised by the praise. "Evocative. There's an undercurrent of vulnerability, yet also strength. Quite compelling."

"Thank you," Jeongin replied, his voice sincere and a touch shy. "It's called 'Duality'," he said quietly. "An exploration of the masks we wear and the truths we hide."

Evelyn's lips curved into a slow smile. "How much?"

Hyunjin blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so direct. But then, Evelyn Moore, from what he had heard, was a woman who knew what she wanted.

"It's not actually for sa—" Jeongin began, but Hyunjin cut him off with a subtle squeeze to his arm.

"I'm sure we could work something out," Hyunjin said smoothly. "Jeongin's work is in high demand, but for the right collector..." He trailed off suggestively.

Evelyn's eyes gleamed. "Name your price."

Hyunjin could practically see the wheels turning in her head. This wasn't just about the photograph – it was a power play. Evelyn's choice was deliberate, a move to endear herself to him, to curry favor with him by supporting his friend, investing in his friend's success. Clever. It was a gesture that showed her understanding of the dynamics at play, and he found himself even more drawn to her because of it.

He grinned, then named an obscene amount, more than triple what the piece was actually worth, knowing that Jeongin would undervalue himself. Evelyn didn't even blink.

"Done," she said, reaching into her clutch for her checkbook. "I look forward to hanging it in my penthouse. Perhaps you could both come by sometime to see how I've displayed it."

The invitation hung in the air, laden with possibility. Hyunjin felt a thrill of anticipation curl in his gut. 

"We'd be delighted," he purred, his gaze locked with Evelyn's. The sexual tension between them was palpable. He felt Jeongin nudge him, a wordless thank you.

"I'll have my assistant handle the details," she said, already moving toward the next exhibit.

“Thank you Ms. Moore. This was truly unexpected,” Jeongin said.

“Please call me Evelyn, darling. And exceptional work always deserves to be recognized and appreciated.”

Jeongin nodded uncomfortably, not as great at receiving compliments as Hyunjin was. "If you'll excuse me, I need to inform the gallery owner of the sale." 

As he walked away, Hyunjin turned his full attention back to Evelyn. "Now, where were we?" he murmured, stepping closer. Her perfume enveloped him – jasmine and sandalwood with an undertone of raw, animal musk. It made his mouth water.

Evelyn's lips parted slightly. "I believe you were about to tell me more about your... artistic process." She glanced at him with a knowing look.

Hyunjin grinned, the promise of future meetings hanging in the air like the scent of expensive perfume. She was everything he wanted and more—a challenge, a patron, and possibly something else entirely.

The game was on.

As they walked through the gallery slowly, they discussed the art, each giving their interpretations and opinions. An hour passed easily.

A waiter walked by, refilling their champagne.

Hyunjin's eyes locked with Evelyn's as she leaned in close, her perfume intoxicating.

"I simply must have you paint my portrait," she purred, trailing a finger down his arm.

Her invitation dripped with promise. Hyunjin felt a familiar thrill, knowing exactly what game she was playing. He'd danced this dance before. 

"I'd be honored," he replied with a coy smile. "Though I typically bring my assistant to help with setup." 

It wasn't entirely a lie — Jeongin often did assist him. But Hyunjin also wanted his friend there, wanted him to reap some of the benefits, especially as it seemed she might like Jeongin too. 

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Of course, darling. Whatever makes you comfortable. I’ll send more details tomorrow.”

As Evelyn sauntered away to mingle, Hyunjin turned to look for Jeongin.

****

The invitation was handwritten on thick, creamy paper, and the address alone spoke volumes. Hyunjin traced the embossed letters with a fingertip, feeling the weight of the proposition. A private commission, it said, though he knew better than to think that was all it would be. Evelyn was testing him, seeing if he would play her game, and he felt the familiar thrill of anticipation mixed with the itch of rebellion.

He tossed the card onto the table where Jeongin sat hunched over his laptop, editing a batch of photos.

"Looks like I'm being summoned," Hyunjin said, watching for his friend's reaction.

Jeongin pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, glancing at the card. "Big surprise," he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You going?"

Hyunjin shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Thinking about it. Want to come with?"

Jeongin snorted. "To watch you and the cougar circle each other like horny lions? Hard pass."

 "Come on, I need you there," Hyunjin pleaded as he walked over to Jeongin and sat across his lap dramatically.

It was an honest offer, one Jeongin knew came from a place of genuine friendship and loyalty. But they both understood the unspoken dynamics, the undercurrents of Hyunjin's world that Jeongin genuinely wanted no parts of. Would he accept the charity and share in the spoils? Sure. But he wasn’t interested in being part of the ‘package’ being purchased.

"That's sweet, Jinnie," Jeongin said, a teasing lilt to his voice. “We both know what she wants from you," he continued with a wry smile. "And it's not my awkward ass third-wheeling. Go enjoy yourself, you idiot. I think you can handle the big bad sugar mama on your own."

“But I want you there,” Hyunjin whined as he nuzzled his nose into Jeongin’s neck and kissed it softly. Jeongin didn’t react, fully aware of the games Hyunjin liked to play. When he didn’t get the response he wanted, Hyunjin sighed dramatically. "Fine, abandon me to the wolves," he said with a pout. 

"Please, you love being the sexy prey," Jeongin teased.

Hyunjin threw his head back and laughed, the sound rich and unrestrained. "Suit yourself. But if I come back with a new Porsche, don’t expect a ride."

Jeongin rolled his eyes as he pushed Hyunjin off his lap, though Hyunjin saw the affection there, the encouragement beneath the sarcasm. "Go get that bread, sugar baby. Enjoy the fancy penthouse and the fancy lady," Jeongin said, turning back to his screen. "Just don't let her chew you up and spit you out."

Hyunjin knew it was a joke, but the words stayed with him as he made his way to Evelyn's address the following day. The building was a tower of glass and steel, a monument to wealth and power. He rode the elevator to the top floor, the numbers climbing higher and higher until they finally stopped with a soft chime. The doors opened, and he stepped into another world.

Evelyn's penthouse was a study in opulence, all sleek lines and minimalist elegance. The view stretched out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawling beneath like a playground for the rich and powerful. Hyunjin took it in with an artist's eye, appreciating the way it all seemed designed to impress and intimidate. But he wouldn't be intimidated. Not by Evelyn, and not by the luxury that surrounded her.

"Hyunjin," she greeted him, appearing from the depths of the apartment with a glass of wine in hand. She wore a long silk robe, black, that clung to her curves, understated yet devastatingly effective. "I'm glad you came."

He gave her a lazy smile, letting his gaze linger on her before taking the offered drink. "Hi Evelyn. Your home is... breathtaking," he said, his eyes roving over her body. “And I was curious."

"About the commission," she said, her tone making it clear that she knew that wasn't all he was curious about.

"Among other things," Hyunjin replied as he licked his lips.

Effortlessly, she led him to a nook by the window overlooking the cityscape. "We'll start here," she said, gesturing to a plush chaise. "You may begin anytime."

He found a spot where the light was good, and as Evelyn settled onto the chaise, he set his bag down and pulled out a sketchpad. Evelyn looked poised and perfect, as if she'd been born in that very position.

He began to sketch, his pencil moving in quick, assured strokes. The act of drawing her was intimate, an observation that went beyond skin deep, and he could feel the tension in the air, a live wire of possibility.

As he worked, Hyunjin was acutely aware of Evelyn's gaze on him. He could feel the electricity crackling between them, just like at the gallery. His heart raced, but he focused on his sketch, capturing every detail of her alluring form as he traced slow lines across his sketchpad.

"So, Hyunjin," Evelyn purred, breaking the silence. "Tell me, how do you like the city so far? You’ve been here, what? Six months?"

He didn't look up. "Closer to a year. It's... intense. But I like it."

"I bet," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. "I heard you're quite the sensation. 'Untamed Hwang' they call you."

Hyunjin smirked. "You've done your research."

"Well, it pays to know the talent," she purred. They slipped into an easy silence again.

Hyunjin continued to sketch. He had been at this for nearly an hour, capturing her in ways she wasn’t used to being seen.

“You keep looking at me like that,” she murmured, “but I don’t think you’re seeing me at all.”

Evelyn crossed one leg over the other, her silk robe parting just enough to reveal smooth skin. His eyes flickered toward the movement, his hand stilling against the paper.

Hyunjin smirked. “Maybe I’m seeing more of you than you realize.”

"Is this how you usually work?" Evelyn asked, watching him with those sharp, knowing eyes.

Hyunjin looked up from the paper, meeting her gaze. "Depends on the subject," he said, letting the words hang suggestively between them.

She smiled, a slow curve that spoke of satisfaction and something more. "And how long does a portrait like this usually take?"

"That depends too," Hyunjin answered, his voice low and full of meaning. "On how much time you're willing to give me."

Evelyn laughed, a throaty, genuine sound that filled the space around them. "I see," she said, clearly enjoying the game. "Speaking of which, I have an... proposition for you." 

Sensing where this was going, Hyunjin's heart raced faster. He pretended to concentrate on his sketching, but his cock twitched with interest.

 "Oh?" he said casually.

She leaned forward slightly, allowing the tops of her bosom to peak out from the robe. “I want to make you an offer.”

Hyunjin finally set the sketchpad aside, resting an elbow on his knee as he regarded her. “An offer?”

"Yes, Hyunjin, I want you," Evelyn purred, her voice husky with desire. "As my exclusive artist, and... more."

 Hyunjin smiled wickedly. "And more?" he asked playfully as he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you know what I mean," she said, her eyes darkening. "I’ll support your career,” Evelyn said, voice measured. “Help you get the exposure you deserve. In exchange…” She let the implication hang between them.

Hyunjin exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You think you can buy me?”

“No,” Evelyn said. “I think we can both get what we want. You'd have everything you could ever want. Fame, fortune, a life of luxury. All I ask is your... companionship."

Hyunjin's mind raced with the possibilities. His cock, however, was already making the decision for him. "I'll think about it," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. But both of them knew it was already a done deal.

"Then perhaps we should discuss the terms."

"The terms," Hyunjin echoed, leaning back and crossing his arms, as if to say he wasn't afraid of what was coming next.

"You must know I don't just collect art," Evelyn said, her eyes never leaving his face. "I collect artists too."

Hyunjin didn't flinch, didn't look away. "I had a feeling."

"And yet you're here."

He let a small, enigmatic smile play on his lips. "I like to know what I'm getting into."

"Do you?" Evelyn asked, a challenge in her voice. "Or do you just like getting into things?"

He laughed, the sound rich and confident. "Both."

She uncrossed her legs, leaning forward with an intensity that matched his own. "I want you, Hyunjin. In every sense of the word."

The words were blunt, raw, and exactly what he'd expected. He admired her for not sugarcoating it, for being as direct and unapologetic as he was. "And what does that look like?" he asked, playing along, savoring the dance of power and desire.

"It looks like this," Evelyn said, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a check. She held it out to him, a silent dare, a test of how far he was willing to go.

Hyunjin took it, glancing at the number and feeling a jolt of something electric. His lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. Ten thousand dollars. Enough to fund his art for two months. Enough to remind him of exactly what this was—a transaction, an arrangement, a game he was more than willing to play.

“Ten thousand dollars?” He leaned closer, his voice dropping. “That’s all I’m worth to you?”

Evelyn met his gaze, unflinching. “It’s just a starting bid. I’m offering you a monthly stipend, a bungalow that I’ll rent for you, dedicated wall space in the gallery I co-own, and I’ll sponsor your own exhibition. I’ll also introduce you to the most influential people in the art world and lots of potential buyers.” Her words dripped with the promise of fortune and fame. “In return, I want you… whenever I want you.”

Hyunjin feigned surprise, but his cock strained against his pants, betraying his interest. Then Hyunjin chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m flattered, Evelyn.” A beat of silence.

"I told you what I want. What would you want from me?" Evelyn asked, her voice softer now, as if she already knew the answer.

He folded the check carefully, slipping it into his back pocket with a grace that was all his own. "I want to be kept… and full creative control over my art. Plain and simple," Hyunjin said, meeting her gaze with a mix of challenge and acceptance. “You should know something before we do this,” he said, voice low as he reached out, fingers tracing the bare skin of her thigh. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

Evelyn nodded, her expression one of approval and something else—something that suggested she was looking forward to the struggle of trying to tame him. Her breath hitched slightly at his touch, but she didn’t break. “Then let’s not pretend this is anything more than what it is. Does that work for you?”

“That works for me,” Hyunjin whispered.

"Then we have a deal."

Hyunjin studied her, dark eyes gleaming with something almost dangerous. Then, without another word, he closed the space between them, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was all heat and defiance.

Their arrangement had begun.

Evelyn's skin was soft and warm under his fingers, her robe a whisper as he slid it from her shoulders, revealing her smooth skin. She moved against him, all fluid grace and practiced elegance, but he could feel the urgency beneath it, the way she was as hungry for him as he was for her. Her lips found his neck, her breath hot and quick, and he let out a low sound that was almost a growl.

With deliberate slowness, Hyunjin’s shirt was peeled away, landing softly on the floor, while Evelyn’s hands roamed greedily over the defined planes of his chest and the sculpted hardness of his stomach. Her fingers deftly worked at the buttons of his jeans until she pulled them down in one fluid, determined motion. Then she turned to his briefs, designer, the signature Greek Key pattern of Versace etched along the band. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his cock straining against the fabric, and she swiftly freed it with a confident smile.

Rising with a commanding energy, she gently pushed him back onto the chaise, straddling him with a confidence that was as arousing as it was unsurprising. She positioned the tip of Hyunjin’s throbbing cock at her entrance.

"You're fucking beautiful," she breathed, her voice raw and trembling as she slid herself down his dick, sighing as he entered her. Hyunjin felt a surge of satisfaction at the awe in her words and the feeling of her moist warmth encasing him.

Hyunjin flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him, and she gasped, the sound turning into a laugh that was pure delight. "I know," he replied, his mouth on hers, swallowing her words before they could form. He started to thrust into her slowly.

He took his time, teasing her, letting his hands roam over her body, learning every inch of her. Her skin tasted like salt and expensive perfume, and she arched into him, demanding more, always more. He obliged, his touch firm and sure, until she was trembling beneath him, her composure slipping, her control unraveling.

"Hyunjin," she breathed, a plea and a command, and he knew exactly what she wanted.

He shifted, pulling her up so she was on top of him again, her hair falling around them like a dark curtain as she rode him. Her nails raked down his chest, and he hissed, the sting mingling with the pleasure in a way that made him dizzy.

Evelyn ground against him, a rhythm that was slow and torturous, and he grabbed her hips to set a faster pace. She moaned, the sound raw and uninhibited, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was the one making her come undone.

"Fuck," she gasped, and he couldn't tell if it was a curse or a demand or both.

He rolled them over again. He removed himself from her, then flipped her over, pushing her onto her stomach, her cheek pressed against the soft velvet fabric of the chaise, her pale ass jutting upward—a plump, quivering peach glistening with sweat. She looked back at him, her eyes dark with want, and he felt the last threads of restraint snap.

"Don't stop," she said, and he didn't. He hiked her ass up higher in the air and plunged his dick back into her sopping hole with a single, vicious thrust, balls-deep, her tight walls clamping down like a greedy fist. He set a rapid rhythm then slapped her ass hard enough to leave a crimson handprint blooming across her flesh, leaving no doubt about who was now in charge. She gasped but eagerly pushed back against him.

“Fuck… fuck! You take it like a goddamn pornstar,” he snarled, fingers digging bruises into her hips as he pistoned into her, the obscene slap-slap-slap of their bodies echoing off the penthouse walls. He moved inside her, deep and hard, pulling her back to meet every thrust. She cried out, a sound that was equal parts surrender and triumph, and he wondered if she'd ever been fucked like this, if anyone had ever dared to take her the way he was taking her now.

“This is what you wanted, right? Wanted me to wreck this pretty little pussy?” Each word dripped with malice, his breath scalding her ear as he fucked her harder, deeper, the head of his cock grinding against her cervix. She babbled nonsense, drool pooling on the chaise, her orgasm already coiling tight—he could feel it, the way her cunt tensed and fluttered around him, milking him like a bitch in heat.

He whispered in her ear again, his words hot and rough. "Cum for me, Evelyn," he whispered in a singsong voice. He peppered the back of her neck with gentle kisses, then bit into the soft skin.

She shattered, a broken, beautiful thing beneath him. He continued to fuck her roughly through her orgasm. As he felt himself getting closer too, he leaned down to whisper again. “I’m about to cum, baby. Is it okay to cum inside you or should I pull out?”

“Fill me up, beautiful,” she said in between moans. “I’m not a fucking co-ed.” Hyunjin smirked and followed her instructions. As he tumbled over the edge, the world blurred, the city lights spinning, everything reduced to the pure, unrelenting pleasure of the moment. He withdrew then collapsed alongside her.

They lay tangled together, the air cooling around them, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Evelyn turned her head, her lips curving into a satisfied, wicked smile. "I knew you'd be worth it."

Hyunjin laughed, a soft, sated sound. "You have no idea."

She shifted, propping up her chin on her fist. "And you?" she asked, her tone teasing and curious. "Was it worth it to you?"

"Ask me in the morning," Hyunjin said, pulling her back to him, already feeling the stirrings of desire.

The penthouse was quiet around them, the city a distant hum, the lights a soft glow. They didn't need words to understand what they had—a game, a partnership, a beautiful, reckless thing that was theirs to shape and define. Hyunjin closed his eyes, the scent of Evelyn and sex and triumph filling his senses, and let himself drift into a contented, unburdened sleep.

****

Hyunjin stepped out of the limousine, the cameras flashing like a summer storm, and felt the rush of attention soak through him. Evelyn was already on the sidewalk, her arm reaching for his, a perfectly sculpted smile on her lips. They made a striking pair—her in a backless crimson dress that turned heads and Hyunjin in a sleek black suit that clung to his long, lean frame. The photographers couldn't get enough, their shouts a chaotic symphony as they made their way toward the grand entrance.

The ballroom stretched before them like a lavish painting, all gold and ivory with chandeliers dripping crystal. Laughter and conversation mingled in the air, a well-bred hum that underscored the evening's elegance. Hyunjin soaked in the scene, his eyes flitting from the towering floral arrangements to the waitstaff gliding through the crowd with trays of champagne. The guests were a parade of high society, each more opulently dressed than the last, their jewels catching the light in dazzling bursts. This was Evelyn's world, and he wore it like a second skin.

Jeongin was already there, looking both out of place and right at home in one of Hyunjin's designer suits. It hung on him a bit loose, the charcoal gray contrasting with his delicate features and wire-rimmed glasses. Where Hyunjin was polished and poised, Jeongin was all understated cool, the thrifted tie and limited edition sneakers adding a rebellious touch to the formal affair. But he fit, slipping through the crowd with an easy grace, his quiet ambition evident in every sidelong glance at the art adorning the walls.

Hyunjin wasted no time diving into the sea of guests, Evelyn's arm still looped through his as they navigated the room. His charisma was electric, drawing people to him in waves. He flirted shamelessly, each smile and laugh a challenge to Evelyn's control. She introduced him to patrons and collectors, but it was Hyunjin who left them dazzled, his dark eyes and teasing words lingering long after they moved on. He knew she was watching, her poise a thin veneer over the jealousy he could feel simmering beneath.

Jeongin rejoined them after making his own rounds, and Hyunjin's attention shifted, the air between them crackling with a familiar energy. Their glances were quick and charged, a private conversation that needed no words. A brush of fingers as Jeongin passed him a drink, a shared smirk at something Evelyn said—each moment a spark that fanned the flames of Evelyn's unease.

She had always wondered about the two of them, wondered if there was something more between them beyond being roommates. Jeongin seemed enamored with Hyunjin, but then again, wasn't everyone? The man was otherworldly. But it was the way Hyunjin looked back at certain times, like he wanted to swallow the young man whole. Whether they had something in the past, or in the more recent future, she wasn't sure.

What she was sure about was that Hyunjin was flirting hard with everything in the room that had a pulse, and even harder with the rich ones. She maintained her composure, but her sharp, cutting remarks grew more frequent, thinly veiled barbs that betrayed her growing frustration.

The room buzzed around them, but Hyunjin was the center of gravity. His art was gaining recognition, and with it, whispers of independence that Evelyn couldn't ignore. She watched as he moved through the crowd, her carefully constructed world shifting with each flirtatious exchange he had. Hyunjin could feel the balance tipping, his own desires suddenly within reach, and he reveled in it.

After watching him whisper seductively into the ear of the Mayor's wife, causing her to giggle while his hand grazed her lower back, Evelyn pulled him aside, her smile as tight as the grip on his arm. They found a quiet corner, the noise of the gala a distant echo.

"You're quite the sensation tonight," she said, her voice smooth but laced with something darker.

Hyunjin leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You sound surprised," he replied, the challenge in his tone unmistakable.

She met his gaze, her dark eyes piercing and unyielding. "You should be careful not to spread yourself too thin, Jinnie. Some people don't like to share."

He laughed, a soft, dismissive sound. "You never seemed to mind before."

Her composure wavered, just for a moment, and he saw the flicker of something raw beneath. 

But she recovered quickly, her expression turning cool and calculating. "Don't get too comfortable," she warned, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I made you, and I can just as easily unmake you."

Hyunjin smirked, unperturbed by her threats. "We'll see about that." Hyunjin knew his art spoke for itself, with or without a financial backer. And if Evelyn didn’t want to give him money any more, Hyunjin had already identified several others who would.

They rejoined the party, the tension between them a live wire that sparked with every glance and touch. Hyunjin felt the power shifting, his growing recognition, albeit thanks to Evelyn, giving him a leverage he could use. Evelyn was still the queen of this world, but he was no longer content to be just another toy. The thought of wielding his own power thrilled him.

****

Evelyn's heels clicked sharply against the pavement as she approached the bungalow, her stride purposeful and her mind set on one thing. The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the heat simmering beneath her polished exterior. She hadn't planned on coming here tonight, but after her third dirty martini, she felt that familiar pulse between her legs. Also, the sight of Hyunjin flirting his way through the gala the previous weekend had unsettled something deep within her. This visit was a reminder, a calculated move to reassert her place in his life.

She knocked three times on the door and waited. After a minute passed, she depressed the handle and pushed the antique door open. Her name was on the lease, so she had every right to enter. The bungalow was quiet inside, the only sound the distant hum of the city behind her.

“Hello?” she called out as she stepped into the structure. She took a quick peek outside to confirm that she had seen Hyunjin’s Jeep Wrangler Hybrid outside. It was there, along with another car. She shut the front door and walked to Hyunjin’s room. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob, then pushed inside.

The scene that greeted her was not what she expected. The air reeked of sweat and spilled lube. Hyunjin was in bed, his long hair disheveled, a dark tangle against white sheets, his body entwined with another man's. Charles Blackwood, the wealthy CEO in his early 60s she had introduced him to a few months ago, was on his knees, mouth opened wide in pleasure as Hyunjin fucked him slowly from behind. Charles’ fat, hairy ass clenched around Hyunjin’s cock like a greedy fucking vice, the CEO’s meaty thighs trembling as Hyunjin’s pelvis cracked against them with the wet slap of skin on skin.

Hyunjin’s black hair clung to his neck in damp ropes, his lean torso glistening under the bedroom’s gold-hued lights as he gripped Charles’ hips tightly. The old man’s face mashed into the silk sheets, spit pooling under his slack mouth as Hyunjin’s thick, veined dick stretched him open—inch by relentless inch—with the kind of rough patience that had Charles mewling like a teenager losing his virginity. Charles’ pink, wrinkled hole fluttered around Hyunjin’s shaft, sucking him deeper as he ground his hips in slow circles, savoring the tight, quivering heat. Hyunjin’s smirk was a razor blade as he watched spit string from Charles’ lips to the rumpled linens.

When Evelyn’s gasp of shock cut through the room, Charles looked up in alarm, his distinguished face flushing with surprise and something close to shame.

Evelyn stood frozen, her eyes wide and lips parted in disbelief. The air was thick with sex and betrayal, and for a moment, all she could do was stare, watching as Hyunjin’s balls slapped against Charles’ taint. Then the anger came, hot and consuming, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. 

"So this is what you meant by networking, Jinnie?" Her voice trembled, but her gaze lingered on the sweat dripping down Hyunjin’s abs, the way Charles’ hole glistened around his base.

Hyunjin glanced over his shoulder, finally noticing her, utterly unruffled with his cock still buried to the hilt in Charles’ quivering ass, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he met Evelyn’s wide-eyed stare. Evelyn’s designer blouse clung to her heaving tits, lips painted the same furious red as her cheeks. He’d always loved how her nostrils flared when she was pissed—like a thoroughbred about to bolt.

"Didn't know you were stopping by, Ev. Can you come back later?" He hadn’t stopped, his hips rolling in a lazy, obscene grind that made Charles whimper. Hyunjin ran his fingers through Charles’ thinning hair tenderly, before tugging his head back to expose his flushed throat. “Mr. Blackwood here’s been very generous with his… connections.” He leaned down to kiss Charles’ neck gently.

Charles shifted uncomfortably, his bravado crumbling under Evelyn's fierce gaze. He disentangled himself from Hyunjin, mumbling an apology as he rolled off the bed to gather his clothes. Evelyn's eyes burned with fury, but she turned on her heel and left, the bedroom door slamming behind her with a finality that shook the walls.

Hyunjin watched her go, then turned back to Charles, hoping to salvage the encounter. “You don’t have to run, daddy,” he cooed as he reached out to grasp Charles’ hand and brought it to his mouth.

But the interruption had soured the mood. Charles, already dressing, yanked his hand away, his fingers fumbling with buttons and cufflinks. "That was... unexpected," he said, his voice strained.

"Don't worry about it," Hyunjin replied, stretching lazily. "She'll get over it."

Charles managed a weak smile, but the earlier heat was gone, replaced by a nervous energy that made him seem smaller somehow. “This is for you,” he said as he placed a shiny black gift bag on the dresser. “Hopefully it’s the one you wanted. If not, call my assistant and he can replace it easily. I'll call you this weekend, doll," he promised. "Maybe we can continue then, uninterrupted. In private."

Hyunjin nodded, hiding his disappointment behind a casual shrug. "Sure thing, Chuck."

Charles leaned down and kissed Hyunjin on the lips, then left in a hurry, his footsteps echoing down the hall as he headed to the front door. Hyunjin watched Charles pull the door closed behind him, the gift bag a consolation prize that only half satisfied.

He knew Charles would be back; they always came back. But it was Evelyn he was thinking about, her anger and the threat it posed to his carefully balanced world.

Evelyn sat in her car, the engine off and her mind racing. She hadn't expected this, hadn't thought Hyunjin would be so brazen. But the sight of him with Charles had stoked a fire in her, a need to reassert control before it slipped entirely from her grasp. 

She saw Charles leave, his exit a cold reminder of her own humiliation, and something in her snapped. Without another thought, she marched back to the bungalow, her heels stabbing the ground with renewed purpose.

Hyunjin was sprawled on the bed staring at the ceiling, naked, the sheet barely covering his crotch as he palmed his dick lazily, when she burst back in. Her entrance was a storm of anger and elegance, the door swinging shut with a force that rattled the windows.

"You have some nerve," she spat, her voice trembling with barely contained rage.

He sat up slowly, unfazed by her fury. "You said you wanted me to make connections," he replied, his tone light but edged with defiance.

"Not like this," she shot back, her eyes flashing. "Do you have any idea what you're risking?"

Hyunjin stood, baring his full body as he crossed the room with the lazy grace of a cat. "I'm not risking anything," he said, his voice low and calm. He stopped at the dresser and peaked into the gift bag. Charles had bought him a top of line DSLR camera. It wasn’t actually for him; it was for Jeongin, but Charles didn’t need to know that. He removed the box from the bag and set it on the dresser. "You're the one who showed up unannounced."

Evelyn's composure cracked, her control slipping like sand through her fingers. "I thought I made myself clear, Hyunjin. You're mine, exclusively. You're playing a dangerous game, and it's going to blow up in your face."

He laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that cut through her anger like a knife. He looked up from the bag and locked eyes with her. "That's not the arrangement we have, darling. You're not my mother, Ev. And you certainly don't get to tell me who I can and can't fuck."

The words hung between them, raw and brutal. Evelyn's hands were trembling, her carefully constructed facade crumbling under the weight of his defiance. She had never lost control like this with one of her toys, never let anyone push her so far. But Hyunjin was different, and she hated him for it.

"If you think I won't walk away from this, you're wrong," she warned, her voice a deadly whisper. "There are lots of other men who would love to be in your position and happy to play by the rules. I'll pull my funding for your show, take back this bungalow, stop everything. Don't test me."

Hyunjin held her gaze, unflinching and unrepentant. "You won't," he said simply, the certainty in his voice infuriating and unshakeable as he walked to Evelyn. "You like me too much,” he said teasingly as he grabbed her hand and intertwined his fingers in hers. “I fuck you too well. I can fuck you now if you want. That’s why you came here, right?" He pulled her body close to his and hiked up her skirt, his fingers rubbing along the crotch of her silk panties. He smirked when he found the fabric soaked and gave her a look that loudly said, I knew it.

Evelyn turned away, disgusted, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she pulled her hand away from his, and shoved his other hand away from between her legs before storming out. The front door slammed behind her, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Hyunjin stood alone, the camera box gleaming on the dresser, the uncertainty of his future looming large.

But he was sure she would calm down, sure she would come back.

They always came back.

Hyunjin flung open the door to Jeongin's room, the camera clutched in one hand and frustration clinging to him like a second skin. He found Jeongin hunched over his laptop, headphones perched on his head, oblivious to the storm that had brewed in the next room.

Hyunjin dropped onto the bed with dramatic flair, the springs protesting under his weight, and watched as Jeongin pushed the headphones off, curiosity and concern mingling in his gaze.

Jeongin’s eyes moved across Hyunjin’s body, taking in his bare chest and chiseled abs, as well as the way the black sweatpants hugged his thighs.

"What happened? Your daddy couldn’t keep it up?" Jeongin asked, his voice laced with the dry wit that always made Hyunjin smile.

Hyunjin tossed the box onto the bed between them, the plastic-covered package catching the light. "Evelyn," he said, the single word heavy with meaning. "She caught me fucking Charles and lost her mind."

Jeongin's eyes widened, a mix of amusement and disbelief. "I thought she liked to share."

"Apparently not when it's with her friends," Hyunjin replied, propping himself up on one elbow. "She threatened to pull my show and take back the bungalow. Can you believe that?"

Jeongin's expression shifted, a flicker of something serious passing over his features. If Evelyn took back the bungalow, they would be out on the streets. "You should take her seriously, Jinnie. If she follows through, we're fucking screwed."

Hyunjin waved a dismissive hand, confidence oozing from every pore. "She won't. She just needs to cool off."

Jeongin shook his head, skepticism etched into every line of his face. "I don't know, Hyunjin. She's not like the others. She could actually do it."

Hyunjin reached for the camera box, turning it over in his hands with practiced ease. "I'm not worried," he said, flashing a grin that was equal parts charm and defiance. "I'll make sure it doesn't come to that."

The certainty in his voice did little to ease Jeongin's concern, but he let it drop, his attention shifting to the gift Hyunjin had brought. "Is that for me?" he asked, his tone a careful mix of gratitude and hesitation.

Hyunjin nodded, tossing the box to him. "Chuck left it behind when he ran out with his tail between his legs. I requested it for you. I figured you'd put it to better use."

Jeongin opened the box and removed the camera. He studied it, his fingers tracing its contours with something close to reverence. "You didn't have to, you know. You don't need to gift me things. You don’t need to buy me."

"Who says I'm trying to buy you?" Hyunjin teased, watching Jeongin's reaction with keen interest. "Maybe I just like giving you gifts."

Jeongin's lips curved into a reluctant smile, but there was a shadow behind it, a lingering doubt that Hyunjin knew all too well. "I'd still be your friend even if you never gave me anything," Jeongin said, his voice softer now, more vulnerable.

Hyunjin moved closer, the bed shifting under his weight, the distance between them shrinking to nothing. "What if I want more than that?" he asked, his eyes locking onto Jeongin's with an intensity that left no room for misunderstanding.

Jeongin hesitated, the words catching in his throat. "You don't mean that," he said finally, though the conviction in his voice wavered. “You never want more than that.”

Hyunjin leaned in, his breath warm against Jeongin's skin. "I do," he insisted, the sincerity in his tone cutting through Jeongin's defenses. "I've always liked you more than a friend, Innie. You know that."

Their fingers brushed, and they felt a spark that jolted them. Hyunjin's lips found Jeongin's, the kiss a mix of tenderness and urgency that left them both breathless. 

Jeongin melted against him, all hesitation dissolving in the heat of the moment. He hated when Hyunjin did this, when he played with him. But he could never fucking resist, despite how hard he tried.

"You know what I want, don't you?" Hyunjin whispered, his hands sliding under Jeongin's shirt, fingers tracing the smooth planes of his chest.

Jeongin nodded, his glasses askew and his heart pounding. "You're just using me to finish what you started with Charles," he said, the accusation half-hearted and tinged with desire.

"Is that a problem?" Hyunjin asked, his voice a seductive purr as he pushed Jeongin back onto the bed, pinning him beneath his weight. He kissed the tip of Jeongin’s nose before carefully removing his friend’s glasses and setting them on the bedside table.

Jeongin shook his head, the last of his resistance crumbling. "No," he admitted, his voice barely more than a breath. "Not for me." 

Jeongin had been in love with Hyunjin since the first day they met in art school, and had only fallen deeper once they became friends. The relationship they had outside of their friendship was one borne of need and desire. Hyunjin had indulged Jeongin when Jeongin first confessed his feelings, kissing him and fucking him passionately. But the next morning, Hyunjin made it clear that although he adored Jeongin as a friend, he had no interest in being tied to a relationship. So they stayed friends and fucked occasionally.

Hyunjin grinned, a wicked, knowing smile that spoke volumes. "Good," he said, claiming Jeongin's mouth again with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

Their clothes came off in a tangle of limbs and fabric, Hyunjin's urgency matched by Jeongin's eager compliance. Hyunjin kissed his way down Jeongin's body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of skin. He latched onto one of Jeongin’s nipples with a wet, sloppy suck, teeth scraping the tender bud. Jeongin gasped and writhed beneath him, the sounds spilling from his lips raw and unguarded.

Hyunjin's hands were everywhere, stroking and teasing, coaxing Jeongin to the brink and then pulling back, savoring the power he held over him. "You like this, don't you?" Hyunjin taunted, his voice a low, sultry drawl as he wrapped a hand around Jeongin's cock, pumping it with slow, deliberate strokes. His other hand found its way to Jeongin’s ass. After giving it a firm squeeze, he inserted a finger in Jeongin’s anus, moving it slowly in and out.

Jeongin moaned, his body arching into Hyunjin's touch. "Yes," he confessed, the word a plea and a surrender all at once. "Fuck, Hyunjin, yes." Hyunjin inserted a second finger, repeating the motions before he slipped in a third.

Hyunjin took his time, reveling in the way Jeongin fell apart under his touch, the way he responded to every caress and command. He wanted to prolong it, to drag it out until Jeongin was begging for release, but his own need was a relentless ache that demanded satisfaction.

He reached for the nightstand, retrieving a small bottle of lube, the motions practiced and efficient. Jeongin watched with hooded eyes, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts as Hyunjin squeezed the lube onto his own cock, slicking it with quick, eager strokes.

Hyunjin positioned himself between Jeongin's legs, hoisting them on his broad shoulders, the angle deep and intimate. "Tell me you want it," Hyunjin commanded, his voice a rough whisper as he teased Jeongin's entrance with the tip of his cock.

"I want it," Jeongin gasped, his fingers digging into Hyunjin's arms, his need laid bare and unashamed. "I want you, Jinnie, please."

The first thrust was vicious—no mercy, no slow burn—the sensation overwhelming and electric, a perfect, dizzying slide that left them both breathless. Jeongin cried out, the sound ripped from his throat as Hyunjin fucked him with deep, measured thrusts, each one more forceful than the last.

The room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, of ragged breaths and muffled curses, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Hyunjin lost himself in it, the intensity of the moment consuming him, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that threatened to unravel him completely.

Jeongin's body trembled beneath him, every muscle taut and quivering, his moans a symphony of need and ecstasy. "I'm close," Jeongin warned, his voice breaking on the words, his hand moving to his own cock to match the rhythm of Hyunjin's thrusts.

"Do it," Hyunjin urged, his voice tight with restraint, the effort of holding back written in every line of his body. "Cum for me, Innie."

Jeongin's release hit him like a tidal wave, his body convulsing with the force of it, his hot and slick ejaculate spurting between them and landing on his stomach. The sight and feel of it pushed Hyunjin over the edge, his own climax crashing through him in a white-hot rush that left him reeling.

They collapsed together, limbs tangled and breaths mingling, the aftermath a haze of warmth and satisfaction. Hyunjin pulled out carefully and settled beside Jeongin, their skin sticking where it touched, a comfortable intimacy that spoke of long familiarity.

Jeongin turned to him, eyes bright and lips curving into a soft, contented smile. "You got what you wanted," he said, the words teasing but without malice. “Like always.” Hyunjin was one of those people who always failed upwards. He lived a charmed life where most of his wants and needs were met.

Hyunjin kissed him again, slow and languid, the urgency of before replaced by something deeper, more enduring. "Not yet," he murmured against Jeongin's mouth, his tone playful and possessive. "I’ll want it again."

Jeongin laughed, the sound low and rich, a promise and a challenge all at once. They had all night, and Hyunjin intended to use every second.

****

Hyunjin stood in the middle of his studio, his eyes flickering between the recently finished pieces that leaned against the walls. He held his phone with a tight grip, the kind that betrayed the tension simmering just beneath his skin. The voice on the other end was blunt, leaving no room for misinterpretation: there was a hold placed on the check for the caterer.

Chef Chris' words were clear and unrelenting, a splash of cold water against Hyunjin's senses. "You need to handle this, Jinnie. We can't proceed without the deposit, and the event's just around the corner."

Hyunjin felt his heart skip, then thud heavily in his chest. "Are you sure? It must be a mistake." But even as he spoke, he knew the truth. Evelyn was playing her games. She had warned him what would happen, but he hadn’t taken her seriously.

Chris' tone was impatient but kind, the clatter of a busy kitchen echoing behind him. "I knaur you're good for it,” he said in his Australian accent, “but the manager won’t let me schedule staff and allocate resources for the event without the deposit secured. Just talk to Evelyn,” his voice knowing. “She’ll probably sort it out for you. But if this isn't resolved soon, we'll have to pull out."

Panic bubbled up, hot and unwelcome. Hyunjin imagined the gala night, the empty space where the catering should be, the whispers about his reliability. He tried to steady his voice, but a tremor slipped through. "I'll fix it. Don't worry."

The call ended with Chris' firm reminder: "Two days, Hyunjin. No more."

Hyunjin stared at his phone, the screen dark and accusing. He was teetering on the edge of something disastrous. Evelyn's support was as unpredictable as it was essential, and the possibility that she might be pulling away sent a cold wave of fear through him. His reputation, the art show, everything he'd built over the past few months—teetering because of a cancelled check.

He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands in frustration. He had to act fast, had to stay in control, even as it slipped through his fingers like sand. He couldn't afford to lose this chance, not when everything was at stake.

He opened his email to find the invoice for Saffron and Thyme. The deposit was $1800. He could probably cover about a quarter of it easily from his own account, but the remaining $1300, he’d need help with. It wasn’t a large amount, so he was sure he could find someone else to cover it.

****

The bar was buzzing with energy, a low hum of conversations and clinking cups. Hyunjin sat across from DJ J. One, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm on the table. J. One was cool and relaxed, but his words were a punch to Hyunjin's gut: the payment hadn't gone through.

Hyunjin forced a smile, trying to match the DJ's easy going demeanor. "It's just a glitch," he said, though the words tasted bitter on his tongue. "I'll sort it out right away."

J. One shrugged, his eyes hidden behind dark shades that reflected Hyunjin's tense expression. "I get it, man. These things happen. But I gotta protect my business too, you know?"

Hyunjin felt the familiar heat of panic rising. It coiled in his chest, spreading like wildfire. He needed this event to be perfect, and Evelyn's games were threatening to burn it all down. 

"Three days," J. One said, leaning back in his chair with the kind of confidence Hyunjin envied. "After that, I have to move to one of the events on my waitlist, then I’ll be booked solid for the next two months."

The deadline loomed, a ticking clock that echoed in Hyunjin's mind. He swallowed hard, nodding as if he still had control, as if he wasn't about to freak the fuck out. "You'll have it J.," he promised, the words more desperate than convincing. “Just don’t do anything drastic.”

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, J. One's casual tone in stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Hyunjin. Every second felt like an eternity, a reminder of how precarious his situation had become.

As Hyunjin left the bar, the noise of the crowd faded, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He now had $3000 he needed to find, and that was assuming Evelyn hadn’t cancelled the payments to other things, like the gallery space. The walls were closing in, the pressure mounting with every heartbeat. He had to fix this, had to find a way to salvage the art show and his reputation. But with Evelyn pulling the strings, even his confidence felt like it was slipping away.

****

The studio felt smaller than usual, the walls closing in as Hyunjin paced back and forth. His mind was a whirlwind, thoughts crashing into each other with a force that left him breathless. He couldn't believe how quickly everything was unraveling.

The canvases seemed to mock him, reminders of the art show that was slipping through his fingers. He couldn't escape the reality that Evelyn was pulling the strings, her influence a double-edged sword that threatened to cut him down just as easily as it had lifted him up.

Deadlines loomed, each tick of the clock a taunt. He imagined the show without the DJ, without the catering, the whispers about his failure spreading like wildfire. It was a nightmare, one he couldn't wake up from.

Pride warred with desperation, a bitter struggle that left him feeling raw and exposed. He wanted to assert his freedoms while also being kept, so as to not be fully at the mercy of someone else's whims. That’s what he had negotiated with Evelyn. But it seemed those two things were at odds with one another, and only one would win out.

He stopped pacing, the sudden stillness a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. He knew he needed Jeongin, needed the support and perspective only his best friend could offer. It was a hard pill to swallow, but the only way to keep from choking on his own pride.

Hyunjin took a deep breath, determination settling over him like a second skin. The art show, his reputation, everything he cared about depended on fixing this.

Hyunjin found Jeongin in the kitchen, the soft glow of the overhead light casting long shadows on the walls. A simple dinner was spread out on the table, and Jeongin was already digging in, dressed in a thrifted sweater that hung off one shoulder. He looked up, a crooked smile on his lips, as Hyunjin sat down with a sigh.

"You're home early," Jeongin said, pushing a plate toward him. "Finally get tired of pretending to be a tortured artist?"

Hyunjin managed a weak laugh, though his mind was still a storm of worry. "Something like that," he said, picking at his food. The kitchen felt warm and familiar, a safe haven from the chaos outside. He knew he could lay it all out here, no pretense, no need for masks.

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension that clung to Hyunjin like a second skin. "What's up? You look like someone kicked your favorite puppy."

Hyunjin took a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a rush. "The checks for the catering and the DJ's payment didn't go through. Evelyn's pulling her support, and the show's going to be a disaster if I don't fix it."

Jeongin listened, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. "Wow," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You really know how to fuck things up, don't you?"

Despite himself, Hyunjin chuckled. It was a hollow sound, but it felt good to laugh, even if just for a moment. "I'm serious, Innie. This is bad."

Jeongin nodded, his eyes sharp behind his glasses. "I know. But we'll figure it out. We always do."

The certainty in Jeongin's voice was like a balm, soothing the raw edges of Hyunjin's panic.

“Can you use your savings?” Jeongin asked.

“What savings?”

Jeongin set his fork down and stared at Hyunjin. “Jin, you can’t be serious. You’ve been getting a $5000 stipend for the past 7 months, plus the $10k check. Where’d it all go?”

Hyunjin sighed. “What’s the point of having money if you don’t spend it?”

Jeongin chuckled. “You shouldn’t be spending all of it, dummy. Exactly for this reason.” He thought for a second. “I can probably kick in a thousand, but that’s it. I have to save to have my pieces framed next month.”

Hyunjin felt a wave of gratitude, mixed with the familiar guilt of dragging Jeongin into his mess. "Thanks. It doesn’t help me cover everything, but it helps.” He forked a piece of grilled chicken into his mouth and chewed slowly. “I can't lose this show, Jeongin. Not after everything."

Jeongin smirked, the kind that said he was about to say something that would either make Hyunjin laugh or throw something at him. "Well, you could always sell your body. Oh wait, you're already doing that."

Hyunjin threw a piece of bread at him, a smile tugging at his lips. "You're an asshole."

Jeongin caught the bread, taking a bite. "But seriously, have you tried talking to Charles? He's been throwing money at you like it's going out of style."

Hyunjin considered it, the idea both tempting and infuriating. He hated feeling like he had to beg. But Jeongin was right; Charles was an option, a way out. He was already giving Hyunjin gifts and cash every week. It wouldn’t be a big deal for Charles to cover the additional $1500-1600 he would need. That was a drop in the bucket. Charles could cover the entire thing easily.

"I might have to," Hyunjin admitted, the words tasting bitter. "I wanted to do this without any extra strings, you know?"

Jeongin reached across the table, his hand warm on Hyunjin's arm. "You'll get there, Jinnie. You're too stubborn not to."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the weight on Hyunjin's shoulders felt a little lighter. Jeongin's faith in him was unwavering, a lifeline he desperately needed. He squeezed Jeongin's hand, feeling a renewed sense of determination.

"Thanks," Hyunjin said, his voice softer now, less burdened. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Jeongin shrugged, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Crash and burn, probably."

Hyunjin laughed, a real, genuine sound this time. The fear and frustration were still there, but they felt more manageable now, less like a noose around his neck. He had a plan, a way forward, and he wasn't alone in this fight.

As they cleared the table, Hyunjin felt the beginnings of hope stirring inside him. He would face the challenge, would find a way to make this work. With Jeongin by his side, anything seemed possible.

****

Hyunjin stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt with a practiced hand. He knew how to play this game, knew exactly what Charles wanted and how to give it to him. The key was in the details: a hint of skin, a teasing smile, the promise of something just out of reach.

He slipped into a designer jacket, one of many gifts from men like Charles who wanted to dress him up like a doll and parade him around like a prize. It was a role Hyunjin knew well, one he excelled at. He took a deep breath, his reflection staring back with a mix of confidence and calculation.

This was a gamble, but one he was willing to take. He needed Charles' support, needed the funds to keep the art show from crashing down around him. He hated how easily he fell back into this routine, but desperation left little room for pride.

The meeting was set in a lavish hotel suite, the kind of place where Charles conducted his business and his affairs. Hyunjin arrived with purpose, his every step a calculated part of the performance. He knew the effect he had on Charles, knew how to use it to his advantage.

Charles was already there sitting on the couch, a glass of scotch in hand, his eyes lighting up as Hyunjin entered. "Jinnie," he said, a mix of surprise and pleasure in his voice. "I didn't expect to see you so soon."

Hyunjin gave him a slow smile, one that promised everything and nothing all at once. "I was thinking about you. I thought we could have a little fun before dinner," he said, letting his jacket slip off his shoulders, revealing the fitted shirt underneath.

Charles' gaze was hungry, his composure slipping as he drank in the sight of Hyunjin. It was almost too easy, the way the older man fell apart at the seams with just a look, a touch, a whispered word. "I like the sound of that," Charles said, setting his glass down with a shaky hand.

Hyunjin moved in close, closing the distance between them and capturing Charles’ lips in a deep kiss. He felt the man melt against him like wax, every touch a calculated step in a dance they both knew so well. Hyunjin kissed down Charles’ body, trailing his lips over his chin, his neck, the hollow of his throat. He felt Charles’ pulse quicken beneath his mouth, a steady beat that thrummed with anticipation and desire. He reached Charles’ collarbone, biting it gently as he unbuttoned the older man’s shirt with torturous slowness. Hyunjin knew how to work Charles, how to play him like an instrument finely tuned to his touch. The heat between them was electric, a charge that built with every passing second.

The shirt fell open, and Hyunjin let his mouth wander over Charles’ chest, each kiss a tantalizing promise. Charles groaned, his composure slipping as he gave in to Hyunjin’s seduction. Hyunjin’s kisses moved lower, down Charles’ stomach, until he was on his knees, nuzzling his nose against the growing bulge in Charles’ pants. He made quick work of the belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers before unbuttoning the slacks and pulling them down.

He looked up at Charles with a warm smile, one that was both innocent and wicked. Hyunjin shoved his hand into Charles’ underwear, pulling the waistband down and freeing Charles’ eager dick. A second later, the tip was being teased by Hyunjin’s tongue before the full shaft was engulfed by his mouth. Charles' chest heaved as he watched Hyunjin lower his mouth onto his throbbing erection.

Hyunjin sucked on Charles’ cock, taking him in deep, the rhythmic sound filling the air. Charles’ moans filled the room as Hyunjin bobbed up and down on his shaft, a powerful sound that fueled Hyunjin’s movements. The gentle graze of Hyunjin's tongue along the underside of Charles’ shaft heightened his arousal to unbearable levels. His hands found their way into Hyunjin’s soft, silky hair, tightening his fingers around the strands with a possessive grip.

Hyunjin knew how to keep Charles on the edge, how to make sure he came back for more. Every sight and sound was calculated, every touch a precise move in a game they both played so well.

As he tightened his plush lips around Charles’ cock, he used one hand to pump and twist around his dick, and the other to caress the man’s balls in his palm, massaging gently.

Suddenly, Hyunjin pulled back, eyes shining with mischief as he gazed up at Charles expectantly. Before Charles could respond, he felt a warm mouth close around the head of his dick once again — but this time it was different; there was an urgent demand in each lustful suckle that left Charles panting for air. Hyunjin's tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, tracing every vein and ridge until Charles thought he might lose control altogether. It was an exquisite torture that only this boy could provide. His hips bucked involuntarily against the sensation, seeking more from this tantalizing treat. Charles’ fingertips dug into Hyunjin's scalp, pulling gently as he held onto whatever semblance of sanity remained within reach.

Hyunjin worked him, feeling Charles’ stiffen before he exploded in Hyunjin’s mouth. Hyunjin eagerly swallowed every last drop. He smirked against Charles’ skin before he pulled away and licked his lips slowly, leaving Charles gasping for air.

“Tell me,” Hyunjin said, his voice a husky whisper as he rested his chin on Charles’ thigh. “Why do you always taste so good, daddy?”

Charles tried to collect himself, but failed. “I love when you call me that, doll,” he managed to choke out, his eyes glazed over with lust.

“I can call you that all the time,” Hyunjin purred as he stood and dropped his own pants to the floor, exposing his hard cock to Charles before climbing onto the couch beside him. He noted how Charles' eyes were glued to his dick.

He straddled Charles, letting his bare ass rub against the other man’s cock. Hyunjin slid up and down it slowly, enjoying the sensation he was getting from the friction. Charles’ ragged sighs indicated that he was loving it too.

Charles grabbed Hyunjin’s hips with an insistent grip, pulling him closer as he guided Hyunjin’s grinding at an increasingly faster pace. He was already hard again, and Hyunjin could feel Charles’ cock pressing insistently against his skin. Hyunjin let himself be led, his movements matching Charles’ growing urgency. He watched Charles’ face, the older man completely lost to the sensation, until Hyunjin brought his lips down for a deep kiss that left both of them breathless.

Hyunjin pulled away. "Turn over," he said, instructing Charles to roll on to his stomach. As Charles settled into the new position on the couch, Hyunjin spit into his palm, and used the saliva to lubricate his dick. Then he positioned himself behind Charles, and eased his cock into the whimpering man, thrusting slowly, just the way he knew Charles liked it.

Hyunjin loved the way Charles fell apart, the way each thrust of his hips turned the older man into a quivering mess. He kept his pace steady and deliberate, savoring the sounds of Charles’ muffled groans as he buried his face in a throw pillow. Hyunjin pulled out almost completely then pushed back in, hitting that perfect spot that made Charles shake and buck against him.

He picked up speed, Charles’ ass swallowing him deeper and deeper with each thrust. The sensation was maddening, and Hyunjin could feel an intense pressure building up inside of him. He reached around to stroke Charles’ stiff cock in time with his thrusts.

Charles was reduced to a series of ragged moans, each one more desperate than the last. This was what Hyunjin had been waiting for.

He leaned down, draping his body over Charles’ back. "I need a favor, daddy," he whispered, his voice soft and intimate, like a secret meant only for Charles' ears.

Charles swallowed hard, the flush of desire painting his cheeks. "Anything," he said, the word tumbling out in between moans before he could stop it.

Hyunjin pressed closer, feeling the heat of Charles's body, the rapid thud of his heart as he increased the force of his thrusts. "My show," Hyunjin said, letting his lips brush against Charles's ear. "I need your help."

The tension was electric, the chemistry between them a living, breathing thing. Hyunjin could feel Charles's resolve crumbling, could see the conflict in his eyes as he wrestled with his desires and the risks they carried.

“How much,” Charles’ finally managed.

“Only $3k, daddy,” Hyunjin said, followed by a soft kiss to the man’s neck.

Charles opened his mouth to say something, but only a groan escaped. Hyunjin smiled.

Charles gripped the armrest tightly as he fought to contain his cries of pleasure mixed with pain. The sensation was unlike anything else; it consumed him completely – body and soul. His skin tingled from the contact as Hyunjin's hips snapped against him in rhythm, driving in deeper than ever before.

Hyunjin felt himself getting closer and closer to release, pushing into Charles harder as he neared the edge. When he finally came, it was with an animalistic grunt that filled the room.

His cum shot deep into Charles while he jerked off the other man’s cock furiously, working it until Charles came a second time in thick spurts over Hyunjin’s hand.

They collapsed together on the couch, both panting heavily as they recovered. Charles turned to look at Hyunjin, his expression one of blissful satisfaction.

“Fuck,” he said breathlessly, still trying to catch his breath.

Hyunjin chuckled softly and kissed him on the lips before standing up and disappearing into the bathroom. When he returned with a warm washcloth, he found Charles sprawled out across the couch with a lazy smile on his face.

“You’re amazing,” Charles murmured contentedly as Hyunjin wiped him clean with gentle strokes of the cloth.

Hyunjin grinned down at him. “Right back at you,” he said before dropping the dirty washcloth to the floor and curling up beside him again.

They lay there quietly for a moment, tangled together in post-coital bliss.

But eventually, Hyunjin broke the silence. “So…” he started hesitantly. “The show?”

“You know, Catherine won’t like this,” Charles said, his voice thick with longing and fear.

Hyunjin pulled back slightly, just enough to leave Charles wanting more. "She doesn't have to know," he said, the words a gentle push, a nudge over the edge.

Charles hesitated, the briefest flicker of doubt crossing his features before Hyunjin silenced it with a kiss, deep and consuming. When they finally broke apart, Charles was breathless, the last of his resistance gone.

"I'll take care of it, doll," Charles said, the promise heavy with the weight of his need.

Hyunjin smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. “Thank you, daddy. You always know how to make me happy.” He felt a rush of victory, of triumph, but it was tempered with the knowledge of how precarious this all was. He had what he needed, but he knew better than to trust it completely.

****

Charles knew he was fucked the moment his wife stormed into his office, her eyes blazing with accusation as she held her phone up with an email from their money manager. The veneer of control he'd clung to slipped through his fingers like sand, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Catherine's voice was sharp and unyielding, cutting through his defenses with ruthless precision.

"How much did you promise this time?" she demanded, the question more of an accusation than a query. Her presence was formidable, a force that left Charles scrambling for footing.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He was a man used to having his way, but Catherine was one of the few who could bring him to heel with a look, a word, a reminder of the power she held over him.

"You know I don’t mind your dalliances, sweetheart. They were part of the agreements we made before getting married all those years ago. But you can't keep throwing money at your toys," she continued, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Especially not this one. Evelyn's already claimed him and you know how petty she can get."

The mention of Evelyn sent a chill through Charles, a reminder of how precarious his situation was. Evelyn's influence was vast, her ability to make or break him all too real.

“Did you know she called me to tell me how she walked in on the two of you, as if I didn’t already know. But you have to be careful with her. She’s the type to gossip and flaunt accusations. And we don’t want that. Unless… you’re finally ready to come out to everyone. That’s perfectly okay too,” she said gently.

The thought terrified Charles. Although society was different now from when he was a young man, many in his world and business, and certainly in his own family, looked down on queerness. He’d been very lucky that Catherine, who his family had pushed him to marry (just as hers had encouraged the same) due to family connections, was happy to enter into a lavender marriage. Both of them got to do their own thing, the only requirement being discretion. Charles had been reckless, caught up in the thrill of Hyunjin, and now he was paying the price.

Charles shook his head slowly. He did not want to come out, but he was happy to know Catherine would support him if he did.

Catherine leaned in, her eyes narrowing. "Then pull out now. Don’t give him any more money. And if you want to continue fucking him, both of you will need to be a bit more discrete…"

The threat hung heavy in the air, a promise of consequences he couldn't afford to ignore. Charles felt the familiar pull of his desires, the way they clashed violently with the reality of his life. During his 62 years of life, he had always been a man torn between what he wanted and what he could have, and it left him weak and cornered.

He knew what he had to do, even as it twisted like a knife in his gut. He reached for his phone, the act of dialing Hyunjin's number a painful admission of defeat.

Hyunjin answered on the second ring, his voice bright with the expectation of good news. "Charles," he said, the name like a caress.

Charles's heart sank, the weight of his cowardice settling over him like a shroud. "I can't do it, Jinnie," he said, the words thick with regret. "Catherine found out. And Evelyn's putting the screws to me. I can't risk it."

There was a moment of silence on the line, a stillness that felt like the calm before a storm. When Hyunjin finally spoke, his voice was colder, more distant. "So that's it? You cave, and I'm just supposed to deal with the fallout?"

Charles closed his eyes, the sting of Hyunjin's words cutting deep. "I'm sorry, doll," he said, knowing it wasn't enough, knowing it never would be.

Hyunjin hung up without another word, leaving Charles alone with his failure and the echo of a life he couldn't quite grasp.

On the other end of the line, Hyunjin stared at his phone, his mind a tangle of anger and desperation. Charles had been his ace, his way out of this mess, and now it was gone, snatched away by the very forces he thought he could manipulate.

Evelyn's hand in this was undeniable, her power play both infuriating and grudgingly impressive. She was a master of the game, and Hyunjin hated how thoroughly she'd outmaneuvered him.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to think, to plan, to find a way through this. The art show was slipping further from his grasp, but he wasn't ready to give up, not when everything was at stake.

There was only one option left, one path that left a bitter taste in his mouth but promised the salvation he needed. He had to go back to Evelyn, had to swallow his pride and face the woman who held all the cards.

Hyunjin squared his shoulders, determination mingling with desperation. He would do what he had to.

****

Hyunjin stared at his reflection, the mirror a silent judge of the desperation etched across his features. His pride felt like a distant memory, swallowed whole by the gnawing need to salvage what he could from the wreckage of his plans. He knew what he had to do, even if it left him raw and exposed.

The thought of going back to Evelyn was both a lifeline and a humiliation. He'd sworn he wouldn't crawl back, wouldn't play the part of the restrained kept boy begging for scraps. But the art show was slipping away, and with it, everything he'd worked for. Desperation left little room for ego.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture both nervous and resolute. He had to approach this carefully, had to play his cards with the precision of a gambler betting it all on a single hand. Evelyn was unpredictable, petty and he couldn't afford to piss her off more.

Dressing for the encounter was an exercise in strategy. He chose a shirt that clung to his frame, a pair of pants that left just enough to the imagination. It was a balance of elegance and seduction, a look that said he was willing to play the game but on his own terms.

Hyunjin felt the weight of the decision settle over him, heavy and inescapable. He needed Evelyn's money, needed it more than he cared to admit. The thought of apologizing, of using his charm to win her back, was both infuriating and necessary.

He took a deep breath, the resolve in his chest mingling with a fear he couldn't quite shake. This was his last chance, his final play before the whole thing came crashing down. He couldn't afford to fail.

The elevator ride to Evelyn's penthouse was an eternity, each second a reminder of what was at stake. The doors opened with a soft chime, revealing the luxurious space beyond. It was a world of opulence and power, a stark contrast to the vulnerability that gnawed at him.

Hyunjin stepped inside, his heart a drumbeat of determination and dread. He was ready to face Evelyn, ready to swallow his pride and do what he must. The art show, his reputation, everything hung in the balance. He wouldn't leave without a fight.

Evelyn was there, a vision of elegance and control, her presence filling the room with a confidence that left him breathless. He hesitated for the briefest moment, the enormity of what he was about to do settling over him like a shroud.

"Evelyn," he said, his voice a mix of determination and vulnerability, a careful balance of defiance and submission.

She turned to him, a slow, deliberate movement that spoke volumes. Her eyes were sharp, taking in every detail with the precision of a predator assessing its prey. "Jinnie," she replied, the name a playful taunt. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten me."

Hyunjin swallowed, the weight of her gaze heavy on his shoulders. "How could I when I need your help," he said, cutting to the chase. There was no room for pretense, not when everything hung in the balance.

Evelyn smiled, a languid curve of her lips that promised nothing and everything all at once. "Oh, I know," she said, her tone as smooth as silk. "Charles was very apologetic when he told me you were in a bind."

The words were a calculated blow, and Hyunjin felt the sting of them like a physical thing. He took a step closer, letting his desperation show just enough to be enticing. "I can make it up to you," he said, his voice low and filled with promise.

She considered him, her expression unreadable, her composure unshaken. "And how would you do that, Jinnie?" she asked, the question both a challenge and an invitation.

Hyunjin's heart raced, the tension between them a living, breathing thing. He was used to being the one in control, but with Evelyn, it was always a dangerous dance. He could feel her power, the way it wrapped around him like a noose, and he was both terrified and exhilarated by it.

He reached for her, his fingers brushing against her arm, a tentative gesture that spoke of submission and need. "Let me show you," he said, the words a plea and a demand.

Evelyn's eyes sparkled with amusement, a cat toying with the mouse that dared enter its domain. "I don't know," she said, pulling back slightly, leaving him grasping at air. "Maybe I should let you sweat a little longer."

The possibility of rejection hung heavy in the air, a reminder of how precarious his situation was. Hyunjin felt his pride twist, felt the familiar burn of humiliation, but he couldn't afford to walk away, not now, not when he was so close.

He stepped closer again, his movements a study in vulnerability and allure. "Please, Evelyn," he said, the words tasting bitter and sweet all at once.

She let him come to her this time, let him close the distance until he was within reach. Her touch was sudden, a firm grip on his chin that forced him to meet her gaze. "You think you're clever," she said, her voice low and filled with the kind of confidence that left no room for doubt. "But you forget who is really in charge here."

Hyunjin's breath caught, the air between them charged with a tension that bordered on electric. He was teetering on the edge, the thrill of it a heady mix of fear and desire.

Then she kissed him, and everything else fell away.

It was rough, consuming, a claiming of territory that left him breathless and wanting. Evelyn's hands were everywhere, pulling him closer, tearing at the careful facade he'd built around himself. She pushed him back against the wall, her movements decisive and unyielding, leaving no doubt as to who was in control.

Hyunjin surrendered, his body responding with a need that eclipsed his pride, his desperation, everything but the moment and the woman who held him in her thrall. Buttons popped as she tore his shirt open. Her painted nails—blood red and filed to a sharp point—dug into the meat of his shoulders, her lips trailing fire across his neck, his chest, marking him as hers in ways that went beyond the physical.

She was relentless, a force of nature that swept over him with the power of a storm. Hyunjin had been with her before, knew the intensity of her desires, but this was different. This was raw, unfiltered, a reminder that she held all the cards and wasn't afraid to play them. And it made his cock throb like a goddamn heart trapped in his zipper.

“Don’t move,” she said as she stepped back, untying the belt of her wrap dress and letting it flutter to the ground. Her tits strained against the sheer black lace of her bra, nipples like bullet points begging to be bitten.

He gasped as she pushed him to the floor, her body a commanding presence above him, around him, everywhere at once. The carpet was soft beneath him, a cruel contrast to the roughness of her touch, the fierceness of her demands. She pinned him to the carpet as she straddled his hips, her soaked cunt already grinding against the tented fabric of his slacks. “You’re mine,” she snarled.

Evelyn’s teeth grazed Hyunjin’s collarbone hard enough to bruise. Her hand fisted his hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat, and he groaned—half pain, half prayer—as her free hand clawed at his belt. The leather slithered loose, and then her fingers were inside his boxers, cold and cruel, wrapping around his cock like a vise. She pulled it out.

“Look at this pathetic fucking dick,” she sneered, jerking him roughly, her thumb smearing pre-cum over his swollen tip. “Dripping for me already? You really are a desperate little slut, aren’t you?”

Hyunjin’s hips bucked, but she slammed her knee between his legs, pinning him flat. “Uh-uh,” she purred, leaning close enough that her breath fogged his lips. “You don’t get to move until I say so.” Her tongue flicked his earlobe, then her teeth closed around it, biting down until he whimpered. “Good boys who want to be taken care of stay still.”

He obeyed, trembling, as she stood and peeled off her panties, the fabric damp and clinging to her thighs. She draped them over his face, and he inhaled sharply, drunk on the tang of her sweat, the heady reek of her pussy soaked into the cotton.

“Breathe it in,” she ordered, her voice dropping to a growl as she positioned herself above him, her cunt hovering inches from his mouth. “Lick. Now.”

Hyunjin’s tongue lashed out, greedy and sloppy, lapping at her swollen lips, tracing the fat, throbbing clit that jutted from her folds like a fucking command button. She tasted like salt and sin, and he moaned into her, his nose buried in her trimmed curls as she ground against his face, suffocating him in her heat.

“Harder,” she demanded, her thighs clamping around his skull as she fucked his mouth, her juices slicking his chin, dripping down his neck. “You think this is for you? This is for me.” She brought her hands to breasts and massaged them before removing her bra and tossing it over her shoulder.

He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, just let her use his tongue like a toy, his cock aching, neglected, leaking onto his stomach. When she finally pulled away, his face was glazed, his lips swollen, and she laughed—a low, filthy sound—as she smeared her wetness across his face. “Painted by my cunt,” she muttered. “How fitting.”

Then her weight shifted, and he felt her hot breath on his dick a second before her mouth engulfed him, sucking him deep into her throat with a wet, gagging slurp. His back arched off the floor, a broken shout tearing from his lungs as her tongue swirled under his shaft, her fingers digging into his balls, squeezing like she wanted to pop them.

“F-fuck, Ev—please—”

She pulled off with an obscene pop, her lips glistening. “Please what?” she taunted, her hand pumping him roughly, her thumb pressing punishing circles into his slit. “You wanna cum? Beg. Tell me what a worthless fuck toy you are. Tell me you’ll die if I don’t let you splatter all over my tits.”

Hyunjin’s vision blurred, his thighs shaking. “I’m—I’m your worthless fuck toy,” he choked, his voice ragged. “Please, Ev, let me cum—please, I need it—”

She climbed back up his body, her soaked cunt hovering over his cock, and he felt her heat radiating against him, a taunt. “You’ll cum when I’m done with you, slut,” she hissed, and then she sank down, taking him inch by excruciating inch, her tight, dripping walls clenching around him like a fist. “Fuck,” she gasped, her composure slipping for just a second, her nails raking his chest as she bottomed out, his balls pressed flush against her ass. “Look at you—finally useful for something other than spending my money.”

Evelyn’s hips rolled, slow and cruel, her inner muscles milking him as she rode him with the precision of a fucking metronome. Over. And over. And over. Hyunjin’s hands scrabbled at her waist, desperate to grip, to thrust, but she slapped them away.

“Did I say you could touch?” she snapped, her pace quickening, her tits bouncing as she slammed down harder, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls. “You’re just a dick tonight, baby. My pretty little dick.”

Evelyn fucked him with a precision and passion that left him undone, each movement a testament to her dominance, her control, her absolute refusal to let him forget who he belonged to. Hyunjin's world narrowed to the rhythm of their bodies, the relentless drive of her hips, the shattering intensity of it all. He arched into her, the last vestiges of resistance burning away in the heat of their collision.

Hyunjin sobbed, his orgasm coiling tight but she leaned forward, her mouth hovering over his, her breath hot. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she warned, her cunt clenching viciously around him. “You cum when I say. Not a second sooner.”

Her hand slid between them, her fingers rubbing furious circles on her clit, her moans sharpening to a scream as her own climax ripped through her. Hyunjin felt her pulsing around him, her juices gushing, and then she collapsed against his chest, her teeth sinking into his shoulder as she shuddered.

“Now,” she panted, her voice wrecked, her hips stuttering. “Now you can cum.”

He exploded with a guttural roar, his cum shooting deep inside her, his vision whiting out as she kept riding him, wringing every last drop until he was hollowed out, gasping, her name a broken chant on his lips.

When it was over, he lay there panting, spent, his skin a map of red marks and sweat. Evelyn patted his cheek like he was a dog. “Good boy,” she murmured, smirking as she stood, her thighs streaked with their mess as their collective fluids dripped out of her, her expression one of triumph and satisfaction. She looked down at him, his body still a trembling wreck on the floor. Her eyes were filled with the kind of confidence that left no room for doubt or rebellion.

"Remember this, Jinnie," she said, her voice a soft, dangerous caress. "You may be pretty with a big dick, but I'm the one with the power here. I own your dick. And if you want to fuck other people, you need my permission first. Understand?"

Hyunjin nodded, his pride bruised but intact, his desire for her burning brighter than ever.

“Get out,” she said as she turned to walk away.

Hyunjin sat up. “But Evelyn…,” he whined

She lifted her hand, cutting him off. “I’ll take care of the deposits tonight,” she said over her shoulder as she disappeared down the hallway.

Hyunjin sighed. He'd secured her support, but it had come at a cost, one that left him feeling both exhilarated and subdued.

As he dressed, his hands still trembling from the intensity of it all, Hyunjin couldn't help but smile. The art show was back on track, and though Evelyn had claimed victory tonight, the game was far from over.

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The gallery was alive with energy, a vibrant pulse that mirrored the rapid beat of Hyunjin's heart. People moved like currents through the space, stopping to admire the paintings that lined the walls. It was a spectacle, a triumph, and Hyunjin stood at the center of it all, basking in the glow of his success.

His work was the star of the evening, the raw intensity of each piece drawing the kind of attention he had only dreamed of. The fear and desperation of the past week faded into the background, replaced by a sense of pride and relief that left him breathless.

Hyunjin moved through the crowd, the chatter of voices a comforting hum around him. He caught sight of Jeongin, a crooked smile on his lips as he chatted with a group of art critics.

Charles was there too, his presence more subdued, a shadow of the man who had once promised the world. He gave Hyunjin a nod, a silent acknowledgment of what they'd shared and lost, a reminder that Evelyn's reach extended far beyond what Hyunjin had imagined.

And Evelyn—Evelyn was everywhere. Her influence was palpable, a guiding hand that had turned potential disaster into undeniable success. She mingled with the guests, her poise and confidence a stark contrast to the turmoil Hyunjin had felt only days before.

Hyunjin's heart skipped as he watched her, the memory of their last encounter a vivid, lingering presence. She was a force, one he couldn't quite control, one he was drawn to with a mixture of longing and defiance.

He shook hands with collectors and patrons, his charm effortless, the recognition and praise flowing as freely as the champagne. It was everything he'd wanted, everything he'd feared he'd lose, and it left him feeling both elated and restless.

Jeongin found him, a glass in hand, his eyes bright with excitement. "You did it," he said, the words simple but filled with the kind of warmth that only Jeongin could give.

Hyunjin grinned, pulling Jeongin into a quick, fierce hug. "We did it," he said, knowing he wouldn't be here without Jeongin's support, without the friendship that had steadied him when everything else was in flux.

They stood together, watching the crowd, the moment a shared victory that tasted all the sweeter for the struggle it had taken to get there.

Evelyn approached, her presence as commanding as ever, a reminder of the debt Hyunjin owed her, both in the gallery and beyond. She gave him a look, one that spoke of triumph and challenge, of a game still in play.

"Congratulations, Jinnie," she said, her voice smooth and knowing. "I heard 8 of your pieces were sold. It seems you pulled it off after all."

Hyunjin met her gaze, the spark between them as electrifying as ever. "Couldn't have done it without you," he replied, the words both a truth and a reminder that he was still in the game, still ready to push back.

Evelyn smiled, the kind of smile that left no doubt as to who was in control. "I know," she said, her confidence as unshakeable as it was alluring.

Hyunjin watched her walk away, his mind a whirlwind of ambition and desire. The art show was a triumph, but it was only the beginning. The power struggle with Evelyn was far from over, and the uncertainty of it all left him both anxious and exhilarated.

He turned back to the crowd, to the life and energy that filled the gallery, a reminder of what he'd achieved and what still lay ahead. The future was a question mark, a tantalizing possibility that beckoned with the promise of more challenges, more victories, more of everything he craved.

Hyunjin took a deep breath, letting the triumph of the night settle over him like a second skin. He was a rising star, a force to be reckoned with, and he wasn't done yet.

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|Tango of two hearts ~ Lee Minho|

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: angst, smut

Word count: 8628

Warnings: 18+, smut, blowjob, fingering, starving, fainting

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Behind the scenes of the complex and energetic world of K-pop, you were the only girl in the group of backup dancers for Stray Kids. The team did not use female dancers often because they were unable to match their energy and dynamic movements. However, you were very talented and had no problem keeping up with them.

Your ambition and determination set you apart from others. You learned at an incredible pace. You even tied Minho's record for learning basic choreography the fastest, which earned you recognition from JYP, and Minho personally chose you as one of his backup dancers.

When you got into JYP, you were so happy. After all, it was your dream - to perform on the big stage. However, after the trial period, you faced the brutal reality. JYP put a lot of pressure on you, expecting who knows what when he couldn't even do what he asked for. Being the only girl in a large group full of guys brought additional challenges and often unpleasant situations

Your appearance was constantly judged and your skills questioned every time new people learned about you. But each time you showed them how wrong they were to downplay your talent. Every move you made was precise, perfectly on point and always with the right energy.

However, your self-confidence came with many sacrifices. You trained for long hours every day. Even though you were tired, you always smiled during rehearsals, not giving satisfaction to other people who wanted to trick you. You always did your own thing and focused only on what was most important at a given moment. You just felt like you had to work twice as hard as the guys to achieve the same success.

You were always the first to arrive at rehearsals and the last to leave. Due to the amount of time spent in the JYP building, all the artists knew you very well. Especially Stray Kids, for whom you danced, you could even say that you became friends with them. Each of the boys cared about you in their own way and they often suggested going out to eat with you, but you always refused, they didn't want to cause them any trouble with potential gossip.

The day before you got the demo for the new Stray Kids choreography, you also stayed longer in the training room. You were stressed about what enormously difficult new challenge JYP would have in front of you. From comeback to comeback, the choreographies became more and more complicated and tiring, but you had to face them.

You played the music and stood up again to dance through all the previous choreographies. You were tired and dripping with sweat, but dancing was your way of relieving stress. Completely absorbed in the music, you didn't pay attention to what time it was.

When the music ended, you were panting from exhaustion, but you heard soft clapping from behind you. You quickly turned around to see Chan and Minho standing in the doorway, watching you with smiles on their faces.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, wiping the sweat from your forehead with your shirt.

“I could ask you the same thing. It's 5 a.m., shouldn't you maybe get some rest.” Minho replied in a warm voice, handing you a bottle of water.

“5 o'clock already!? I must have lost track of time, but I'm stressed about tomorrow. I don't want to be an unnecessary burden for you." You hungrily drank half of the bottle, drenching yourself slightly as you did so.

“You won't be a burden to us, on the contrary, we will have to chase you. Besides, we've already talked about it, your health is more important to us. Do not overdo it." Chan walked up to you and gently wiped away the water that was running down your chin.

You always appreciated how the boys took care of you. Without their support, you would probably have given up a long time ago. Knowing that the two of them wouldn't leave until you got out of the room, you took your things and went with the boys to the exit. Even though you were so tired, you all laughed and talked until you reached the door. Minho offered to take you to your apartment, but you declined, not wanting to inconvenience him.

At home, you washed up and changed into comfortable pajamas and went to bed. You were so tired that it only took a moment for you to drift off to dreamland. However, after literally two hours, you were woken up by the loud sound of your alarm clock. You barely got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up.

When you looked in the mirror, you noticed that the bags under your eyes were extremely visible, so you decided to cover them with makeup. Despite your best efforts, it wasn't very effective, but you didn't have time to worry about that anymore.

On the way out, you grabbed a banana that you planned to eat on the way and ran out of the house, rushing to the JYP Entertainment building. As usual, you came to the room first and started warming up. You wanted to be ready for whatever the CEO came up with.

After an hour, others started arriving in the training room. Unlike you, everyone seemed calm and composed. It's like they don't care what challenge they get. A moment later, members of Stray Kids also started to come to the room. Everyone of course greeted you before they went to join the rest of the dancers. You often saw jealous glances from others in your group. They were irritated by the fact that you had better contact with the guys from SKZ than they did.

Only after another hour did JYP graciously come to the room with the choreographer. Everyone sat comfortably, looking at the huge screen that entered the hall. The new song immediately caught your ear. It was energetic, rhythmic and just your style. The choreography was also okay until the last chorus started. While Minho was to sing his part, the backup dancers were to hide him until the climax, which was when you were thrown into the air and Lino was to pass under you, and then your group was to catch you and you were to finish the choreography.

Everyone saw this and looked at you worriedly, but you tried to keep a straight face, even though deep down you were terrified. You've never had to perform any acrobatics before, especially in the air, and especially with one of the Stary Kids members under you.

“What if you fall or kick him? What if they don't catch you or you don't jump up high enough? Or will you panic during the concert or the lights will blind you and you won't know where to land?” There were so many thoughts swirling around in your head, so many unknowns and so many things that could go wrong. You started to doubt your skills and whether you would be able to cope with the new challenges.

When the song ended, JYP said his well-learned formula that he was counting on everyone, that everything would go well and that everyone would definitely make it, and he would keep his fingers crossed for everyone. Of course, he was pretending in front of the new choreographer who did not know what the real nature of the CEO was. Finally, he got up from his chair and, saying goodbye to everyone, left the room, leaving you with the choreographer.

On the first day, as usual, you will learn together with Stray Kids to get to know the choreographies, and then separately, each of them will adapt their training to their personal schedules. Of course, as the show gets closer, you'll go back to training together again to fine-tune everything.

So as soon as JYP disappeared out the door, the choreographer ordered a quick warm-up. The boys from Strata Kids immediately came over to you to warm up together.

“What do you think Y/n about the new choreography, you will shine in it. “ Felix said, stretching.

“I wish.” You smiled slightly.

“Don't worry, Y/n, you'll handle everything as usual, and with style. “ Jeongin added, patting you on the back.

You were glad that you had the support of the members, but your head couldn't stop thinking about what could go wrong. Even though you put on a happy mask, underneath you were like a terrified dog.

Of course, this was noticed by Minho, who was exceptionally good at reading your emotions, no matter how hard you tried to hide them. The boy walked up to you and simply sat next to you, making it clear that he would always be there for you. He knew perfectly well that you didn't like it when he was too much around you, so he didn't say anything, that he knew how you really felt.

After the warm-up, the choreography lessons began. As usual, you and Minho memorized all the steps almost immediately, and then all you had to do was polish them. The choreographer deliberately skipped the part with your jump, explaining that there would be a separate training session for it, and now the choreography was more important. Don't argue about it, because the longer you didn't have to make this move, the better for you.

After a few hours of training, with everyone already dripping with sweat, you and Minho started helping your group members perfect their moves. You showed how to smoothly transition from one move to another, you polished the angles and small shortcomings of others. Every person you helped was grateful for the help and thanks to this you finished the material planned for today faster.

“We'll get going. Anyone interested in going out to eat together? “ Changbin asked, gathering his things and heading to the shower.

In the crowd, a few guys from your group volunteered, but you were hesitant.

“Y/n, don't let me ask you again. When was the last time you went out with us? “ Han walked up to you, grabbing and swinging your hand.

You laughed lightly when you saw Han's sweet eyes asking you to leave. You couldn't resist his cuteness so you agreed. Then some of the guys went to take a shower, and you had to wait because there was only one bathroom with showers, which was dedicated to you.

After 15 minutes, you received a signal that you could go wash yourself. You grabbed your clean clothes, towels and toiletries and went to take a bath. When she entered the bathroom, she undressed and covered herself with a towel. She took a step towards the shower, but then she heard the sound of water running. She froze for a moment, trying to understand what was happening. Someone was still taking a bath. You were about to back away when you heard a group of boys from behind the wall.

“Come out, come out Y/n. We know you are there, show us your beautiful body. “ The voices of the boys in the group were laughing and mocking.

You were trapped, you had no way to get out, and a group of horny dancers were about to burst into the bathroom. You could already see their shadows when you felt a tug. A strong movement caused your towel to fall to the ground. You closed your eyes in fear. When you opened your eyes again, you were in the shower, the warm water hitting the tiles. Minho stood before your eyes. His wet hair sticking to his forehead and the drops of water flowing down his body added to his charisma. Your heart was pounding like crazy, so much so that you thought it was going to jump out of your chest. The boy looked deep into your eyes, and you didn't dare to look even a millimeter lower.

You knew perfectly well that he was standing naked and you were tempted to look at him even for a second, and his large eyes hypnotized you. You tried to cover your body somehow, but the boy assured you with his actions that he had no intention of making you feel uncomfortable.

“Y/n where are you? There's your towel on the ground so we know you're here. You don't have to be ashamed of us. “ The voice came from just behind the curtain.

Terrified, you hugged the cold wall, a pleading plea for Minho hidden in your eyes. Your body trembled with fear and shame, and the water from the shower did not help you calm down.

“Minho, please help me…” You whispered, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

Minho took a step towards you, gently placing a finger on your lips to silence you. His touch was surprisingly warm and soothing.

"Shh, Y/n. Calm down, I won't let them hurt you." He said in a whisper, looking deep into your eyes. "Stay here, I'll take care of them."

Then he poked his head out from behind the curtain so as not to reveal that you were there too.

“Oh Minho, we didn't know you were still here. “ Said one of the dancers, in a slightly embarrassed voice.

“Are you looking for Y/n? Shouldn't you wait for her outside the bathroom?“ He asked in a firm voice.

All you heard was noise and the mixing of at least 5 different guys' hair. Each of them tried to explain something, stammering.

“She's not here, and you shouldn't be here while she's taking a bath, so I advise you to leave, or I'll personally make sure you don't set foot in any studio. “ Minho threatened them, slightly angry, and grabbed your towel from one of their hands.

The next thing you heard was dancers running out of the bathroom and Lee Know closed the curtain again.

You breathed a sigh of relief, but you still felt a little nervous about the whole situation. Minho walked over to you, slowly handing you your towel. But you, forgetting yourself for a moment, hugged him, your naked bodies separated only by a thin towel.

The boy didn't know what to do with his hands that were hanging right next to your buttocks. However, it didn't take long for you to realize the situation you were in and quickly move away from the boy. A red blush appeared on your faces almost immediately. You grabbed the towel from Minho's hand and covered yourself with it, and Lino scratched his head awkwardly.

“Thank you Minho. “ You said quietly, slightly biting your lip in embarrassment.

“No... you have nothing to be thankful for. Now wash yourself calmly, I'll wait outside so they don't come back. “ He stammered, then grabbed his towel and got out of the shower.

You quickly washed yourself, but the image of Minho couldn't leave your head. When you finished bathing, you wrapped yourself in a towel and left the bathroom. Lino was waiting for you outside the room, although this time he was fully clothed.

“Hurry up, everyone is waiting for us at the restaurant. I'll give you a ride, it'll be faster." He said, breaking away from the wall he was leaning against a moment ago.

You didn't say anything, you just quickly went to put on some normal clothes and after a while you were ready. In fact, there was no one else in the room, so you had no choice but to go with Minho to the car. Neither of you dared to utter a word. When you went down to the parking lot, you started looking for the boy's potential car, but you couldn't spot it. Until you went behind the wall and your eyes saw a beautiful black sports car.

You knew that all Stray Kids members were rich, but you didn't expect this. You got into the car, of course Minho acted like a gentleman and opened the door for you, embarrassing you again. You sat back in your chair but you were too stressed to move, not wanting to break anything.

Finally Lee Know got into the car and started the engine and was about to drive away when he looked at you and moved very close to you. Your faces were centimeters apart, you could literally feel his breath on your skin.

Your eyes roamed all over his face and his heart was pounding so hard you felt like Minho could hear it perfectly. You don't know why you closed your eyes, as if you were getting ready for a kiss, but all that happened was the click of your seat belt being fastened.

You immediately opened your eyes and saw Minho laughing as he was driving his car out of the parking lot.

“Safety first.” He winked at you and focused on driving.

You felt like you were about to burn with embarrassment. You lightly tapped your forehead a few times to calm yourself down. Fortunately, this whole awkward situation was interrupted by Minho who played some music.

Fortunately, the route was short and you were there in a moment. As soon as you walked in, you were greeted with laughter and jokes. The whole team was sitting at a large table full of appetizers and colorful drinks.

"At last! How long can we wait for you?” Han called with a smile that showed he was up to something.

“Sorry, Y/n had to take a shower.” Minho said, holding the door for you.

“Oh, sure, take a shower. ” Felix said, winking at the others. “Are you sure bathing Y/n was the only reason you two were gone for so long?”

You felt a blush spread across your cheeks. “Yes, a shower, I had to wait until each of you had finally taken a bath. “ You replied quickly, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Yes, yes, just shower.” Changbin repeated with mock doubt. "We thought maybe you were... staying somewhere."

Minho looked at the dancers who had earlier tried to catch you in the bathroom.

"Leave her alone, she really had to wait until we all had a bath." He said, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

The group burst out laughing, but luckily the topic quickly changed as they started ordering more food and drinks. The atmosphere was relaxed and friendly. Grilling, conversation and laughter filled the evening.

Hyunjin, as always in a great mood, decided to make sure that no one had an empty glass.

“Yn, try this.” He said, handing you a large drink.

“Hyunjin, maybe that's enough.” You tried to say, but he just waved his hand.

“Don't worry, it's just a small drink!” He laughed.

With each passing glass you felt more and more drunk, but you didn't want to say anything so as not to give more reasons to joke. Your head was starting to spin and the world around you seemed more and more distant. You finally got up from the table, trying to find the bathroom because you felt sick. Seungmin, noticing how you were swaying, walked over to the rest of the group.

“Hey, Yn may have had too much alcohol. Someone better check her.”

One of the backup dancers, whom Minho had never trusted, stepped closer.

"I will take care of this." He said with a smile that Minho immediately found disturbing.

Minho looked towards you and noticed that you were barely standing. He quickly walked over to you before the other had a chance to do anything else.

“Come on, Yn, it's time to go back.” He said, taking you into his arms.

He took you out of the restaurant, ignoring the surprised looks and cheers from the others, and led you to his car.

“I don't know your address, so I'll take you to our house. ” He said quietly as he put you in the car.

You just nodded, feeling the world spin around you. When you got to the dorm, Minho made sure there was no one around, but just in case, he put on a hood, dark glasses, and a mask so no one would recognize him. He lifted you in his arms again and went to the dorm. Not wanting you to sleep on the couch, he gently placed you on his bed and covered you with a blanket.

“Sleep peacefully.” He whispered before heading to the couch in the living room himself.

You woke up slowly in the morning, your head was throbbing from the hangover and your throat was dry as hell. You opened your eyes, trying to figure out where you were. The walls were unfamiliar, the bedding was unfamiliar, and the smell of men's perfume hung in the air. From your memory, you had gone out for drinks with friends the night before, but you had no idea how you ended up here.

You got out of bed, trying to control your headache. You carefully left the room, trying to be as quiet as possible. As soon as you walked through the door, you heard conversations coming from the living room. Your heart started beating faster when you noticed the four boys who didn't seem to care about their lack of shirts.

Chan, Hyunjin, IN and Minho were sitting on the couch, laughing and talking. Everyone fell silent for a moment when they saw you, then smiled broadly.

“Oh, our princess is awake!” Chan called, getting up from the couch and walking over to you with a glass of water and pills. “Hold on, for the hangover. Drink a lot of water."

You gratefully accepted the glass and medicine, trying to ignore your racing heart and reddened cheeks. It felt weird being in the Stray Kids dorm, with four of them standing in front of you without their shirts on. However, you had to admit that each of them had amazing bodies.

Minho walked to the kitchen and returned with a plate full of breakfast.

“I made you something to eat. You should eat something to feel better.”

You sat down at the table, grateful for the gesture. After a moment of silence, Seungmin, who had just entered the living room, looked at you with a smile.

“I heard you stayed in Minho's room. Anything interesting going on there?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"What? “ You froze, looking at Minho, who also looked surprised.

“No, nothing happened. She just didn't have a place to sleep, and I wouldn't let her sleep on the couch.” Minho replied quickly, trying to hide his confusion.

Seungmin chuckled at your reactions.

“I'm just messing with you guys, don't worry.”

You weren't laughing, but you tried not to show it, so you decided to eat the breakfast Minho had prepared. As soon as you put the first piece in your mouth, Lino left the room, only to return a moment later with a T-shirt in his hand.

“If you wanted to change clothes.” He said, handing you his shirt.

You almost choked on the food that was in your mouth. You were surprised by this gesture, but you accepted the clothes and after eating breakfast, you went to the bathroom to change. When you came out of the bathroom, the boys started whistling at you.

“Y/N, I've never seen you like this before.” Hyunjin said, looking at you.

The shirt Minho gave you was like a dress for you, but it ended just below your buttocks. You had to admit that it was very comfortable and smelled totally like Lino. As you were moving around the kitchen, trying to hide your embarrassment, you saw the clock hanging in the living room. It was almost 8 o'clock, which means you should have been on your way to training long ago.

You thanked all the boys for taking care of you and, putting on the mask Han gave you, you ran out of their apartment and caught the first taxi that came. Fortunately, you managed to make it in time at the last minute. You changed into your training clothes and started dancing, but your mind was filled with thoughts of you sleeping in Minho's bed and the upcoming acrobatics.

When you entered the room, the noise that was audible through the walls quieted down, but the other dancers didn't have time to say anything because the coach came after a while. You quickly warmed up and started repeating the choreography. Finally, the coach ordered an acrobatic part.

The trainer approached you and told you that you would first start by practicing just getting in and balancing on each other's hands. You were stressed, but you knew you had to trust your teammates. Determined, you stepped into the hands of the dancers. You felt their strong hands beneath you, but you had to focus on maintaining your balance. To your surprise, you picked up on how to do it quite quickly. A few tries and you could confidently stand on their hands.

The trainer nodded, pleased with the progress.

“Now it's time for the drop off.” He announced.

You started with light bounces and you tried not to panic. With each subsequent bounce you felt more confident, although the fear was still there. But you knew you had to trust your partners.

After a dozen or so attempts, the moment finally came for a full lunge. You took a deep breath and stepped into the dancers' arms. The coach said this would be the last pitch for today. You felt your heart beat faster.

"Now!" The coach shouted.

You felt your body rise into the air. For a brief moment, you felt as free as a bird, flying high above the ground. The sun shining through the hall windows illuminated your face, and you felt light and hopeful. However, this moment lasted only a second. At the same time, JYP entered the room. All eyes turned towards him.

Instead of steady hands catching you in mid-air, you only felt emptiness beneath you. In a split second, your body began to fall, and you were horrified to see that no one was ready to catch you. Panic began to rise, but there was no time to react.

A second later you fell on your back from quite a height. The impact on the ground was brutal, knocking the air out of your lungs. A dull thud echoing through the room echoed in your ears. You lay still, feeling a huge pain in your back. The pain was excruciating, as if someone had stuck a thousand needles into your back. You tried to take a breath, but each breath only made the pain intensify.

Everyone in the room froze. You heard the apologies, saw the worried faces, but your eyes were full of tears of pain. You felt the world around you spinning and the sounds became muffled, as if you were hearing them from behind a thick wall. The trainer rushed towards you, his face contorted with concern. Only after a dozen or so minutes the pain became a little less and one of the boys helped you get up from the ground. You saw guilt and terror in his eyes. The coach called it an end to training for you and told you to go home to rest.

Holding your back and barely able to walk, you left the room. Every step you took was difficult, and the pain was a reminder of what had happened. However, JYP caught you in the corridor. His gaze was stern.

“It's your fault they didn't catch you. You're too fat. You have to lose weight or I will fire you.” He said coldly.

These words were like another blow. In pain, with unpleasant information in the back of your mind, you returned home. There, alone, you finally allowed yourself to cry. You burst into tears, feeling the entire weight of the day press down on your heart. Back pain mixed with mental pain, creating a mix that seemed endless. You knew you had no choice but to go on a diet.

The next day you went to the physiotherapist because the back pain was still unpleasant. The doctor just put tape on your back and prescribed an ointment that you had to rub on your back. Despite great discomfort, in the evening you went to the gym again to exercise. However, movements that were previously easy for you became strangely difficult. You were irritated with yourself for not getting anything done.

At night, when you were left alone in the training room, Minho joined you.

“Is something wrong Y/n? " He asked as he entered.

“I can't cope with this choreography. It was as if I had forgotten everything. “ You replied, irritated.

“I have the perfect way to do it. " He said and took out a bandanna from his backpack.

This surprised you but you didn't say anything. The boy walked up to you and stood behind you.

"You trust me? " He asked.

You just nodded and the boy blindfolded you and told you to dance again.

You tried to make your first movements but you felt like your legs were getting tangled and you couldn't get the movements right. It really irritated you because you thought that maybe you weren't as good as you thought.

Seeing this, Minho calms you down, saying that just because you're failing now doesn't mean you're weak. Suddenly, you felt the warmth of Minho's hands as they gently touched your waist. His touch was firm yet gentle, as if he was afraid he might hurt you. He moved closer, his breath touching your ear.

"Ready?" He whispered, his voice like velvet piercing the silence.

You nodded, unsure of what awaited you, but excited at the same time. Minho slowly began to guide your body, his hand on your waist like a compass, giving you direction. Every movement was precise, but at the same time full of passion. You felt his body close to you, as if you had become one harmonious whole. You didn't know this feeling before.

When you finally managed to get through all the moves and dance flawlessly, you were overjoyed. You hugged Minho.

“Thank you, Lino. “ You said, wiping the sweat from your forehead, exposing your back.

“Y/n what happened? “He asked, concerned.

"It's nothing. “You didn't want to worry him.

The boy didn't fully believe you, but he didn't want to be nosy and didn't pursue the topic further. You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the mirrors of the training room.

“Do you want to eat something y/n? " He asked, taking the phone in his hand.

You, remembering JYP's words, refused with a little sadness, even though your stomach said that he needed something to eat. The first day without food was hard and it was difficult for you to control your hunger, and the only thing in your stomach today was water.

You sat and talked about everything and nothing. Minho told you stories from his life, laughing at his own stories, and you felt your bond growing stronger by the minute.

“I've never felt so close to anyone on the team before. “ You admitted quietly, staring at your hands.

Minho smiled at you, gently placing his hand on your thigh.

"I'm glad you think so. I really enjoy spending time with you. “

The first rays of sunlight began to stream through the window as you both decided it was time to head home to get some rest before another day of training. Leaving the room, Minho accompanied you to the door.

“Thank you for today, Minho. You really helped me a lot.”

“Thank you, Y/n. I had a wonderful time.” He smiled at you, his eyes shining in the dimness.

Over the next few days, you didn't meet the guys from Stray Kids very often. You were focused on healing your back pain and perfecting your jump. Your drastic water diet quickly showed results. Within a week you lost 5 kg and even the other dancers started asking you if you were okay because you looked terrible and your moves weren't that strong anymore. The day finally came when you were supposed to perform on the big stage.

The day of the concert came sooner than she expected. Her heart was beating fast as she prepared to perform. The training sessions were intense and the nights were short. You often felt like your body was at its breaking point, but you couldn't afford to rest - not when you were so close to realizing your dreams.

The day of the concert finally came. You gathered yourself and went to the JYP building, as soon as you crossed the threshold of the training room, everyone's eyes turned to you.

“Y/n!? Everything's all right? You do not look good. “ Chan said, walking up to you.

“Yes, yes, everything is fine. “ You smiled at the boy and put your things under the mirror.

You started your preparations and despite the pain, you gritted your teeth and continued dancing. You even managed to jump, and Minho quickly passed under you. As soon as the rehearsal was over, you went to the bathroom, or rather staggered there. You were so dizzy you were hitting the walls. You grabbed the sink and splashed cold water on your face.

You felt terrible but you had to endure it, you drank the entire bottle of water you had with you to trick your stomach. And it was time to get to the stadium to rehearse on stage. Your movements were imperfect, but you tried to do your best, and during breaks you went to the bathroom so that no one could see what condition you were in. Several times you even had to go to the doctor to give you oxygen.

After all, there were two hours left until the concert and everyone was getting ready. You painted yourself to hide all the signs of your condition. You don't know when it happened, but they were already calling you to the stage. After the oxygen you were given, you felt a little better and had more strength.

The stage was illuminated by bright spotlights and the sounds of music echoed throughout the stadium. You danced with all your might, synchronizing your movements with the rest of the group and the Stray Kids. You had only one thing in your mind - to give your all for the fans and the team. However, with each movement you felt your energy begin to fade.

The last hole was drawing to a close and you struggled to stay on your feet. It's time to reproach. You stepped onto the dancers' hands and waited for them to fly up. This and the last chorus were all that separated you from the long-awaited rest.

You jumped up and Minho passed under you and the dancers caught you. During the last chorus, you started to feel dizzy, but you had to persevere until the end. As the music stopped and the lights dimmed, you felt your body suddenly weaken. Your vision went dark and you lost your balance. You fell to the ground and the last thing you saw was Lee Know's worried face.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw Chan and Minho who were currently talking to the doctor. You were lying on the bed, connected to a drip. You tried to get up, and as soon as the boys saw your move, they came to you.

“Are you okay Y/n?” Minho asked. “ I was so worried about you… I mean, we all were. “

Chan just rolled his eyes and checked how you felt.

“Y/n, what made you think of starving yourself? You don't have to do this, your body is great... I mean... it's not like that... that sounded bad... but you know what I mean. “The leader was confused.

“But… but JYP told me to, otherwise he would have fired me. “You lowered your head in shame.

“Relax, Y/n, you're in our care and we won't let you get hurt, and believe me, we have a lot to talk about when it comes to this label. “ Minho assured you, lifting your chin slowly.

When you looked up, you were met with huge smiles from the two boys and you felt better. You knew you had support from them, which you needed very much right now. Unfortunately, the boys had to go back to their schedules after a while, and you had half a drip left and you could go home.

The doctor gave you recommendations on how to slowly get back to full health, which you were going to follow. Thanks to the guys' support, you realized that it's not worth trying to fit in with others at the expense of your health.

The following days, when you regain full strength, were like a fairytale for you. Every single one of the guys from Stray Kids took care of you every time they saw you. Especially Minho, who found time between the busy schedule to come to you and give you a new dish that he had prepared himself.

Thanks to this, you regained your strength quite quickly, and you even feel that you were in even better condition than before. Your movements become smooth and powerful again and you were able to compete with the dancers in your group.

One evening you decided to stay longer in the gym to move around just for yourself. The training room at JYP was filled with the soft glow of the setting sun, reflecting off the mirrors and creating an atmosphere that perfectly matched the sensual rhythm of the music. You moved with a grace that could seduce anyone. Your body undulated to the low, melodic sounds, and every movement emanated with sensuality and self-confidence.

It so happened that Minho was in the building at the same time and, hearing the music, he decided to check who was dancing in the room. Of course he noticed you absorbed in the music. Minho decided to stand in the doorway and watch you for a moment. His breathing quickened when he noticed the way you danced - you were like a living flame that drew his attention with an irresistible force. He couldn't help but join you. He headed towards the center of the room, his footsteps were quiet, so you didn't notice his presence at first.

However, as he got closer and you noticed him, your heart beat faster and a slight smile appeared on your face. Minho walked up to you, continuing to dance with you, joining in with your movements as if you were one. His hands gently wrapped around your waist and you pulled him closer, your bodies almost touching.

The song became more and more intense, and the tension between the two of you grew with each step. You both danced in a trance, locked in a rhythm that seemed to be created just for you. You felt your hearts begin to beat in unison, and something he hadn't known before appeared in Minho's eyes - a deep, burning desire.

You both rubbed against each other as if you wanted to be close. Each momentary departure from each other lasted like an eternity that you wanted to eliminate as quickly as possible. Minho's hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch. You didn't mind when his hand sometimes went to your buttocks or just under your breasts. His every touch was like an unexpressed desire that wanted to finally leave your bodies.

As the music reached its climax, Minho stopped, looking straight into your eyes. Your breaths were quick and your faces were so close that you could feel his hot breath on your lips. The moment lasted forever until Minho finally couldn't stand it anymore - he connected your lips in a passionate kiss, full of hidden feeling and desire.

You gave yourself into the kiss, feeling your body melt in his arms. The kiss was full of passion, desperation and passion that you both had suppressed for too long. When you broke apart, your eyes spoke louder than words - you knew it wasn't over.

Without another word, you left the training room and headed to your apartment. As Minho drove the car, his hand rested on your thigh and he stroked it, getting dangerously close to your pussy. You felt your heart racing and your legs started to get wet. As soon as you reached your destination, the door closed behind you and you remained in each other's arms, kissing again, giving in to the feelings that could finally see the light of day.

You immediately directed him to your bedroom. Before you knew it, Minho had already taken your shirt off, leaving you in your bra. He placed you gently on the bed and started kissing your entire chest. His mouth moved from your neck, over your collarbones and breasts, to your stomach, his wet trail stopping just at the waistband of your pants. Your body was boiling with the amount of stimulation.

After a while, Minho also took off his shirt, revealing his torso. Now you could take a closer look at his trained dancer's body. You couldn't resist the temptation and ran your hand over Minho's perfectly visible abs. You bit your lip, trying to control yourself.

You were about to remove your hand when Minho grabbed it and placed it on his chest. You felt his heart pounding like crazy, just like yours.

“You have this effect on me Y/n and have for a long time.” He said, an alluring voice that stuck in your ears.

His words made you unable to help but connect your lips again in a passionate kiss. The boy took advantage of your inattention and unhooked your bra with one hand. Your chest was wrapped in the cool wind that came through the open window. Your nipples were painfully erect with arousal, which Minho immediately noticed. He cupped your breasts in his hands and slowly took your nipple into his mouth.

A soft moan fell from your lips, causing a smile to appear on the boy's face. His tongue began to rub circles around your nipples, moving from one to the other. Your back arched so he could put his arm underneath you and support your body, making it easier for him to access you.

One of your hands went to his naked torso. You explored every inch of his body with your fingers until you felt the waistband of his panties. Your face immediately lit up and you pulled him towards you again, connecting your lips again this time in a French kiss. Your saliva mixed together as your tongues swirled around like a dance. You didn't even have a chance to fight for dominance, Minho quickly showed who would be in charge.

Your fingers, which had been fidgeting on the edge of the elastic band, moved lower. You could now feel his swollen penis, which was forming a bulge in his pants. You both smiled into the kiss, but Minho broke away from you.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop myself." Minho said, towering over you.

You nodded, biting your lip a little harder. It was a sign to the two of you that you could let out all your emotions and just enjoy the moment. Minho started kissing down your body again, teasing you as he got closer to the line of your pants, his tongue reaching under the waistband. You thought you were going crazy, your body craved his closeness, demanded more.

You started squirming underneath him, lifting your hips to grind against his cock, you were hungry for his touch. You wanted to have him for yourself.

“Do you want me that bad?” He asked, biting your nipple lightly.

A muffled moan escaped your lips again, hinting at what your answer was. Lino understood your request perfectly and pulled down your pants and panties in one smooth movement. You were naked in front of him again, but this time he didn't hold back from looking at your body. He took a moment to admire your body.

“You're so perfect.” His voice lowered and his eyes lit up.

You blushed slightly and tried to cover yourself in embarrassment, but the boy grabbed your hands and held them above your head with one hand. You expected him to be strong, but not this strong. You couldn't move and he had complete control over you now.

His other hand slowly moved down, barely grazing your skin. When his fingers lingered on your clit, you had to take a deeper breath. His nimble fingers caressed your sweet spot and the sweet sounds of your pleasure filled the room. You didn't expect Lino to be so good, because you felt your body reaching fulfillment quite quickly.

You couldn't hold back your voice, which only turned him on more. The bulge in his pants was getting bigger by the minute as he saw you on the edge. He felt you were close, so he slipped his fingers between your folds to wet his fingers. Your juices have long flowed out of you.

Using the extra slip, he accelerated his movements. Your clit throbbed hard and your fingers dug into the mattress of the bed. Your breathing sped up dramatically as you felt that the knot that had formed in your lower abdomen was about to come undone. All it took was a few moves from the boy and you reached your climax.

Your whole body trembled violently, and your fingers dug even harder into the mattress. You could barely catch your breath as you rode through this wonderful orgasm. Minho, seeing that you were slowly calming down, let go of your hands and went lower. He spread your legs and ran his tongue along your sweet spot, tasting you.

Every now and then he would suck, sometimes on your lips, sometimes on your still sensitive clit. You felt like you were about to go crazy with the amount of pleasure he was giving you, you felt great.

You also decided to return the favor for this wonderful experience. You pushed him off of you and quickly found yourself between his legs. You pulled down his pants, leaving him in just his underwear. The wet spots suggested that pre-ejaculate was already leaking from his cock, so without further ado, you pulled his panties down with your teeth.

Your eyes saw a hard, tight confidence. You looked with sweet eyes at Minho, who was leaning on his forearms and smiling proudly at you. Without taking your eyes off him, you ran your tongue along the entire length of his cock. Minho's reaction suggested that he also liked it as much as you did. The boy threw his head back as you took his tip in your mouth.

Your tongue moved slowly in circles, occasionally licking the leaking pre-ejaculate. However, you quickly got bored and started deepthroating him. A guttural growl escaped his lips. You tried to take as much of his penis into your mouth as possible, which was quite a challenge for you.

You changed your position to make it easier to make quick movements, but you gave Minho easy access to you. The boy immediately took advantage of it and his fingers were right next to your hole. He didn't need to moisturize them additionally and after a while he inserted his first finger into you.

His movement made you moan in pleasure. Saliva began to fly out of your mouth, forming more and more intensely in your mouth. But you didn't stop your movements and neither did Minho. He added another finger, stretching you thoroughly. The movements of his hands matched the rhythm of your lips.

You came closer to your climax again. Then the boy motioned for you to sit on him. You liked this idea. You turned towards him and guided his erect penis towards your hole. You were so wet that as soon as you lowered your hips, his entire length entered you.

A moan of pleasure escaped your lips again and was like honey to his ears. The boy grabbed your buttocks in his hands and kneaded them sensually. As soon as you felt confident with your movements, you sank into his sweet mouth again. You could barely breathe, but you didn't want to break away from each other, you felt too good to stop.

Finally, Minho wrapped one of his arms around your waist and, without leaving you, turned you onto your back. He towered over you again, his movements picking up a nice pace. Everything was right, the pace, the depth, everything was perfect.

As soon as Lee Know felt you getting close to orgasm again, he lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders to penetrate you even deeper. This sent a huge wave of satisfaction rushing through your entire body again. You moaned and squirmed as much as you could, barely able to withstand each thrust.

Minho must have been on edge as well, as he sped up his movements, but they also became sloppier and the rhythm wasn't as steady.

“Minho…please don't stop…I…I'm about to cum.” You managed to say between moans.

“You don't have to tell me twice.” He smiled and sped up his movements again. Just a few strong thrusts were enough and a wave of pleasure spread throughout your body. The orgasm was so intense that you couldn't hold back your voice. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, every time your body shook with delight.

“Shit y/n I can't take it anymore. “ That's all he managed to say as you felt warm cum shooting inside of you.

The boy made a few more weaker thrusts as he rode through his orgasm and fell tiredly on top of you. You were both panting from exhaustion, beads of sweat dripping down your foreheads, but you were content.

After a while, Minho pulled out of you, his cum flowing out of you, staining the sheets. You were glad that every girl who worked at JYP had to take birth control pills so that nothing would interfere with their work. Minho also knew it perfectly well, so you didn't have to worry about whether you had condoms or not and you could completely benefit from each other's closeness.

Finally, Minho got off of you and lay down next to you, you lay there in silence for a while. Minho grabbed your hand and your eyes met each other.

“You don't even know how long I've been waiting for this.” He said, his voice was gentle, full of tenderness.

You smiled at him, moving closer to him.

“I wanted it too, even more than I thought.” You kissed him on the lips.

Finally, after you had rested, you went to take a bath and clean up after yourself. Minho decided to stay at your place for the night so that no one would accidentally catch him leaving your place at night. Neither of you complained about it, because you could use the entire young night for interesting games and getting to know each other better.

You also had to decide whether to tell someone about you or keep it a secret, at least for now. Fortunately, there was plenty of time and you had no intention of stopping at just one quickie. There was your entire apartment to check out, lots of options you wanted to try. After all, you could afford it now

Masterlist

[violeteclipseboaty]

So I recently went to go watch KOTPOTA again. I wanted to share my thoughts overall on the film, I couldn't properly do it before because I had forgotten some stuff lol

The pacing: at first watch I though it was kinda weird but watching it again I realized it pretty much went straight to the point, if anything I wanted MORE but you know the movie would've been too long but I wouldn't have minded either way. I mean, I've watched the Avatar and Harry Potter movies, so yeah I could've handled that lol

I really like the environment they set up with the eagle clan; their culture, their tradition with the eggs, and their bond with the eagles. I hope we get to see more details in the next movie.

The cinematography was amazing, they really nailed it. The sceneries were outstanding. A lot of that stuff reminded me back to Rise, back when it was filled with human life, now sadly the structures are abandoned and overtaken by nature but look pretty either way. The action scenes omg were so engaging and just done so well.

Let's talk about the main characters:

Noa: Great character. He's curious, smart, brave, and compassionate. I know a lot of people wanted him to be Caesar's descendant but i didnt really care about that. I'm excited where his next journey will take us if they have the chance to make a sequel (please 🙏) I'm pretty sure at the end of the film, Noa now has a new view of the world he lives in and now questioning his entire existence lol

Raka: loved him!! I really like how he truly understood what Caesar stood for. I did notice some things he believed were wrong lol but he's got the spirit and would lighten up the mood after what happened with Noa's clan. He's got a good heart, he sacrificed himself for Mae despite knowing her for a very short amount of time after all. Also I refuse to believe he's dead so there's that also and I hope he comes back to guide both Mae and Noa onto the path for the coexistence of both apes and humans.

Soona: I really wish we could've gotten more scenes with her, but I really like her. She's brave, sweet, and a ride or die for both Noa and Anaya. I hope we get to see her more in the next film

Anaya: yall already know cause I made a seperate post lol but loved him and I wish we had more scenes with him as well! I felt so bad for him when we see him again with Proximus, he's been through enough!

Proximus: he was a great villian and I did not like him, which is good! Not all villians need a sad backstory, this dude was clearly only hungry for power. He was twisting Caesar's words, enslaving other apes, killing humans, and wanted access to technology capable of bringing destruction and chaos. He's smart and knows how to be resourceful. I find it funny that he was talking smack about humans yet his way of thinking and actions are similar to the bad side of humanity. I only wish we could've gotten more scenes with him; he was underused and I thought he would have a much bigger role based on the trailers, but I enjoyed his presence overall.

Mae: I've already made a seperate post about her character and I still sorta feel the same way about her. Rewatching it again, I got to sympathize more with her situation. She's a survivor who clearly grew up and was taught misinformation about apes, but after meeting Raka and bonding with Noa; i truly believe she'll come around and change her mind. I believe in her, and I hope we get to see her again and get more of her backstory to understand her better.

The movie was great. The plot, visuals, and acting were so well done. I took about 5 years for them to work on this, and it SHOWS. Their dedication shows that when enough time is given; movies that involve CGI can be done properly. I'm sick of projects being crunched and the visuals ending up looking like 💩 because the teams/artists aren't appreciated enough. I definitely recommend watching at least twice, and I pray for a sequel.

[wolfertinger]

People who run 18+ accounts and refuse to be cautious and flag nudity if it isn't sexual-something Salem tries to get away with over and over-or even try and fight tagging explicit porn-not something Salem does but I've seen a lot of people in the spaces he's drifting towards do-have no sympathy from me. You are on a site that allows you to label your art so minors can't see the post what so ever. If you refuse to do so and then complain when moderation corrects the issue you are the issue. Bluesky even has more options for it than tumblr! On bluesky you are allowed to use the correct tags and aren't forced to lump everything under sexual content!

On bluesky you can tag stuff for non-sexual nudity--sometimes moderation when tagging it for you will use the wrong label and tag artistic nudity that has no sexual intent as sexual but you can avoid that easily by tagging it as non-sexual nudity yourself instead of whining when it gets tagged at all. Whining about it at all also makes you look kind of sus because most of the people who complain about it are people who post hardcore fetish porn without ever tagging any of it as pornographic content. There is a problem of people refusing to use the proper tags on bluesky-as someone that has it selected so all sensitive content gets spoiler labelled so I can use the app in public it is a real problem and it's never the ones that tag 90+% correctly but miss a post or two that I notice complaining when i go to see if I need to mute and/or block the person who does it. It's always the ones that break the rules knowingly that bitch and whine about it.

Yeah it's shitty that tumblr forces you to label it as sexual content and you can go off about that while you tag your non-sexual nudity that you post to the same account as your sexual nudity with that label. Emphasis on while you use the tags, because if you refuse to use them then you are being a inconsiderate ass at best and someone hoping that minors find your 18+ account that has (hopefully tagged) porn/links to where you post porn through nude art and follow it at worse. Want minors to avoid your account? Don't argue that they should be allowed to see drawings of nude/half nude characters you constantly draw because "theres no sex happening." You don't want the kids around so you should be jumping at the bit to use a tag that makes it so they have to actively lie about their age while making a account to see it-not trying to fight to make sure the kiddies who don't lie can look at your self-admitted horny pin up art.

To talk strictly about tumblr and exclude bluesky as a platform; non-18+ tumblr accounts who draw non-sexual nudity at worse are the only ones I feel truly sorry for when they don't tag it and get slapped for it-even if I do think they still need need to tag it as a "better safe than sorry" thing. People that don't draw anything horny and only draw nudity on occasion are caught in the crossfire here, because they aren't pushing that fucking line. They are genuinely not a risk for minors to come across. They don't regularly try and make you have a entire different account as opposed to a 18+ side blog to follow/interact with them to keep yourself from getting flashbanged with untagged nudity instead of clicking twice to do something that the site rules require.

Also, side note. Tagging it only "suppresses" it because it makes it so people trying their best to check every box in the settings to avoid seeing that content don't see it. Amazing concept I know-tagging your shit makes it so people who don't want to see that type of content don't have to see it. How fucking horrifying that softcore-or-worse porn isn't allowed to be put front and centre on a site that isn't supposed to be for porn and has kids on it. How awful that a sites staff want to make sure porn and horny content isn't showed to every single account on a website with a large amount of minors. Just tag your shit Salem. All of it. If you draw something isn't horny or without nudity you don't have to tag it, yeah. If a post has nudity or is cropped/censored porn with a offsite link to the uncropped/uncensored version it should be tagged because thats not only the rules of tumblr but the best way to keep minors away from your account-you know, the thing you claim to want more than anything else. On bluesky theres no excuse because the tags allow you to clarify it's non-sexual. Hiding non-sexual nudity from your account also is a completely different option in the settings so it's not as """"""heavily suppressed"""""". Way too many quotation marks because allowing people to choose to not see horny art and porn is not suppression-it's basic moderation for a site that is mainly SFW but allows for NSFW spaces.

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[twinsarekeepers]

do you genuinely think people who draw/write book annabeth are racist?

This could be a disingenuous ask but okay, I’ll bite and answer honestly.

First of all, “book” Annabeth can be black. That is how I see her and have seen her even before the show casting was announced. A lot of people reading the books now see Annabeth as Leah. Everyone has a different interpretation of Annabeth’s physical characteristics in the books and to try and say “book” Annabeth is synonymous with “white” Annabeth is wrong.

(And no you cannot use the book description or official art as an excuse. Rick is awful with consistent physical descriptions. Multiple characters have changed hair color and eye color throughout the series. The official art has literally been changed twice. The recent book had no physical descriptions of the characters and was literally dedicated to Walker, Leah, and Aryan. Rick has also said that when writing the characters now, he sees those three kids as them. This is not me defending Rick, because he’s still a coward that plays both sides of this, but if you want to say the book character is white then that is simply wrong now. She, at the very least, is ambiguous enough for everyone to choose what she looks like. There is no definitive “book” Annabeth now.)

“Book” Annabeth and “TV” Annabeth are the same character. There are no significant personality or backstory changes between the book and the show character that can justify separating the two of them like that. The only reason people are separating them is because they want to hold onto to the white version of the character. (I know there’s going to be stupid people with no media literacy who don’t know how adaptations work in my mentions “explaining” the differences, but no. The show has done a very good job at taking the character on the page and finding ways that are suitable for the screen to depict the same characteristics).

Before y’all say that people do this with TV Percy and book Percy too: it did not start that way. “Book” and “TV” Annabeth began when the show was in production, before anyone could even see how the show would handle Annabeth’s character. When some of us pointed that out, people started trying to separate “book” Percy and “TV” Percy. It was literally a tactic to hide their racist intentions. (And again, there are not enough differences between the book and tv show character to justify this separation, especially when this started happening BEFORE the show even released to the public).

So that’s a little context to how this separation even started. I know what y’all are going to say. “But just because it started as racist, doesn’t mean it’s racist now!” And to that I say, sure, but that’s not the case here.

White Annabeth fanart has been consistently used to hate on Leah, a real girl. We all know how much Leah has been getting harassed and bullied for her role as Annabeth and when her casting was announced, people used fanart to discredit her. Artists who continued to draw white Annabeth refused to monitor their comments and they were filled with people hating on Leah’s casting. Not only that, but artists who started drawing Annabeth as black would get hateful messages and comments as well. Accounts were going as far to take fanart of Leah’s Annabeth and whitewashing it (and then putting it in the leahisourannabeth tag). This is still happening today. You can find comments under fanart of Walker and Leah’s percabeth saying “I prefer the originals” or “the originals are better”. That’s very obviously racism.

For this reason, we started saying to stop drawing and writing white Annabeth. It’s being used in a direct and tangible way to harass a real young girl. If enough people in the fandom refuse to engage with white Annabeth then the hate will significantly decrease. There are the obvious excuses to this: “people will be racist no matter what so what’s the point of even trying?” That’s not true. Racists are cowards, especially people who harass children. They are emboldened only by others. If they see people continuing to support the separation between the book and show characters, and drawing white Annabeth fanart, they’re going to DO racist things like get Leah’s account banned on tiktok.

And this is where the active racism occurs. People know that this harassment is happening and that the fanart that they produce is going to be used to harass Leah. Instead of deciding that they’ll do their part to lessen that harassment, no matter how small that is, they decide that engaging with white Annabeth fanart is more important. They can say that they condemn what’s happening to Leah and that it’s not their responsibility what people do with their fanart, but that still makes the action racist.

Y’all say that you condemn what’s happening to Leah, but then when given the tools to help lessen it, you refuse to do it. All because you want to hold on to a white version of a character. You spend more time defending that choice than going into your own mentions and deleting any and every comment that may become hostile to the kids, especially Leah. That is racism.

[charbon-et-eau]

Hey, I'm Jess!

Welcome to my art blog!

I'm a hobby artist. Pokémon and Zelda are two of my favorite things, so you can expect to see a lot of fanart for those two series. I tend to obsess over one thing for a while, but I have other interests that may sneak into my art from time to time. And on rare occasions, I might even draw some original art!

I use this blog mainly for sharing finished artwork, but I'll also sometimes post sketch dumps and respond to asks related to my art. I don't want to clutter this blog with reblogs, so if you don't want to miss anything, I recommend clicking on the "get notifications" button for this blog or following my main blog.

Anyone is welcome to follow, but please be aware that I sometimes post nsfw art (I always put it behind the filter). Also, I am very liberal with the block button and will not tolerate bigoted, entitled, or generally hateful behavior. I will also block anyone who spouts pro-censorship rhetoric and/or supports harassing creators over fiction.

Main blog: @charbon-et-feu

Other socials:

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I'm not currently taking commissions, but if you'd like to support me financially, feel free to donate to my Ko-fi.

I also have a Discord server for my art where I share sketches and WIPs. Sometimes I stream and chat in vc while I draw. Please DM me for an invite link if you're interested in joining the server. (18+ only please)

More about me and my interests and some handy links under the cut.

I may add to this later, so it can be a masterpost for my favorite art and fandom thoughts. But this works for now.

Pokemon

Currently obsessed with ✨️Wallace✨️

Favorite ships

Volo/Akari Cogita/women Cynthia/Dawn Volo/Cynthia/Dawn Steven/Wallace/Brendan May/Lisia Cynthia/Diantha Geeta/Rika

Age headcanons for some of the ships I've drawn the most

Hoenn Boys (Steven/Wallace/Brendan)

Sexuality and top/bottom headcanons

Mer!Wallace AU

How often does Steven kiss Brendan?

Does Steven workout? (body type hc)

Who has more spicy thoughts?

Contest Star Brendan: X X

Volokari (Volo/Akari)

Distortion Volo AU (aka Gira!Volo)

Reversal AU (Akari betrays Volo)

Zelda

Favorite ships

Urbosa/Zelda (BotW) Midna/Zelda (TP) Sidon/Link (BotW) Ghirahim/Link (SS) Link/Zelda (SS is my favorite version) Link/Malon (OoT) Kafei/Anju (MM)

Majora's Mask mini comics(WIPs): 1-3, 4

Fire Emblem: 3 Houses

Favorite ships

Linhardt/Lysithea Mercedes/Constance Caspar/Hilda Leonie/Marianne Balthus/Lysithea Edelgard/Lysithea F!Byleth/Edelgard Claude/Petra

Misc

I try to avoid discourse and drama, but since I like to draw characters kissing, I have unsurprisingly received asks about character ages and whether or not certain characters should be allowed to kiss, and I'm sure I'll get more. I'd prefer not to answer the same question twice so here's what I've already answered.

My response to being called a "fucking proshipping bastard"

My thoughts on people assuming the ages of anime/cartoon characters

Also, I want to make it clear that the proshipper ask is the ONLY ask of that nature that I will ever respond to on my art blog. I will most likely delete any future similar asks, but if I do decide to respond to one, I will do so by making a post on my main blog and including a screenshot of the ask. I refuse to clutter my art blog with aggressive asks from people who just want to be mad at nothing.

[georgiapeach30513]

Peach, you're the best! Thank you for posting that amazing pasta art! (And thank you to the lovely artist who made it =)) - Mrs Pasta.

That being said...I have a few things to say. No words of wisdom, just some thoughts. Some people will disagree with my takes but if you're here reading it, read it carefully and really consider what I said before you disregard.

Every time something happens that gets a certain portion of fans excited that "it's coming to an end," it is nearly always (99.9) followed by something that completely disputes that hope and gets everyone angry, upset, and riled up. It's time to pick up on the patterns, guys!

Ramen and Soba attended the GG afterparty for Soba's agency but didn't show up for the red carpet or awards show. It's got some people thinking Ramen fell off on the HW hierarchy food chain but people. Please. Let's be honest with ourselves here. Did they not attend because he couldn't get an invite since he's "so irrelevant" now or did they not attend because them trying to act like they know each other in real time, for the camera, would be a feat harder than climbing Mt. Everest? Why else do y'all think Soba attended the GQ event with Cup of Noodles instead? You know, the one where she actually did pose for photos and walk the red carpet? And flash her loaned jewelry and "wedding ring" but refused to speak to reporters because she had nothing to promote? It's giving "a...weird face wife that will never do an interview" XD

Every time something happens that gives another portion of fans the chance to "gloat," something else happens to throw a wrench into the mix. You don't question why only one "director" got a random picture of soba and ramen in the same bowl but nobody else saw them? And they can only be mentioned in a throwaway line by a Condé Nast publication (Vogue, Vanity Fair, GQ) and neither Ramen nor Soba could spring for a stylist this time? Looks like somebody doesn't want to make that red carpet debut...but why not? Aren't y'all married for the 50th time in a year and also expecting for the 20th time in the past two years?

Lastly. Just because Ramen has had a few pitfalls this past year does not mean that suddenly he's dropped to C-D list and that he's completely irrelevant in the industry now. I understand having critical flops can hurt your career. Of course it can. And in fact, I'm sure these pitfalls have hurt him. But remember that just because someone is doing well now doesn't mean they'll always do well, and just because someone is having a rough few years doesn't mean they'll never get a comeback.

I'd also like to close with a reminder to those gloating on about how RDJ is doing better and Ramen is failing in life...RDJ was once a drug addict and ended up in jail. My parents still mention this about him every time they see him on TV....people do remember when the biggest news of his career was him getting arrested. Also, after Endgame? Does anyone remember Doolittle? 15% on rotten tomatoes had people thinking RDJ fell off. And then covid hit and he was just doing his own thing for a few years. Now look at him. Looks like that awards campaigning worked! Because no disrespect, Robert, but your Oppenheimer performance was lukewarm at best. IMO, You deserved it more for Tropic Thunder and I say that as someone who genuinely admires you.

I hope I didn't ruffle any feathers. It's just tiring to see people ignore certain things for the sake of running with a narrative.

Love ya, Peach!

Mrs. Pasta, thank you for gracing us with your presence twice today. I honestly, have nothing to add to this great observation. I was just talking about a lot of these points earlier with some mutual about a certain even with a super shiny watch 🤭 I honestly never thought about equating Katt’s words about weird faced wife that will never give an interview to this 😵‍💫 but your’e on to something there!

Looks like someone reached into the depths of their closet to try and scrounge up a look last week, but what do I know?

Mrs. Pasta, I always look forward to your takes and observations.

@inshelliesworld created some cute little Mrs. Pasta art 😊

[redninjaoutfit]

Colt De Luca relationship chart with canon characters!

Posting more about my greasy son because the interaction charts reveal a lot of lore that I haven't already mentioned in my previous posts 😈

More under the cut cause it's.. a lot!

The main trio ---------------------------------

His relationship to the main gang is probably shared with a lot of the other clique members at Bullworth - dislike.

Gary - it's clear enough why Colt hates his guts. Gary is a sociopath who manipulates and uses others to his sole advantage. Colt hates all sort of bullying and unnecessary violence towards which Gary has a clear liking. He is chaos and Colt hates chaos.

Jimmy - though he respects him for defeating Gary, Colt still feels unsettled by Jimmy's way of conflict resolution. He thinks he enabled Gary's sadistic nature in a way and is too much of a brute.

Petey - while Petey holds a general respect for Colt's sensitive nature as a Greaser thinking him one of the good ones, Colt considers him a two-timer who, like Jimmy, enabled Gary but didn't even try to stop him.

The Greasers

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This section is probably going to be the lengthiest since Colt himself IS part of the greaser clique and his relationship with them is the most in-depth. Though he gets along with them and they consider him part of their little found family there is some unresolved tension which his friends either refuse to acknowledge or don't see at all.

Johnny - He and Colt have a friendly relationship which is unfortunately strained on Colt's part. While he appreciates all his leader has done for him, how he stood up for him to the Jocks and the Bullies when they tormented him, he wishes Johnny would give up his obsession with Lola as it inhibits his sense of judgment and, as many greasers think anyway, drives him crazy.

Lola - While he wishes he could enjoy being around her more, Colt is put off her by her toxic relationship with their leader. He thinks it'd be better if they'd split permanently. He feels like a child of parents who refuse to get a divorce but really should. She also treats him rather condescendingly for his age and personality.

Peanut - They're friendly on a day to day basis but there's tension between the two for many reasons, the primary one being their perception of Johnny. Colt thinks Peanut is too much of a doormat for their leader and enables his bad decision, at the same time he feels bad about his obvious unhealthy attachment to Johnny. Peanut senses Colt's pity and hates it but can't find it in himself to confront him about it. Peanut's also sort of jealous about Colt being Ms. Philips' favourite student

Vance - Great friends who share an appreciation for beauty! Though Vance's more about vanity and Colt's about the arts, they find common ground. Colt finds Vance's word-plays rather amusing and creative and tries to convince him to pursue writing

Ricky - They get along rather well seeing as Ricky has been around the De Luca brothers for a long time before they started attending the academy. Though Colt doesn't take much interest in fixing bikes himself he enjoys sitting around the autoshop with Ricky and reading him his own poetry and Ricky enjoys hearing it even more as he is also a sensitive person at heart and wishes he could also write well. They often cause mischief to the Jocks together. CERTIFIED HATERS!!

Norton - one of the most ouwardly sensitive Greasers other than Colt, of course they're friends!! Norton, despite being twice Colt's height and size admires the little guy for being himself and not putting on a tough act like the rest of the greasers, himself included. He also treats him like an artistic mentor of sorts, coming to Colt for advice when trying to improve his own painting skills. He sees a lot of Ponyboy in Colt (wonder why) who's his favourite Outsiders character. Probably got a sunset painting from Colt once or twice. Cried every time! Also the most fiercely protective of him when Lucky's not around.

Hal - with Hal being more brash and rude, they're not as good of friends as for example Norton n Ricky are with Colt but they still enjoy each other's presence. Colt entertains Hal's creepy interests such as true crime and criminal mysteries, though what he wouldn't tell Hal is that he's quite the scaredy cat at heart.

Lucky - well. They are brothers so there's that! Their relationship is incredibly complex. Their parents passed away in a motorbike accident when Lucky was 6 and Colt was 2, got adopted by their neglectful uncle and from then on had to pretty much fend for themselves with Luck doing all the raising for Colt instead of the uncle. Lucky thinks of himself more like a parent to Colt than a brother or friend and though they love each other and are incredibly close both wish their relationship would have been different, that Lucky was less overprotective and Colt was more mature. They never talk about it though cause "if it works then that's all that matters"

Lefty - THEY'RE THE BEST OF FRIENDS I SWEAR TO GOD. Ever since the brothers moved to New Coventry to live with their uncle and Colt was able to roam the neighbourhood freely (with Luck of course) he got adopted by Lefty (and back then Luis) who often spent his days outside cause of his own less than ideal home life. They experienced every part of growing up together and are so attached at the hip when one's not present you ask the other where he is. They get up to mischief together and give Lucky sleepless nights but they wouldn't have it any other way.

The Preppies

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You'd think a Greaser's relationship to the Preppies would be more straightforward.. well, think again! While his perception of the rich is similar to that of his fellow "paupers" Colt's never been one to straight up despise them despite his gang's expectations.

Derby - dislikes him for obvious reasons - not only is he rich but also ridiculously entitled. He's been ridiculed by Derby countless times for anything ranging from his paint-stained clothes, his Greaser status, his immaturity (ironic) and lack of money. It never felt like it was actually meant to hurt Colt, rather stroke Derby's own ego hence why Colt doesn't really hate him and simply sees him as a spoiled brat.

Pinky - maybe they're not the best of friends but the times they actually had an opportunity to talk they got along rather well. Outside of Pinky being just as spoiled of a princess as Derby, Colt appreciates her indifference towards a person's economic class. He'd much rather be seen as fascinating and "real" than spat on and ridiculed.

Tad - their history is surprisingly loaded for two people who almost never talk to one another. Normally, with Tad being as much of an insufferable git as he is Colt would have no choice but to dislike him like he does Derby or Bryce. It's different, however, with Tad's family history involved. Their relationship started off as pure dislike but morphed into hesitant, conflicted sympathy on Colt's part once he found out about Tad's father's abuse (which i think he'd be rather private about despite him loudly talking about it in game). Tad DESPISES Colt for "pitying" him and either avoids him or tries to make his life a living hell so Colt would stop looking at him like that TM. Tad actively plots against him as he does with Peanut, confusing other preps who don't know about their history.

Gord, Chad and Justin - they don't have very bad blood between them outside of the whole class clash shtick between the Greasers and the Preps. Colt DOES dislike Justin more though primarily because of his association with the Jocks and desire to befriend them. After all they've done to him, Colt can't fathom the idea of willingly hanging around them.

Parker - despite being from two completely different factions these two have great friendship chemistry. They met when Colt wandered into Old Bullworth Vale and gotten targeted by the other rich kids with the then rich Bryce at the helm of the attack. He was the one to actually help him clean up and "escort" him around the neighbourhood so he could get what he needed. The selfless act moved Colt and since then they've only grown closer and were it not for clique loyalties they'd be able to consider each other besties. They hang out in private out of the sight of their respective groups and Colt even got Lefty to like Parker!

Bryce - the only Prep Colt actually honest to god can't stand. To him, Bryce is just like Derby but his words are much more cutting and he actually means each insult he spews. He's also been targeted by Bryce as "boxing practice" and ridiculed for his interests and personality. Bryce feels much the same and doesn't understand why Colt "refuses" to hide and repress things about himself that make him such an easy target. Victim blaming much?

Bif - strangely enough Bif and Colt get along rather well! Though he's often used as the muscle and protector of the Preppies, Bif holds little actual honest contempt towards poor people who aren't directly out for blue blood (such as a majority of the Greasers). He has a lot of "pauper" hobbies and interests and is more relaxed and secure in his identity than his friends. Colt sees and admires that about Bif whereas Bif sees his old, small self in Colt and feels strangely protective over the little Greaser who doesn't really go out of his way to instigate trouble with the Preps. Colt would like to get closer to him but knows it's pretty much impossible with Bif being Derby's bodyguard. Doesn't stop both of them from wishing though.

The Jocks

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It's apparent in the graph but Colt holds a degree of dislike towards every Jock. Like I've already mentioned, it's less the economic status of a person which matters to him and more how they treat others which the Jocks as the top clique have a tendency towards "putting people in their place".

Ted, Kirby and Dan - the least hated of the hated on the football team. They've all given Colt hell but it could be worse. He can see right through their tough guy personas and likes to point it out which makes them all hate him even more. If he's gonna be brutalised either way Colt can count on using his tactic of hitting where it hurts to at least make the beatdown bearable.

Mandy - being the girlfriend of Ted automatically puts her on the hate list and Colt in no way appreciates the way she speaks about other people and how much disgust she looks at him with.

Bo and Bob - dislikes them more out of principle than the pure animosity he feels towards the rest of the Jocks. Same with Justin, he would be neutral towards them if it weren't for the fact they willingly choose to associate themselves with "those blood-thirsty roid monkeys".

Luis - this one is interesting to say the least. He, alongside Lefty, grew up with Colt and they used to be best friends back when they were children. Then at some point during puberty Luis started growing bigger and stronger than both of them and began distancing himself without explaining why (didn't want to seem uncool). They remained friends albeit looser ones but Colt still felt bitter. The situation got bad when instead of joining the Greasers like he was expected to, Luis chose to associate himself with the Jocks who at that point had already targeted Colt pretty vehemently. Worst came when, as part of his hazing, Luis was forced to make Colt's life a living hell for a full week. Which he did despite his brother's and cliques attempts to stop him. So there's that! Colt despises him, feels betrayed and used, leading Lefty to also abandon his long standing friendship with Luis, only ever conversing to get intel from one another on clique business since on group level the Jocks and Greasers aren't rivals.

Juri - Colt's second biggest tormentor. If it weren't for Juri and Luis Colt wouldn't even hate the Jocks as much as he does. Being new best friends and wrestling buddies with Luis, Juri has a natural bias against him, not to mention his personality, appearance, interests and pretty much entire existence being girly enough to warrant and instant beating whenever the Russian does manage to catch Colt. His and Luis' friendship painfully reminds Colt of what the three of them alongside Lefty used to have before Luis betrayed them and Colt does feel resentment towards Juri for taking his place even though he doesn't want it anymore

Damon - since he attacks everyone out of principle of being "better" than the entire school combined, Colt has no choice but to hate Damon. He sees him as nothing more than a terrifying annoyance on his way to and from the Autoshop or when sneaking into Harrington House.

Casey - doesn't have enough spiteful agency against other cliques to warrant pure hatred from Colt. He's a prankster and while he often jokes at the expense of others, he doesn't usually go out of his actual way to make Colt miserable specifically. For that, he gets extra points above the others. Still not enough to put him in neutral category though.. he's a Jock after all.

The Nerds

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Colt's relationship with the Nerds is forcibly pretty much that of the other cliques - hesistance and antipathy. While he doesn't like to join others in tormenting them like the rest of the Greasers do, he prefers if they don't acknowledge him at all - he's already facing Nerd allegations for his interests.

He also secretly admires them for their academic prowess and wishes learning came to him as easily as it seemingly does to them. He has used their aid on schoolwork a couple of times in exchange for artistic favors such as drawing their GnG characters but makes them swear not to tattle to other cliques, especially the Jocks.

He may pretend like he's just as negative towards them as the rest of the Greasers, once Jimmy brings about clique unity he will gladly interact with some of the Nerds like Melvin, Cornelius and Beatrice and maybe even join their GnG session once or twice (until he realizes most of them are incredibly weird).

The Bullies

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The Bullworth welcoming committee gladly tormented Colt in the very beginning of his school journey, before he officially became a Greaser. Afterwards, despite nothing about him actually changing, the Bullies wondrously seemed to leave him alone.

Colt dislikes them because he finds bullying in general disgusting and is more of a lover than a fighter. According to him, everybody should feel free to be whoever they are as long as they're not hurting other people which the bullies very much are for no good reason other than pure violence and abuse.

Colt uses his privileged position as member of a clique above the Bullies to sometimes snitch on them to the prefects and get them busted for attacking weaker students, remembering his own tormenting and how much he wished somebody would have helped him out back then.

The only bully he doesn't hate as much as the others is Tom because that boy's never been one to seek him out and give him his commupins of his own volition. Still beat on him but only around his friends.

[actiniumwrites]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬, 𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬✩

𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒎'𝒔 2.5𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 !!

status: closed! ✩ event masterlist

note: thank you so much for 2.5k followers! i am very grateful for the love and support you guys have shown for my writing this past year, it means so so much to me. so thanks to everyone who’s new and those who have stuck around. i can’t wait to see how this blog continues to grow <3

interested in participating in the event? more details are below the cut!

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 ✩

for this event, i will be celebrating by writing pieces based on different au’s! we all love the canonverse for genshin, but it’s nice to see our favorite characters in different universes. so, by combining the meanings of crystals as prompts + different au’s, i’ll be writing short stories based on your submissions! note that for some of the crystals i used the opposite meaning so there would be angst and fluff prompts available!

𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑬 ✩

send an ask (can be on anon!) with your selected character + au + crystal(s)

you can send choose up to 3 crystals, but only one au and only one character!

i will only be writing for the same character/au up to two or three times, so everything will be on a first come, first serve basis. if you’re unsure about your character or au being available, you can include a backup in your ask.

please be sure to check the rules before sending an ask! any asks sent pertaining to the event that do not follow the rules will not be written. i also have the right to refuse any request. if i get a lot of requests for this event, it’s likely i won’t be able to write all of them, but i’ll try to get through as many as i can.

sample ask: “hi, act! for your event, can i request wriothesley + actor au + selenite, garnet, and angelite?”

𝑨𝑼'𝑺: choose one!

note: once an au is crossed out, it cannot be selected again. i will allow up to two or three uses of the same au before it cannot be picked again.

artist

actor

bookstore

coffee shop

college

florist

detectives

photographers

royalty

soulmate

time travel

tattoo artist

𝑪𝑹𝒀𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑺 : choose up to three!

amber - sickness

amethyst - betrayal

angelite - confessions

black diamond - mistrust

citrine - warmth and comfort

clear quartz - healing from hurt

emerald - loneliness

fluorite - clarity

garnet - self consciousness

hematite - protection

howlite - surrender

jade - gentleness

lapis lazuli - nobility

lepidolite - stress

moonstone - new beginnings

peridot - compassion

rose quartz - pure love

ruby - weakness

sapphire - clouded vision

selenite - hope

serpentine - mystery

sodalite - miscommunication

topaz - forgiveness

tourmaline - sadness

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺: choose one!

note: characters will be crossed off after being taken. the same character can only be written twice :)

men: albedo, diluc, kaeya, venti, xiao, zhongli, baizhu, scaramouche, ayato, heizou, kazuha, itto, thoma, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, kaveh, dottore, neuvillette, lyney, wriothesley, childe, and dainsleif

women: mona, beidou, yelan, ningguang, hu tao, ayaka, kujou sara, kokomi, nilou, dehya, clorinde, and arlecchino

credits: genshin character art is all official art and belongs to hoyoverse (but i altered the coloring over them!). the moon/stars dividers and animated orange dividers are from @/cafekitsune !

[opinated-user]

big rant incoming, but i got pulled into this rabbit hole out of nowhere when youtube suddenly started recommending me videos about all the crap surrounding lily. i haven't followed her for a couple years now, but i did for quite a few at one point, and it's been... definitely a trip to see everything. a lot of processing happening, and i wanted to put my experience somewhere, in case anyone else can relate, and hopefully find comfort in solidarity.

i don't remember exactly when i found lily, but i was in my late teens-early 20s when i did. at the time i found her content, i was very freshly grappling with the realization that i'd been abused numerous times throughout my childhood by various people. and, as a result, i had a lot of anger, resentment, and other super complicated emotions and reactions to deal with.

at first, finding lily's content at that pivotal time, was really comforting and vindicating. because she was affirming all the negative stuff i was feeling was okay to feel... normal even. and feeling that way in response to abuse didn't make me a bad person. it just... made me a person who was reacting to abuse.

there were also a lot of opinions i agreed with her on. one of which being that the normalization of the q word, as a person who grew up in the southern us and has had it violently used against me numerous times, makes me super uncomfortable. so, her video about it was... again, validating. gratifying. vindicating. etc. (though i would like to clarify that i have zero issue with people who use it for themselves. they have every right to. i just can't handle having it used on me, directly or indirectly with group usage)

i commented on the video to express that. i don't even remember what i said exactly. i know i mentioned my identities within the lgbt community, and that her video made me feel valid for being so viscerally uncomfy with people calling me the q word, instead of the words i openly identity with. and she... deleted the comment. twice.

still no idea why to this day. as far as i remember, i completely agreed with her, and validated her points. but, still, twice. my comment got deleted. and i know it was deleted specifically because it was posted when i sent it, and then i went to check if she'd ever replied to it or seen it, and couldn't find it again.

it really fucking hurt, honestly. and, like i said, still to this day i can't think of even a convoluted reason why she'd delete my comment fully supporting her. i thought it was a mistake at first, but the second time it happened, it was clear she was deleting it herself. and, after that, i realized i felt the exact same invalidation and rejection i did from my abusers. i felt that exact same sinking "oh god, what did i do?!" panic i did from my abusers. i felt the exact same spiraling confusion because my logic brain knew i didn't actually do anything wrong at all. all of that shit.

and then, i realized that honestly, her content itself sorta made me feel that way, too. there were numerous times when i was still an avid watcher of her content that i had to stop watching because it started to get triggering. it made me feel like i was being yelled at. and it was especially triggering when that happened during a section i disagreed with. or when i felt like whatever she was talking about wasn't the huge deal she was making it out to be.

it's kinda wild i got put down this rabbit hole now, honestly. i've been dealing with people exactly fucking like her in my personal life all year. nasty, selfish cowards with superiority complexes the size of jupiter, and victim complexes the size of the whole damn universe.

something always felt off to me about somehow SO many people from her past had the same experiences with her that painted her in a negative light. and, her only response to it was twisting the narrative to be like 'no, actually, THEY suck'. and just refusing to ever take accountability for even something as minor as not crediting artists she steals from for images in her videos, up to full on abuse and grooming allegations. when i was too young to understand the red flags those were, i brushed it off. but, now, after dealing with so many people like her... i feel bad i ever believed that crap for a second.

she reminds me of the people i've dealt with recently, too. they all pulled that same shit on me. they beat me to a bloody pulp during the worst, darkest year of my life, and then had the gall to accuse me of being the one with a victim complex, who makes everything about me, and demands everyone grovel at my feet when all i ever expected from them was bare minimum decency and compassion during a very traumatizing, and dark time in my life.

it's truly sickening to see someone like that with such a significant audience. especially when she has done so many horrible, horrible things. and, has the gall to be someone with a victim complex that turns her audience on anyone who dares to call her out. even with evidence. she always has an excuse to dodge blame, but never any reason to take accountability.

i never actively engaged with her directly outside of that comment, so i obviously am not a direct victim of her, but even as a very surface level consumer of her content on youtube and on here, she definitely contributed to completely fucking with my head for a number of years.

i apologize to all of her victims for ever believing her crap at face value. and, i hope you are all doing well. those of you that run these blogs as well, please take good care of yourselves. i know firsthand how exhausting it is to have to be a log keeper for your abuser's misdeeds, but you are truly doing a huge service to people by making who she truly is known. you've helped make all this processing a lot easier for me, and i'm sure have prevented numerous others from becoming her victims, or being further victimized by her. thank you for that.

i wish i could say i hope she learns from her mistakes and gets a grip, but if my run-ins with people like her are any indication... even if she had the rudest awakening with every single ounce of karma she's stacked up for herself, if she hasn't learned by now... it's cause she's aware and doesn't care, or straight up is so far up her own ass she'll never see it.

i at least hope the rise of people critical of her on here and youtube helps the narrative shift. especially with the addition of courtney's testimonies against her. y'all deserve that narrative shifted peace of mind.

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