#I'd probably be hypnotized without them even trying

[taesanluv3r]

in my daydreams.

han taesan x reader

yn mentally escapes from her physics class, losing herself in the scenarios in her head (in other words, yn is delusional), follow along her train of thoughts as she crushes hard on her classmate. lowercase intended, cuss words. pls ignore any grammar or spelling errors! enjoyy

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"the law of the conservation of energy states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. that being said..."

i drowned him out after that - my physics teacher, i mean - i drowned it all out. it wasn't my fault though, it was all on him. it was his fault. no, no! not my physics professor...this is all han taesan's fault.

what did he do exactly? well...nothing. the truth is he never does anything! and that's exactly it. he does absolutely nothing and i still find myself constantly stealing glances at him. at his stupid face, his idiotic light brown eyes, his dumb smile, and his perfectly white pearly teeth...and his honey-like voice...his hair that turned a light brown against the sun...his...ugh!

god fucking dammit

as i sit here, in physics class - which, by the way, i absolutely despise physics class - i can't help but be distracted. just look at him! sitting there, right next to the window...i wouldn't be shocked if a bird distracted itself from it's flock and came flying right through it, if i were a bird i know i would. there was a singular pen in his hand, one of those expensive pens with his name engraved on it - probably a gift from his dad, he's always mentioning his dad. anyways, the pen spun against his fingers, his long and lanky fingers...sometimes i can't help but wonder what they'd feel like between my own; would they warm me up? or would it only feel that way because i'd be blinded by the affection? the pen smacked against his knuckles, they're red now from the friction. then the spinning stopped, and i watched as he began jotting words down in his lined notebook - guess there are notes i should be taking.

my chin rested on the palm of my hands and i look away from him for a moment. i sigh, who turned the air conditioner down? why is it always freezing in physics class? as i pondered, my eyes fell shut - lucky for me, i sat at the very back of the room, a spot the professor's poor eyesight can't reach. i felt my shoulder slouch as i relaxed into the uncomfortable chair, in a second i'm gone.

my mind's blank, but only just for a moment before i'm met with images of him again. seriously, i can't even rest for a moment without his face all up in my business? can't he leave my brain alone? please? i'm saying this like i hate it, but truly i don't - i can't. it's hard for me to hate something i really love more than anything. so, instead of trying to rid of his figure in my mind, my unconscious soul walks towards him.

mmm, i can almost taste him. a sweet smell that i can never put my finger on - i mean, it's woody, like a deep foggy forest...but it almost smells like freshly baked cookies from my grandma's kitchen. it's his scent though, that much i can tell you. he glows in my dreams, like edward cullen - minus the whole vampire thing, my fantasies aren't that weird, he just glowed like one. he looks right at me, this is something that truly only happens in my head. his eyes are so soft, yet there's a cat-like charm to them that makes my stomach turn.

"yn"

he calls out to me, his voice the most hypnotic noise. the figure of myself follows him, an arm linked with mine as he traces his other hand against my face. it wasn't real, but it sure felt like it, i could feel the strange sensation of butterflies in my stomach - it felt so real, i could just throw up. and then he leans in, he never kisses me though. he just pauses there, looking me in the eyes like we were in the middle of some sort of a highly prestigious staring contest. to be honest, if he weren't so insanely gorgeous, i'd think him a creep.

"yn!"

he calls out again, though it's a bit loud for the close proximity that we're in. and he sounded strange...he almost sounds like...my...

physics teacher?

fuck.

"huh? present! um-" i could feel the gazes of my classmates piercing through my skin. "yn, would you like to share with the class what you were daydreaming about?" oh, prof...you know damn fucking well i can't do that...

my teacher said something else, he's probably scolding me or saying something utterly ridiculous to embarrass me in front of my friends, i don't know though, it's not like i listened. i couldn't stop myself from wondering, what if i had just told it straight? what if i had answered my professor's stupid question with an even more dimwitted answer? 'what were you daydreaming about?' and i'd just get up from my seat and scream at the top of my lungs

"taesan"

huh...?

the name that escaped my teacher's tongue brings me back to reality, again. i'm paying full attention now. "taesan...you will be paired with...ah, look at that..." c'mon old man, quit stalling. i don't even know why we're making pairs right now, but i need to know what idiot he has to work with so i can turn them into the enemy in my fantasies and- "our very own daydreamer..." wait, did he say daydreamer? that can only mean one thing...i mean, unless someone else has been referred to as a daydreamer before.

"taesan, your pair is yn. i wish you luck"

ignoring the last bit of the sentence, which was an obvious kick at my lack of physics enthusiasm, i was almost overjoyed. fuck, this might be the actual only time i might like doing something related to this class.

i watched as taesan nodded, his lips were pursed together - i wonder if he was upset...i mean if i were as hot as him, i'd be well over pissed if i was paired with me - no offence. but as i was thinking that, he turned around in his seat to look at me - and i mean actually look at me! and as if this wasn't already a dream come true, he smiled at me! does he know how absolutely insane this drives me?! i mean, quick! somebody pinch me! pinch me and tell me it's fake!

i must've been lost in my head again because the next time i opened my eyes i almost died of shock. low and behold, han taesan right in front of me - like, inches away from me.

"don't know if you know, but we're pairs..." i can't believe it he's actually talking to me! my eyes must've gone wide, and my mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. he laughed at me. he laughed at me. you know that kind of stupid laugh a guy does when he just knows he's causing some sort of chemical reaction in my body right now - or as i like to call it, the absolutely shit-eating asshole laugh.

he's so lucky he's hot.

"lucky for you..." he said, turning the chair from the table in front of mine around to sit and face me. "i actually listened in class, so you don't have to - i know, i know, no need to thank me" asshat, but i can't help the feeling of a fluttering flower blooming in the very depths of my body - lower abdomen, to be specific. i still haven't spoken a word to him - i mean, i'd love to, but i just couldn't seem to.

"so the whole point of this project is to explain everything about motion" i know of other things that could be put into motion...what? ew! yn, get your head out of the gutter! i'm sorry, sir isaac newton definitely did not die for this.

"listen, you're cute and all, but can we save the rest of the daydreaming for later? i kind of need to pass this physics class" he's right, i should stop, this is inappropriate and not very cool of me- wait...did he call me cute?!?!?? ME? CUTE?

"you there?" i finally get myself together. "uh- oh! yeah, sorry about that...what're we doing again?" i just know i looked like an absolute fool. and i swear to whatever being that i was trying to stay professional and calm, but when he laughs and when he smiled at me with that stupid dumbass fucking idiot smile of his, i just can't seem to think straight.

i may not know much about physics, but i know one thing for sure. and it's that for as long as i, yn ln, have to work together with him, han taesan...

i'm completely and utterly so fucking cooked.

the end.

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i never really write in this pov but i kinda love this 🫢 hope u guys did too!! yn is so me when i have a crush on someone - it's always like i almost hate them so much because of how much i like them lmao 😭 tysm for reading! love, kona.

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[snugglebunches]

Med Changes, Me Changes

I don't know where I can put a little message out there like this. I can't do it on my private Facebook or Instagram, and my X and other socials are primarily used for NSFW stuff (even my Tumblr is) and just feel too sex-themed for this to be an appropriate thing to post there.

This likely won't get many- or any- reads, and that is okay. It's primarily meant as a diary entry for myself, and just to give a view on my life and why things are how they are for me sometimes.

To start off, I love my life so so much. I've taken so many steps and made so many changes to myself. I've fought and struggled, bled and cried, just to get to this exact place in my life. Is it perfect? No, but most days, I make it through without thinking about offing myself or hurting myself, and I call that a pretty big win. An even bigger win is that I often find myself looking out at the home I now have and I can't help but shed a tear or two, and just say aloud (quietly) for the world to hear "I love my life, I love this place." and I truly mean it.

That being said, my life has been very hard. I know most people (if not everyone) go through their own trials and tribulations. It's not a competition. We all go through our own stuff.

Through all my trauma, I have come out the other end as a 28-year-old with a severe binge-eating disorder, past self-harm issues, consistent suicidal ideation, complex PTSD, major depression, and probably a butt-load of other undiagnosed psychological stuff (I can assume what I have, but without professional diagnoses I won't say I officially have them, haha.)

I recently began seeing a psychiatrist consistently, which is great. Therapy doesn't work well for me. I've talked all my trauma and my past to death. Talking about stuff doesn't really do much for me. I'd love to try out the really complicated experimental therapy stuff, like being hypnotized or something cooky, but I just haven't met a therapist or psychiatrist who wanted to try that on me. BUT, my new psychiatrist had medicated me. That is EXACTLY what I wanted.

Talking my problems out doesn't do much for me, it's never changed the chemical imbalances in my brain or made me feel better. I'm not afraid of meds, I'm not afraid of being drugged up. I spent a good portion of 18-21 living in party homes and even a trap house for a short while. I don't mind being drugged up a bit (though I have always stayed away from hard drugs, love me a good blunt or perc or liquor, though) and so when my psychiatrist offered to put me on Vyvanse to control my Binge Eating disorder, and Prozac for my anxiety/depression/binge eating disorder, I was GUNG-FUCKING-HP.

Like, yes doc, please give me yummy meds that will redirect my brain chemicals and make me happy again.

And they have helped. I've been on them, consistently, for 3+ months and holy shit do I feel better. I've noticed, actually noticed, a difference in myself.

My confidence, my anxiety, and my interests have all changed.

I don't care about wearing a push up wired bra with every outfit, I'm finally dressing more for my own comfort when I'm going out to nice things (comfy unwired bras and shorts under dresses 😭) I'm not worrying about makeup, and I'm just not concerned with the gaze of others. I am me, I am existing in the body I have, and I feel good about it.

My eating has also been more under control. I know "Colleen we love your stuffing, we love that you eat so much and you're so so fat!" and I love being fat too, I love food and those things will never really change, though I have always wanted to be at a healthier (still fat) weight and I've wanted to get the excessive eating under control. Yes, y'all sexualize stuffing and fatness, but my stuffing and fatness is the result of traumatic abuse I received as a child, and I just want to heal.

I used to get shaky, sweaty, and just an anxious mess during flights. I hate, HATE turbulence and would get too freaked out, but that's changed too. I don't feel my stomach drop and panic every time the plane shakes or bounces. I feel the same way I feel just taking a train, elevator, or car. My body is moving fast, but I am *safe*, and I feel fine.

When I was a child/teen, I read a LOT. My mom loves to make the joke that when I was a teen, they couldn't ground me by taking away electronics or games; they'd have to take away my books and library card because my happy place was reading. At some point in my teens, when my parents divorced and my depression/weight/eating truly became an issue, I just put down books and stopped reading as much. Suddenly, I was binge-watching things, playing more video games, eating and drinking and smoking pot, and putting myself in dangerous situations (leading to the first instances of my being SA'ed as a teen/adult). Reading was my main escape from a hard life, and suddenly I just began helping it be a harder life and began a lot of self-destructive behavior.

Back in December of 2024, just after starting my new meds, I started reading. I read shorter books, short stories, and I was primarily leaning towards horror books I'd find on BookTok (the reading corner of TikTok), and I was suddenly reading a new book almost every week, I even re-read a couple books I read years ago that I really enjoyed.

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison (such an interesting read, and I was watching/listening to HOURS of Youtube content on this book afterwards)

All Tomorrows by C.M. Kosemen (because it seems like such a true future for use billions of years in the future)

Tithe by Holly Black (The first fairy-themed book I read, back in middle school, and I loved it then and now)

The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher (Honestly so interesting and good, a great ending and I loved the storytelling!)

The Deep by Nick Cutter (Very interesting, though I actually hated the ending and how things ended up, but I still loved the read)

The Cavern by Alister Hodge (Also a good read, pretty interesting, kind of weird how often the author mentions men pissing their pants?)

All the Ugly and Wonderful Things by Bryn Greenwood (a weird read, but beautiful and I have loved it both the times I've read it)

I'm currently reading through The Haar by David Sodergren, Mister Lullaby by J.H. Markert, and The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, BUT I was off my meds for a week and a half and I just lost the interest in the books again, which is so crazy that it really makes that much of a difference.

Idk where I was planning on going with this post. I'm just happy with how my life feels right now, and I'm looking forward to the future for the first time in a very very long time.

[alemonadinixi]

Jay's Story, Part 3

"Hey, Jay, you putting on weight?"

"Thanks for pointing it out, Derek," I tried to joke.

He laughed a little, "Sorry man, but hey, it happens! Stress is a killer. You want a workout buddy, you let me know."

"Thanks, man."

Derek went back to his desk, leaving me to my lunch. I looked like I had a bit of a beer belly, but so far there was no way anyone would guess I was carrying my girlfriend's eggs. These things had grown quickly, which Sierra said was a good sign. They'd settled in their place, now we just had to wait and see how they developed.

One development I was not expecting was to suddenly feel like my chest was damp. I glanced down and, sure enough, my shirt had small wet spots right over my nipples. I crossed my arms over my chest, put on my best “don't fuck with me right now” face, and rushed to the bathroom. I opened my shirt. Then I fucking panicked.

Lactating. I was lactating.

I watched tiny white beads form, dribbling down my chest when nothing soaked them up, hypnotized and horrified. Hiss don't even drink milk, let alone make it. This was not a thing Hiss did, of either sex, so why the hell was it happening to me??

I immediately called the surgeon’s office, since he was the only medical professional who knew what we'd done.

He was not nearly as alarmed as I thought he should be. “Huh. Interesting.”

“Doctor, how does me having work done on my intestine lead to growing breasts?” I demanded in a rough whisper.

“Tsk, all men have breasts, Jay, we just don't have the hormones necessary for them to function as such. Apparently your partner’s eggs, or the secretions used to implant them, contain something similar enough to trigger lactation. I'd have to run some tests to be certain, but that's the likeliest explanation.”

I rubbed between my eyes and took a deep breath. “So it's temporary.”

“Again, I can't be certain, no human has ever done what you've done before, but it is likely temporary, yes. I imagine the source is the eggs, and it will stop once you've laid them.”

“Why those instead of my partner?”

“Well, if it were her, I'd have expected the effects to appear much sooner after implantation. You'd have to have had her ovipositor secretions inside you regularly for that possibility to make sense.”

I blinked, my face growing warm. “... Oh.”

“You're a pioneer, Jay, we're going to run into all sorts of surprises, but so far nothing harmful has happened and things seem to be going well! Try not to worry, alright?”

“Right. Thanks, doctor.”

I hung up and stared at my reflection. What the doctor didn't know was Sierra had been regularly fucking me the past month. I loved the way she filled me, and I told myself at first there was something she secreted that made it better than normal, but honestly I was probably always a bottom and never knew it. Hell of a way to find out.

And it either needed to stop, or I needed to buy some nursing pads. I might need them anyway, it could be the eggs’ fault instead of Sierra’s.

Right now, the first thing to do was clean up. I tried dabbing at my shirt with a paper towel, which didn't do much. I'd just have to keep my jacket on, ask if I could leave work early, say I was sick or something. Then head home and Sierra and I could figure this out.

I got home before she did, and she found me in the bedroom trying to figure out if I could make nursing pads stay put in a shirt without a bra.

“Jay? What are you doing?”

“Trying not to need a nursing bra,” I grumbled and tossed the pads onto my dresser in defeat.

“A what?”

I sighed and removed my shirt. “So, something in either the eggs or your… secretions when we fuck is making me lactate.”

She looked concerned. “Is that bad?”

I took a breath. “Men don't normally do this, it's… human infants feed on milk from their mothers, so—”

Her face brightened, “So it's a good sign that your body accepts the eggs! You're making food, even if they won't need it.”

“That… that's not what I'm getting at,” I stammered, though it was a surprisingly pleasant thought. “I'm male, Sierra, this isn't supposed to happen to me.”

She shrugged, “You aren't supposed to have an egg pouch, either, but you do now.”

I frowned. “Stop being so logical about this.”

“Oh, Jay,” she wrapped her arms around my waist in a loose hug, “do you feel embarrassed?”

I blushed as a drop of milk trickled down my chest. “It’s a little upsetting, yeah!”

She licked my nipple. I jerked away with a gasp, “Stop that.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, just… feels weird.”

She got a wicked look on her face and did it again. I jerked away, but this time she followed. “It tastes good,” she muttered. She took my nipple into her mouth and sucked.

I grunted in surprise, “Sierra!”

“Mmm, I like this a lot, Jay,” she mumbled, her hand opening my pants as she switched sides.

My protest got lost somewhere in my throat as she started pumping my cock as she sucked. I love the feel of her hands, smooth with just a touch of friction, like a snake's belly. As she dropped to her knees, she said, “Everything you make tastes delicious.”

My head rolled back as she licked the length of me. “Maybe… maybe I don't have to worry about the whole milk thing…”

She chuckled. “I don't think you do. I'll get you whatever you need.” She punctuated each word with a lick, “And. I'll. Lick. You. Clean. Every. Day.”

“Sucking would be good,” I almost managed not to beg.

She complied with a smile, and I stopped worrying about it.

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S03E08 - Sleeping Beauty

Okay episode which gets good with character interactions. In fact, I don't really get bored with S3 up until the end where they put some lackluster episodes.

You see one kid being mean to the other, then a minute later you cut to an interaction between parents and you realize why.

These parents are awful.

Charlie: "You have never seen a fairytale before?" Sarah: "I have, except I find them all insufferably sexist". Charlie: "Well, they offer historical context". Do they? Because I don't remember dragons in my history books. Anyway, I'm with Sarah on this one and luckily I didn't grow up with them.

It is interesting, however, that Charlie seems to know quite a bit about these things. I distinctly remember no boy would ever be convinced to sit down and watch these movies.

Sweet potato jerky? Why does that sound so tasty? It's a dog treat.

This is just an excuse to get Sarah home.

"Your new place, which I see for the first time ever, is really incredible!"

Have I mentioned yet on this rewatch that Charlie must be taking kickbacks to be able to afford a house like that? No?

"Kids are loud". Water is wet.

Too cute.

"I guess they're alright". Make up your mind. More importantly, isn't there ample space on the couch next to Charlie for Sarah to sit? What's she doing over there?

Jesse calls from work, Joe is also over there, NO ONE is surprised that Sarah is at home with Charlie and Rex.

See? Instead of reacting to Jesse's antics, react to the fact that your detective and your head of forensics (your? I have no clue) are playing house instead of being anywhere near the precinct.

"Rex is a detection dog. His alerts establish reasonable suspicion to search". Well, thank you, Sarah. Charlie never actually explained it. I wonder if this actually holds up.

I can actually imagine the writers at the start of the season trying to come up with a reasonable excuse for those searches based on Rex's nose. At some point, they might have even opened a law book. I don't think that it would hold up in court to say that a police dog smelled illegal substances and rule based on that but it might give probably cause for a search. All this changes depending on where one lives, though. And if they find something, well, then you have your proof right there. The whole gist of it is to make sure the search is legal so you don't jeopardize the entire case.

"The dog ruined my favorite pants". Maybe you shouldn't have run?

"He's trying to hypnotize me. You're all witnesses."

"So Rick is not the owner of our... glass slipper". I think Sarah is about to whack you with the case file.

Sarah: "Where do you think of starting?" *Rex barks* Charlie: "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, too, partner". Guys...

Why do I think this was taken from when they're looking for the stepmom in the end of the episode? He looks too serious and very much in a hurry, which is not something that he is supposed to be in the current drive.

"I can assure you there are no drugs in this house". Charlie literally has a drug sniffing dog with him, how do you think he's not going to find anything?

I think the lady's excuse that she's going through a brutal divorce actually did get a bit of a reaction from Charlie. Not that he'd give her the drugs back, of course.

Dad-influencer. I hate this age.

"What was your babysitter doing in the back of your truck?" I can't believe there was a logical explanation for this other than "We were having sex".

"You don't think it's possible to have a platonic relationship with an attractive woman?" Wise move not to answer that.

I'd definitely like to ask the Hudson and Rex production where they get their car brand covers because in greek tv productions their look like shit.

"Everyone I know drives this car". This is a 50K Mercedes. Where are we?

I did not have sexual relations with Stacey Nielsen". Okay, who put that in there? I can't listen to it without laughing.

Sad that it wasn't some kind of threesome. She was just carrying their child.

The production getting their money's worth out of the new house.

"She made this for me. It's some sort of woman with... one, two, three, four... seven kids?" "These are dwarfs" lmao

Snow White was in witness protection? Maybe in the next Disney installment.

Sarah: "You don't need a prince for a happily ever after". Get that man, Sarah. Do you have any idea how many men would protest that statement?

Joe: "Nice of you to join us this morning". Don't do this, Joe, we keep trying to extricate him out of the office, let him be late for once!

Charlie: "Rex took forever to get out of the house this morning. Rex: "Don't you dare sully my good reputation!" Charlie: "Okay. I took forever to get out of the house this morning". I love their suspicious looks and also, I WANT TO KNOW! What happened? What are they hiding from us? WHAT??? What did you cut out?

"Need I remind you, Charlie, that warrant-less collection of DNA is not admissible in court?" Maybe. I mean, we sometimes base an entire case off of it.

Seriously, why is he so chipper?

Sarah: "Stacey's not the mother". Joe: "I'm sorry, what the what?" Charlie: "Yeah, what Joe said". You can tell Sarah loves delivering such news.

Again with the looks.

I believe that a person having a perfectly good womb should be able to use that womb however they see fit, including getting paid to carry the baby of a couple that for whatever reason can't or won't do that. The law's intent should not be to police people's wombs but to make sure that children shouldn't be born and grown to be taken advantage of. So it should be legal in cases of parents who want to have a child, and illegal if for example one was to gather fifty women and grow children through surrogacy to take advantage of them (not the only example, just one I thought of). Taking advantage of your body's ability to carry children for monetary gain so that they can be ultimately raised in a proper family that wants them is not the same as taking advantage of children.

"I had a glass of wine at lunch." "Was it served in a salad bowl?" Burn!

Why would you bring the kid to the place her stepmom might commit suicide?

Rex to the rescue once again. I think I've seen this on Kommissar Rex too.

Big damn hero.

"What a needless tragedy this all was". I've seen so many certifiably stupid deaths on crime shows, this doesn't even rank at the top 20.

Suspiciously big enough space for Rex to jump onto. But looks weird before that. Also, thanks for squashing by beer/wine theory like a couple episodes later. I am now thinking that the wine goes with the couch lol

"I think you'd make a great mom." "You're a great dad. To your fur baby over here." "What do you think, pal, you like being my fur baby?" Rex's growl sounds like he wants to bite anyone who says the word fur baby again. Maybe that's just me, though.

It's a good thing Sarah has an alternative plan to motherhood because I can see the future and I suspect it will take a long time.

Again, the case didn't grab me. But they spent sufficient time outside of the office and mostly in Charlie's new house that we just saw for the first time that I didn't mind.

[yuulina-vre]

Fear - Chapter five

Summary: Y/N lives the life she always dreamed about. a job she loves, a fiancé that does everything for her, and a house she dreamed of. There are hiccups on the way, but Y/N's still pretty satisfied with where she stands in life. Though a word can be powerful, especially if it's said to the wrong person. Y/N would never have thought that she ever gets to experience how bad it can turn out. For her and the loved ones around her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: none

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

“Sweetheart. Doll, it's all right. I’m here." His hands keep their motions on my back, one coming up to run over my hair, softly pressing my head firmer against his chest to provide more comfort and possibly make me feel as safe as he can in that particular moment. He comforts me just like a child who had fallen off a bicycle, rocking back and forth, and strangely enough, I don’t mind one bit. I soak up every bit of him, every word, every touch, every smell, but I still can't calm down as much as I want.

It's impossible.

I’m too upset. The shock and fear swirl in my brain, letting no room for any other emotion or feeling. It’s as if a wall blocks my mind, impossible to climb or break down. Even though he’s here, reassuring me of my safety, the sounds are still running amok in my head, and thoughts circle back and forth without me being able to catch them. Dark eyes, whispering voices, looming footsteps. Flashes of knives in the moonlight.

Bucky’s voice is worried, strained, trying to sound calm for me, though I know he is anything else but calm. He probably is pretty upset, not really grasping how to help me. And maybe he’s feeling afraid himself, though for a whole other reason. He tends to panic when I do, but he’s better at masking it and calming down. His body is rigid and stiff with tension, yet his hands are gently against my body and skin. He smells so typically Bucky, woodsy with a mix of his deo and aftershave. Sweat mixes in from a long day at the precinct. The slightest smell of gunpowder comes to my mind.

Bucky pulls me even closer to his chest, hugging me tightly and pressing his lips to my temple. I don't let go of him, not even for a second, clinging to his shirt as if my life depends on it. And at the moment, it feels like it.

Somehow, I actually feel like a child, when he’s holding me like this, softly rocking back and forth, kissing my temple now and then, or stroking my hair. Given my profession as a therapist, you'd think I'd be more in control, but somehow, I seem to have a blockage. Getting so attached to Bucky is the only way for me to get some kind of peace and deal with the demon in my mind.

His hands slowly loosen from my body to slowly come up and cup my face. I whine as he leans back a bit, holding my face softly. He is careful as he lifts it from his chest so that I look at him. My vision is blurred with tears, making him a swimming mess. His thumbs gently perform a comforting dance over my cheeks, brushing tear tracks away. That gesture makes me feel a little better the longer he continues doing it. “Y/N. Look at me. I'm here. It's all right. Sam’s looking around, but so far, no one’s in the house. I still asked him to triple-check. Okay?” His eyes stay on my face, staring intently at me until I nod the smallest one I ever did. “Do you think it could have been a false alarm this time?” His eyes are gentle, knowing of the loaded question he asked. He never puts my feelings into question, and he doesn’t want now, I know that. But he needs to make sure every possibility is looked at. I can understand that. It still stings.

I stare into his eyes, hypnotized by their worried blue for a second. I hesitate for a moment, thinking about his question and what he said. It could actually have been a false alarm. At least I didn't hear anything suspicious in the house. Nothing I know doesn’t belong. Sure, there were the typical sounds of houses. Setting wood, crackling of devices, and so on. Well… I know that there was something unusual, like eyes watching me from somewhere, but there was nothing that indicated a difference. I nod timidly, still sniffling, before shrugging. The feeling from earlier is still there. I can feel eyes on me, mustering every inch of my body, as if it’s looking into my soul.

With his thumb, he rubs a tear out of the corner of my eye, and he smiles at me. It has a mix of sadness in it. He leans forward again and hugs me gently, giving me a kiss on the forehead, then on my lips. It’s just a quick peck, there to comfort me and provide a feeling of safety. I let myself fall forward, more into his embrace and his chest. “Okay.” One of my hands loosens its grip on his shirt but doesn’t lose contact altogether. I let it roam around him, coming forward to his chest, resting it between our bodies, right over his heart. His heartbeat is strong under it. I can feel each lub dub. The constant rhythm brings comfort and peace into my body that not even his voice can create. My eyes close on their own accord, and I concentrate solely on feeling him, his heartbeat, his life.

“Tell me what’s going on." His voice is soothing and composed. It seems to have only a slight tone of tension in it, and that makes me a little puzzled.

Why does he sound tense when he thinks it's a false alarm? When he’s sure and checked that no one’s in the house?

Bucky rustles a bit around, lets go of me for a bit to grab the rumpled duvet off the bed, and wraps it around my shoulders. I haven’t noticed that I’m shivering until the sudden warmth envelopes me. His arms come back around me, holding me tenderly. I sigh and put my head on his shoulder as he strokes my back. “I don’t know,” I mumble into his shoulder, way too silent to be heard if it wasn’t for his ear almost directly at my head. My tears finally let up, but I still sniffle now and then. “I-I woke up because… the rain, I think. I don’t… I don’t think there was something else. Maybe the neighbors cat.” My voice is still a bit shaky, but instead of focusing on it and my shivering, the fear still deeply residing in my bones, I try to focus on Bucky’s hands around me. “I turned back around and tried to go back to sleep. I almost drifted off, but... there was, well, how shall I put it? There was just a- a feeling."

“A feeling? What kind of feeling? Threatening?"

“Not really threatening. It was more like... like someone’s watching me. Here. In the bedroom. I don't know. Everything seemed perfectly normal. I couldn't hear or see anything that was somehow different, but… still. I had a feeling something was wrong. It scared me. But I didn't know what it was. I sat up and took a good look around. I even wanted to go through the house, but then I panicked." I take a deep breath. “Feels pathetic now.”

“No. It’s never pathetic to be afraid of something, doll.” Bucky knows that I have strange feelings. Strangely enough, he never seemed to be deterred after I told him, never acted as my ex-boyfriend did. He had portrayed me as crazy and, at some point, threatened to have me committed because the accident and death of my parents had left me with some damage. I still have nightmares about it, but these feelings aren’t a side effect of deep trauma. Bucky never put into questioning that he wants to stay with me. He often even relies on this feeling and always takes it seriously. From time to time, he involves me in his work, which was strictly forbidden, but he doesn’t care, always tells me that no one will ever find out, and if they did, he just puts me down as his therapist, which probably isn’t allowed either. He shrugs it off. Bucky gives me case files and asks me for advice. Mostly, I can tell him if I have a particularly bad feeling about a person or statements in the report, and somehow that seems to help him. I still have no idea how much help this is supposed to be, but he keeps asking me for my advice, so I figure it is enough. Sometimes it feels like I’m just confirming a suspicion he already has. However, when I have strange feelings at home, it is usually nothing serious. We shrug it off and have a good laugh, though before we do, we always investigate. But it was never like this. Never like I’m being watched.

"Okay. So, you looked around, saw nothing, and hid. I assume you called me directly, then? Did anything else happen after that?" His voice keeps gentle, hands continuing their pattern as I hear a door close downstairs and light footsteps on the stone floor. I shake my head and wipe my hair that clings to my tear-stained cheeks off my face. For a moment, we’re just silent, but then I swallow thickly past the lump in my throat and look at Bucky. “Hmm... After I hung up, I-I just sat in the bathtub. I guess I just imagined everything afterward. I thought- I thought I heard noises. Something like... door creaking, rumbling, or footsteps. Now that I think about it, the window looked like there were eyes.” My voice fades, and I see past Bucky into the hallway where Sam has reached our floor to look through the rooms. After a few seconds, I look down at my hand on his chest, where his heartbeat still drums a steady rhythm. "I can't tell you if any of this was real. Now, I doubt it myself." Suddenly the thoughts of my ex-boyfriend come to my mind. My hand on Bucky’s chest instantly tightens into a fist on his shirt, eyes panicky looking into his. My voice is urgent as I speak up next, hurried to get him to believe me and a bit too loud, causing Sam to pause in his steps to glance at us. "Bucky, I'm not crazy. I certainly wasn't imagining the feeling. It may have been delusions in the bathroom, but this," I gestured across the room. “I’m sure I wasn’t imagining it! There was something here.” My voice becomes a little softer and quieter again. He looks at my face and nods. “It’s okay, I believe you." He pauses, pushing me softly off his lap, and just keeps my legs on his thighs. His gaze swiftly flies to the hallway, where Sam waves before he disappears downstairs. Then Bucky directs his gaze back to me, softly takes my face in his hands, and leans forward so our foreheads touch.

"Okay, babydoll.” He leans back and presses a soft kiss on my forehead. The softness and warmth of his lips let me shudder a bit, and my eyes close on their own accord. “How about you get comfy on the bed, hm? Maybe snuggle up into my shirt or something and try to sleep. I'm going downstairs with Sam to talk about what to do now. I’ll be quick and bring some tea back up." For a second, I just stare shocked at him. Did he just suggest leaving me alone again?

Instantly my head shakes as vehemently as I can. I can feel a crack in my neck, but I don’t pay it any attention as panic floods me yet again, and I try to cling to Bucky again. “Sweetheart, I understand that you don’t want to be alone. But I need to talk with Sam.”

“No… please…” Bucky takes a deep sigh, his hands still cupping my face, staring at me as if he’s able to look into my soul. Sometimes I think he actually can. His deep blue eyes turn soft then, and he just takes me into his arms, swaying me from side to side, while pressing kisses all over my face. “All right, doll. Want to come downstairs, too, then? Just promise that you rest on the couch for a bit. I’ll make some tea and talk to Sam in the kitchen.” His head ducks a bit to have a better view of my face. “That way, I’m just a few feet away.” Tentatively, I nod, knowing that it’s a better option than staying upstairs all alone. The feeling still hasn’t left me, but the adrenaline is slowly fading, leaving me tired and exhausted.

He pushes my legs off him and stands up, immediately reaching for my hand, but I pull it back for a moment. "D-don't you want to look around, too?"

“What for? I already did when we arrived, doll. And I was in this room the whole time, with you. There's no one here. Besides, we would give Sam the impression we don’t trust him, and I really don’t want to make him cry now." A snort leaves me. It's unexpected but welcome because I actually feel a little light afterward. Bucky’s grin is indication enough that he’s pleased with his joke, so he leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I let my gaze wander through the room for a moment, then I, too, get up and finally take the hand he holds out for me. “We probably should get your robe, yeah? Won’t show Sam what he’s not supposed to see!” Bucky smirks and another small smile slips on my lips. It feels like it’s the first time in years. His hands gently pull the duvet off me, before he quickly runs into the bathroom to grab my robe. He helps me slip it on and carefully closes it before tying a small bow with its ribbon. A small giggle leaves me as his fingers tickle my sides, and as I look at Bucky, I can see happiness in his eyes, indicating that he’s incredibly relieved to see me smile again.Despite the summer heat, I grab the duvet again to take with me. I still feel some kind of cold with the adrenaline leaving, and the tiredness sinking in. The throw blanket on our couch won’t do anything to keep me warm. He holds my hand tightly as he guides me downstairs and to our couch in the living room, passing Sam, who waves with a small smile.

Bucky’s grip on my hand is not as tight to hurt, but still tight enough, so I can see how tense he is, even if he tries to hide it.

Immediately an alarm bell rings in my head, and my feeling tells me he knows something he isn't telling me. But I feel too tired to investigate. It probably can wait a bit.

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@cjand10

[casspurrjoybell-31]

The Consort - Chapter 4 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Finn

I lick my lips and put a trembling hand over the gear to put my car into drive.

My foot hits the accelerator harder than I intend and the two of us propel away from the curb with a defiant squeal.

Some of the vampires try to chase after us.

Most of them just watch with hungry gazes as we pass.

A few times I look back in the rear view mirror, my guilt forcing me to seek out the house where Kelly is now trapped.

But every time I do, all I see is red eyes.

Red for hunger.

Red for blood.

Red for danger.

We drive until well past the city limits of the Village.

I nervously glance at my gas gauge, worried I won't have enough to make it back to Kelly tomorrow.

Only when the florescent lights of the undead begin to fade does Bogdan tell me we're here.

He points to a gravel road I would have never seen otherwise.

It's narrow and not well-traveled.

My poor car bumps and wheezes over the rocky terrain.

When we pull up to the small house, Brayden tells me to wait in the car while he checks the perimeter.

"What for?" I ask.

He opens the door and peers out into the vast night.

"To make sure any uninvited guests are properly redirected back to the Village."

Trepidation poisons my mind but I try to remember Brayden's words and calm my breathing.

He hops out of the car and squints into the night.

His torso becomes rigid and in a blur of red and white, he disappears.

I lock the car doors again.

I may have never traveled to the Village before but something feels off about all of this.

Plenty of people in my life have had live feedings.

Granted none of them ever went to the Village but I've never known vampires to want for anything.

They have a constant food supply.

They were given the cleaner and more modern living area even prior to when the Agreement was put in place.

So why did they look so... vile?

I shudder thinking of their striking faces and hungry expressions.

If it wasn't for Brayden, I would have probably let them open the car door and pull me right out.

It's not that I don't have a will to fight, I simply would have been hypnotized.

My keychain brushes against my leg.

The light, unsuspecting touch makes me flinch.

What am I doing trusting a vampire I barely know?

He promised me a night of safety.

He promised the same for Kelly.

But he's given me no reason to trust him.

His eyes are just as red as the others I saw gracefully gliding down their respective walkways.

Who's to say he won't do the same to me as they were planning on doing?

I chew on my bottom lip.

During the drive I was so focused on Brayden's proximity to me that I didn't focus on how we got here.

Well, that and my dwindling gas gauge.

Maybe, if I follow the city lights back into the Village, I can find my way back to the street where I left Kelly.

My shoulders slump.

Even if I managed to find my way back, I don't think I'd arrive in one piece.

If it wasn't for Brayden's threatening gaze and presence beside me, I don't think we would have even made it here safely.

All the stress becomes focused on my lip currently lodged between my teeth.

I chew on it so hard a small cut pierces the supple flesh of my bottom lip.

I wince and allow my tongue to slide across it.

The coppery flavor mats against my taste buds.

Only seconds pass and Brayden is at the passenger door again.

His eyes almost glow against the blackened sky.

I roll the window down, attempting to put on a brave face.

"Did you catch all the lurkers?"

He doesn't respond.

His movements become so still he could pass as a porcelain statue.

Then his eyes rake down my face until narrowing in on my bottom lip.

Another miniscule drop of blood passes through the small cut.

My tongue laps it up without thinking.

Brayden's gaze follows the action and his fangs elongate into something more menacing than anything than I could have imagined.

My heart beats out of control when he opens the door with slow, predatory movements.

I feel like a caged animal... one with no means of escape.

Time becomes frozen when Brayden gets in the car.

He reaches for my face with hands as strong as vices and as soft as snow.

Even if I wanted to, there's nothing I can do to stop him.

It's like I'm in another world.

His red eyes lure me in and his scent seduces my thoughts into a false sense of peace.

My chest squeezes in anticipation when he pulls me towards him.

He isn't just a shadow in the night.

He's transforming into the night itself, taking the form of everything beautiful in nature to catch his prey.

And I am left helpless to it all.

Helpless to him... a demon in disguise.  

[completelylusingit]

SO.

like alot of vulpine pokemon, the zorua line have very sharp senses, and they use those senses to gather information about threats or targets and for what everyone knows them for, illusions!

they can intricately weave disguises and even illusionary traps, and cover whole areas in illusions to throw of people coming close to their dens or to confuse and trap prey.

for a very long time, we had absolutely no idea how this worked. it was assumed it was probably through the same psychic means as alot of psychic types use to hypnotize and manipulate other creatures

but that didn't really line up with what they were able to do, creating illusionary coats over their whole bodies and disguising whole areas even when they weren't present, and their illusions able to affect people they aren't aware of, plus their lack of psychic typing.

it wasn't until about the 1970s that people started to question it, and it wasn't until the late 90s when energy measuring techniques were precise enough to try, and someone pointed it at a zoroark, and we figured out what it actually was.

zorua and zoroark are actually making a sort of energy field, zorua can largely just cover themselves and a few basic things, though they don't have very good control over it for awhile, while zoroark can craft very complex fields over large areas with a large array of components

these fields do alter the senses of anything that sees them or walks into them, that's how you can also smell and feel and hear things from a zoroark or zorua's illusion, they've basically constructed a field of bioenergy that causes specific sensory hallucinations

that's how zoroark can set up illusions in areas as traps, they leave behind this energy field and when they evolve it's strong enough to persist without their constant input, though it fades quickly over time and they have to fresh it every couple of days or so

there's some really really cool research into this and exactly how they use their bioenergy for this, I'd recommend lookin it up if you're curious for the technical details

Jaxs just left for his test in the science building, and I think if I look at my report or the study notes for a second longer I'll actually die

so I wanna talk about zorua and zoroark instead. I think they're very very fascinating pokemon

[mythicallyvi]

[madhattersez]

K-POP BIAS CHALLENGE: JAN 2023

(PART 1 OF 2 BECAUSE I'M RIDICULOUS)

Okay, I should start by saying that this is a two-parter because I'm a doofy Pan that can get attached to members of groups even if I just casually listen to them (Seriously, though - K-Pop is a wonderland for Pans because there are just SO many incredible personalities out there, UGH).

I made all the gifs below to show you the exact moment I knew they were for me. Enjoy!

Chaeyoung (Twice) Soyeon (GI-DLE)

This sounds impossible, but I think Chae will be my ultimate bias, like, for as long as I live. We're going on over 5 years now that she has not only been my bias in Twice, but she has been shining over all other groups as well.

When I found Twice (which was my final step before finally tumbling all the way into the rabbithole of K-Pop), it was the "TT" video. Nayeon immediately caught my attention and I was fairly smitten. I think this is probably the case for all Twice fans at first, because she's a literal Siren. Like you read about in mythology.

However, Chaeyoung took over the second I saw the above part of the "Likey" video, which was my favorite song from them for such a long, long time. The swaggy rapping in a simple hoodie with all that trademark badass/adorable energy? Hook, line, and sinker. It's been her ever since.

Fast forward to nowadays, where she's only gotten more incredible, having the most writing credits in the group, an ever-growing amount of unique, artsy tattoos (which is still fairly taboo for idols), and absolute, unedited realness when she speaks (in her hypnotically deep voice, no less). I love her quirky art. I love her laid back views on life. I love her dancing, singing, and rapping, I love her goofy laugh. I love that her teeth aren't "perfect." I just love her.

Please check her wispy, beautiful "Off My Face" cover below. I literally well up whenever I sing along to this song:

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When it comes to (G)I-dle, there was never any competition. It's Soyeon all the way.

Look, there is going to be a lot of rappers on this list since I was a Hip Hop dude myself back in the day - I can recognize the talent and approach. When it comes to confidence in their ability, there's not many more in the world with as much as this tiny titan.

I had heard a lot of I-dle's music previously without really digging into the group or finding out much about them, which was my stupid, stupid mistake, hah.

It was when K/DA debuted that I finally started paying good attention. This is the fictional K-Pop group from League of Legends that releases music with incredible production, vocals, and animated music videos. It definitely helps that they invited Soyeon and Miyeon from I-dle in for some authenticity and talent, but all the ladies are great.

Soyeon immediately captured me in the clip above as she catwalked her way (with a smirk) out onto the stage at the utterly massive 2018 League of Legends World Championships.

It was a really rad performance that had me looking up everything about her afterwards, and finally led me to becoming fan of (G)I-dle as well.

She also unflinchingly pushes boundaries for what is "acceptable" for idols and women in the game in general.

I'd love to present a sassy collab with her and a few fellow badasses called "Is This Bad Bitch Number?" Her English is sometimes very... interesting, but the confidence in it is unmatched! That's all that counts, right?

However, I'd also like to present to you just how much she positively hates vegetables. They are seriously trying to kill her or something:

Yeah, she's a disaster. Hahaha.

CL (2NE1) HyunA (4Minute)

Awwww shit, it's CL from 2NE1. 2NE1 was dope - Their song "Come Back Home" is a favorite, but the classic "Falling in Love" should be on anyone's feel good playlist. CL stuck out like a sore big toe, though. Way above the rest for me.

Currently, she's been doing solo stuff for years. While 2NE1 was still around, CL stole me away like a damned thief with one of her early solo tracks "The Baddest Female." The clip above that got me was from the video for it.

The smooth-as-hell verses and the obviously slayer visuals caught me, but that little audible gasp shown at the end of the gif? She practically tossed me over a cliff, y'all.

Super swag at all times, she is also super involved in the fashion industry and often brings ridiculous Lady Gaga-ish looks and sets into her projects.

Recommended video to start you off on your own CL journey? Why, "Hello, Bitches," of course:

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Next up is HyunA, originally from 4Minute. 4Minute was a super rad group and the vast majority of their songs were fantastic.

Mostly doing solo stuff now (like CL above), HyunA always stood out from the rest. I don't know if it's her fantastic dancing, her unhinged attitude, or her lunatic eyes, but she scooped me up immediately as I watched the first few seconds of the "Crazy" music video, which is where I clipped the gif.

She was in an at least attempted secret relationship with labelmate (and hot as hell artist himself) Dawn for several years until their label kicked them out because of it, and Psy (You know, "Gangnam Style" Psy) swooped them both up for his label. The couple released an EP together that was adorable and sexy and amazing... Sadly, they also recently broke up, which tore me up a bit. :/

I could show you at least a dozen videos of her I really enjoy, but one that has always stuck with me to show all of her characteristics at once has been "Ice Cream," which - whoa - is now 10 years old:

I bet that one's gonna be in your head the rest of the day. You're welcome.

Karina (Aespa) Tsuki (Billlie)

I have lots of mixed emotions and opinions about Aespa. Most of the stuff I have issues with are on the part of their label, though, not them.

That being said, Karina has only ever had positives for me. Visuals. Dancing. Vocals. Kindness. Politness. She's really amazing to watch in candid videos especially because she just seems like a super great person in general.

She's also a superfan of a lot of groups she ends up collaborating or interacting with, and is adorable about it. That being said, she's also very mature about business-related stuff - A great public leader.

This clip from the Savage video is where I knew it had to be her.

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Awwwwww it's time to talk about Tsuki. Tsuki Tsuki Tsuki. Will you just look at her?! You know what? I'm just going to stop right here and show you the whole video my gif is from. Maybe you'll instantly fall in love, too:

Have you ever seen maximum effort before? Well, now you have! Haha. Tsuki is like the living equivilent of how you feel when your favorite song comes on and you're dancing alone in your room, all by yourself, no inhibitions.

She just makes me indescribably happy with her enthusiasm and joy of performing. And those facial expressions, d'awwwww.

She's from a group called Billlie - Yes, that's with three "Ls." They have a great selection of hits. I suggest checking out "Ring Ma Bell" for some Rock flavor, too. You'll notice Tsuki sticking out there as well.

Who am I kidding? She's all you'll be able to focus on, no matter what the group is doing.

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Jennie (Blackpink) Fatou (Blackswan)

Well, everybody knows Blackpink, even non-K-Pop folks. I think BTS and Blackpink have got to be the biggest draws to introducing people to the genre.

I was a Lisa bias from the very start, but when Jennie released her first solo track (Read: "Solo"), I switched before the video was even over. It was this scene, right here in the laundromat.

Jennie is so swaggy. So is Lisa, of course, but the swag... uh... meter? It tipped to Jennie for me here and has only gotten heavier since. And to be rapping all cool like this in some stylish underwear while soap suds rain down? And that eye roll. Fucking ridiculous, sign me up for that newsletter, no confirmation email needed.

Plus, I have a thing for laundromats just in general - Check that out here.

While this video is where it all happened, I'd instead like to show off her fantastic choreo performance version instead, because it's even more incredible:

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Whewwww, I'm sorry, was I talking about swag again? Because Fatou has it in spaaaades.

The first and only Senegalese idol in K-Pop, she obviously stands out and has all the associated hurdles to overcome because of it. Fuck any and all racists and haters - She is killer at what she does and stands out in the group because of her constant quality performances.

Her rapping? Top notch. Her singing? Striking. Her hater deflection skills? Strong. Her height? Nice.

Unfortunately, a lot of folks may never discover her or the group she's currently in (Blackswan), because the label they are on has been really rough at keeping things together and there has been unending drama surrounding the group, creating a revolving door of members.

The "Close to Me" video is a great watch - That's where the jail scene from the gif above came from. That's when I knew that Fatou was undeniable for me.

Gain (Brown Eyed Girls) Suga (BTS)

Goodness, Gain is dangrous. She hails from all the way back in the... First? Second? One-and-a-Half-th generation of K-Pop? Anyway, she's from the retro (but still around) group Brown Eyed Girls.

The video from this clip will explain everything, I think. It's from a song called "Warm Hole." And, yup, it's exactly what it sounds like. These ladies were pushing sex positivity in Korea a long time before this, but they laid it on thick here in 2015. And Gain is right there, front and center of the charge.

The sultriness of a mysterious lady with a murder mystery to unfold, sauntering into a 1940s detective's office? Check. Bunny suit? Check. Winks? I can't possibly count that high. Being super cute on top of all this? Yeah, she got me.

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Oh, look, it's time to put BTS on the list, haha. Thanks to everyone gliding in and reading this post just because of the BTS tag, I'm sure. <3

For the longest time, RM seemed like the only one for me in BTS, though J-Hope's always been hanging upside-down from the rafters above, ready to strike at any time. That was, until I saw Suga's solo video (under the "Augst D" pseudonym) for "Daechwita." That's what this sweet-ass gif is from.

The video features Suga as an Aladdin-style street rat, but he also plays a badass, sword-swinging king. They both are ruthless and want to kill each other. I can't even possibly explain how radical the video is, so just watch it already:

Yeah, um, I'm sorry RM. You are super talented and all that, and much respect to the paths you've opened and the collaborations with other fresh rappers out there, but... It's gonna be a whole packet of natural Suga for me.

Mia (Everglow) Yeji (Itzy)

Jesus, are we almost done with this list? This... part one of this list...? Haha. Apologies. I'm geekin' out over here!

Everglow is incredibly talented. Honestly, I want to say that they should be at (in the very least, but probably more than) Aespa's level of reach and popularity. I'm not sure why they're not picked up more, but they don't seem to get many promotions from their label.

Regardless, I know Everglow is amazing, and I enjoy them as such. Now, if you hadn't heard them before, maybe you'll give them a try, too? Please do.

When I started listening to them, the super tall (she's, like, one of the top three tallest current idols) bombshell that is Aisha found me through the monitor and got my attention right away. She was my bias for a good chunk of time.

Then "La Di Da" came out. Even after seeing the music video, Aisha was right there. Then, like some sort of dark magic, I saw this Studio Choom version above - Right here at this very moment in the performance, my bias to Mia flipped like a switch. It's... Hmph. Was it the snarl on her lips while her hands covered her intense eyes for just a flash? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was it.

Something just... unlocked? I went back and watched everything. The music videos, the candid stuff. Somehow, some way, it was Mia all along! She's so incredibly warm and caring and for sure a top dancer in the entire industry.

Look, I know Sihyeon is technically the leader of Everglow... But it really seems that Mia holds everything together and is an incredibly hard worker who obviously struggles a bit to realize her potential and impact. I see that in her. And it's something that makes me love her more.

Just look at her effortlessly pull off this choreo, even extensive and difficult floor stuff (what Marvel comic book metal are your knees made out of?!) without any imperfections:

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To end part one of this absolutely unintentional monster of a post, let's talk about Hwang Yeji, the powerhouse leader of Itzy and the "secret weapon" of JYP.

Chaeyoung as my ultimate bias? Sure. Unwavering. But... If I had to pick anyone to even come close to that position, it would be Yeji. Absolutely.

A super compassionate leader who is always so on point in taking care of her sisters, she never misses a beat. I think she's probably the wisest, most intuitive, most protective, most active leader of any group in K-Pop I've seen. Both personal and business-wise.

When it comes to talent, it's like a superpower with her. I say that, because off-stage, she is a super nerdy fuckin' goofball who is polite to a fault and who can't stop giggling to save her life. On stage, she is an absolute moster. The light turns green and she instantly turns serious, becoming one of the top 5 dancers and vocalists in the entire genre. It's like a She-Hulk transformation without any of the green. And Light Fury instead of She-Hulk. Supporting documentation:

Anyway, to balance out the absolutely incredible human being she is, her fierceness on stage is rarely matched. From the second I saw her (the gif above literally shows some of the first seconds of the song and she had me instantly hooked with her unique looks and attitude), I've been so into her.

Until I wasn't... My bias switched to Ryujin for quite some time. Whoops. And, uh... then it switched to Chaeryeong for a stretch... Look, I can't tell you how hard it is to pick and stick with a bias in Itzy. They are so incredibly leveled out.

However, Itzy's first Japanese single "Voltage" hit the net last year and there's this one part where Yeji raps, but she starts by literally GROWLING. Fuck, nope, I hit the floor. Literally. Totally unfair sneak attack. Dead. NO DISASSEMBLE JOHNNY 5.

That was it. Fucking done. Yeji forever now, no more switches, hahaha!

Again, she can be such a confident, stage-killing monster, but then she turns around and almost burns down the company dorm microwaving chocolate while being a total Squishmallow:

She's just the best.

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Well, I had to work on this (and the next post) over and over again as it drafted for a week, so I'm happy to say that Tumblr's draft feature WORKS, y'all. I'm a believer. Haha.

See you in part 2!

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏!𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘 × 𝙴𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) × 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏! 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝙰𝚄, 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏 𝙰𝚄

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙾𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗, 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟻.𝟹+𝙺

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙 (𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜), 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗) 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘, 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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"Anything else we can get for our most valued regulars?"

The two men waved their hands dismissively at the friendly and energetic owner of the establishment, thanking her for the drinks that were already provided while assuring her they were perfectly content.

"Well if you shall need anything don't hesitate to ask." She reminded them before walking away to attend the other customers and see that everything in the club was running smoothly.

The two men held up their drinks and clinked them against each other before downing them as if it was mere water. Slumping back into the comfortable french style chaise lounge sofa, the shorter mafioso let out a soft and relaxed exhale of breath.

"Well I'd say the whole operation was an absolute success. Don't you agree Yunho?" He tilted his head towards the more impotent one of them, the male swirling the contents of his newly poured drink around his glass cup.

"Indeed. Well done Wooyoung." He raised his glass towards his friend in acknowledgement before bringing the rim of the cup up to his lips.

The two men briefly scanned the spacious hall, occasionally waving or even winking at the more familiar faces that they had become very much acquainted with, sometimes even on a more intimate level that remained a naughty secret between them. Being admirers of beauty and anything aesthetically appealing, they of course had their gazes on the stage that encompassed the majority of the room. Their eyes never failed to take in the gorgeous dancers that were currently moving their bodies to the music playing in the background, some of them showcasing their more erotic side through spins and turns on some of the poles that were placed at various corners of the stage. That sight was always a welcoming one by all the men who went inside the high class club.

"Damn. Who is that?" Wooyoung pointed in the direction of a certain dancer who had caught his attention.

Following his finger, Yunho widened his eyes when he saw who it was that Wooyoung had spotted. She was indeed very captivating. Her movements were very sensual and completely fluid, it was more than obvious her technique was precise. Even her hair seemed to dance along with her body. She'd effortlessly spin around the metal pole as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her. Although she was placed towards the back, she seemed to dominate the stage alone with her presence. She just exuded charisma and eroticism that no doubt had many of the males growing a little problem in their pants thanks to her, Wooyoung and Yunho being no exception. They became lost in the beautiful and fascinating female, falling her charms as if her dance hypnotized them.

It was Yunho who snapped himself out of it when he took a closer look at her face and felt like something was off.

"How old is she? She looks a little... too young." Despite having been involved in the criminal world for years, having seen and committed many illegal acts, Yunho was not tolerant of anything that involved the exploitation of individuals who were too young for such a life.

Realizing he was right, Wooyoung shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat. Calling over one of the male waiters, Yunho had to inquire about her.

"What can you tell me about the pretty face right over there?"

Seeing who he was referring to, the male server chuckled.

"Oh. That's Y/N. She's new here, started a few weeks ago but she's already conquered a lot of admirers as you can tell."

Indeed, as they looked around, most men had their eyes trained on her, no doubt imagining what she'd look like if you removed the lace bustier top and butt hugging leather shorts.

"How old is she?" Yunho got to the point.

Understanding what he meant, the server quickly dismissed his fears.

"I don't know exactly but I know for sure she's very much an adult. I'd say very early 20's, although I get that with that innocent looking baby face many wouldn't believe it. Folks seem to dig that though. Angelic face, sinful body? No wonder men are lusting over her."

Glancing over at their respective friend, the two men shared a small smirk between each other before settling back down to continue admiring the pretty girl.

"If you bosses would like, we could arrange a private show with her for you." The male staff offered but Wooyoung shook his head.

"No no, I don't think that will be necessary."

But he found that his resolve would soon come crumbling down when the young female took notice of their gawking towards her. Although she had never seen them before, she enjoyed the way their eyes were raking her body. She made sure not to break eye contact with them as she performed her next set of moves, which became a lot more sultry and risque in nature. She purposefully bent down or over more so her ass and tits would be the main focus of their staring.

"Fuck. I'd love to bend that ass over my lap." Yunho bit down on his bottom lip as one hand slowly rubbed the top of his thigh when she sent a flirtatious wink his way.

"Then why don't we make it come true?"

Calling for the male staff's attention once more, Wooyoung pulled out a large bill and placed it on the empty tray he was holding.

"I think we're going to take you on that offer, that is if the lady doesn't mind."

The staff couldn't help but snort.

"Trust me, I don't think she would mind one bit."

Ushering them to follow him, the male staff led them through the crowd of people that were gathered at the main showroom and down one of the hallways. Wooyoung and Yunho were surprised when instead of taking them to the upstairs private rooms, their guide instead took them down stairs.

"We don't actually tell most people this but our best and most expensive private rooms are actually down here and not upstairs. We only reserve them for V.I.P guests. And there's a bonus.."

The male staff typed in a code into the keypad that kept the entrance to the room locked and opened it up for them to let themselves in.

"There's absolutely no cameras, no rules, and you don't have to worry about anyone hearing anything." The man slyly told them as he walked off and told them to enjoy themselves.

Looking around, indeed the room was even better than the upper ones they had often rented. Not only was it bigger, it had a full bar for them to enjoy, there were multiple couches and they even mounted a pole in the middle of the room. Lilac curtains were strategically placed around to decorate the room which looked marvelous against the blue LED lights that illuminated several parts of the room so everything inside would be clearly visible. They could even make out a faint scent of lavender and vanilla, no doubt infused with pheromones to further enhance sexual arousal.

"No rules he said.... perfect." Wooyoung grinned as he made himself comfortable on one of the couches.

"Just because there are no cameras doesn't mean you can behave as you like. Remember that she'll probably only be here to dance for us and nothing else." Yunho reminded him.

"Relax old man, you know I would never touch a woman without her consent. Lucky me, I'm still handsome .... and rich." Wooyoung laughed slightly as he pulled out a bundle of money from his pocket causing his friend to roll his eyes.

"And what makes you think that is going to entice the young lady to suck your dick? If anything, she'll prefer someone younger and not some... geezer." He poked fun at his friend who looked at him with an unamused face.

"Look who's talking boomer." He scoffed at him.

Both of the men put an end to their small bantering when the door suddenly opened and in came none other than the very object of their fantasies, her stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor. She eyed them up and down with a curious expression, the corners of her mouth curling up just subtly.

"Hello there beautiful." Wooyoung leaned back and took in her figure.

"Good evening gentlemen." She greeted them as she shifted her weight from leg to the other one, her hands placed on her hips respectively.

"Y/N is it?" Yunho inquired as he tried to keep a little more decorum and tried not to stare too much at her.

"Unless you'd prefer to call me something else." She grinned at them with a smoldering expression.

"I'd love to call you mine." Wooyoung put his thoughts out there for the other two occupants in the room to hear, shocking and embarrassing one while the other seemed delighted to hear him say that.

"Wooyoung! Control yourself." Yunho nudged him with his elbow, warning him not to try anything stupid or foolish.

"And tell me then handsome, just how do you want me?"

Both men whipped their heads at her question, wondering if they heard her right.

"Umm- excuse me?" Yunho wanted her to clarify what she meant.

The young dancer took slow and careful steps closer to them, beginning to round the table that stood in between her and the couch they were seated in.

"On my knees, on all fours, against the wall, or laying down, just tell me what position you want me in." She was completely unafraid as she now carefully sat on the table right in front of them, spreading her legs just a little bit, daring them not to gaze in between them which they both ultimately failed in doing.

She was driving them crazy, making them lose every last bit of self control they had. And the way she'd innocently bat her eyelashes at them was not helping their case, it only served to fuel their growing lust for her even more. Wooyoung was about to speak up, but Yunho of course stopped him.

"No-no honey. We just wanted you to keep us some company." He wanted to slap himself for sounding so old fashioned.

Y/N tilted her head at his explanation.

"Keep you company? You mean like this?"

Not expecting her to get up and suddenly straddle his lap, Yunho's eyes shot wide open when her chest was practically pressing against his face. Y/N gently caressed the hair around his temples, not so subtly grinding herself on his tent that was hardening even further. His friend next to him was equally surprised and jealous that it wasn't his lap that the young lady chose to situate herself on.

"Is this what you wanted?"

When Yunho shifted under her and stammered out an incoherent babble of words, Y/N took hold of his hands and placed them on her hips.

"It's ok baby. You can touch me if you want. I don't mind." She encouraged him with a sweet smile on her face.

"I'm not sure I want to..." As soon as he said that, he regretted his words especially after seeing the disheartened look on Y/N's pretty face.

"Well I know for a fact I do so give her to me if you don't want her."

She let out a squeal when she was suddenly pulled of Yunho's lap and instead perched upon one of Wooyoung's strong and muscular thighs. He couldn't stop smiling as his hands rubbed against the sides of her waist.

"So tell me what's a gorgeous and young lady such as yourself doing in a place like this?" He was genuinely curious as to why someone like her would seek out work as an exotic dancer.

"Well it definitely brings in a lot of money, but I'm not going to deny that I do enjoy the attention and stares of some of the patrons like to give me." She answered, her hand reaching over to loosen up the tie around his neck.

"Oh, so you like being a little exhibitionist?" Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"God yes! But my ex boyfriend wasn't a fan of my occupation, hence why he left." She let out a tiny huff at the information.

"Well if you ask him he's an idiot for that. I know if I had a sexy girl like you, I wouldn't mind showing her off a little. Let others admire her like the goddess she is."

As he said those words to her, Wooyoung's fingers slowly peeled the straps of her top off her shoulders, his tips tracing along the outline of her collarbone. Y/N didn't budge when she felt Wooyoung's lips kiss across her shoulder and the side of her neck, she merely tilted her head to the opposite side so it would give him more access to suckle along her smooth skin. Yunho watched all of this with an aching hard on and clenched fist as he realized it could have been him in Wooyoung's position at that moment.

"Truthfully I don't miss him, he was very controlling anyways, but I gotta say...." She bit down on her lip, a bit unsure about continuing her sentence.

"It's ok baby. You can tell us anything you want." Wooyoung assured her as his teeth tugged at her earlobe.

Sucking in a breath she didn't know she was holding, Y/N spilled her secret out.

"I've just been a lot more horny ever since I started this job and I don't have anyone to fuck me like a slut. God I just want a big, fat cock to tear my pussy apart."

Both men looked at each other and exchanged a few suspicious glances before returning their attention back on the girl on Wooyoung's lap.

"Are you horny right now darling?" He asked her as his hand came to the front of her top and started undoing the buttons that ran through the middle.

"If I say yes, will one of you fuck me?" She turned her head to look at Yunho, not wanting him to feel left out. Her hand even reached over so it could brush along the tent in his pants, which he welcomed graciously and even allowed her to palm his hard on as she pleased.

"Oh honey, if you want, we'll both fuck you." Yunho finally spoke up after a long time of staying silent, scooting his body closer to her.

"Please do." She begged them, eyes looking like a pitiful little pup.

Undoing the last button, Wooyoung peeled the top off her, both men releasing groans when her breasts came into view. They looked so soft and smooth and it took everything in them not to take one in each of their mouths and devour them. Getting off of Wooyoung's thigh so she could sit right in between both men, Y/N took one of their hands and set them right on her mounds.

"Touch me, please. I want your guys' hands all over me."

Each one of the men began to squeeze at her tits, Wooyoung opting for a more rough approach, even pinching at her nipples, while Yunho took his time in massaging her flesh, thumb rubbing circles on her hardened peak. Y/N was already loving the two opposite dynamics both men were giving her, it was exactly what she'd been craving in a long time. She threw her head back when Wooyoung stooped down to take the breast he was currently toying with into his mouth, teeth tugging at her tiny bud. She was releasing heavy breaths as he continued to suck at her tender skin, eyes closing as she began to get lost in the pleasure. She nearly whined when she felt Yunho take his hand off her breast, but it was caught in his mouth since he moved his hand from her chest so it could cup her chin. Tilting it towards him, he began to kiss her hungrily. She gratefully welcomed the intrusion of his tongue in her mouth, letting it slither inside of it, taking complete control of her.

Taking advantage of his friend moving his hand away, Wooyoung moved so he was sitting right in front of her. Y/N pryed her legs open so he could be easily accommodated between her body. He moved his mouth to latch onto her other breast, giving it the special attention its twin had already received. He became a little harsher as he began to plaster marks on the underside of her boob and on the top of them. Each time he sank his canines down onto her skin, Y/N would emit a semi pained whimper that was muffled by Yunho's tongue as it swirled against her own wet muscle. Moving further south, Wooyoung began dragging his tongue down her sternum until it reached her belly button. Coming face to face with her leather shorts, Wooyoung grabbed the sides of the fabric before swiftly pulling it down her legs. Y/N shuddered when a small waft of cool air breezed over her wet heat.

"Fucking hell, what a nice and wet pussy you have little lady." Wooyoung stared in amazing at her shining folds that were inviting him to dive in and feast upon their sweet juices.

Pulling away so he could glimpse down at the lady's intimate place, Yunho moaned deeply when he saw what his friend was looking at.

"Fuck we've barely done anything and you're already this wet for us? You flatter us baby." He chuckled as he went back in to continue their makeout session.

Wooyoung's fingers slid around her folds, teasing her as they grazed over her slit, always stopping before they touched her clit. Y/N was yearning to be touched and she did not appreciate the older man's teasing. Yunho of course noticed since her needy whining was being spilled into his mouth.

"Is that a promise?" Wooyoung challenged.

"Wooyoung stop making her wait and eat her out before I shove you to the ground and I finger her cunt until she's squirting all over your face." He warned in between kisses.

Pulling back with a snarl, Yunho stared menacingly at his friend.

"Fucking eat her pussy or I'll get my men to hold you down and make you watch as I fuck her."

Shrugging off Yunho's threat, Wooyoung latched his mouth onto the young female's mound and started fucking it with his tongue. Y/N couldn't help but gasp as Wooyoung's skillful and experienced tongue swirled and sucked along her folds. He made sure to focus most of his attention on her clit, nibbling down on it while making sure he didn't accidentally grazed his teeth onto them.

"You like the way Wooyoung is eating you out baby?" Yunho asked as his large hands cupped your breasts once more, squishing them together as his thumbs toyed with your nipples.

"Yes! Shit! He's amazing!" She gasped out when he gave her a particularly long suck to thank her for her praises, a cocky grin forming.

"Heard that Woo? The little lady is enjoying it." Yunho gushed as he brought one breast up to place kisses on it.

Wooyoung responded with a moan against her pussy, his hands spreading her legs as far as they could go so he could lap reach every inch of flesh with his tongue. He left no place untouched as he practically smothered his face into her juicy core. Y/N's body started to tremble as she felt herself being thrown over the precipice. Yunho kept holding onto her as she began cumming on Wooyoung's face.

"Fuck- oh shit!" She cursed with scrunched eyes as an intense orgasm took over her senses.

Wooyoung didn't detach his mouth from her core until he made certain that she had released all the juices she possibly could, which ultimately ended up swallowed by him since he could not leave a drop to waste. When Y/N came to her senses, she still felt as if she was in a permanent high.

"I've never came from someone eating my pussy out. That was the first time anyone has made me orgasm from one." She admitted rather shyly.

"That's probably because you've only had amateur assholes perform oral on you honey. I've got years of experience. I know what a girl wants when she's getting her sweet pussy eaten out." Wooyoung boasted as he sat down next to her.

"Well I think it's only fair I show my gratitude to you both right?"

Sliding off the couch, Y/N got on her knees and beckoned the men to stand at each of her sides. Lifting her hands up, she began to palm their clothed cocks. She could only imagine how big they were since they already felt pretty packed even in their confinement. Although it was a little hard doing it with one hand, she managed to unzip both of their pants and slowly dragged them down their thighs until she was blessed by the sight of their mature cocks springing forward, fully erect and waiting for her to touch them. Her mouth was agape as she took one in each hand and began pumping them.

"God you're both so big."

Both men let out small laughs at her reaction.

"What? Never seen cocks like ours before baby?" Wooyoung asked.

"Not in person and I've always wanted to be fucked by sizes like yours."

Her hand continued to stroke their lengths. She even went as far as to spit on both of them so it would be easier to glide her hand along their shaft. Although Yunho was definitely the bigger of the two, packing a monster sized cock, Wooyoung was also pretty endowed and she had no doubt that with his cocky attitude he definitely knew how to use his dick in the best way possible. She couldn't help herself and actually brought both of their tips to her mouth. Her tongue alternated between licking Wooyoung's head before giving attention to Yunho's, both of them hissing when they felt her tongue on them. Y/N did not shy away from even slurping one both of them at the same time, opening her mouth as much as it could to fit their heads inside and sucking them in.

"Oh shit! You're such a dirty little girl." Yunho muttered out as his hand came down to pet the top of her head.

"Tell me are you always such a whore for your other customers?" Wooyoung's tone had a slight hint of jealousy at the thought of someone else getting the special treatment they were getting.

"Hmmm no. None of the other people have ever interested me. You guys are the first that made me wanna get a little naughty." She confessed with an innocent smile before taking each of their balls and giving them a few harsh sucks, coating them generously with her saliva. Although it was more than arousing having their young companion jerk them off simultaneously, even giving their slits a couple licks every now and then, the men knew they wanted a little more. They wanted to corrupt the woman in front of them and make a mess all over her.

"You wanna get even more naughty baby?" Yunho's voice dropped down 2 tones as he began taking his shirt off, Wooyoung following suit.

"Yes." She looked between one of the men and then to the other, nearly drooling when she saw their fit abs come into her view.

Lifting her up, Yunho effortlessly sat her back down on the couch.

"Want us to fuck you?" He continued to ask as he and his friend finished stripping themselves out of their clothes.

"Yes! Please fuck me." She encouraged, beckoning them over as she got on all fours for them.

"Well I don't know about you, but I really wanna see what that pretty mouth of hers does, especially after getting a sneak peak." Stepping over to her face, Wooyoung rubbed the tip of his cock along the top of her lip.

Y/N giggled as she took Wooyoung's length in one of her hands once more, pressing kisses along his head. She was so distracted in playing around and teasing Wooyoung that she didn't notice Yunho had placed himself right behind until she felt his bulge rubbing along her ass cheeks.

"I hope you don't mind sweetheart, but I wasn't expecting to get so lucky to be able to fuck a pretty girl such as yourself tonight so I'm afraid I brought no condoms...."

Y/N gasped when she felt a long finger insert itself into her ass.

"So I'm going to have to settle for fucking this other hole of yours." He circled his finger around her hole to further stretch her out, eventually adding a second finger inside her.

"If that's all right with you of course."

Y/N responded with a moan and pushed her butt further back so his fingers could sink deeper in her.

"I'd say it's more than ok with her. Look at how desperate she looks." Wooyoung lightly giggled, tapping the head of his cock against both of her cheeks.

"Open up."

Following his orders, Y/N allowed him to slip himself into her warm and wet mouth, unable to help but groan when he pushed half of his length in.

"What's wrong baby? Can't fit all of me inside?"

Taking it as a challenge, Y/N hollowed her cheeks even further and pushed herself forward until her nose pressed against his pubic bone. Although she choked slightly when she felt him hit the back of her throat, she was still able to swirl her tongue around him and properly accommodate him.

"For someone so young, you sure do seem to have a lot of experience." Wooyoung pointed out as his hands gently caressed her stuffed cheeks.

"That's cause she's nothing but a whore."

Y/N clenched around nothing as she heard Yunho's degradation, humming against Wooyoung's length as she felt his long fingers collect some of her slick and used it as a makeshift lube to spread around her asshole. Making sure she was all prepped and properly stretched out, Yunho took his sizeable dick and very slowly pushed himself into her ass, wanting to savor how her tightness hugged every inch of him. His head was thrown back when he stuffed her ass full of his cock, nails digging into her cheeks as he held back the urge to ram himself brutally and tear her ass up. When he did not move for a few seconds, Y/N grew impatient and pulled herself off him only to stuff him back inside.

"Don't make our pretty baby wait by being gentle Yunho. Can't you see she's desperate to have you break her apart?" Wooyoung smirked as pulled out of her mouth only to force himself back in, holding her head in place before releasing her. Y/N gagged around his cock, a tiny slick of drool falling out of the corners of her mouth.

"Is that what you want? Want us to be rough with you?"

Yunho got a response in the form of a moan around Wooyoung's dick and a tightening around his own cock .

"Ok shit! Yunho you better start fucking her cause I can't hold back anymore."

Not caring to wait and see if his friend would follow his instructions, Wooyoung gripped the back of Y/N's head and started bucking his hips into her mouth. Garbled noises that were muffled by Wooyoung's intrusion were spilling forth out of her, which were further intensified in range when the male behind her likewise started moving.

"Oh shit! You're so tight, you feel amazing little lady." Yunho praised as he slammed his hips onto her ass, watching it smack against his skin and wiggle every time he pounded back into her.

Y/N whimpered when one of Yunho's hands snaked in between her thighs and began to rub circles around her clit, further boosting the feeling they were giving her. With one of them fucking her face and the other one ramming into her ass, she felt so full and stuffed to the brim and she absolutely loved it.

"You enjoying this honey? Are you enjoying as two older men use you as their fuck toy?" Wooyoung's question was met by a loud vibration of her whimpers around him, his cock twitching at the feeling.

"Of course she's enjoying it. She loves getting used and treated as nothing more than a cum bucket." Yunho groaned in a raspy voice. His fingers which were moving earnestly around her bundle of nerves moved to strike them, making their recipient shudder when more stinging slaps were placed on her mound.

Tears of pleasure were rolling down Y/N's eyes as she was being fucked past her limit by the older and dangerous criminals. Never in her life did she actually believe such men like them would fulfill one of her deepest fantasies, yet here she was, gurgling and swallowing around one huge dick while her ass was getting torn apart by an even bigger cock. Not to mention Yunho was making sure she'd be tipped over the edge again as he worked his fingers on her clit, alternating between rubbing harshly against it before slapping it once more. During one of these hard smacks, she began crying out as her body began spasming and bursting out in pleasure, her juices spilling out of her.

"Oh fuck! She's cumming already." Wooyoung's words were becoming more slurred as he felt his own high fast approaching.

"I know. I'm gonna cum-" Yunho grunted as he plunged himself faster in her, his low and deep moans mixing with Wooyoung's higher pitched ones as both men used their pretty dirty dancer to push themselves over the edge, their relentless pace only helping to elongate the orgasm the girl under them was having.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Pulling out with a hiss, Yunho wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped himself furiously until white spurts of cum were being plastered all over her ass cheeks. He didn't stop until he made sure to paint her butt with all the cum he had to give.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung held her head in place as he fucked his own cum down her throat.

"Swallow it all you dirty whore. I don't want you spilling out a single drop. Got it?" He ordered as he spilled his seed into her mouth, which Y/N promptly swallowed as he said to. She kept eye contact throughout the entire process of having him rut his hips against her face, his mouth agape and blurting out swear after swear as he emptied himself in her mouth.

A popping sound was made when he pulled out of her, saliva plastered all over her lips which were red and swollen after the rough treatment they were put through. Both men slumped down on the couch to catch their breath and collect their senses. Yunho was the first one to gain his energy back and began to look for something to clean up, luckily finding a few hand towels near the mini bar. Coming back over where the other two occupants were, he began wiping off the leftover cum on Y/N's ass.

"You doing ok babe?" Yunho wanted to make sure.

"I'm doing wonderful, thank you." She giggled when Yunho pressed a light slap on her ass at her response.

After making sure to clean up properly, Yunho and Wooyoung gathered their clothes and began dressing themselves again while the exotic dancer simply sat there and watched them, lip poked out in a pensive thought.

"Will I see you guys some other night?"

Yunho and Wooyoung looked back and forth between each other and at her.

"Do you wanna see us again?" Wooyoung asked, his hopes getting up.

Y/N smiled at him.

"Of course I do. Just be sure to bring condoms next time. I'd really love to feel you both destroy my pussy next time."

The men chuckled at her bold words.

"Oh baby, it'll be our pleasure."

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[whatareudoinginmyhouse]

(Ok so I've been comparing Lil' Bits and Commander Peepers together for a bit in my head and this has been sitting in my brain for a little while)

Like I've just been thinking about what if Commander Peepers just simply used his cuteness/smallness to his advantage like Lil' Bits? Because if you think about it he'd probably be more successful that way.

Like think about it Lil' Bits and Peepers are both considered cute and not intimidating in the WOY universe.

And Lil' Bits unlike Peepers is a respected (or at least I assume she's respected cuz lord Hater hired her) bounty hunter and probably quite successful at what she does. Considering she hypnotizes people with her cuteness so she can make them do whatever she pretty much tells them too. She could pretty much walk them into the hands of whoever issued the bounty on them and they wouldn't suspect a thing, cuz to them Lil' Bits is just a cute innocent looking kitten.

Now take Peepers on the other hand who sees himself being cute/small and unintimidating as a weakness, and he's even insecure about it.

So to compensate he tries to make himself seem more intimidating but, to no avail. Which is why he uses Hater when he conquers planets, because Hater brings the intimidation factor. And without Hater Peepers wouldn't be taken seriously because without Hater he's just some small watchdog trying to intimidate people into handing over their planet. Which would in theory never work.

So if Peepers DID use his cuteness to his advantage (which he'd probably never do) I'd think he'd be more successful and could probably make it as a solo villain.

Think about it.

You wouldn't suspect a small innocent looking watchdog, to conquer your planet even after they've publicly announced that they are. And soon enough you have an entire fucking war ship crashing down on your planet, with thousands of soldiers coming out of it. And before you were even able to realize what had happened BOOM your planet's already conquered.

In short he'd let peoples guards down kinda sorta

[hyunsuks-beanie]

I Love You Too, Love

Bang Chan x reader; just some good ol' tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: My first attempt at writing a real scenario lmao. Do lmk how it was❤Also, it's funny how I'm an anti-romantic to the core, but it all goes out the window when it's Chan

Coming back home at night after a long day at uni/work, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle and watch a nice movie with Chan. Your best friend had been on tour with his group, Stray Kids, for the past three months, and the daily messages and FaceTime calls were not nearly enough to stop you from missing him like crazy. The teeny tiny (or so you insisted) crush that you had on him, didn't help either. You missed his voice, his tight hugs, the way he would always listen to rant about your day, the way he would always know what to say, the way his smile would light up your day, everything. While he did try to fill the gap by still listening to your rants on a daily basis on FaceTime, it just wasn't the same without him being there in person.

Sighing, you unlock your door, expecting to be met with pitch darkness. Instead, what you saw made you drop your bag to the floor, as tears welled up in your eyes. There, standing in the middle of your living room, was Chan, your best friend, who was supposed to be away for yet another month. Not able to believe your eyes, you pinch yourself, only to realize that he is indeed there, in the flesh, smiling at you as if you mean the world to him (unbeknownst to you, you most certainly do).

"Missed me?," he asks, and you suddenly find yourself running towards him at full speed, crashing into his chest and wrapping your arms around him in the tightest hug ever. This causes Chan to slightly lose his balance, and makes him laugh heartily before placing a gentle kiss atop your head. "I missed you too, love. So so so much."

After staying like that for a solid two minutes, you finally break free, glaring up at him playfully. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?," You ask, trying your best to suppress your smile and appear angry. This causes him to chuckle before cheekily saying, "If I had told you, I wouldn't have been able to seen your true happiness at seeing me. If you already knew, you would probably have acted as if you're disgusted that I'm back, and we didn't want that now, did we?"

You shove his chest slightly, before finally turning your head towards the dining table, only to be met with the sight and aroma of all your favourite dishes, that Chan had apparently spent all evening trying to make. "You must be hungry. Freshen up and let's dig in, I'm starving," He says, pushing you lightly towards the bathroom. While getting changed, you finally register the fact that your heart is hammering in your chest, reminding you that the man standing in your living room means so much more to you than just your best friend.

Being away from Chan for months has made you realize that what you feel for him is much more than just a crush. You may very well be in love with him, but you're too scared to admit it because neither do you want to face rejection, nor can you bring yourself to put his career at risk. With these thoughts in mind, you finally exit the bathroom, sighing deeply to yourself.

You don't, however, notice that Chan too, is in a dilemma of his own. Before going on tour, he too, knew that he liked you. But being away from you made him realize that you are his home, and that he would much rather be with you than with anyone else. He has been planning to confess today, and has been trying to gauge your feelings ever since you came back home. Your sigh doesn't escape him, and, full of concern, he asks, "What's wrong, love? Got something on your mind? You know you can always tell me." Truth be told, he's worried and scared that you already know about his feelings, and don't reciprocate them. He fails to see your knees going week and a blush creeping up your cheeks at the nickname, and instead, all he notices is you giving him a small smile and saying, "Not at all Channie, I'm completely fine. Now let's eat up before the food goes cold."

Once you guys get a couple bites in, the awkward atmosphere starts easing once again. Chan tells you all about the tour and all the places he saw. "London was the best, but I wish you were there. You would have enjoyed the London Eye." "Well then, you'll have to take me there one day." You tell him about how life has been back in Seoul, ranting about your annoying professor/boss, and he tells you about all the small trinkets that he saw at souvenir shops that reminded him of you. "That charm bracelet was so you, I just had to buy it." "You didn't have to Chan. I don't need any gifts, having you back home is enough."

After dessert, you ask him if he'd stay the night, and he says that since he has the week off, the boys don't expect him to back at dorms until the following morning. "So.....you're staying?," You ask with a small smile tugging at your lips. He smiles back at you lovingly, and ruffles your hair before saying, "Yes love, I'm staying. Now let's watch a movie."

After picking the movie, you come back to sit on the couch next to Chan, throwing your legs across his lap. Now it's his turn to blush, but unlike him, you're not oblivious to his reddening cheeks. "Awww, is Channie blushing? Why? This isn't the first time I've thrown my legs over your lap," You chuckle, causing him to hide his face in his hands. "Yeah but, I've really missed this being away from you all this while," He smiles warmly.

The first half of the movie goes by with the both of you making random comments about it. At one particular scene where the characters are having nachos, Chan suddenly exclaims, "Salsa reminds me, the boys and I learnt a little Salsa during our time in Italy, and I really wanted to teach you some of the moves." "Me?," You ask, bewildered, causing Chan to become shy and start stuttering. "I-I m-mean if you w-want to. It's o-okay if y-you don't."

You're having a hard time trying not to melt into a puddle at his cuteness, as you force your mouth to open, and say, "No Chan, I'd love to." "Really?," He returns to his giggly self, as he gets up off the couch and extends his hand out for your to take. You smile and take his hand, and he brings you to the center of the room. "Just one sec," He says, pausing to pick the music on his phone. Once he's done, he places his phone on the table, and starts guiding you through the dance, one step at a time, with the movie being nothing more than a long-forgotten background noise. "Left foot forward, right foot backward. That's right, now dip, and come back. Now place your leg on my waist....," You both freeze at this, realizing what he just said. It's only then that you notice just how close you are to him, and the familiar feeling of your heart racing comes back. You both stare at each other, hypnotized, before your eyes flick to his lips and back up to his eyes. When he does the same, you timidly ask, "Can I kiss you?"

That's all it takes to break Chan out of his trance, as he crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You don't even notice that he is backing you up, until you feel your back hit the wall. His lips taste sweet and a little spicy, which you attribute to the food you had earlier. The kiss is soft but full of emotions, and even though it does seem a bit cliche, you can feel fireworks fly. The butterflies in your stomach every time you see Chan seem to have been replaced by a whole zoo, and you can't help but smile into the kiss. This causes Chan to break into a smile as well, before he gently lets go.

"I really want to keep kissing you because God have I been waiting to do that for years, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest first," He says, shy once again. "I like you, a hell lot. Actually no, screw that, I think I'm already in love with you. I've known this for a long time, but I was just scared to admit it. Being away from you during the tour made me realize that I want to be more than just 'best friends' with you. I want to call you 'mine,' and I want to be yours." "Oh Channie, you don't know how much I have wanted to hear you say that you love me too, this distance has been a wake-up call for me too, but I was just so scared of jeopardizing either our friendship, or your career. And I can't have either of those two." "Don't worry about my career, we'll find a way out love. Just say the word, say that you love me." To this, you gawk at him, before saying, "I gave you a speech on that just now, didn't I? Of course I love you." "Yeah but you didn't explicitly say that you love me, idiot. But now that you've said the right words, I legit feel like the happiest man on earth." You shove him slightly before wrapping your arms around his torso. "So, now that we've got our feelings sorted, what does that mean for us?" "Well, for starters, I think it means that my nickname for you just took on a literal meaning," Chan smirks. You pout at this, but then say, "I love you Channie." He places his chin in your head, and says, "I love you too, love."

[narrators-journal]

wiggles my fingers OoOoOoOo monster fucking, thanatos, bottom minato, lets fuckin goooo

God save me, this took soo long T-T. I hope it's still good, I tried my best.

CW: Monsterfucking, size difference, probably a fair bit of cum, I don't know the regular amount lol.

Ever since Minato had gotten to Tatsumi port, life had taken a series of turns and twists. From the fact that the moon turned yellow and the sky green for an 'hour' every night, to the director of their club turning out to be a traitor. A traitor whose one goal was for the SEES to not end The Dark Hour, but unleash some hidden, thirteenth arcana monster. It was all a rollercoaster.

And, if watching a friend get shot by an underfed hippie, getting stabbed in the back by someone he'd grown to trust, losing the one...person? Creature? Thing that he could actually trust for ten years, wasn't bad enough. Minato now stood at the end of the bridge it all started on. Looking down the stretch of asphalt at the man who stood looking over the side. Ryoji Mochizuki.

Only a few days earlier, they'd met on that overpass to discover that Ryoji, a transfer student that had managed to worm his way into Minato's friend group, and carnal desires, wasn't human. Now, Minato walked up to the tall brunette for a separate reason.

Yet, they didn't say a word when the wildcard reached him. The duo only stood there in the nightly silence while the sky washed green for the hidden hour striking. Listening to the rushing of water below them until Ryoji finally broke their vigil.         "What are you doing here, Arisato?"         "Arisato?" He snorted in his usual dry tone, "I thought I was 'Funeral Lily' to you." Yet, when the boy looked up to those hypnotic sapphires of Ryoji's, they held no amusement. Only a shame and guilt so visceral that it jabbed into Minato's cold heart.         "Arisato, why are you here? How'd you even find me?" Ryoji asked, not tearing his eyes off the water below. So, the wildcard sighed and shook his head.

Then, without warning, he punched the feeling out of the brunette's arm.           "OW! What the fuck?!" He squawked, finally looking at Minato with a hurt look, one that the wildcard returned with a glare,           "Get over  yourself, you baby."           "Ge-" The boy cut him off.           "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're death, Harbringer of The Fall, all that. I don't give a shit."           "You don't-"           "You heard me, Mochizuki. I don't fucking care."           "Can I talk, Arisato?" The taller man snapped, the two glaring at one another for a long moment before the wildcard spoke again,           "If you stop calling me by my last fucking name, yes." Ryoji rolled his eyes at him but caved.           "Minato. You're being so stupid about this." He insisted, "I am fucking Death, that's not something you don't care about."  That time, it was Minato's turn to roll his eyes, growling a bit.           "Ryoji, I've seen my friend die in front of me, I've been backstabbed, I have no family, and you are...my closest friend. You being Death, if anything, makes you hot as fuck. Not terrifying."

What followed was a long few moments of silence heavier than the thick silence of The Dark Hour. Ryoji gawking at him while the wildcard only looked up at him. Finally breaking the silence after a bit longer,             "So. Can we get over your melodramatics? I only have about, fifty minutes left." The brunette blinked, his brain finally deciding to work again so he could ask,             "You...Why do you need the dark hour? I...I do exist outside of it, Mina. That didn't go away because I remembered who I am." That made Minato grin. Stepping forward and grabbing the vibrant scarf that the man always wore.             "You may exist, but I don't know if any...other forms do." He began, feeling Ryoji's ethereal blue eyes boring into him as if he could dig out the answers faster that way. "And, if you are the creature I'm thinking of, I'd like to try something. Possibly make something of a deal of my own?" He hummed coyly. Taking a step closer to the man until their bodies were about touching and Minato could feel the skin-crawling energy that had always zipped over the man.

Back then, Minato had assumed it was Ryoji's hyperactive golden retriever energy making his asocial self antsy. But, that skin-crawling, nervous energy made more sense now that he knew what the brunette was. And, to anyone else, that knowledge would've been a nightmare. Yet, it only sent a warm thrill through the wildcard's blood and helped the heat between their bodies ward off the stagnant chill of the winter.           "So, what do you say?" He prompted after a moment. Looking into those hypnotic eyes as they boiled with questions, intrigue, and sparks of arousal. Arousal that all but choked the scarf-clad as he asked,           "W-what deal are you wanting, funeral lily?" with his voice strangled to little more than a whisper. As if the midnight-haired wildcard pressing his chest to his, in turn, pushed the air out of his lungs. Which, certainly wasn't helped when Minato followed the action up with,         "Fuck me, Ryoji.

Sure enough, the brunette froze up like a deer in headlights at the order. So, the smaller male preyed on the moment to slide his palms up the god's soft sides. Over his chest, and up to his shoulders to drape his arms over them. That simple action seemed to breathe some life back into Death, because he then fixed the wildcard with a confused look,             "You're nuts!"             "No, but I want yours." Ryoji slammed the side of his fist into Minato's back for that, but he still snickered and continued on as he played with the brunette's scarf. "No, Ryoji, I am serious. I'm supposed to kill you, right? Well, since you need me, I hold all the power here. And I want to use that power a little."             "To...s-sleep with me?" Ryoji asked dumbly, giving Minato the powerful urge to smack him. But, he instead ran his fingers up the back of Ryoji's neck and fluffed up his pushed-back hair.           "Yes. More precisely, I want to have sex with one of your monstrous forms," he said, as bland as always. As if the request was nothing more outrageous or interesting than a coffee date. And, when Ryoji still went to argue, Minato finally ended the conversation. Pulling him into a kiss by the highlighter-colored scarf around his neck, and using it to hold him captive.

With no option to maintain the kiss and complain, the brunette had to choose. And, as expected, he was swift to melt into the wildcard. Not too long after, wrapping his arms around the blue-haired boy's waist and groaning into his mouth.

Though, it wasn't until they separated to let the wildcard breathe that he was sure he'd netted the god because while his arms loosened, they didn't leave his sides. So, he let the situation escalate from there.

The midnight-haired teen kissed him again and slid his hands back along Ryoji's chest to begin undoing his shirt's buttons. Getting down to his belt before he pulled away from the kiss,           "Can you change form?" He panted, letting his usually disinterested voice turn coy again. Grinning at the arousal glazing over the flushed brunette's eyes while the man nodded. So, Minato slipped one of his hands down to push the ball of his palm against the growing bulge. "Good boy, now, pretty please turn into Thanatos for me."

That made the brunette flare a deeper crimson color and swallow hard, but he stepped away.           "Are you...sure?" He checked one more time. And, when Minato nodded, he took a deep breath and let a squirming swarm of shadows engulf him. only to emerge a moment later as a towering humanoid creature clad in skin-tight, black clothes save for pops of white on his arms and legs and the odd, ever open skull-like mask that obscured the creature's face. The sight was impressive for sure. Intimidating, of course, but Minato could still see his friend in the way the beast crouched down to await orders. Whether he was 5'11 or 11'5, Ryoji was still the creature in front of the wildcard.

So, he stepped forward to reach up and gently pull down the monster's faux face to be more on his level. Within, he could see that Thanatos didn't actually have a face. Only a featureless head and a belt buckle to hold the helmet on. Despite the lack of a face though, the monster gave a bit of a low humming noise that could be taken as an affectionate noise. In response, Minato reached down to run a hand over the massive creature's torso. Noting how warm he was even through his...clothes? He couldn't exactly be sure, but either way, Thanatos was warm enough to combat the chill of The Dark Hour.

Once his hands had drifted low enough to rest on the belt that held up a long, slitted skirt and sword, the wildcard paused for a moment. Noting the nervous, yet eager energy the monster gave off before pushing aside the skirt material.

Not that he was sure what he expected to find. Judging from Thanatos' face, he'd likely be as blank as a doll where it counted. But, some part of Minato still wasn't surprised to find that he did, in fact, have a member. A member to match him in impressiveness. All he did was smirk and wrap his hand around the hot, semi-stiff erection. The simple action already earning a quiet, shakey breath from the monster.           "Relax, 'yoji." He hummed, beginning to slowly stroke the thick member. Only pausing to massage the head to coax out more of the thick pre-cum that was beginning to form at the tip. "You've slept with half the school, what makes this any different?"

The question got a different vibe from the monster. And whether it was due to Minato having housed the death god for ten years straight, or him assuming, Minato already knew the difference. Which, he didn't acknowledge. Instead, he continued to spread precum over the throbbing length before dropping down to run his tongue along Thanatos' length. Grinning more when the wet warmth of his tongue made the monster twitch. Something he did a lot more of when the wildcard kissed from the base of Thanatos' member to the tip. And while he was too big to put very far in his mouth, Minato made up for it by leaving hickeys along the thick member. Yet, when Thanatos seemed close to orgasming, he stood back up to smile up at the panting creature.

He didn't need to say what he was thinking, the massive creature knew. Picking the smaller male up with no real effort and tugging his pants down. And while he hesitated a bit, he did do his best to spread the wildcard's legs as much as possible and push in carefully.

It hurt like a bitch. Even with the lubrication the precum provided, it was almost enough to make him regret his request. But at the same time that being so full sent bolts of pain through Minato, it also left him moaning and gasping with mind-numbing pleasure. Which wasn't a surprise since being so full meant his prostate was never neglected. Or even left alone.

Of course, Thanatos, Ryoji? Minato couldn't bring himself to care enough to bother with the semantics. Thanatos was sure to be extremely gentle as he pushed in. Freezing the moment the persona user clawed into his gloved hand and gasped. Giving soft, soothing purrs while Minato panted and adjusted to the size and masochistic pleasure. At least, adjusting enough to encourage the monster to move again. Moaning when that movement sent fresh waves of warmth through his belly.

Now, usually, Minato preferred a rougher handling when he bottomed, but there was something about the massive death god treating him with the gentleness you'd show a sculpture made of cotton candy that sent almost as good of a thrill through his blood. Likewise, the slow, gentle pace added to the heat under his skin, so he didn't mind putting up with the cautious speed.

And Minato was sure to express that fact to the best of his power. encouraging the monster onwards with his quiet moans and the needy way he tried to squirm in his grip. Of course, he couldn't actually move with the monster holding his torso in one hand and the other holding his leg captive. But, his attempts seemed to encourage the monster all the same. Thanatos letting his leg go so he could start moving him up and down in time with his slow thrusts. All to add more of Minato's needy moans to the chorus of lewd noises he gave off into the silent hour of the night.

Minato couldn't keep track of how long it took for the euphoria to wash away his thoughts, but he doubted it took long. Especially with how the careful friction on his prostate paired with the depths Thanatos reached. Yet, he couldn't enjoy the way his body turned into jello afterward, because Thanatos began pulling out after a brief pause.           "Mochizuki!" he snapped, glaring up into the false maw of the monster, "Don't you fucking dare. I can get off more than once, you're not getting out of this that easily." Yet, when the monster still hesitated to return to humping him, the wildcard narrowed his eyes. "Quit worrying over your fucking identity already! We've been over this. Forget it and fuck my brains out already!"

With that demand, the dark hour seemed to somehow get quieter. The only soundtrack around them was the soft clinking of the chains that held the floating coffin lids to Thanatos and the rushing of the water below the bridge. A long moment passed of the duo staring at one another before something happened. Thanatos gave a low growl and pulled the wildcard off of himself.

yet, before the smaller of the two could complain, he got the wind half knocked out of him. The monster had dropped him back onto the asphalt only to pin him to the rough ground. Though, this time, he wasn't as gentle when he spread Minato's legs and smeared more precum across the persona user's ass. Nor when he began pushing into him.

Not that the massive monster wasn't still very careful about thrusting into Minato. But, this time he was far more willing to almost fold the demanding wildcard and hold his hips up so he could roughly hump into him this time. Which, even if he could get enough breath between moans, gasps, and the thick cock burrowing into his guts, he couldn't bring up any issues.

Sure, getting manhandled and humped so thoroughly still hurt. But, the contrast of the coarse asphalt digging into his back, and the softness of Thanatos' gloved hands and comforting purrs grounded the wheezing wildcard enough to keep him from washing away in bliss. So, he could put up with the pain to savor the methodical way the monster got back at him for being demanding or pushy. Feeling each thrust in his belly and giving a squeaky moan with each pulse of pleasure the thrusts gave. Until, at last, he had to claw into the creature's hand again at the burst of heat that almost made Minato combust.

The wildcard wasn't far behind, after that. The sudden rush of warmth pouring into his belly blurring his vision with pleasure again. So, it wasn't until Ryoji picked him up and his more regulated body heat tethered the blissed-out boy to reality, that the return of the night's usual hum registered. At some point in their romp, the dark hour must have ended. Because when the wildcard opened his eyes again, the sky was once again a serene blue, and the moon was a pale silver.         "Are you alright, funeral lily?! Oh Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry..." Ryoji fussed. Cleaning up the cum leaking from the wildcard and getting Minato's pants back on before scooping him up to take him home. All while apologizing and lavishing him with affection. Minato couldn't say for sure where they were going, but he couldn't bring himself to care much. All he could focus on was getting his breath back and the soft warmth of Ryoji's body as he dozed off, content.

[literallyshiv]

i'm with you on gay tom because OF COURSE but i still struggle how to approach his relationship with shiv because it just does seem like he loves her... it would make sense for it to be just comphet he hypnotized himself into to golddig better or if he just felt emasculated due to the lack of loyalty but i don't think it's just that? but then mattmac plays their intimate scenes for maximum cringe potential so ummm maybe he's not that into her sexually she's just the woman he's into the most in this world

probably the most important thing for me to clarify is that when i say he's in the closet I don't mean that he's like, deep down gay and he doesn't realize it, i think he is fully aware of that situation and has decided that he's not interested in going down that road thank you very much, just a straight man interested in climbing the corporate ladder nothing to see here. comphet would be if he genuinely is under the impression himself that he is attracted to women, whereas i think he knows that he's being performative and is just trying to sell it as well as he can so nobody else catches on.

and the second most important thing to clarify is that i think he absolutely does love her and that doesn't necessarily mean that he's attracted to her, if that makes sense. he doesn't have to be "into her" to have a strong bond with her, to trust her, to want to be trusted BY her. i think he wants to BE someone with a domestic life and a family, and he sees her as the best way to be percieved as someone on that path, and it still hurts him when she breaks any degree of the commitment of their marriage because even if he's not physiologically attracted to her, which i do think is the case—

(i care about this concept a whole lot and I'd want to do it justice by having specific examples at my disposal so maybe I'll make another post on that later, but in the meantime the overall summary is the way he behaves when he's exhibiting attraction to women could be taken as just quirky behavior, but i like to interpret it as someone who knows vaguely what he's supposed to do to express his sexual interest in women but he's just going through the motions without having any desire behind them and it comes off extremely awkward, like its obvious he's just thinking of what would sound like something someone would say IF they were experiencing sexual attraction, rather than the heat of the moment words of someone who actually IS)

—he still wants to be percieved as having the happily married man home life and anything shiv does that puts a crack in that facade gives him infinities of doubts about everything he's done to get here. is she sleeping with other men because he's not enough, because he's not selling the attraction well enough, because he fundamentally will never be able to perform the same way as someone who is sexually attracted to her; do other people see her having affairs and think he's a joke, is it obvious to them that their marriage is built on falsehoods; the way every instance of emasculation, every throw away comment about the persona he tries to display (albiet poorly of you ask me) is an opportunity for him to debate if its normal "husband whose wife is more successful than him" emasculating or if its "middle aged man obviously in the closet" emasculating

ultimately i think shiv is someone he has chosen to rest a lot of stakes in regards to his own future, and that's something that takes a lot of trust to do even if he isn't being entirely honest with his motivation for being intimate with her, and throughout their relationship they have had moments of comforting and seeing vulnerabilities and growing close with one another so there is a lot of love between them, and he's trying so hard to sculpt that love into a more useable shape—if he could just get it to take the form of love that a marriage is supposed to be based on, if he could use the love that's already there he wouldn't have to fake it, if he could just, just— (but it's still not the same. not really. he know this. he hopes shiv doesn't notice a difference)

[emptywritings]

Idk if it's weird to ask but-

Siren!Illinois and an adventurous reader

Disclaimer: I have never written Illinois before, so this might be super horrible and I apologize.

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If there was one thing you've grown sick of hearing, it was "don't listen to the siren's call". You knew of sirens alright -beautiful mer-creatures that would sing about your deepest desires, promise to fulfill them and make you happy, just to drown you (and probably eat you too). You've been on the sea for years now, and never met a siren before. Maybe it was because your captain was a coward, maybe because you were all just "lucky".

You've come aboard in search of adventures, not really caring for the treasures (though they were a nice bonus, when they were found). Lately though, this sailing around was growing boring. You hoped to find a siren until you next stopped somewhere, because you were planning to leave the seas behind to adventure inland once more. So you spend your time looking longingly at the ocean, wondering where oh where those half-fish people hid. They weren't said to be scared of humans, after all! Quite the opposite actually.

A heavy sigh passed your lips, watching the waves lap at the old wood of the boat. The sun was already set, so most all of the crew was beneath deck, having their nightly fun. You weren't really about that, though it was a good distraction from this wanderlust and need for adventure.

“My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold, There is nothing can console me, But my jolly sailor bold.”

The deep baritone of a man's voice carried over the water, brought to your ears by the wind. It was captivating, drawing you in with its hypnotizing tone. Your eyes shone with excitement, looking through the darkness to try and find the origin of the voice.

"Your search is finally over, Adventure has found you, And if you take my hand now, I'll tell you what we'll do."

You could hear it, the water moving, and finally your eyes found it. The siren. A beautiful looking man, looking up at you from the water, nearly blending in if the moon's light didn't reflect off of his scales. His voice was captivating, the promises he made were tugging at your heartstrings, but you were far more determined than that. You weren't some weak sailor, not knowing how to achieve your dreams.

"Are you a siren? You certainly sound good enough to be one~", you made sure your voice was loud enough for the siren to hear, but shouldn't attract any of the other sailors. Clearly your question threw the siren off, before a cheeky grin found its way onto his lips. "A siren indeed. Though with your way of words, you might rival my songs.", he replied, making you laugh lightly, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. Who could say they got complimented by a siren before?

"What's your name?", you asked curiously, and if you didn't know better, you would've loved to lower a row-boat to get closer to the siren. "Illinois. Pleasure to meet me.", the siren replied, voice steady and deep -and even without singing, it was a voice you'd never forget. "Why don't you come down here? Live a little... take a leap.", he invited you, and while the darkness concealed his expressions well enough, you could just tell the dark intentions the siren had. "A pleasure, Illinois. But I'd rather keep air in my lungs, no matter how enticing a dip into the freezing waves sounds.", you replied, grinning down at him.

Perhaps you'd stay at sea just a little longer after all.

[fakeloveaskblog]

First, let's get one thing out of the way: independent of the fact that you left without saying anything, or "were selfish", you do not deserve to be hurt Remy. Please believe me.

As for the yelling thing. We… well, really just me, I had a talk with Virgil. While you were away, Remy. Don't worry, he's not… he's trying not to yell at you so much anymore. I could probably converse with him a bit more in the future, if you'd like? I don't like the fact that he insulted and hurt you before he… remembered himself, and some advice on how to be a decent human being that I gave him. (Yeah let's go with that, it's a nicer descriptor.)

See, I have to believe that he can improve on his behavior at least a little, and also I was trying to make you, specifically, both be and feel a little safer here *makes it so only Remy can hear this next part, which they were already doing anyway to the whole message but this part specially* while you choose to remain here, you can always leave, you can walk out at any time and not come back at all ever, please remember that *keeps talking normally* and I have to believe that's not a hopeless endeavor.

(tw self harm)

Remy had managed to get up from the floor. They'd dragged a chair over to the stove so they could sit down while cooking some eggs and a toast. The smell of coffee would have been filling the kitchen if they hadn't moved on from chain smoking to straight up just getting high. At like 8 am in the morning no less.

They stared down into the store glowing red hot "Don't I deserve being hurt just for existing tho. I'm a fucking burden"

There was only enough food for one since Remy usually didn't eat breakfast. A dinner lasted them a day normally. They looked a bit- very tired as they kept listening to you.

"Supa thanks girlies for talking with Viv. I dunno what the hell you told him. I mean he was like super nice today wasn't he. Like it was like eerie almost with how he just like stopped yelling before I'd even like started crying. Did y'all ghost hypnotize him or something?" They half slurred out while rubbing their eyes. They should have really learnt not to mix their actual prescribed medicine and weed together by now.

"No like seriously babes I know I'm like so annoying and I keep being all like self hatey and it's gotta sound so whiny so like thanks for still like not killing me. I'm sure you ghost demon things could like kill me if you wanted to. But yeah he's like tots improving. Feel free to talk to him again if you like want. I'm sure he will be happier if he won't have to be anxious about 'hurting me' anymore so this is all tots good right. I'm sure he's like a new man now! Thanks baaaabeee you suceeded!! Yay!!"

Their expression suddenly turned serious when they heard you say the quiet part. They quickly put out the joint and leaned closer as if just listening to you was a crime.

They checked behind them, held their breathe, waited until they heard Virgil snore again. And still then they waited a minute or two before even daring to respond.

"I- I....It's not- it's not like I can actually leave is it?- Not that I want to!!! I would never! I love Viv and Viv loves me. He needs me. I need him. I- He controls so much I don't- I don't know how to live without him. Literally. Like no one wants me. I can't like work. He's been handling all the money stuff. I don't- I barely even know where I would start if I left"

Remy quieted. They were silent for another minute before slowly moving their hand up to their mouth. They traced their finger over their lips while thinking.

".......Do you......Do you think Janus would take me in? He....he's being so kind...what if he would let me live with him? Is that- could that be possible?"

They pressed their lips so tight together the edges turned white. They listened for his snores again. It was a bad thought.

(There was a backpack hidden in the corner of the closet. It was packed with the most necessary. Clothes, extra toothbrush, soap, stuff like that. They'd packed it in a blur while Virgil was away at work after they'd had an argument. They hadn't felt safe. They'd told him it was just an emergency backpack in case the house burned down. just as they said when he wondered why they kept all their important documents in the drawer next to the bed. Remy hadn't dared touch the backpack since they'd packed it. It was Bad. Bad. Bad.)

"B-but I don't need to leave right? I mean he's being nice. He's changing. He's actually- it's actually not gonna happen again this time y'know. I feel safe. So- So I don't need to-"

Remy met your eyes. Their eyewhites had turned red, maybe from smoke, maybe from tears pressing on.

"Do you think Janus would let me stay?"

They stood up so suddenly the chair nearly fell down. They were able to catch it in the last moment. Another moment of listening for his snores went by before they dared move again.

"I shouldn't be thinking like this. What kind of fucked up partner makes up plans on how to leave while their fucking boyfriend sleeps in the other room!?"

They started to walk back and forth across the floor while tangling their fingers into their hair.

"What kind of horrible horrible person plans to stay over with the person they-"

Remy couldn't say it.

"I'm horrible. I'm horrible. I'm horrible"

Their hands trailed from their hair down to their neck.

"I'm horrible. I'm horrible. I'm horrible"

They knew exactly where to put their fingers to cut off their airways if they wanted to. It was stuck in their mind whether they wanted to or not.

"I'm horrible. I'm horrible. I'm horri-"

The air was cut off. They pressed down so hard around their throat their nails left marks.

The smoke filled the air still. They stared up at the fan and counted the seconds. It was a game they played. They saw how long they could stay standing without breathing.

Once their body couldn't stand anymore they sat down. When they couldn't sit they laid down. Until they had collapsed and all the energy they had left went to keeping their hands around their neck.

It felt like their eyes would pop out of their sockets. Their skin was burning. Their body begged for them to move their hands.

Their eyelids started to get heavy. Their hands weaker. Some of their muscles felt like they would start to spasm.

Remy finally let go. It was by pure need their body moved to breathe. They weren't controlling it. They laid on their back gasping for a few moments. They could hear the noise of the tv from their childhood home playing in the background.

His father and them had the same birthmark on their right hand. They held it up in front of their face. They imagined their father saw his own birthmark as he was choking them in the same exact way they saw it after they had choked themself.

After a few more seconds Remy got up and repeated the game. They didn't last as long this time. Their fingers went numb and let go almost as soon as they had to lay down.

They didn't let themself breathe for as long this time. They almost immediately got up and tried it again. Dark spots kept appearing in their blurry sight.

Sounds swam around in their eyes. There were tears on their cheeks they hadn't even noticed. It felt like their veins was trying to dig out through their skin.

They were horrible. They were horrible. They were horrible.

Remy passed out with their back against the cold tile floor.

-

"Hun? Honey? You idiot. Wake up"

Virgil was shaking their shoulders around. Remy slowly opened an eye and looked around. Their sight was dim. Maybe it was because the now much darker smoke surrounding them.

"You can't just fucking go to sleep while having food on the oven! Were you trying to kill us!?" He let out a sigh and cupped their cheeks "Are you okay?"

"i uhhh made breakfast" They slurred out while their eyelids closed again.

Virgil shook them around again so they wouldn't go back to sleep. He pressed a quick kiss to their lips before picking them up and carrying them to the bedroom. Their head lolled against his shoulder.

"Yeah sure babe. An amazing breakfast"

A soft groan left their lips when he laid them down. Their mouth was half open and their eyes close to rolling back into their skull. Their limbs were all numb even when Virgil moved to take their shirt off. They were so powerless he could easily move them around.

"What you doing vivsi?" They slurred out. Everything became dizzying.

"You stink. Your clothes smell like smoke babe. I would get you bath but I got work. Just making sure you don't have to sleep in this at least"

"mhm. what a caring lil vivsi"

"Fucking hell. How much did you smoke. You bitch. See this is what I mean with you being annoying. I can't take a nap without you trying to fucking off yourself. it's exhausting being around you-"

He took a deep breathe and tried to focus on what he was actually feeling instead of the anger pressing on.

"I just care about you so much it hurts to see you like this"

"im soooorry"

"Do I have to strap you to the bed or something so you can't freaking kill yourself while I'm gone at work. Affectionate strapping I promise"

"I just like freaked out. It's fine"

"....Sure" He pressed a gentle kiss to their forehead which made them smile "When I get back I'll get you some bruise creme for your neck okay? I love you. Please don't do this to yourself. Tell me if you need me to buy anything. Love you"

"Love you too. Kill someone for me at work. But not the weed guy please"

"I'll kill several don't worry"

He kissed them again before waving goodbye and leaving. He was sure as hell not going to eat the burn victims disguised as 'eggs'.

Remy rolled over onto their side. They traced their finger over their neck. A dark bruise had already started to form. It hurt but it was good. They deserved it. Just as they deserved any harsh words Virgil should have yelled at them. They were horrible after all.

They closed their eyes and thought of Janus again.