#IT WOULD BE ONE HELL OF A COLLAB
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i feel like “uptown funk” is to future historians what shakespeare’s “hamlet” is to us and the best part about this is that “uptown funk” makes an absolutely BANGER pair with “hamlet”
#i wrote this while in a pit of despair#“fill my cup#put some liquor in it”#that is literally so hamlet#it vibes so hard you gotta believe me#guess how much sleep i had before i wrote this#girls hit your hallelujah amiright#horatio ft the guards#this shit SLAPS im telling you.#hamlet: “i’m too hot!” horatio: “hot damn!”#theater#hamlet#uptown funk#mark ronson#bruno mars#shakespeare#IT WOULD BE ONE HELL OF A COLLAB#get it because both hamlet and uptown funk is world changing art#okay i’m done
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miscellaneous of wips because does it look like i know the meaning of the word completed.
#transformers#maccadam#my art#transformers fanart#tf one#transformers one#megatron#optimus prime#orion pax#d 16#megop#magma is a fun experience when you and your homie are just#doodling your own respective brainrots on the same canvas#like a terrible collab or crossover#HEHEHEHE i can only imagine what a magma session would look like now#considering i dragged him into my hell.
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GET AWAY FROM HER AAAAAAGGGHHHH, THEY DESERVD A FULL FORNITE COLLAB NOT PUBG MOBILR
#that time i got reincarnated as a slime#tensei shitara slime datta ken#tensura#rimuru tempest#ttigraas#rimuru#whyyyyy#Imagine the fornite collab that would be sick as hell#Im praying theres a mini pass next season for them#Rimuru deserves the cartoony game not the hyperealistic mobile one#The only thing I will give credit to them is the veldora gun is cool
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draw the kids being babysat by Ace and Quinn [@lizardtheartist 's sammymack ocs]
Oh I can do ya one better, bud--instead of just drawing them myself, I thought I'd ask @lizardtheartist if they might wanna do a quick collab, and they said yes!! :D it was super fun, here's what all we drew (mine are blue and theirs are pink, except for two tiny exceptions you'll have to guess on your own teehee)
Here's all the stuff we drew!! It's a bit big though so here's some closeups of bits that go together ^^ (as you can see I take forever to draw anything so there's a bit less of mine lmao)
I figure my Spamntax would just kinda show up out of an interdimensional portal or whatever like "hey other universe us, can you watch our kids for a sec? oh nice you have your own so you're used to it!" like with zero notice beforehand because they're assholes, but Ace and Quinn are so excited to have playmates that they just kinda go with it ghkdslflksfhsdh
But yeah thanks so much for collabing with me Lizard!! :D this was super fun and your kiddos are super cute heheeee
#fjkdlshg;slj I love that sketch where Max is like where the hell did y'all come from??? correct reaction to finding a bunch of random babies#and I also love that geek is just like 'absolutely I will not make those for you do you have any idea how catastrophic that would be'#'the ones you have already are chaotic enough I'm not making you any more'#also please excuse how extremely messy mine are jfkdlsgjlhg#every time I use magma all my stuff comes out disastrous#something about it being online maybe? no idea#sam and max#lizardtheartist#sam and max freelance police#freelance husbands#fan kids#art collab#my art#asks#the maxlings
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i would pay actual money to see these three on stream together. three new englander gamers with very little sanity left
#i say as someone who's only watched one of them live. the others i just watch clips of on yt#failboat#NOT tagging the other two hell no#so funny to me that vinny and jerma look a good deal like them meanwhile boat is so drastically different from his real life appearance#anyway im aware vinny and jerma have collabed in the past + there was the among us vr stream#but i would really like to see this trio in action. throw boat in with these two and he would crank up the chaotic energy to 11#definitely didnt intentionally make vinny look a little like hot-rod. nope not at all#look it doesnt help that theres an image of vinny wearing a green plaid jacket JUST LIKE HOT-ROD. they just have the exact same vibes dude#actually just shipwreck hot-rod and milkshake fr#<- me being deranged about my oc world#ah yes. my friend; his friend and his friend's friend (pretend the semicolon is a comma ok)#sorry im not normal
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i have fall break coming up and i want to try and make lil refs for my idol oc/au i have for them. I have to decide if im cutting some of Kei's group or finally making designs for like 3-4 of the members. I've also thought of a rival/just another girl group or two... One would also have a cute concept and the other would have a more mature/darker concept. I feel like the boys should also have a rival/other boy group to interact with, but im so bad at making male characters lmao
#i might retcon maris gf being in one of the rival groups or be a soloist and it would be cute if they collab but alos her being an actress#would be cute going to each others events.....#i think im gonna find some picrews to make the male characters i still need to make or something at least for keis remainging members#the rival boy group is gonna be smaller like max 5 and i want them to be loser dweebs#keis group is suppose to have 7 members but i might downsize to 5 since the 2 are kinda like background characters and do mostly their own#shit while the rest interact more also left boy i need to design lol#text#oc shit#sowwie im still deep in idol hell#i need to find an idol bl or anime/drama to watch
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who r u
do not separate................puts this in the same genre as 'one of them gets official art and the other 3 shows up uninvited'
wah.............thinking of smile of a dreamer & kirapika were rui went str8 to her bros to talk...(well in smile of a dreamer it was to the mascot<3 her bodyguard<3
#stardust speaking !#post. emu#i love wxs as a group just as much as i love them w/ emu independetly. both of it is important#mayhaps ill have to go look up the translation for this one i am curious#i need to think of gbf emu stuff but also. i think. its infinitely more funny for gbf stuff to be crossover stuff#especially since i think itd be the only setting that could actually prompt emu to talk about the wonderlands sekai#cuz going 'huh. so like a sekai?' cue 'what the hell r u talking about anyway do u know this girlie named nico she can do phalanx'#emu wouldve loved nico nico ni#the fact gbf still doesnt have a vocaloid collab grrrrrrrrrrr CMON#lyria would wonderhoy i know this#miku in a cellphone oo ee oo#anyway i think emu & io would get along#kids who wants to make others smile
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#this really is a hell of an opening track#BOO WOO EE OO be upon ye#like i really dont visit this album enough cos its one my dad really loves and i heard a lot as a tadpole#but it really is THAT GOOD#sky saw is so fucking iconic#i love you brian eno#i latched onto his earliest music cos i didnt get such a heavy dose of it growing up#but this really is a perfect bridge between his glam rock phase and his ambient/instrumental phase#i love you brian eno SO MUCH#like if his lung hadnt collapsed he might still be making solo work with lyrics etc#but it would mean a world without thursday afternoon#and honestly as his last solo album with vocals this killed it#killed it to death#i shld listen to his bowie collab album next. two bisexual kings in one room my god#tunes#the random knocking in over fire island the discombobulated world of that track is also so iconic#i love you another green world
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That's MY Daughter
DC x Fem!Neglected!Batsis! Reader x Marvel [Just some midnight thoughts]

Bruce and Tim realised something odd about Stark Industries. Ever since a few months ago the technology being produced there had improved by an unbelievable amount. It was futuristic, nothing that this world has seen before. And the weirdest part of it is the fact that Tony Stark had offered to partner up with Wayne Enterprises. THE Tony Stark, Iron Man, the most egotisical man they knew had willingly offered to partner up with them? After years of being petty with Bruce and the JL?
Tim had been made to prepare to become the new CEO soon, thus he recently started taking up more work at Wayne Enterprises when the agreement was made. Though instead of Tony being the one to talk about ideas it was an unknown woman communicating with him about the ideas, the product, the marketing, etc. And the merge of the two companies was an absolute success, the marketing especially drawing in young adults. (courtesy of Tim and the mysterious women who seems to be around the same age as him)
Who was the mysterious women though? Well both Bruce and Tim could only come to one solution. The least known character to Bruce, to Batman, which says a lot considering the fact that he had made a contingency plan for every Avenger, every hero, including his own teammates, including himself, yet this one character was completely unknown, zero plans if she were to go rogue. And that drove Bruce crazy. Her file was blank. Every vital information was marked with the word 'unknown'. It had been making Bruce paranoid for years since she had appeared next to the Avengers.
The reassurance from the Avengers never helped. It was as if something was gnawing at him. After all how could he trust them anyways? (careful Bruce your trust issues are showing)
One of the only things they knew about her is that she is the main hacker/coder for the Avengers, hence the reason why the Avengers digital security was admittedly better than the Justice League's and how much faster they got, what should be, classified information. (no matter how much Bruce wants to deny it)
And her codename, Special Agent Reaper. No she wasn't originally an Avenger, she was crowned the most skilled assassin of this era, working under S.H.I.E.L.D and one of the sole reasons why all of the HYDRA agents that have sneaked into S.H.I.E.L.D have been successfully taken out, her name would pass by in the wind every so often, they might be rumours or the truth but no one truly knows. Hell even Ra's Al Ghul, The Demon’s Head, had acknowledged her once. Even Talia had admitted that Damian's fighting technique was made to mirror The Reaper's, the only difference is he used katanas while the Reaper, fittingly, uses a scythe.
But one thing was for sure. If you saw the shadow of a hooded figure you better run, though at that point it might be too late.
As the saying goes, "Beware of the Grim Reaper. Wherever it goes death follows closely behind.”
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“Ah! Brucie! Here you are!” Tony said, wine in hand as he approached Bruce at the gala. Well that was a first. He usually never played into the Brucie persona. Well nonetheless the show must go on.
“Tony!” Bruce threw himself at the other billionaire, acting as if he was drunk, ignoring the way Tony’s expression turned into a grimace for a split second.
As usual, they were both around other pretentious socialites who never seemed to run out of questions.
“Ah! Tony, I heard Stark Industries have been bringing in more money than ever.”
“Oh yes! It’s all because of this prodigy i had found. She actually was the reason why Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises had a collab. I might even give the company to her when I retire!" He let out a laugh that seems to emanate the word 'rich', a small smirk stayed on his lips as he heard the guests at the gala begin to whisper.
"Oh? Is that so? Then I would love to meet the person I have been working with this entire time." Tim Drake-Wayne said as he finally came out of the corner where he would usually stay in to observe rather than interact.
"Be my guest." A subtle challenge, as if Tony was daring him to go through with it as they locked eyes. A smirk on one face while a well practiced smile on the other.
Bruce let out a light hearted laugh as he tightened his grip around Tony, a subtle warning to stay away from his son, "Well then I wouldn't mind arranging a meeting! I'm sure you wouldn't mind the others joining." His tone had a slight change that even the most observant wouldn't realise.
Bruce could barely keep up the 'Brucie' act with Tony bragging about how Stark Enterprises profits have shot up with him finding a 'prodigy' and someone who will take over the company once he retires.
"Not at all. The more the merrier. I assume you wouldn't mind me inviting more people as well." Tony sipped his wine, he wasn't one to back out from a challenge, especially when he is so confident.
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This certainly wasn't how the Justice League and the Avengers expected their next meeting to happen. A petty fight between the two men that singlehandedly funds their respective teams causing all of them to be in one room together.
"Well then, Stark. Where is this prodigy that you speak so highly of?" Bruce said as he sported his famous batglare.
"I assure you she is on her way. She should just be right about done with her mission." Tony replied with the same tone, shooting a glare as well.
Meanwhile the two teams were watching this as if it was the most entertaining show they have seen.
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"Hey I'm here." Y/n entered the hall, still wearing her assassin suit, though her signature black hood was down, revealing her face.
Silence seemed to engulf the room.
"Kid... Your hood."
"...Fuck."

hi! i might have disappeared for a month :D To those who are waiting for more parts of DC x Super/Kent!Reader it will come... eventually. I'm having the biggest writer's block for that specific AU so uhm yeah! I wasn't really planning on making that AU a series since it was mostly just me being bored and writing for the lols but since it received so much attention [thank you guys so much!] I have to do it now. i was doing some worldbuilding and already know how I want the reader to be and allat but I cant really think of how to shape the story ukukuk. so yeah stay tuned for that! also this thing was also just a blurb. Might make somewhat of continuation parts if I feel like it. [Also the neglected!batsis! fanfics I've been reading is getting to me. i have a feral urge to create a diff AU series for that] Also would you guys be interested in me creating a twitter/insta account or like a tele channel to post random things
#might be slandering bruce a little here#but this is a neglected!batsis!reader au what else did you expect#dc#dc x reader#dc imagine#neglected!batsis!reader#neglected!batsis#female reader#x reader#dc x neglected!reader#dc x neglected!batsis!reader#dc x neglected!batsis#batfam x neglected!batsis!reader#batfam x neglected reader#batfam x neglected!batsis#batfam x reader#reader#reader imagine#reader insert#dc x marvel#dc x mcu#dc x reader x marvel#marvel x reader x dc#marvel x reader#avengers x reader#avengers x batsis!reader#marvel x batsis!reader#marvel#avengers#That's MY Daughter
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@agathaallalongweek — day 8: role reversal
decided to go with the "what the hell sure" option for the bonus day and it was so fun
(and this was also a collab with one of my fav oomfies, i only said they would look hot in each others clothes and they came up with a devastating and beautiful plot for it, go check out "if you come reaping, i'll come running" by the iconic daniandjamie on ao3)
#agatha wearing the green witch road fit is simplya vision out of my dreams#so sad that this week is over#but also#i need to rest lol#aaaweek25#agatha all along#agatha harkness#agatha x rio#rio vidal#agathario fanart#agathario#evgarart#my art
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Intern (Pt 3)- Lee Know
summary: you pull away to protect your heart, but minho is left feeling trapped in a storm of guilt and emotions he can’t name, a stage collab between Stray Kids and SEVENTEEN brings new chaos—especially when one of their members starts showing interest in you
pairing: lee know x fem!reader
genre: angst, fluff, humor
word count: 5979 words
a/n: any carats here? alsoo buckle up for some love triangle drama 👀
Intern Series: Part One Part Two Part Four
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The air in the game room was still heavy when Hyunjin barged in.
Four pairs of eyes turned toward him—Chan’s brows furrowed instantly, as if he already knew. Changbin was mid-sip of beer. Seungmin was quiet, almost tense. And Minho… Minho stood there with the pool cue still in his hand, his mouth drawn into a thin line.
“What did you say to her?” Hyunjin asked, voice low and sharp.
Minho blinked. “What?”
“You said something,” Hyunjin pressed. “She looked like someone kicked her heart in. What the hell did you say to her?”
Minho’s jaw clenched.
“I didn’t say anything to her.”
Chan set his drink down with a soft clink, sensing where this was going. “Hyunjin,” he said carefully, “let’s not do this here—”
“No,” Hyunjin cut in, eyes never leaving Minho. “Not until he tells me what he said.”
Seungmin shifted uncomfortably, looking away. Changbin opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. Nobody wanted to be the one to say it out loud.
Minho’s lips parted like he was searching for the right words. “She overheard something that wasn’t meant for her.”
“So you’re saying it’s her fault?” Hyunjin snapped. “Tell me what she heard. Now.”
A beat passed. Then another.
Minho looked away.
“I wasn’t trying to hurt her,” he muttered. “She wasn’t supposed to hear that.”
Hyunjin’s laugh was short and humorless. “So you did say something.”
Chan stepped in fast. “Okay. Enough. Let’s calm down, we will talk about this later.”
But Hyunjin ignored him, stepping closer. “She adores you, you know that? She goes out of her way for you. Always.”
“I didn’t ask for her feelings,” Minho said defensively.
“No, but you let them grow.” Hyunjin’s voice had dropped to a near-whisper now. “You let her believe there was something there. You let her get close just to push her away.”
Chan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “This isn’t helping anyone right now.”
“She didn’t even cry in front of me,” Hyunjin said suddenly. His voice was softer now, haunted almost. “She just said she wanted to be alone. You know how rare that is for her?”
Minho swallowed hard.
“She always shows up,” Hyunjin continued. “Always. With a smile. Even when she’s exhausted. Even when she’s hurting. She’s the sunshine in every room, and tonight she left looking like it’d been drained out of her.”
Minho didn’t respond.
Chan rested a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “Come on. Let it go for tonight.”
Hyunjin glanced at Chan, then at Changbin and Seungmin—both of whom looked like they wanted to disappear.
And finally, his eyes returned to Minho.
He didn’t say another word.
He just walked out.
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Your apartment was too quiet.
You’d kicked your shoes off at the door and sunk into the couch still fully dressed. The light from the hallway crept in, soft and golden, but nothing about it felt warm.
You stared at the ceiling, trying to let the silence soothe you, but your brain wouldn’t stop.
“She’s always laughing too loud…”
“…hovering around me…”
“…I just want peace…”
You curled your fingers into the blanket draped across your lap.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before. The possibility that maybe you were imagining it all. That maybe the lingering glances and the rare, softened smiles were just crumbs you’d blown into meaning more than they ever were.
Maybe you’d been reading too much into his quiet presence, mistaking silence for something intimate.
How foolish you’d been to think someone like him—the rockstar who had the world in his palms, effortlessly charming and adored by so many—would ever fall for someone like you. A normal intern, just trying to make a name for herself, trying to set her career in motion while she scrambled for every opportunity. You weren’t special enough to be his.
You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. Maybe you had made up a story in your head about the way he looked at you. Maybe the moments you thought were quiet confessionals were just him being kind. Maybe it was your heart that had been too eager, too hopeful. You should’ve known better than to read between the lines. You should’ve known better than to think there was more.
It was stupid, really. To even consider that someone like Minho could see you the way you’d been hoping for. You sighed, a mix of frustration and resignation settling deep in your chest.
It was time to move on. To forget the version of him you had created in your mind. You were grateful that at least you had the next two days off.
You needed space.
From him. From the boys. From everything.
Your phone buzzed softly beside you, its screen lighting up in the dim room. You didn’t reach for it. It buzzed again and again. Without meaning to, your gaze flicked toward the phone.
The lock screen was cluttered now with text notifications from Chan and Hyunjin. You didn’t need to open them to know what they said. But you didn’t feel like replying.
Not tonight.
You turned your phone face-down on the table, the light vanishing like a curtain being drawn shut.
The silence settled in again.
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You returned to work two days later, a little more composed on the outside, a little more cracked on the inside.
The building felt the same—same coffee smell lingering in the halls, same distant hum of voices echoing from practice rooms. But to you, everything felt different. Colder. Sharper.
You greeted staff with soft smiles and polite nods. When you walked into the practice room where the boys were gathered for schedule rundown, you could feel Minho’s eyes flick toward you immediately. But you didn’t meet them. You didn’t even pause.
Just a quiet, “Morning,” to the room, and then straight to your spot beside the manager.
Hyunjin narrowed his eyes from across the room. He didn’t say anything at first, just kept glancing between you and Minho, like he was trying to read something in the silence.
“Y/N!” Chan greeted first, his voice warm, eyes scanning your face a little too carefully.
You smiled politely. “Hey. Sorry I was just relaxing in the break, couldn’t text you.”
“No worries at all,” he said. “Glad you’re back.”
Felix offered you a hug almost immediately. “You okay?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Just needed some time.”
He didn’t push. Neither did Changbin, who shot you a reassuring look from the mirror as your mentor briefed everyone on today’s plan. Han, however, was silent — his eyes never left your face.
You stayed focused on your clipboard, scribbling notes, pretending your heart wasn’t thudding painfully in your chest when Minho laughed at something Chan said. You didn’t look at him. Not once. Not even when he cleared his throat like he wanted to say something—something directed at you.
You caught sight of him again later that day as you stepped into the main practice room.
He was sitting by the far wall, hoodie sleeves pushed up, fingers tapping absently on his thigh like he was waiting for time to pass. You expected him to ignore you completely.
But he looked up.
And for a split second, your eyes met and you saw something passed through his gaze. Guilt? Relief? You didn’t know. You didn’t care to find out.
You turned away before he could speak.
You stayed locked in your bubble. Quiet. Unbothered. Untouchable.
At least on the outside.
But you felt it, the way his eyes followed you across the room. The pause in his step when you were talking to Seungmin.
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The tension built slowly, stretching over the hours like an invisible thread. You could feel Hyunjin watching you more than usual, hovering closer, lingering a beat longer than necessary whenever he passed by.
It all came to a head during a quick break in the hallway. You were jotting notes beside the vending machine when Hyunjin slipped beside you and muttered lowly, “Why are you avoiding him?”
You stiffened.
“Hyunjin…”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he cut in, voice firmer now, eyes flickering with restrained frustration. “I heard what happened. I heard what he said. And now you’re walking around like you’re the one who needs to apologize?”
You glanced around nervously. The hallway was empty, but walls here always had ears.
“Please,” you said quietly, tugging him by the sleeve into the empty prop room beside the hallway. “Just listen for a second.”
He crossed his arms, lips pressed into a line.
You swallowed hard. “I crossed a boundary. I did. I assumed things that weren’t there. I was too loud, too much. I read into glances and made up something in my head. That’s on me.”
Hyunjin started to shake his head, but you raised a hand, stopping him gently.
“I just…” You looked away, ashamed. “I don’t want my mistake—my stupidity—to mess up your friendship with him. Please don’t let it. He doesn’t deserve that.”
“Y/N—”
“No, really. It’s okay,” you whispered, eyes glossy now, but your voice steady. “I’ll be okay.”
He stared at you for a long moment, then exhaled slowly.
“You’re not stupid,” he said finally, softly. “You’re just someone who cared.”
You gave him a sad smile. “Still feels stupid.”
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Meanwhile, Minho was going through a range of emotions.
At first, it felt like relief.
You weren’t laughing around him. You weren’t hovering in the corners of rooms he was in. You weren’t looking at him like he was the sun and the stars and the whole damn sky.
At first, it felt like peace.
But then… it didn’t.
It felt like quiet in all the wrong ways.
He started catching himself glancing up, expecting to find you already looking—only to find your gaze elsewhere. Or worse, nowhere near him at all.
He noticed how your usual energy—the way you brightened the room even when you weren’t trying—had dulled. How you laughed with the other staff, but never like before. How you moved around him like he wasn’t even there.
It didn’t feel like peace. It felt like absence.
He tried to remind himself this was what he wanted. No more hovering. No more warmth. Just peace.
But somewhere around day three of your silence, Minho realized, that the thing he thought he wanted—the distance, the quiet, the “peace”—felt a hell of a lot like regret. It felt like missing someone who was sitting six feet away.
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You were bent over a mannequin, hands steady as you carefully pinned lace detailing along the hem of Jeongin’s blazer. It was for an upcoming shoot—classic, structured, and clean with delicate pearl accents and subtle embroidery near the lapels.
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the iron steamer behind you and the occasional buzz of messages from someone’s forgotten phone.
Han entered the room and sat down quietly on the low bench near you, elbows on his knees, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh.
At first, he didn’t speak.
He just watched.
Watched the way your fingers moved with careful precision as you sewed the last pearl into place. Watched the way you paused to make sure the symmetry was perfect before nodding to yourself, reaching for a steamer cloth like you were trying to keep your mind on anything but the tension that had followed you into every room lately.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
You glanced at him. “Yeah. Just tired.”
“You’ve been tired for four days.”
You looked down at the brush in your hand.
Han exhaled, voice lowering. “I heard what happened. At the party.”
You paused.
He continued. “I just… I wanted to say I’m sorry. Even though he’s my best friend—that was no way to talk about you. Or treat you.”
Your fingers trembled slightly as you capped the compact. You nodded once. “Thanks.”
“I’m not gonna defend him. I know he’s being stupid,” Han added. “I just wanted you to hear it from me, too. You didn’t deserve that.”
You smiled a little, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “I appreciate it, Jisung.”
He gave your arm a gentle squeeze before standing up. “I won’t push. Just… if you ever need someone to vent to, I’m around.”
And with that, he was gone.
But your heart was a little less heavy.
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The days passed differently. You didn’t joke with Han while fixing his collar. You didn’t poke Hyunjin’s side when he yawned. You didn’t glance at Minho when you walked past him.
You were strictly professional. Straight-backed. Eyes on task.
And everyone noticed.
Hyunjin pulled you aside once, in the hallway near the breakroom.
“You’re not… yourself,” he said gently.
“I’m just working,” you replied. “Isn’t that what I’m here to do?”
He frowned but let you go.
Inside the practice room, Minho found himself fidgeting.
He kept stealing glances — wondering why the room suddenly felt too still, why his hoodie felt too warm, why he missed the sound of your laughter and the dumb jokes you used to throw his way.
“Dude,” Han muttered, nudging him. “You’ve been staring at her for the last ten minutes. You good?”
Minho blinked, realizing he had been staring — watching as you pinned a tag to a jacket and adjusted the neckline with those same gentle fingers that used to tug on his sleeve just to annoy him.
He looked away.
You stopped showing up to group dinners. Stopped responding to memes in the shared chat. When Hyunjin texted about game night, you replied two hours later with a soft “Sorry, not tonight.”
You were polite. Kind, even. But cold.
There was no more lingering in doorways. No more snacks you left behind for the staff after long nights. You clocked in, did your job perfectly, and disappeared before anyone could ask if you were okay.
Guilt was eating away Minho, it was all his fault. He hated how quiet you were now. How you moved around the room like a stranger wearing the same face. How you didn’t flinch when he brushed past you anymore. How your smile—once warm and open and full of light—was now a carefully measured line that never reached your eyes.
He noticed every single time you declined an invite.
And what he hated most… was that you meant it.
You weren’t pretending to be busy. You weren’t waiting for him to chase after you. You’d really let go. And it was driving him insane. But he didn’t understand why…
This is what he wanted, right?
Silence. Space. Distance.
This was exactly what he’d been hoping for, wasn’t it?
Then why did it feel like he couldn’t breathe?
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The collaborative stage between Stray Kids and Seventeen was announced with massive buzz. Special unit stages. Joint dance breaks. Concept photos. Interviews. Fans were eating it up before rehearsals even began.
You were roped in to help with styling for the final shoot and early rehearsals. It wasn’t your usual team, but your mentor had vouched for you personally—said you had the right eye, the right attention to detail.
And that’s when you met Kim Mingyu.
Tall, charming, all radiant smiles and easy laughter. He’d walked into the fitting room in an oversized hoodie and black sweats, hair pushed back with a clip, and shot you a grin that nearly made you forget your own name.
“Hey,” he said, offering his hand. “You’re Y/N, right? I’ve heard about you.”
You blinked. “From…?”
“Scoups, my team leader,” he said casually. “Says you’re terrifying when you’re in focus mode. He saw you during the initial discussion with the manager and Bang Chan.”
You huffed a laugh despite yourself. “I’m not terrifying.”
“I dunno,” he teased, eyeing the tiny pin cushion on your wrist. “I’ve seen those weapons before.”
You smirked, setting your clipboard down. “You’re not scared of a few needles, are you?”
Mingyu leaned in slightly, grin widening. “I’m scared of a lot of things. You’re just not one of them.”
And Minho walked in right then. Minho paused at the doorway.
Your back was to him. Mingyu was leaning in close—too close. You were laughing, that soft, genuine kind of laugh Minho hadn’t heard from you in weeks.
It made something in his chest crack.
The air around him changed. He walked into the room with a little too much presence, like he was daring someone to look at him. Mingyu glanced over, eyebrows lifting in recognition.
“Oh, hey,” Mingyu greeted. “Lee Know, right?”
“Minho,” he corrected coolly.
You didn’t turn around. Didn’t acknowledge him. Your attention on Mingyu.
Minho clenched his jaw. “Y/N.”
You looked up briefly. Nodded. “Minho.”
No smile. No warmth. You treated him like a client. And it drove him insane.
*******************
It started with little things.
Minho would linger after everyone left the room, clearly waiting for you to say something—anything—but you'd just continue folding jackets or updating the fitting sheet without sparing him a glance.
“Did you steam this?” he asked one day, pointing at a dark gray blazer.
“Yes,” you replied flatly.
He waited and waited. You didn’t elaborate or smile. Didn’t compliment how it matched his earrings. Just kept working.
“…Okay,” he muttered and walked away.
The days started blending—shows, schedules, fittings—but Minho couldn’t stop noticing how different you were.
You gradually started laughing with the others like before. You high-fived Jisung when he nailed a dance move. You giggled when Felix made finger hearts at you. You leaned comfortably into Chan’s side when he asked for your opinion on the new teaser photos.
But with Minho?
Nothing.
No smile. No sass. No eye contact longer than two seconds.
He was upset and everyone saw it.
“Hyung, you good?” Seungmin asked one day while they were stretching before rehearsal.
“Fine.”
“You were staring at Y/N again.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Sure.”
Minho’s jaw clenched. “She’s acting weird.”
“No, she’s acting normal. You’re the one acting weird,” Seungmin said, chuckling. “You’re twitchier than Han after two Red Bulls.”
“I just… don’t like being ignored.”
“Ohhh, right. Because she used to flirt with you and now she doesn’t.”
Minho glared. “Shut up.”
“She liked you a lot, y’know? But she’s not gonna chase someone who called her annoying.”
Minho didn’t answer.
But it echoed in his head the rest of the night.
She liked you. You called her annoying.
God.
He was such a jerk.
The next few days, he tried. He really tried.
You were fixing Hyunjin’s cuff when Minho stepped into the room, in a clean white tee and perfectly ripped jeans.
“Morning,” he said, voice carefully casual.
You nodded once. “Good morning.”
That was it.
He cleared his throat. “Nice shirt,” he offered.
“It’s yours,” you deadpanned.
Hyunjin snorted. Minho flushed and sat down without another word.
Later that day, he tried again.
You were rearranging accessories when he walked over, holding a ring in his palm.
“This one or the black one?” he asked.
You glanced briefly. “Black.”
“That fast? Not even gonna try it on me?”
“No need.”
Minho frowned. “You used to be more fun, you know.”
You paused, finally looking at him. “You used to be nicer.”
Then you walked away. He blinked, stunned. Was that... a comeback? He smiled to himself. There she is.
*******************
The rehearsals were loud with energy when Seventeen arrived at JYP building again.
Mingyu approached you, “Hey Y/N, how are you doing?”
You blinked. "I’m—uh, I’m good. Thank you."
He tilted his head, voice lighter now. "You’ve been quiet. Not that I’ve known you long, but I remember you teasing Dino over his sleeve length last time. I figured you weren’t the shy type."
You gave him a small, polite smile. "Just focused on work today."
"Ahh," he said, not pushing further. But his gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary. "Still... it’s good to see you again."
You nodded, eyes flicking briefly toward the mirror wall across the room.
Minho was watching with his jaws clenched. His gaze shifted away before you could fully catch his expression.
Later that day during dance practice, Minho caught you laughing from the sidelines. Mingyu had just tripped during a spin and recovered with a dramatic pose like it was part of the choreography.
Your laugh echoed across the room—bright and genuine. Minho’s stomach flipped. You looked happy. Just not with him. He caught Hyunjin’s eye from across the mirrors. The younger boy raised a brow and mouthed: “Regret it yet?”
Minho rolled his eyes.
Yes.
Yes, he did.
More than anything.
By the time they wrapped practice, most of the members had filtered out. You stayed behind to pack some things, double-checking wardrobe pieces for tomorrow’s shoot.
Minho lingered again.
“So… are you avoiding me?” he asked suddenly.
You didn’t look up. “No.”
“You’re just… treating me like I’m invisible.”
“I’m treating you like a colleague,” you corrected. “That’s what I should’ve done from the beginning.”
Ouch.
“I didn’t mean what I said that night,” he muttered.
You finally turned to him, expression unreadable. “You said it. Whether you meant it or not doesn’t change the fact that I heard it.”
“I—”
“Look, Minho. I liked you, okay?” you said quietly, firm. “I thought we had… something. Even if it was silly. I flirted. You let me. So I assumed you didn’t hate it. But hearing you say you found it annoying?” Your voice cracked slightly. “That sucked.”
He opened his mouth. Closed it.
You didn’t wait for him to find words.
“I’m not mad anymore. It’s fine, let’s keep it professional.”
Then you turned and walked away again. Minho let out a frustrated sigh, what had he done?
*******************
You had only meant to be polite. A little distant, maybe. Careful. But apparently, Mingyu saw a challenge—and he accepted it with full confidence and charm.
From the next day on, it was like he had a radar for when you entered a room.
“Hey, Y/N.”
You barely stepped into the practice hall before his voice greeted you. “Want help carrying that?” He was already reaching for the clothing rack like it weighed more than your emotional baggage (it didn’t).
“Oh, it’s okay, I’ve got it—”
“Nah, I insist,” he said with a grin that made the staff nearby swoon. “Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly if I just stood here looking pretty, right?”
You blinked. “That… would depend on your definition of pretty.”
He laughed, a low, surprised chuckle. “Oof. Are you always this dangerous?”
“Only when I haven’t had coffee,” you said dryly.
And it was that simple.
He was hooked.
He started showing up earlier to rehearsals. Always near your station. Sometimes he brought extra drinks—“Thought you might like iced vanilla lattes?”—other times, just conversation. He’d rest his elbow on the rack while you adjusted stage outfits, asking about your favorite color palettes and whether you preferred oversized fits or structured jackets.
And the worst part?
He was easy to talk to.
Too easy.
The more he spoke to you, the more you forgot about how cold Minho had made you feel. Mingyu didn’t make you feel annoying. He didn’t make you second guess every word or glance or laugh. He listened. He noticed things—like how you always kept hair ties on your wrist and hated velvet textures.
But you didn’t flirt back. You’d smile. Laugh sometimes. Keep the conversation going. But your heart hadn’t caught up. Not yet. It was still tangled in a pair of grumpy eyes and cruel words you couldn’t forget.
Across the room, Minho saw it all.
He watched you laugh—really laugh—with someone else. Someone handsome and charismatic and clearly smitten with you. He hated how familiar that expression was on your face. He hated that it wasn’t directed at him.
He knew he had no right to feel this way.
He was the one who pushed you away. Said those things. Let you walk out of that party with tears in your eyes and didn’t even run after you.
And yet…
He found himself glancing up more often when you passed by. Making comments just to hear your voice. Standing a little closer when you weren’t looking.
You didn’t notice. Or maybe you did—and just didn’t care.
But when Mingyu asked if you wanted to grab a bite after rehearsal one night, and you actually paused—just for a second—Minho felt something snap.
He turned on his heel and left the room before he could hear your answer.
You looked up from your clipboard, caught off-guard for a second from Mingyu’s question.
Mingyu was smiling again—bright, hopeful, that usual confident glint in his eyes. He didn’t even try to be subtle anymore. He liked you. Everyone knew it.
You hesitated. Just for a second. And then shook your head, politely. “I’m heading home after this. Long day.”
A beat passed. Disappointment flickered across his features—quickly replaced by an easy grin. “Next time, then.”
You offered a smile. Soft. But firm. “Maybe.”
Mingyu nodded, but you knew he caught the undertone. You weren’t ready. Not yet. Not when Minho’s voice still echoed in your mind like a bruise that refused to fade: She flirts with everyone… it’s annoying.
Even if Mingyu was kind. Even if he made you laugh. You weren’t ready to hand your heart out again. Especially not when someone else had crushed it with a few carelessly thrown words.
*******************
The rooftop of the JYP building was always a strange kind of refuge. Noisy during the day with deliveries and the occasional staff meeting, but quiet at night—just high enough above the city that it felt like a pause button on reality.
Han had found himself up there more than once. When deadlines loomed. When promotions felt like too much. When the ache of exhaustion pressed too hard on his shoulders.
But tonight… he wasn’t alone.
He spotted Minho by the railing, his back turned to the door, head bowed. The wind tousled his hair gently, and the city lights lit up the side of his face in cold, distant hues.
“Hyung?” Han stepped closer.
Minho didn’t turn, didn’t even flinch. Han slowed as he realised something was off.
He caught the faint shake of Minho’s shoulders. The way his jaw was clenched too tightly. The way he blinked—once, twice, too fast—and then pressed the heel of his hand against his eyes like he could erase the tears before they fully formed.
“Hyung…”
Minho exhaled. Sharp. Fragile.
“I’m fine.”
Han frowned. “You always say that when you’re clearly not.”
Still no response.
Han moved beside him, not too close—just enough to share the quiet. He looked out at the skyline for a moment before saying softly, “She said no.”
Minho’s fingers curled around the railing.
“I heard,” Han added. “Mingyu asked her. You didn’t even wait to listen.”
Minho shut his eyes. The words felt heavy in his throat. “She paused.”
“Yeah. For one second. And you left like it killed you.”
Minho let out a bitter laugh. One that cracked halfway through. “Because it did.”
That startled Han into silence.
Minho finally turned, his eyes red-rimmed, lower lip trembling despite his usual calm exterior. “I don’t even know why I said all that stuff about her. I didn’t mean it. Not a single word.”
“Then why’d you say it?”
“Because…” Minho shook his head, fingers gripping the railing so tightly his knuckles went white. “Because she makes me feel things I’m not supposed to feel. Things I don’t know how to deal with. And the closer she got, the more I panicked. So I pushed her away. I had to. I was also growing jealous, I think? Of her bonding with Hyunjin.”
Han stared at him, then blinked—once, twice—before exhaling. “Hyung… with all due respect, you’re such a pabo. Hyunjin and her are completely platonic.”
Minho let out a soft, broken sigh. “I realize that now.”
Han raised a brow. “You were in love with her, hyung. I knew it from the heart eyes you used to give her every time she walked into the room.”
Minho looked away, almost embarrassed.
Han continued with a small scoff, “I even tried playing cupid, but you were so nonchalant I thought maybe I was wrong.”
Minho gave a humorless chuckle, still blinking back tears. “I was too stubborn to admit it before… but this distance, her ignoring me—God, it’s been killing me. And it made me realize I fell for her from the start. I just didn’t know it then. Or maybe I did, and I was too much of a coward to face it.”
“And now Kim Mingyu’s trying to pull her in,” Han sighed looking up at the sky.
Minho flinched.
Han didn’t smile. He didn’t joke like usual. His voice was calm, steady. “Do you want her to be happy?”
“Yes,” Minho whispered immediately.
“Then you need to fix this, hyung. Because right now, all she remembers is the version of you that called her annoying.”
Silence again.
Minho nodded once—slowly, like the decision cost him something.
Han gave him a small pat on the back before turning to leave. “I’ll cover for you downstairs. Take your time.”
Minho stayed rooted there for a while longer, letting the cold wind sting his face, hoping it would hide the warmth of his tears.
It didn’t.
And for the first time in a long time… he let himself cry.
He was ashamed for hurting you, who’d always been kind. For making you feel like you were too much, when really, you were the best thing he took for granted.
*******************
It was finally the end of the week, and all you could think about was the long, luxurious everything-shower waiting for you at home. You stepped into the elevator, letting out a quiet sigh as the doors began to slide shut.
Just then, a hand slipped between the narrowing gap, stopping them mid-close.
Your heart dipped the second you saw who it was.
Lee Minho stepped in quietly, not even glancing your way at first. The doors slid shut behind him with a soft ding, sealing the two of you in that small, silent space. You could hear the soft hum of the elevator mechanics, the faint buzz of a fluorescent light above.
He stood beside you—straightened, composed, but the silence was nothing like the ones before. This time, it wasn’t cold. It was unsure. Hesitant.
You shifted your weight, pretending to check your phone, anything to avoid the ache that formed in your chest just from being this close again.
One floor passed. Two.
The tension was suffocating.
Three—
CLUNK.
You jolted when the elevator lurched to a sudden stop. Your hand shot out to grab the railing, and you turned to him, wide-eyed. He’d hit the emergency button.
“Minho—” you began.
“Don’t leave yet,” he said quickly, voice tight. “Just—listen. Please.”
You were stunned into silence.
“Y/N,” he started, looking at you with softness. Not cold. Not harsh. Just... tired. And honest.
“I was wrong,” he said. “About everything.”
You blinked.
“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly. “I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t even—” he stopped, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t realize what I was saying until it was too late. I was… frustrated. With myself. With how I felt. And I projected that onto you.”
You turned to face him now, fully, slowly.
He looked tired. And not just from rehearsals or schedules. Tired from guilt.
Your voice came out low, careful, “There’s nothing to apologize for.”
His brows furrowed. “Y/N—”
“I crossed a line,” you said, swallowing. “I was the one who confused things. I made you uncomfortable and I kept hovering and—”
“No,” he cut in quietly. “You didn’t.”
“You said I did.”
“I was scared.”
That stilled you.
“I was scared because the way you made me feel didn’t make sense,” he continued. “And instead of dealing with it, I blamed you for making me feel it in the first place.”
You looked away. “You said you wanted peace.”
“I thought that’s what I needed. But the silence after you left? It didn’t feel peaceful. It felt empty.”
You let out a shaky breath, one that felt like it had been trapped in your chest for days.
You stepped forward, your fingers brushing the panel as you desperately tried to cancel it so the elevator would start moving again. But before you could press the button, his hand reached out, catching your wrist. Gently. Not to stop you, just to ask you to stay.
“Please don’t do that,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t leave. Please don’t punish me.”
You froze.
“You think I’m punishing you?” you asked, voice cracking slightly, “You wanted the distance!”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said again, eyes searching yours. “I didn’t mean it to come out like I didn’t care. I was overwhelmed. And I said the wrong thing to the wrong person.”
You blinked hard. “You still said it.”
He winced. “I know.”
You pulled your hand from his, slowly.
“I’m just protecting my own peace now,” you said gently. “That’s all.”
Minho looked at you like the words hurt more than silence ever could.
Neither of you moved for a while. Then Minho spoke—quieter this time, like he didn’t want to scare off whatever fragile truce you’d allowed between you.
“Can we start over?” he asked. “Just… as friends.”
You looked at him, eyes tired, wary. He was watching you like the answer might shatter him. Your heart thudded.
You wanted to ask why now. Why after all the space. Why after the silence. Your guard stayed up. You crossed your arms lightly, leaning back against the elevator wall.
“I don’t know if I can go back to how things were,” you said truthfully.
“I’m not asking for that,” he said quickly. “I just… I miss talking to you. I miss your laugh. I miss you. Even if it’s just as a friend.”
You studied him for a long moment—Minho, who once stood cold and distant, now looking hesitant and real in the dim fluorescent glow. There was no arrogance in him now. No bitterness. Just a quiet kind of sincerity you’d never seen before.
You bit the inside of your cheek, then slowly nodded once.
“Friends,” you said. Cautious. Careful.
Relief bloomed across his face so fast, so unguarded, that it nearly broke your heart again.
He reached out, hesitated—then offered a pinky. It was so Minho. A little awkward. A little sincere. A peace offering dressed in childish promise.
You stared at it, then looped your pinky with his, sealing whatever strange, bittersweet restart this was.
And just like that, he pressed the emergency button again. The elevator jolted back to life.
As the numbers ticked downward and the air shifted, so did something between you. Not quite healed. Not quite the same. But something closer to understanding.
Minho offered you a small smile.
But inside?
He was unraveling.
He’d asked to be your friend, even though every fiber in his body ached to pull you in, to push you gently against the elevator wall and kiss you like he should’ve the night you told him how you felt before. But he knew he didn’t deserve that right. Not after everything he said. Not after how he made you feel.
So he swallowed it down—the longing, the regret, the need. Because if friendship was the only way to keep you in his life, then he’d take it. Even if it meant pretending the quiet way his heart raced around you was platonic. Even if it meant watching you smile at someone else someday and telling himself it didn’t hurt. He’d take it. Because losing you completely? That was never an option.
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behind the scene | oscar piastri
summary; when you’ve been quietly dating oscar for a few months but once you perform at a mclaren gala, things become not so quietly
featuring; oscar piastri x underground jazz singer!reader
fc; ning yizhuo
warnings; english isn't my first language + not proof read YET ! and this is pretty short sorry my finals season started
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Burnout
(Giselle x Male Reader)
Tags : Bratty Gigi, Handjob, Sloppy Toppy, Sex, Dirty Talk, Mommy Kink, Recording
w/ plenty amount of music gimmicks
Length : 2.1K words

‘Nah, come on, you’ve never been like this. What happened?’
‘I just... have a little bit burnout’
You and Giselle are friends. You start getting closer to her since you have been doing songs with her, 24 songs that you and Giselle have done together, both finished and unfinished. Once you even think that you want to do a collab tape with her.
You were supposed to finish the verse on one song off Giselle's solo album. But at some point, you can’t even think of any lyrics, or words.
‘Nah, keep your head up, man. You can do this. You can tell me what happened. We have been doin’ this things so many times. I’ll be your therapist’ - Giselle trying to cheers up yet concerns
‘I don’t know, i just-, feel like I can't think any words. But I don't have any problems for real. Don’t worry, nothin’ can stop me’
‘Cap. You look like a miserable guy right now, i can see. Let me do something’
Suddenly, Giselle starts to kneel in front of you while you sit on the sofa in the studio. She starts to put both of her hands and slide up from your shins, to your knees, and finish at your crotch. Then rubbing it at slow pace.
‘Woah woah, what you doin’?’
‘I just, you know-, give you a little heat. So, I decide to rub your wood. Based on the science, when the wood got rubbed, it creates fire. I heard that you’re burnout right? I want to lit your fire back again’
After that, she unbuckles your belt and takes off your pants down on the mat. The plump bulge that was caused by your friend got shown. When Giselle sees that, she does her mischievous smile after saw your wood.
‘Oh! I never knew that you have… such a big cock, a really really big one. Why you never show this to me? I guess this is your hidden talent, don’t hide it to me after this. OK?’
Your last cover was over, she takes off the underwear. Her face was too close to your cock that caused your cock flip up and hit her cheek.
‘Oh!, it slaps me. But what will hit me harder, your lyrics or your cock’
Giselle puts one hand to stroke your cock, and another hand to fondle your ball. Giselle pursing her lips while doing it. This action of hers can make you look at the ceiling and release a satisfying moan.
‘Have you ever thought- about… the fantasy about me?’
‘Nev- Never. Cuz you know- you’re my friend, it would be weird i-if I ever think about that. But since you’re doing this to me, i might looking forward about it- and thanks for this therapy’
Then, she pacing up the tempo and puts her both hands to pumping your cock, still seeing the glans even when she puts both hands on.
‘Your cock is so fucking big. Anyways. Do you love me-?’
‘Yes. I fucking love you’
‘I’m not even finished the fucking question, I just want to ask that if you love me when I'm doing this’
‘Fuck’
You thought that she was asking if you love her, you slipped out your real feeling of her.
‘So. Do you really love me?’
‘Definitely’
‘Alright. call me mommy then?’
‘What- Ah hell nah, you’re not my mommy’
At first, you feel offended. But then, Giselle start to playing with your cock, put her face closer to your cock and place it on her face, you can feel the breath from her nose that give you a goosebump.
‘Look at me! Your cock is longer than my face. I don’t know how many times I’ll say this, but you have such a big cock’
Giselle puts her nose and drags along from your balls to the cock. Then started to put it into her mouth.
‘Oh! I'm sorry. I just wanted to play with it for more minutes, but it ended up in my mouth. I'm sorry for the accident. But I think you want it to happen, right? So, since it happening, I’ll continue it’
Giselle starts to suck you cock, goes up and down, while keeping both eyes on you, wanting to see your relaxing face from this therapy section. Giselle keeps spitting on your cock, and oftenly switches to handjob that more slippery than before. Giselle getting more sloppy, her face full of her own saliva, her lips have lipstick color faded marks. She start to giving faster pace for you.
‘I've been doing this for a while now. Can you finally call me mommy?’
‘No. I didn’t see your full potential yet. Instead, Can you show me your hidden talent? Since i had already showed it to you. If it great, i might call it for you then’
‘Deal. And i’m not only do it for the calling, ‘cause i’ll make you scream it’
Giselle moving far away from you, standing in the middle of the room. Then, she starts to pull her jeans down, showing her pink panties. Then taking off her pink hoodie, showing the pink bra that she is wearing.
‘That’s a bar’
‘What? I’m not even rapping yet’
' I'm just saying that's a 'bra' '
‘Alright, enough. Fuck me then’
‘You want it now?’
‘Yeah, fuck that. I want it now’
Giselle starts to take off her bra, showing her pink titties. And take off her panties as well, showing her pink pussy. She’s throwing both of covers at you. You gotta wipe it to the side to see her full naked body.
‘Damn. How many pinky things in you?’
‘All pink. But i’m thinking ‘bout dying my hair red. So, Can you paint the white for me before?’
‘As you want, Gigi’
Giselle moving closer to you, controlling your head up by her finger and kissing for a moment, you feel like you’ve fallen into a trance by her passionate kissing. While Giselle still not moving her mouth out of you, you can feel that your cock is starting to sense something had touched and its moving slowly.
‘You feeling it?’
‘A Little’
‘Wanna feel more?’
‘Yeah’
Giselle puts her body down like how gravity works. Both of you release the moans, feeling the same thing. She hugs your neck and slowly moves up and down, while you sucking at her tits.
‘Ah- it’s feeling so good, never have a big cock inside me like yours before. This satisfying me a lot’
You also move your hips to hit her pink kitty, the slapping sound has turned both of you on so much.
‘It’s getting too quiet in here. Can you come to the recording room to open some songs for me?’
‘Aight’
Before you take it out, Giselle hits your arm and pushes you back before you even stand up.
‘Wha- What?’
‘I forgot to tell you, I have a little challenge for you; Move to the room with me, but your cock have to still stuck in me, don’t take it out yet. Can you do it?’
‘Ah- fine’
‘Yah! Good boy’
You stand up and carrying her body to go to the inside of the room, one hand entwines her butt and the other hand hugs her from behind. Giselle starts to move again, but moving like she’s struggling. You can’t fully control your legs and it makes her back hitting the table at mixing panel. And then, she starts screaming.
‘AHHHHHHH Help meeeee’
‘I’m sorry. Where’s you hurting’
‘Just move and come into the room!’
‘Ok Ok’
You ran into the recording room, and put her on the table and checked what happened to her.
‘AHHHH HELP ME!’
‘WHERE DO YOU GET HURT- WHERE!’
You look at every spot of her body that if she’s hurting or anything. At that moment, Giselle starts to laughing at you.
‘Haha i didn’t say that i’m hurting, dumbo, don’t overreact. I mean ‘help me- to cum already’, i’m too horny for this, i can’t bare with it anymore. I want you to cum in me and cum with me together’
‘Bruh, bratty behavior’
You put her on the table and start pounding her again while Giselle grabs her phone and tries to select the song.
‘Can you fucking stay still? I can’t even clicking the song’
‘Guess it’s my challenge then’
‘Alright’
You continue pounding her without knowing what song she will put on the speakers. Once it got play, you can recognize your voice on it.
‘Is that our song?’
‘Yea- Yeah. It’s our song, i always love thi-this song, ah- i love hearing your voice on the track, it makes me wet every time. Once i ever fingered myself while playing this song on repeat’
‘That’s romantic f-for me. But wait? This song isn’t finished yet right?’
‘Ye- Yeah?’
Giselle already knows that you might bring the mood back again, the feeling of unfinishing the work. Then, she starts to have an idea.
‘Ca- Can you bring that mic to me’
‘Huh? What you gon do?’
‘Bring that shit!’
You bring the microphone to her and put it beside you and Giselle.
‘Can you o-open the file of this song and record it?’
‘Al- alright What you gon do?’
‘Have you ever heard of ‘P Power’ by Gunna’
‘Oh. I understand it’
‘Yeah, do it like what they did’
You turn your back to the computer and look for the file of this song. When you find it, you prepare to start the special recording session.
‘You Ready?’
‘Let’s do it’
You press the record button, the 90’s R&B instrumental fulfills this sex scene, it makes you pound her harder than ever. All the sounds that happen in this room got recorded through a microphone.
‘Ah- Ah- Harder baby I'm nearly cum now. Ah- you’re pounding me so good baby. Make me cum please and we can cum together’
‘Ah- Your pussy is so good baby, wish i could pound this forever. No better pussy like yours baby, you sucked me so good lately’
The song was close to the outro and you feel like you are about to cum soon.
‘I’m about to cum baby, are you close yet?’
‘Ah- Yes Baby. I’m nearly cum now’
‘Let’s cum together’
‘Before you cum in me, ah- Can you call me mommy one time?’
‘Yes I can. Mommy. Milking me please, ‘til my breath runs out, ‘til i can’t cum anymore’
The part where the drums were cut off is the time that you and Giselle had cum together, only the sex scene sound and a few instruments. You both felt good feelings for each other, showing their relieved expression. You bend closer to her and whisper.
‘I love you baby’
‘Love you too’
Before you start to get tissue to wipe anything, you press the stop recording button on the screen and start to clean the booth for her.
‘You love this idea aren't you?’
‘Love it, you’re so fucking creative’
‘I’m creatively fucking, should add bed squeaking sound after’
‘You want to add it?’
‘Yes. It might add more tension for the song’
‘Let’s record it at my house then’
You have the fire again and recorded a few songs after that sex. And you went back home with Giselle to recorded the bed squeaking sound.
Next week, the appointment of the next recording session. You open the door and see the producer sitting in front of the computer.
‘Hey! What’s up man’
‘Hi Nice to meet you bro’
‘Nice to meet you too. How many beats you’ve produced this morning’
‘A couple, man’
‘That’s great. Show it to me then’
‘Before I show it to you. Can i ask you a question’
‘Yeah?’
‘I just went to see what you produced last week, and then I found this: What happened to this song?’
‘What song?’
The producer plays that song that had special recording last week, the voice recording was the length of the full song, 4 minutes long with sex sound behind it. You start smiling to the producer.
‘What the fuck is this?’
‘I mean, It's a sample bruh, just put it for the mood man, 90’s R&B vibe’s songs often play while people are having sex, you didn’t know that?’
‘I mean-, alright. i’ll give it to you man’
‘Yeah, right? Slow and smooth instrumentals are created something, don’t cut it off the track, leave it, it’s already finished’
You talk with producer and then go into the booth to record some songs. Suddenly, your producer wants you to listen something.
‘Hey, you want to listen to the song that Giselle had recorded a couple days ago? You might want to hop on the track’
‘Yeah play it’
The producer plays Giselle’s unfinished song with this bar on it.
‘If you wanna be my pet, call me mommy’
You start to smile and giggle a little at what she said. The producer sees your reaction.
‘What do you even laugh about?’
‘Nothing’
Then you continue this session, while that bar is still around your head, reminding you of the special session last week.
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Lights, Camera, Action !
Park Jisung x Male Reader



cw: camboy park jisung his nickname is song, big dick jisung (11”), established relationship
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park jisung or song – how is he known in the av world – is a famous content creator, he’s always on the top of users on the platform. many people would ask why that is. it only takes some clicks to realize why – an 11 inch dick hanging in between his legs – is massive, girthy and veiny. it’s like a dream for the people out there, they want it inside them claiming they can take it all.
-”please let me ride it, i promise i’ll take it balls deep” he read in one of the comments on his livestream.
-“hahaha guys i’m not planning to do collabs, just solo things for now”.
crying emojis flooded the chat, why is he forbidding everyone the pleasure of touching and feeling such massive meat. it’s a question that every subscriber and fan asked themselves, if he did collabs he would escalate spots and be the number one on there. would be a lie to think he hasn’t thought about it but he doesn’t wanna do it with anyone he has just one person in mind, his boyfriend.
they met back when they were living in the university dorms, as a way to pay his fees jisung took advantage of his little friend down there an opened an account on the website, the first video was of him just jerking off, ‘first video’ was the title of it and it quickly gain recognition in between the platform users. ‘so big’, ‘i need him so bad’, ‘until the room stinks’ were some of the comments he received.
the next video was of him squeezing an entire little bottle of lube, coating his shaft in beads of the liquid that rolled down towards his balls and made it glisten in the light. moans and little whispered fucks can be heard in the recording, once again the video was a hit for him, making subscribers eager to know when the next video is gonna be reuploaded. in one of his recordings he made loud noises that disturbed the student next door, yn, who angrily storm his way out towards his neighbour. he opened the door without knocking catching jisung spurting ropes of cum all over his body, he has a ski mask on – to have at least a bit of animosity – after he rode his high he turn his head to the side to see yn standing there, mouth agape and in shock. he just saw jisung orgasming but not only that, he saw that big ass dick hard as a rock.
“what the hell jisung?” he said surprisingly, a whispered shout, closing the door immediately.
“why do you think i’m jisung?” the man questioned, trying to act fool. “these aren’t shared dorms dumbass” yn turned around breaking eye contact, face flushed and his dick threatening to get rock hard, “cover that monster please” he says as he leaves the room leaving a dumbfounded jisung lying on the floor, tired, “ahh shit i feel so tired to get up and clean myself” he uttered while staring at the ceiling.
next day was awkward between the two jisung apologized for the situation and yn did the same because at the end of the day it was his fault for not knocking first. “ok then but you have to accept my invitation to go eat something”, “i would accept but to be honest i don’t have enough money right now” yn muttered lowly, ashamed. “don’t worry, it’s on me”.
days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the dates became something regular in between them, in one of them jisung confessed to yn how he gets all that money and the av job he had now. “are you disappointed in me?” jisung asked –pouting.
“uhmm… i’m not. it’s your life man do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t affect your well being” jisung looked at him surprised, “besides… you umm… have a really nice thing down there” yn look everywhere around but jisung, his cheeks turning into a pinkish hue, the same happening to jisung, “thanks i guess”. next thing they knew was them on jisung’s bed letting all the steam and sexual tension go.
soon jisung asked yn to be his boyfriend and he accepted, jisung’s content creator side job wasn’t a problem at all for yn because after all is just videos of him stroking his dick. they can fantasize all they want about it but would never have it.
“come on baby, let's do it”, jisung tried to convince yn, “i'll put a ski mask on you too, no one would know it's you”. “i know jisungie but i don't know, you're fine doing it as a solo. what if they stop supporting you because they're seeimg you fucking someone else” he sighs, “their fantasy would fall down” he adds.
“i don't really care prince, plus, this is what they want” jisung walked closed towards yn, handps gripping and kneading yn's ass, “they'll go crazy seeing this slutty ass engulfing 11 inches. such a hungry pussy, almost ☆☆☆☆ if you ask me”. he kissed yn's neck then went up towards his lips brushing them with his tongue. yn opened them up letting him go inside and explore it with it. yn uttered a little "okay” agreeing to do it.
jisung was setting his camera ready while yn got ready when a notification popped up, someone just subbed to his page. happy he opened the app cheering a bit, he opened the camera of the app to record a thank you video for his followers. “are you ready?” yn came into picture, with the black ski mask on him and wearing only a thong, the piece of clothe was so little that the backside was barely covered, it was just a finger-thick string that sat pretty right in the middle of yn’s hole.
“fuck, look at this” jisung smacked his ass, “are you so eager that you are already eating the thong?” he said pulled the string to then let it go smacking yn's hole, drawing a moan out of him”. jisung didn't remember that he was on the platform's camera, he was ready to press the record button when yn sat on top of him, making him slide his finger setting to the live button. he then pressed the red button thinking he was recording.
*SONG IS LIVE*
song and his boyfriend were making out not noticing the live chat, in their minds they haven’t started recording yet so why bother checking out?.
-”damn he decided to do collabs”.
-”me next”.
-”finally an ass is bouncing on that pole, we cheered”.
-”so hot, i’m gonna nut so hard!”.
his followers were going crazy, jisung’s heavy dick staying still in between yn’s cheeks, a fat drop of precum forming on the tip. while they were kissing jisung applied oil on both yn’s ass and his dick making them shine. yn pulls the string on the thong up so there’s nothing in between the warm, throbbing dick of his boyfriend and his pulsating, eager hole. then he releases the string for it to fall and stays taut on jisung’s dick, securing it. the string working overtime trying to hold in place such a thick piece of meat.
the precum started to roll down his shaft, landing on yn’s hole. coating it with the clear substance, mixed with the lube poured before. “ufff” yn sighed, eagerly to take the first inch inside him. their fucking is always tortuos for them, not because of the pain but because they have to restrain themselves –yn wanted all of it inside at once while jisung wanted to fuck his brains out. the tip is already inside, loads of precum coating yn’s walls. the head making its way inside in charge of stretching so the rest of the dick could enter with no problem.
yn’s insides stretched to the max, every inch that entered hurt like hell but iit was delicious, a pain that yn loved, soon it will turn into pleasure anyway. sinful noises coming out of his hole, engulfing his partner’s cock, the viewers going crazy in the live chat.
-”woah look at that, he could take it all”.
-”craving that boypussy”.
“you’re taking it like a champ” jisung praises, kissing the pain away –his lips covering the other’s collarbones with kisses and some hickeys here and there. finally jisung bottomed out, his dick bulging the other’s tummy. “tell me when to move” jisung reassured, smacking both his hands on each oiled cheek leaving his handprints on there, then grabbing a fistful to jiggle them around his cock, yn whimpering thanks to the sensation.
-“he definitely trespassed his second hole”.
-”the perfect fleshlight”.
some viewers said on the live chat. “you’re being so good for me” jisung mutters, “a good cocksleeve”. “your good cocksleeve” yn corrected him and kisses him, his tongue licking jisung’s lips. he then moved his hips, rocking them in a circle motion, squeezing his hole around jisung’s throbbing cock. “fuck prince keep doing that” jisung expressed, his hands on yn’s hips to guide him. the bulge on his stomach moving along with each movement. jisung locked his arms around yn’s torso to keep him steady and he started to thrust upwards slowly at first but the pace started to accelerate little by little. his thrust went from slow almost sensual to fast, brutal ones.
-”is he a bottomless pit? how is he able to take all that?”.
-”I’M CUMMING FUCK!!”.
jisung withdraws his dick leaving just his swollen head still inside, then gripping yn’s hips with force he sank him down his rock hard meat. a guttural moan came from yn’s mouth, every viewer excited about the show their looking at. “fuck, love this greedy boypussy” jisung grunts, “so eager. starving for my big thick cock”. “whose this pussy belongs to?” jisung jiggled his globes with his veiny hands, nails being buried on the skin, “belongs to you baby” yn whimpered. once again jisung pulled out leaving only the tip inside and made another brutal thrust, yn’s body jerked due to the overstimulation. thankfully yn could handle jisung’s dick if it was another person they would surely be broken already.
yn’s hole clenches on it, with all the strength left in his body. the lube turning creamy white for all the friction created by the merciless thrusts given by the top. “milk me dry baby. swallow it all with your whore boypussy”. yn kissed him while putting his hands on jisung’s shoulders –to gain leverage. then he plops himself on top of jisung leaving him the rest of the job, using yn like a toy to pursue his orgasm.
jisung used yn’s hole like his cocksleeve, giving him gently thrusts that signaled he was close, “cum with me”, jisung uttered latching his lips on yn’s nipples while one of his hands coated in spit jerked him off. yn’s body trembled, being stimulated on both sides was overwhelming him but he loved it, especially if it’s jisung doing it. the top pulled out, giving his cock a few strokes that made him spurt his sperm, ropes of it were expelled like a fountain, covering yn’s back and glutes. meanwhile in the front yn’s sperm was being scooped by jisung who then smeared it on his softening cock to put it inside the bottom, “cockwarm me baby” he demanded and yn nodded.
“we got carried away that i forgot to record” jisung laughs and stares at his phone, his smile fading immediately when he saw the live sign on red, “oh fuck” he uttered quietly. “umm guys, i hope y’all liked it, it’s a teaser of what is coming next on my page so stay tuned” he managed to disguise his concern as if everything was planned. it worked tho, his followers were loving his content even more, now they can see that 11 inch cock in action, drilling on poor asses that are brave enough to take it.
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Wrapped up gift
Happy Valentine's Day enjoy my gift with extra sugar!
This is part of a collab hosted by @dream-effect
Don't ever ask me to do this ever again
Whb!Seven Kings X Gn!Reader Fic
Cw: NSFW, gangbang, double penetration, spit roasting, cum drunk, bondage, name-calling, praise, multiple orgasms, uses of toys, biting, marking, creampie, choking, Crying kink.
WC: 5.1K
Everyone has been acting weird today…
Well, weirder than usual, many devils have avoided you, or that's what you think.
It's not like you expect the countless attention and gifts you are showered with every day, but it does raise a few questions when one day you can't even walk around town without a flock of devils around you, and the next, no one can hang out with you.
Not even the kings. Who usually blows up your phone at all hours of the day?
Whether it's Asmodeus’s random confessions of love, Lucifer using your medical history as an excuse to talk to you, Beelzebub going on a random tangent about God knows what, Belphegor talking about anime, or Leviathan’s awkward ass small talk, only to spend another hour arguing with you over the phone, Mammon sending you pictures of expensive gifts he's about to buy you, or Satan angrily texting you why you haven't blocked everyone yet. Usually, your phone is flooded with any of these weirdos, but it was quiet and lonely for the first time since you came to hell.
With a sigh, you walk through the unusually empty halls of Gehenna’s Castle. The echoing of your footsteps mocked you till you reached your room. You push your door open when something fluttering down to the ground catches your eye: a pink envelope with a pink wax seal notice the fancy engraving on the and Asmodeus's sigil. It was ha and miss, especially the ‘interesting’ encounters you've had with him. His sigil became not only his symbol but also his calling card. You hesitate before sliding your thumb underneath the wax and opening the envelope. You sigh, scrunching your eyelids, preparing the potential nastiness you're about to unfold out of this letter…
Good fuck, why is it stained…?
‘Dear beloved,
I prepared some Valentine's Day gifts for you at my castle. Let's enjoy Valentine's Day together!❤️
Constantly yearning, Asmodeus’
The letter was short and innocent, but you knew better than to trust anything from Asmodeus. The motherfucker couldn't even bother to text you, instead sending you an embroidered letter with an equally fancy-looking envelope doused in his normal scent.
Flashbacks of the past, heated in your eyes, prove what awaits you if you accept his invitation. But then again, you've never felt so lonely on a day you're supposed to be with the people you love. Also, Asmodeus was the only demon ever to mention Valentine's Day. You didn't even know today was a holiday until he mentioned it. You're not sure how you felt about the fact that no one even wanted to see you on Valentine's Day.
Maybe it was because Valentine's Day was an Earth holiday, not a holiday they usually celebrate in hell…Yeah, let's go with that.
Knowing that he knew and wanted to spend time with you, your heart pumping with excitement, you couldn't hide the smile on your face.
You almost put down the leather until you realized what was in the bottom right-hand corner: an arrow pointing to the other side with the words ‘flip me ;)’ written in cursive.
On the back, you see what looks like a Latin chant. More of his handwriting was next to it: ‘simple teleportation spell to the front gates of my palace while you momentarily will feel a little dizzy; that's normal.’
Thank goodness for the grueling lessons Sitri would give you after you discovered that most demons use Latin as their mother tongue.
It was hard, but you resisted the temptation. As soon as your lips mouth the final syllable, your world spins. You almost lost your lunch as you instantly felt like you'd been propelled forward. One moment, you were in your bedroom in Gehenna, and the next, you stood on the red carpets of Abaddon, looking down that all-too-familiar hallway.
Your eyes landed on a demon leaning against the wall, a black crop top resembling other biker jackets that reach the same length as the top, with spikes that adorn their collar and shoulders. His bulging muscles and choice of clothing looked scary, but as soon as Zalgrok saw them coming down the hallway, he smiled, picking his hands out of his pockets. “Hey, His Majesty is waiting for you.” Your eyes dart around the empty halls. But just like before, there were no signs of people. “Where is everybody?” The smile falters momentarily, his eyes darting to the ground, trying to think of an untrue excuse. “Asmodeus ordered everyone to leave, but he's in one of our private rooms with the other kings!” He smiled, pointing at one of the doors, a door to a room you haven't seen before. It looked different from fancy dark wood with golden embroidery.
This time, you walked up to the door. Zalgrok followed behind his hand, itching to reach out and touch you. He perhaps curled his fingers and interlocked them with yours.
He never gets to play with his Majesty's favorite toys, and yet here they are now, their ass swaying as they walk tantalizingly.
Before he could even react, it was too late. As quickly as you came in, you left. Zalgrok clicked his tongue in annoyance before turning on his heel, not wanting to stay longer to hear what would happen on the other side of that door.
The room was dark, with only as much light as the scattered candle could provide. Rose petals scattered all across the floor. A wide variety of sweets, chocolates, and fruits decorated the table, although some looked half-eaten.
Wrapped gift boxes litter the ground around the couch, some smaller than others. And at the center of it all, on a large bed, the devil of lust himself thrilled across the furniture as usual, his nude self dressed nicely in a tuxedo. His hair was slicked back and done into a bun. He smelled of Ivory and rose petals as if he had just stepped out of the shower.
“Happy Valentine's Day, my dear~! Poor baby must have been so lonely…” he purred as he opened his arms to beckon you to climb into them when he saw you approach him. You've never been so happy to see Asmodeus that you practically skipped toward him, but before you could get close enough to even touch him, a repellent tentacle wrapped around your throat rather harshly, pulling you back with enough force to make you stumble into something.
The tentacles slip from your throat, replacing it with a firm hand.
“So, is this what you do when I'm not here, whore yourself out to the nearest devil?” Leviathan hissed in your ear. He loosened his hand just enough to have you turn your head to look at him. You could barely see anything but his scowling face, but you could have sworn he was wearing a suit, too. Your suspicions are quickly confirmed, your heart jumping out of your chest as you see another devil seem to come out of himself, finally showing himself.
The buzzing of flies becomes louder until they coagulate into one spot, Beelzebub appears as the horde disperses. He was also wearing a suit; however, it seemed that he had either forgotten or did not care to finish his green tie, as it simply hung over his neck. He spent no time taking off the jacket part of his suit immediately before letting out a relieved sigh. “These things just aren't for me…Glad you liked the eye candy, though, babe.” You watch helplessly, trapped in Levi's arms, his hand still wrapped around your throat, only putting pressure when Beel gets close. “Touch them, and I'll kill you…” He snarls.
"Hate it or not, you still agreed. It's too late to back out of it now, Leviathan." Lucifer, whom you had just noticed, had been sitting idly on the chairs facing the bed, swirling a glass of wine in his hand as if he were some vampire out of an old film before taking a sip.
“I can feel their delicious greed from here. They must love their gift." Mammon smirked. Levi's hands were long gone, replaced with his large, firm ones wandering to your butt.
“Slut better like it because I'm not doing this again…” Satan growled, feeling something tug tightly around his palm.
Asmodeus finally got up from the bed. From the other side of him, you see Belphegor, his tie loose, one of the buttons of his polo shirt undone, and his head resting against his hand. Asmo squishes your cheeks together playfully, shaking your head. “Now it's time for our Valentine's Day gift!” The wicked smile on his face when he said that made your hair stand on end. Your eyes went wide as you felt the thundering in your chest; shoot…again, you had forgotten; if you had known days in advance, you would have prepared at least something. You sputter out pathetically, "But I didn't bring anything…I'm sorry." The kings around the room went silent before bursting out in laughter.
“They said ‘they didn't bring anything’… How cute!” One of them mocked. Even Asmodeus struggled to contain his laughter as the hand that squished your cheeks together rushed to cover his snickering smile.
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you felt heat rush to your face.
“Stop, don't laugh!! You don't understand!” You hiss to at least try to explain yourself, but instead, Satan approaches close enough to weave his hand in your hair and yank your head up to look at his wide-eyed, toothy grin.
“No toy; you don't understand.” He lets it go over your head before unraveling the thing around his palm. A red ribbon.
“You are the gift.” The realization hits you like a truck before anything can truly sink in.
“Strip them," Leviathan commanded with a hiss as Mammon’s big hands grabbed the fabric of the outfit you picked out, thinking it would just be you and Asmodeus.
“So sorry we have to ruin your outfit, dear; it's cute, it really is, but it would look better on the floor." Asmodeus laughs, licking his lips as he hears the fabric begin to tear.
“I'll buy them new clothes, something far better than these worthless rags!" Mammon grunted with each flex of his muscles.
The last piece of clothing rips off you, falling to the floor and revealing lovely lace underneath. The kings in the room hummed in delight, except for Leviathan and Asmodeus, whose moods were opposite.
“Fucking worthless slut…Just what were you planning on doing with this, huh?!” Leviathan grits his teeth, his hand harshly grabbing the delicate lace, caring little for how his claws dug holes into the fabric.
And, of course, Asmodeus responds with a catty grin, fueling that fire of jealousy.
“Beloved, if I had known you would come see me in this, why? I would have canceled plans and just had you all to myself.”
Satan snarled before finishing Mammon's job, working with Leviathan to tear apart the lacy undergarments, abandoning them in shreds of cloth on the floor.
“Such heathens…” murmured Lucifer, ignoring the bulging tent in his dress pants. Watching every move Satan made as he used the ribbon to tie you. Even with Mammon, Leviathan, and Beelzebub holding your arms and legs as Satan began to work, the binding, occasionally with a ribbon, would twist and fold with every imperfect knot. His eyebrows furrowed until he finally got up.
“Move, you're not doing it right." He ignored Satan's glare as he snatched the ribbon.
"It's like bandages; let me do this." Lucifer couldn't help but sneak a small kiss from your lips, his fangs catching your lips and causing soft, supple skin to bleed, which excited Beelzebub, who had been playing with your hand before. He didn't waste any time in fear that some other devil would steal a taste of your sweet red blood. He moved in as much as he could, forcing your head until his mouth could reach yours. His tongue glides across your bleeding lip, getting every last drop of your delicious blood. Beelzebub shivers at your taste, unconsciously trying to press his body against yours, tongue immediately moving into your mouth.
As Lucifer almost finished wrapping your body, you felt the ribbon tighten against your skin before the demon tied it into a neat little bow. Your hands and legs were still free, but not for long, as Satan handed Lucifer more ribbons for him to work with. You were too occupied with Beelzebub’s mouth and tongue to care that Mammon was holding your wrists together for Lucifer to tie up until a neat little bow.
Beelzebub, finally having his fill…for now, breaks away from you as Mammon and Satan move you toward the bed. “You look so beautiful like this." Whispered the Mammon, looking at you as if you were his greatest treasure. Satan snarls as he moves his body in between your legs, keeping them nice and spread, grinding his hips against yours. "Nice and fuckable; can't wait to leave you sore for weeks.”
You see Asmodeus off to the side, grabbing a present off the floor. "Is that for me? You ask, and he smiles. "Yes, well… Yes and no. It's for all of us~" With such precision, he picks at the ribbon at the top of the bow, slowly peeling it loose. The ribbon slips from its knot. He peels open the wrapping before putting his hand into the open box. Taking out a bar with two cuffs on the end. His thumb applies pressure as the bar springs longer.
“This will keep you nice and spread; we don't want you closing those pretty little legs now, do we?” Asmodeus smirks. Satan chuckles, practically snatching the spread bar from him, fastening each cuff onto your legs.
You had completely forgotten that you weren't the only one on the mattress when you felt a hand caress your cheek.
“I hope you're grateful that we're doing all this work for you," Belphegor said, his other hand diving below to unbutton his belt. He scoots up till his crotch is right in your face. His hand palms his balls underneath his underwear before taking out his hardening cock. “Be a doll, won't you?” You know exactly what he wants as he touches your head, getting you for a taste. Belphegor’s head tilts back as he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock. Bobbing your head up and down, taking it deep just the way you knew he liked it.
With your tongue swirling around the head, your mouth suckles his tip before taking him down to the base. His cock is squeezed by your throat with each suck.
Your legs quiver when you feel a hand around your throat again. Leviathan collects are done clearing out how well you're taking another demon down your throat. “Cock-hungry slut, look how well-trained you are at taking cock. How come you're not well-trained with me?” Leviathan's hand squeezes your throat as you gag around Belphegor’s cock. “Fuck, keep choking them! Damn throats getting tighter.”
With your choked-out sobs and moans, Satan, who has been grinding his bulge against your core this whole time, finally gives in, pissing out a string of cuss words, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to fuck them! I'm going to fuck and feel them cum around my cock!” His hands shook, undoing his pants and sliding them down just enough. Take his cock out. His hard, leaking cock pressed against your entrance, and with one hand, he guided his cock till his head was pressing right against your hole, applying enough pressure to open for him. His other hand slid against your body, occasionally grasping at the ribbons. You squirmed as you felt the edges of the ribbons bite into you as they tightened against your skin.
“Don't struggle if you don't want the ribbons to hurt.” Lucifer scolded. Asmodeus added, “Be a good toy, and let us use you till you break.” You strain your eyes, trying to look to where the voices are coming from, and that's where you see Lucifer in a chair and Asmodeus standing across from the bed, both playing with themselves, Lucifer palming and groping his cock through his underwear and Asmodeus stroking himself, his pants long since abandoned as well as most of his suit.
Your cheek gets a light smack from Leviathan. “Hey! Don't look at them! Look at me! Or do I have to choke you harder?"
This was all too much with Leviathan's hand on your throat, applying pressure before releasing and squeezing again all the while. Belphegor is now trying to fuck your throat, as Satan is now starting to ram his cock deeper inside, grabbing and clawing at your plush hips. His big demon dick forcing you open makes you take him.
It was all too much! Squeezing your eyes shut, the pleasure and pain overwhelmed you so much you couldn't hold back your tears.
“Fuck, they're crying! That's so hot…” Lucifer hissed, his palming motions now turning into jerking as he fucks his hand. Your legs shake as you can't hold back your orgasm, your screams muffled by the cock in your mouth as you squeeze Satan's cock for all He's worth.
“Oooh fuuuck, never thought I'd find someone trying to scream with cock in their mouth so hot! Satan snarled, his hips driving into you, chasing his orgasm.
"I'm going to cum! Gonna fill that throat, swallow it all, take it, all of it!” Belphegor growls, his balls heavy and full of seed slapping against your face.
Satan was not too far behind as his eyes were falling back. “I'm going to come too; we're going to soak you with demon cum! Take it all! Take all we fucking give you!
Belphegor's hand digs into your scalp as he's using your throat for his pleasure. He slams his hips against your face before stealing them. You swallow every last drop of his seed. As Satan slams one final time inside you, your walls suck every last drop of cum out of his cock.
Try not to cough and sputter, as Levi's hand is still around your throat.
Finally, you can breathe as the king of sloth removes his cock from your throat. And the king of wrath finally slips out of the core, watching his cum dribble out of you.
“Let me rest for a bit; I'm okay with watching for now…did way too much.” Belphegor groans as he rolls on the other side of the bed. Belphegor was still hard, but he had his fill. Why would he want to do more when he can just watch the show and get off till you get fucked by multiple people, just like the porno he would watch every night?
“You took them so well; you did so well…my sweet treasure.” Mammon purred with his hand, squeezing your chest and pinching your nipple.
“I bet the stupid whore is hungry for more…” Leviathan growls, his hand moving from your neck to your cheek. Getting into your face, he demanded you open your mouth. Practically forcing it open with his hand, he spits right onto your tongue. “Swallow." He commands, and you obey, having no other choice but to follow these demons every command as you are tied up and helpless.
“Fuck their mouth, Levi,” Beelzebub said, putting a hand on your head, running his hand through your now messed-up hair.
“They would like that, wouldn't they? Are you so much of a whore that you will take cock from any person who will give it to you, hm? Do you want to drink my cum?" Levi asked condescendingly, with a confident smile that made you want to spit in his face. But right now, as Mammon was taking the cops off your legs, preparing to turn you around onto your stomach as his hands were sneaking handfuls of your ass, you did not care.
With your hands tied behind your back, you couldn't provide any support for yourself as your face was shoved against the pillows.
You heard Asmodeus moan, “Mm, what a delicious sight~! I can still see Satan's cum running down your leg, but I bet that that sweet little body of yours can hold more.” Mammon smiles at his colleagues and lets out a devilish laugh.
“That's the plan. Our sweet gift deserves everything they're given…”
“Spank that ass red," Satan adds. And Mammon is happy to oblige, as his big hand comes down on one of your cheeks hard and fast, a sharp smack fills the room, and it wasn't before long that another one comes down again on you. His big hands are filled with your ass as he spreads you open. He didn't have to prepare for his big size, as you were wet enough for him to slide in with one thrust; despite having Satan, you still stretched around him, letting out a shaky squeal.
Despite not wanting sloppy seconds from your mouth, Leviathan couldn't handle the way you looked right now as he began to unbutton his pants. He took off his belt, fastening it around your neck, using it as a leash and collar. He grabbed hold of the leather, lifting you prematurely before placing another pillow underneath your head. And another one underneath your chest, making sure you are comfortable before fully removing his pants and getting onto the bed.
“This is where you belong…This is your place…underneath beings that are far stronger than you. Being nothing but a fuck slave for demon cock!” Leviathan did not give you the same luxury as Belphegor when he waited for you to be ready; instead, Leviathan immediately began a brutal pace. Forcing you to take more and more of his cock with each thrust, pulling on his makeshift belt leash. All the while, he tugs on your hair. Desperately bucking his hips as much as he can.
Your whole body rocks back on Mammon's cock just to be bounced forward, getting choked by Leviathan's dick. The two demons kept up. The demon of greed behind you occasionally slams his hand down on your ass, making you squeal around Levi's cock. Mammon’s eyes roll back as he feels himself getting close. You're squeezing him home, milking his cock, and the slapping of his skin against yours was too much for him to take.
“You're so good; you feel so good! Doing such a great job for us! Take everything we give you! You deserve everything!"
Beelzebub opens another gift box, ripping open its ribbon to reveal a vibrator. He smiles as he turns it on; his hand snakes underneath to press it between your legs.
You squeal and squeeze around Levi's twitching cock and tighten around Memes as your legs shake from the vibrating pleasure and the cock relentlessly pounds into you. Another orgasm rips through you. Your moans alone were enough to make Leviathan cum down your throat while calling out your name. Levi pulls out a little too late. He's still cumming cock, jutting another pump on your face.
“You're so beautiful, like this…." You think you heard Leviathan say, "You are too cum drunk to even think.
With Levi now gone and Beel pulling the toy away from you for a moment, Mammon flips you onto your back. Putting your legs over his shoulders, jackhammering down inside you to chase his orgasm, your whole body shook and squirmed as you whimpered broken sentences that were only chuckled and awed at. The huge man above you slammed his hips one more time before stilling, filling you up more with his cum. He let his cock stay deep inside till he was finished before slowly pulling out. Even with how deep he was fucking you, his cum still spilled out of your hole.
Beelzebub licked his lips, watching Mammon off you. “Finally, let me taste you…”
"I've had enough watching..." You didn't even realize Lucifer had approached the bed until you felt him pull you into his lap. “Are you still here, Child of Adam? Surely, this isn't all you can take.” This cock sat between your legs. You unconsciously ground your hips down onto him as he helped you guide him inside. Beelzebub finally climbs onto the mattress, leaning his head forward until his tongue touches your collarbone. Beel turns on the vibrator once again, pressing it between your legs.
“Don't worry about moving. Just sit there and take it," Lucifer murmured, his sharp teeth nipping at your earlobe as he got a good handful on your hips and started to move and grind your body against him. Your walls squeezed and milked him as much as you could, all that delicious cum from the other kings drooling down his cock onto his balls. For a little while, Beelzebub playfully fiddled with the ribbons that stretched all across your body while he licked, sucked, and bit wherever he could fit his mouth.
You felt his tongue glide across your chest, giving extra special attention to your nipple. You watch Beelzebub's cock bob in front of you, your arms struggling against the ribbon bindings, aching to touch.
“Show me those delicious tears again, child of Adam. You cried for Belphegor…Why don't you cry for me too?” Lucifer purred, dipping his head to the nape of your neck before sinking his teeth.
“The best way to make them cry is to make sure they're nice and overwhelmed with pleasure," Beelzebub smirks, turning up the setting. You throw your head back. “B-Beel! P-please! T-too-too much! So sensitive!”
“You scream his name but not mine…I'll have to train your throat again later,” Leviathan growled.
Beel applied more pressure on the toy as he went for your neck. His tongue strips across the sensitive flesh before sucking. All the while, Lucifer sucks and nibbles at some more parts of the other side, his cock sliding deliciously against a sensitive spot inside you.
“Oh God! Oh fuck!" Your whole body shakes as you cum again.
“There is no God here…” Beelzebub grins as the other kings approach closer toward you, laughing coldly.
“No one can save you now! You're going to stay here and take cock for the rest of your pitiful human life.” Asmodeus purrs, stroking his cock with the other Kings slowly stroking. All you can hear is their wet cocks as they prepare themselves for another round with you.
Asmodeus's smile turns into a dastardly smirk as he turns to the demon of gluttony, “Beelzebub, once Lucifer is done, let's both pick them up and stuff them at the same time. Beelzebub stopped biting at another part of your body to return Asmo’s toothy grin. “I like the way you think, you horny bastard…”
Beel gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling away.
Lucifer, with the new room that Beel gave him, spun you around before you began to bounce on his lap. With only your shaky legs holding him as he grabbed at your hips to support you. Seeing your eyes swollen and tears dried on your face as well as your cock drunk and glazed look in your eye. Whatever restraint Lucifer had left snapped, bouncing you hard up and down on his lap. He wrapped an arm around your back, bracing himself with each thrust.
Seeing your ruined face, he knew he couldn't last. Lucifer wanted to wring out one more orgasm from you. This is heavy; balls slap up into you. His lips brush against your ear, his sinful words as he nips your earlobe.
“Do you know what you do to me… to us? All these devils are hard because of you. I am swollen because of you.” His tongue glides across your lip before kissing deeply, his tongue tasting yours in a messy, hot kiss that made you clench around him.
“You did this to us. You drive us crazy to the point where all we can think about is filling you with cock and cum. Your soft skin, your tears, and your cute little screams are addictive.”
“Are you going to cum, sweet child of man?”
"Are you going to squeeze me like you did the other devils? Is this sweet little hole of yours going to worship my cock?”
He rolled his hips, grinding through your orgasm as he came with you, crunching his teeth and silencing his moans into hisses. Even though he just came, it wasn't enough. It will never be enough.
Beelzebub stopped you from falling from Lucifer's lap. Grabbing your bound-up wrists before pulling you toward him, he picks you up in his arms as you instinctively wrap your legs around them as Modius comes up from behind, giving you extra support. "Upsy Daisy, don't want you passing out on us…”
“We should hurry. I don't think our precious present can hold on much longer." Asmodeus says, pressing his lips against your shoulder blade.
"Damn it! I wanted another turn!” Satan snarled.
“We have all of Valentine's Day to enjoy our gift." Mammon smiled, relaxing against the chair that Lucifer was sitting on. Enjoying the sight of Asmodeus and Beelzebub trying to fit their cocks inside you at the same time.
“Come on, sweetling. You can do it; I know you can.” Asmodeus whispered once Beelzebub was inside, he squeezed himself in. He not only felt the squeeze of your tight warm walls but also the delectable pleasure of another man's cock sliding against him. Asmodeus didn't even hide how good he felt when his eyes rolled back, and he moaned.
Beel’s mouth was wide open. If he didn't move right now, he was going to burst, so he slid against your velvet walls, making enough room for himself and the other devil.
Asmodeus kept up with Beelzebub, pressing kisses all over the back of your neck. His pathetic whimpers and whines made you clench around the both of them. You are doing so good taking them both. The other devils watching you were just as entranced as the two taking you. Never had they seen you so fucked out and cock drunk. You didn't even know what was happening, as all you did was press yourself against Beelzebub and take it. It was a beautiful sight. The tears are flowing from your cheeks, and drool is running down your face. With the ribbons binding your body, you have entirely given up, completely at their mercy, all of them.
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