#SHINee drabble

[moncherijoie]

I need a fluff Taemin where him and reader are dating in private

𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓★

ᴛᴀᴇᴍɪɴ

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚏��𝚞𝚏𝚏.

In the corner of a dimly lit café, you and Taemin find refuge from the relentless glare of the spotlight. Here, in the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee, you share stolen moments of intimacy away from the prying eyes of the world. Taemin, known for his mesmerizing performances on stage, finds himself captivated by the genuine laughter and sparkling eyes of you, a woman whose presence illuminates his world in ways he never thought possible.

"You look so beautiful tonight honey." "Can you stop?" You said in response to him. Looking away as your face began to flush.

"It hurts when I have to be away from you most of the time." Taemin held your hand and caressed it with his thumb. "But I feel safe and secure when I'm with you again."

You look back at Taemin who is now admiring your features. "When do I get to see you again?" You asked. That was all on your mind. You didn't want to worry about the next time anymore.

Taemin pushed some hair strands behind your ear before cupping your face. "Whenever you want because you're my star and I'll do anything for you."

You smiled before he pulls you in for a kiss.

"I'm thankful for you." You said once the two of you separate. "I'm thankful for your mother. Since she made the biggest blessing in my life." He always go over the top to compliment you.

You hid your face in your hands as Taemin laughed softly. "Hurry up and eat, something's waiting for you at my apartment." You eyes glistened as you hurry to finish your food.

Taemin admiring you the whole time as raindrops hit the window.

You were his whole universe.

[blu-joons]

Kisses With SHINee ~ SHINee Headcanon

Onew:

Jinki is the type of kisser who will always try and bring a smile to your face whenever he’s kissing you

Quite often you can feel his smile whenever he kisses you too as he can’t help but just get excited

His favourite place to kiss is against your cheek, with bonus points for Jinki if he manages to catch the corner of your mouth too

He loves the comfort of being around you and being affectionate, it makes his heart incredibly warm

Whenever you’re not smiling, Jinki will be there trying to kiss the smile back onto your face again

If he’s struggling to find the words they’ll usually be a kiss placed from him to try and express himself

One of your favourite things is how shy Jinki becomes though when he’s affectionate around others

There’s a mutual understanding when it comes to kisses that the two of you both greatly value

Key:

Kibum is the type of kisser who will always be dramatic and try his best to get a laugh out of you

Almost every time he kisses you there’s a loud pop when he kisses you to make sure that you know he’s there

His favourite place to kiss you is against your jaw as Kibum knows it's your most ticklish spot to be kissed on

He loves the simplicity of kisses and how they can go a long way to making the two of you smile

Every morning you’re greeted by a kiss from Kibum, it’s the first thing he always does as his morning routine

One of the things you love to try and do is make him go shy when you kiss him and leave him speechless

He’s definitely not afraid to kiss you in public, Kibum isn’t afraid of showing off his relationship with you

A kiss from Kibum will always brighten your day, he always knows how to kiss you how you want to be kissed

Minho:

Minho is the type of kisser who will protect you and make sure that you know that you’re not alone

He’s never one to shy away from the chance to kiss you either, Minho will take every opportunity he gets

His favourite place to kiss you is against the top of your head so that he can bundle you up in his arms

He loves the romance, very rarely will you be kissed by Minho without being swept off your feet first

One of the things he can always tell is when you’re down, and to cheer you up, a kiss will surely follow

Quite often sneaky kisses will appear from behind you, with Minho snaking his arms around your waist

There’s a time and a place for kissing you in public as far as Minho is concerned, he never makes a big deal

If there’s one thing that can be guaranteed from Minho with kisses, it’s that he’s the perfect gentleman

Taemin:

Taemin is the type of kisser who will get shy around you, kissing you properly makes him very giddy

Kisses remind Taemin that he’s with you, something that he often struggles to truly believe

His favourite place to kiss you is against the tip of your nose, as he loves when you kiss him there too

He loves the intimacy that can often come with kisses as it manages to bring you both closer together

One thing that you often let Taemin know with a kiss is that you’re proud or that you’re impressed with him

No other kiss means as much to him as a reunion kiss though, especially when you’ve been apart for a while

Kissing you around others is very rare for Taemin, mostly as he knows it makes him vulnerable for a teasing

The feeling after a kiss is a particular favourite part for Taemin too when he can feel the kiss lingering

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Masterlist

[flurrys-creativity]

February Filth Fest ~ Day 8: Temperature Play

Pairing: Lee Taemin (SHINee) x Fem!Reader; Genre: element wielders, kinda atla inspired, royal au, assassin au, enemies to lovers, smut, pwp; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: tributes, fireballs, hinted fighting, restraints, pinning, temperature play, nipple play, clit play, fingering, slight dirty talk; Wordcount: 809

Summary: You offered yourself as a tribute for the Ice Prince in hopes of getting close enough to him to take him down. Yet, your attempt turned out not in a way you expected.

Masterlist

“The regions have sent their tributes to you, Prince Taemin.” A servant announced as the new people got lined up in front of the throne. 

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, seeing his cold and seemingly bored expression. His chin rested on his hand, leaning on the armrest of the throne. His eyes wandered over the tributes beside you until they landed on your form.

Taemin straightened slightly, a glint of interest shimmering in his eyes. He ordered for the other tributes to be sent away before he stood up and walked over to you. 

“Follow me”, he told you in a hushed voice, leading you away from the throne room and through a long hallway.

Your fingers twitched impatiently. Despite not being tied up as a tribute, you couldn’t just attack him in the middle of his castle. Yet you wanted nothing more than to shoot a ball of flames at his back.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.”

You jumped slightly in surprise, staring at his back with wide eyes. Maybe you could just pretend to be clueless what he meant. You could also attack quickly before he even had the chance to react.

In an instant you formed a small fireball in your hand, raised it above your head and flung it forward.

At the same time Taemin turned around and engulfed the fireball in a globe of ice with a swift motion of his hand.

Though with the heat of the fire the ice quickly began melting, creating a cloud of steam in the middle of the hallway.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance and immediately created another fireball in your hands, ready to charge it the moment you saw him move.

“You’re making this way too easy”, he laughed out. He shot more ice at you, bursting the fireball and creating even more steam around you two. Soon after he pinned you against the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You weren’t even able to see him move around in the mist, his complexion, light hair and clothing adding to his camouflage. Now though with him being right in front of you and holding you against the wall, you were able to see him clearly.

Taemin held your wrists against the wall, creating chains of ice to keep you in place. He traced a finger coated in ice down your arms. 

You shivered the difference in temperature getting to you. As a fire wielder you naturally had a higher body temperature so having the prince of ice pressed against your body you simply couldn’t help your reactions.

“Is that all you got?” You asked with a scoff, wanting to hide the fact how much his close presence affected you. “I could easily melt your ice away again.”

“Sure, you could.” He looked straight into your eyes, a danger hidden deep inside them. His gaze shortly flickered to your wrists above your head, seeing that you weren’t actively melting them away. “But something gives me the impression you want me to go even further.”

You glared at him, unable to deny his statement - though refusing to admit it. You moved your chin upwards, wanting to show strength even in your situation. 

“Tell me to stop, when you’re borderlining to hypothermia.” Taemin moved both of his hands to your side, letting his fingers slide underneath your top. He coated one of them at a time with his ice, making you jerk slightly from the sudden increase of cold. His thumbs brushed over your nipples. They pebbled from his cold touch alone. Taemin smirked and pinched them, eliciting a moan from you.

You tilted your head back as his cold lips nibbled along your throat, leaving little marks along his way. You arched your back slightly, loving the way he played with your body.

Taemin moved one of his hands further down, sliding them into your underwear. His cold index finger circled around your sensitive nub, turning your legs into jelly. “That’s it”, he whispered, pressing himself and his own hard dick against your body.

The second he pushed two fingers inside of you, your walls clenched around them - the cold driving you crazy.

“Fuck, you’re hot”, he breathed out, sweat accumulating on his forehead from your body heat affecting him.

“Can’t handle my heat?”

“Wouldn’t you wish for that”, Taemin scoffed, increasing the ice on his fingers and making you moan out loud. “I know you fire wielders want to get rid of an ice wielder being in charge around here.”

“Damn right!” 

“Too bad the assassin they sent is already answering to my every beck and call.” He moved his fingers in a come hither motion, making you tremble from the pleasure all over again. “So”, he paused, pressing on that spongy part inside of you, “cum for me.”

Day 7 | Day 9

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Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland

[seumyo]

Bakugou didn’t like you.

He didn’t.

You weren’t even in the same class. Barely even interacted. Just two UA students who happened to take the same train every so often. Yet, whenever you were near, he was hyper-aware of you.

For example, he could be in the school’s gymnasium with the rest of the class, resting after a rigorous basketball training, but the minute he caught sight of you in the bleachers to collect the leftover materials, suddenly all basketballs are making it through the hoop.

Not that he cared. He didn’t do it to impress you.

He doesn’t even know what you did to have him notice you in the first place. An enigma that has him hooked.

The train slowed as he approached the station, the robotic voice announcing their stop. Bakugou stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder, only to glance at you just as you pocketed your gadget and stood as well.

Just my luck.

The train doors slid open, and you both stepped onto the platform, the cool morning air greeting you. Bakugou stuffed his hands into his pockets, his usual scowl in place, already planning to walk ahead—only to hear a familiar patter of liquid against the pavement below.

Shit.

Within seconds, the drizzle turned into a steady shower. Students groaned, hurriedly pulling out umbrellas—not wanting to be late. Bakugou clicked his tongue, reaching into his bag to grab his own when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw you just standing there, blinking at the street.

No umbrella.

Of course.

He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve just walked ahead like he always did. But instead, he found himself sighing—deeply, begrudgingly—before flicking his umbrella open.

“Hey,” he grunted, stepping closer so the umbrella covered both of them. “Don’t just stand there like an idiot.”

You blinked at him, startled. “Oh. Um—” you hesitated, then smiled sheepishly. “You don’t have to—”

“I ain’t gonna let you walk in the rain, dumbass.” His ears burned. “Just walk.”

A pause. Then, to his horror, you laughed.

Not scoffed. Not sighed. Laughed.

It was light. Amused. Like he had just said the most funny thing in the world.

His grip on the umbrella tightened.

You walked side by side, your pace naturally slower than his. It was torture. Bakugou had to consciously slow himself down, had to fight the instinct to just power ahead and leave you behind. But you were under his damn umbrella now, and he wasn’t about to be a jerk and make you run after him.

So, he adjusted his steps. He adjusted.

For you.

Oh, god. He must've caught a flu.

It was annoying. Unnatural. But you didn’t seem to notice.

“Thanks, Bakugou,” you said after a while.

His chest felt tight.

“Whatever,” he muttered.

He didn’t like you.

He didn’t.

So why was he hoping that the next morning it’ll rain the same and that he gets to go on the same train car as you?

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[mykoreanlove]

the smut bundle

for when you want to get freaky, empty hands are recommended

CHAN - fuck me 5 senses? // cooking up a storm piece of cake // just another day at the dorms // in character // Christopher // preggo by chan

CHANGBIN - just another day at the dorms // home workouts

MINHO - how to tame a cat // just another day at the dorms // serum

HYUNJIN - afterparty // wanna bet? // keep me up // special birthday

HAN - just another day at the dorms // brr brr

FELIX - Articulate // fighting with Felix be like // just another day at the dorms

SEUNGMIN - just another day at the dorms

CROSSOVER - deceptive bonds (hyunjin, Felix) // 🫧🫧🫧 (Minho, hyunjin) // 3+1 (3racha)

JACKSON - acts of intimacy // backseat love

JUNGKOOK - on a drug case

TAEMIN - new heights // lazy Sunday // friendship service // bite me // first dates

EUN WOO - say please?

[ariseur]

suguru geto who may be a tad obsessed with you still, even after he’s already defected and set in his ways. mayyybe he has a curse or two watching over you still — even after about fifteen years since you two had seen each other. you’ll never just be referred to as that, “pretty sorcerer him and satoru hung out with”. you’ll always be you. he’ll refer to you by name even to people that don’t know you, and he swears his eye doesn’t twitch and his brow doesn’t furrow with the way you forget to take care of yourself sometimes as he watches you from afar, tripping over your shoelaces and scuffing your knee just like how you used to do when you were seventeen ….

[mill3rd]

REMMICK DRABBLE #3 | the shining au

just a filler while i make my witch fic, also cus i rewatched the shining this week 2k words

all thirst and no prey makes remmick a hungry boy.

inside the typewriter rest a page with the same phrase repeated over and over and over. some lines had multiple errors, some lines were worded perfectly.

you look out of the window, the sun barely making it past the closed curtains and bite your lip anxiously. then your wide, curious, and paranoid eyes focus on the table—moreso the continued repetition of the phrase ‘all thirst and no prey makes remmick a hungry boy’.

pages upon pages, i mean stacks of pages of that frightening phrase. everything about it is strange: the formatting changes, lines break in the middle of words, the ink gets darker—more violent, some lines are scratched in with something not ink.

you flick through them, skimming over them and picking them from the pile one by one at an increasing rate. the words blur into one.

your pupils constrict as an unfamiliar fear clogs up your throat. they hover over the words, tracing each one until the phrase brands itself behind your eyes, seared into memory like a scar.

the carpet behind you rustles and instantly your heart races. you feel the rush of blood inside you, the terror that lives in your bloodstream. with a gasp, loud and heavy, you turn around and clutch your flask to your chest.

“you like it?”

remmick is leaning against the door frame, a grin on his face. twisted with a sick sense of entertainment. his eyes are pearls of black, ridiculously dilated. in this moment, he terrifies you.

your mouth opens, your chest heaving. you laugh, trying to play off your behaviour, “remmick! you scared me..”

remmick tilts his head, still grinning, smiling from ear to ear, too smug with himself, “i asked if you like it.”

you perk up, your head whipping back to the pages and then back to remmick, “yeah! ...yeah. i thought you were writing a novel, though.”

instantly, his smile droops. his eyes lock onto you, unblinking, heavy with something colder than anger. he steps closer and closer—slow, deliberate—as he murmurs, “so... you don’t like it?”

your really trying to increase the distance now, taking bigger steps back. your grip tightens on the flask, “i didn’t say that! remmick, please!”

your voice is raw from the horror clawing its way up your throat. you always knew it was only a matter of time before remmick got bored—before the hunger drowned out whatever part of him still chose you.

you’d seen it coming.

maybe it started when he moved your family into the old manor he’d claimed, dressed it up like a home, like he could fake the warmth he no longer felt.

but that hunger... it’s louder now.

and you're starting to think he doesn't remember your name when he's starving.

“y’know, i don’t think you appreciate the work i’ve put into it,” remmick hisses, leaning forward—stalking you like a predator, “the effort i’ve put into making this house a home, y’know with us working with two different body clocks ‘n all.”

you back away, rounding the desk. every step for you is a prayer he doesn’t suddenly lunge. remmick mirrors you with maddening calm, eyes never leaving your face.

“i should check on marnie—” you start, voice trembling, weak. his grin spreads wider, not amused—delighted.

“marnie! oh, marnie, marnie, precious marnie,” remmick bursts out, causing you to flinch. he says her name like it’s a joke. like it tastes sweet in his mouth.

your back hits the frame so suddenly that you sob. once. singular. a cry of surprise. you inch to the side, slipping out of the study and into the grand foyer.

remmick rolls his eyes, “what’s wrong with marnie, baby? c’mon why do you need a doctor for her?”

“she’s—she’s sick, rem,” your voice cracks as your heel knocks the first step of the staircase, “she ain’t been feeling to good lately.”

he smiles, toothy and menacing. his fangs glint even in the shadowy room, “i told ya, baby! she’s a late bloomer, anytime soon ‘n her fangs will be poppin’ right through.”

you cry—pathetic, gasping sobs that shake your whole frame as you twist at the cap of the flask. your hands are slippery with fear, but you get it open. the smell hits the air—clean, sharp, unnatural.

remmick falters mid-step, nose upwards and twitching—inhaling. his expression fractures, confusion creeping in behind the hunger.

“what—what is that?”

his eyes drop to the flask, then snap back to yours. he lifts his hands like he’s soothing a wild animal.

“holy water? really?”

he laughs once—short, bitter, “i give you a home. a child. and in return you threaten me with holy water?”

his voice pitches, not quite a shout—just louder than it needs to be.

“you think i’d hurt you?” he asks, though it sounds more like an accusation than a question, “after everything i gave you?”

“no, no,” you wail, the words barely forming through the wet mess of your sobbing. you don’t even try to make them sound true. they fall from your mouth all the same—pathetic, cracked, and trembling. a lie you both hear and both know.

you shake your head like it’ll undo it, like you can rattle the fear loose from your skull. your vision tilts, sways—dizziness blooming behind your eyes. the nausea swells with it, hot and bitter, curling up your throat.

you clutch the flask tighter. it’s the only thing that feels real.

remmick takes a slow step forward, hands still raised, palms open like he's offering peace. his voice softens—dangerously so.

“hey. hey now. i’m not gonna hurt you.”

he smiles, but there’s something broken behind it. his eyes never quite match the calm in his voice.

“you’re scared. i get it. you’ve been in your head too long, listening to that little panic voice that says i’m some kind of monster.”

another step. another inch off your retreat.

“but i’m still me, aren’t i?”

he laughs—low, breathy, “you know me. you do. even now. i mean, for god’s sake—you sleep next to me. sometimes, anyway.”

the flask shakes in your hand, water spilling out. you’re pathetic in your attempt to keep remmick at a distance and he feels a pang of pity in his unbeating heart. he almost feels bad

“look at ya,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down to the trembling silver cap, “look what they’ve made you do, what they’ve made you think.”

his voice drops to a whisper—sweet and suffocating.

“i’m not gonna hurt you, i’d never hurt you...” he croons before gritting his teeth, “but you’re making this very hard.”

“get away from me!” you shriek, voice splitting with panic as you fling your arm out. a spray of holy water arcs through the air—clumsy, desperate.

a few drops hit their mark.

they sizzle the moment they touch his skin. angry blisters rise along his neck and collarbone, the flesh warping, bubbling like wax under a flame.

remmick reels back with a sharp inhale, clutching at the burn. his fingers press uselessly against it, as if he can force the pain back in.

“ah—shit!” his tone replicates a snake: venomous, a decieving hiss, his voice thin and trembling, more stunned than furious. he hops in his spot, trying to shake the pain and even begins to pace the two steps he occupies. his hand brushes through his hair and he goes silent—save for his heavy, irritated huffing.

his eyes flick to the flask still in your hand. something in him shifts—sharp, final. whatever pretense was left in his expression melts away.

“baby,” he says, voice dry and stripped of affection “flame of my undead life…”

his smile curls, slow and joyless, “i’m not gonna hurt’cha.”

he takes a step, then another—closer now, no longer pretending, no longer gentle. just hunger and heat behind his eyes. the burn on his neck is still raw, still smoking—but it doesn’t slow him down

“i’m just gonna bleed you dry,” remmick lets each word hang, slow and deliberate, savoring the way they land. he watches you the whole time—your chest rising too fast, your fingers twitching, the fear tightening every muscle in your body.

he can hear your heart calling for help, he can taste the panic clinging to your breath and he’s loving it. he leans in, just slightly, voice dipping into something low and full of heat.

“i’m gonna sink my teeth into you…” his smile widens, eyes locked on yours—unchanging, unblinking, “and drink you the fuck down.”

he exhales once, slow and steady, like he’s already imagining the warmth of your blood.

“and then,” he leans back, arms spreading wide as if to pull you into an impossible embrace,

“you, me, and marnie—we’ll all live as one. in harmony! no sun, no moon dividing us—‘cause we’ll be the same kind: cold blooded people.”

you nearly collapse inward, gripping your knees like they’re the only thing keeping you upright. your breath comes in ragged gasps. eyes blur with tears as they flick down to the flask in your hand, then back up to remmick.

“you ain’t ‘people,’ rem,” you whisper, voice raw and breaking, “that’s just not what you are.”

remmick’s eyes narrow, cold and calculating. he steps closer, each movement deliberate, the space between you shrinking like a noose tightening.

“you think keeping that little bottle close will make a difference?” he says, voice low and sharp, dripping with dark amusement.

“holy water, right? your little shield,” his fingers twitch, craving to snatch it from your grasp.

“but it won’t stop me,” he leans in, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“so why don’t you… just give me the flask?”

the demand lingers in the air, heavy with threat and something far colder.

you scream, voice raw and ragged, tearing at your vocal cords. it’s no use—just noise filling the heavy, suffocating silence. you scream because you don’t know what else to do.

the house is empty except for marnie, and the thought of her seeing this—her parents unraveling like this—breaks something deep inside you. you don’t want her to witness this darkness swallowing you both any more than she already has.

you start pouring the holy water fast, desperate and wild, splashing it over him until the flask runs dry.

he whines and groans, the sizzling burns covering his skin, but beneath the pain, that twisted hunger never fades. he licks his lips slowly, tongue flicking over sharp fangs as he locks eyes with you.

“c’mon, baby,” he pleads, voice dripping with false sweetness, “you give me the flask… and we put all this behind us, yeah?”

remmick closes the distance fast, and you’re backed up against the top step. the cold brick wall presses behind you—your only barrier between him and everything you once called safe.

a surge of adrenaline tears through you—sharp and fierce—your last desperate weapon.

“you want this flask, rem? you want it? have it, it’s all—”

you coil your arm back, summoning every ounce of strength in a moment that feels impossibly fragile. then you strike—hard—smashing the flask against his head, “—yours!”

he clutches at his head, curses spilling from his lips in a harsh, ragged breath. stumbling backward, he loses his footing and tumbles down the staircase in a clumsy, chaotic roll.

you stand frozen, tension thick in your bones, watching as he crashes into the foyer below.

when he doesn’t move, the weight of it crashes down on you. your legs give out, and you sink to the floor, burying your face in trembling palms as tears spill free, fat, and hot.

[luckyartdrawer]

(Bitter) Sweet! Art & Drabble

For @divinit3a Café Lunch Rush prompt list! There's still plenty of time before the first prompt is due (Jan 12th), and there's 2 other prompts as well for the month! Definitely check it out lovelies! <3

Drabble name: Instability Of The Heart Contents: Sun x reader, Heavy Pinning, Bitter Sweetness Chosen Words: Clouds, Opals, Celebration, Star-crossed, Letting Go, Hope, Candle Word Count: 1,625

AO3 version now available!

Ch 2. Moon, Ch 3. Eclipse

(Close Ups are also at the bottom <3)

It’s been a whole year…

Unsure how to approach the festivities now, Sun decided to find a quiet spot instead, spending all morning setting things up to participate in his own way. He couldn't not join in, but it just wouldn't be right to go back into the thick of it either.

The not-too-far-off town square, only a mile below his expanse of cloud, is alive in the lieu of celebration. The live orchestra plays the same casual songs, their passion dying the expanse of clouds they rest upon pink with their infectious energy, and the music drifts up clear as day to his ears despite the distance. The community brightens at each strum of a chord, chatter so lively that they create lyrics to their own song. They all are so alight that even once the sun sets, not even a single candle will be necessary to keep the festival bathed in a warm glow.

Sun sighed as he looked towards his namesake, feeling both relief and dread seeing it only moved a little since he last checked, located slightly past the center of the sky above him. Any moment now the square should clear its center and engage in its Hearthwarming Dance.

A spark crackles in his chest, sending longing pangs to his heart and head. It swirls through the burning magma and dips through every ligament, the tips of his fingers and toes buzzing with the itch to do something.

He turns to his partner, waiting for the first note of the new song to swell before grabbing their soft hand and whispering,

“May I have this dance?”

Without his usual banter, Sun embraces them and sways to the familiar beat without hesitation.

Upon closing his eyes, he is suddenly not dancing on a patchy field of clouds, but rather upon a lively opal plaza shimmering in the warm sunlight; the polished stone reflecting all those lovely pink clouds to create a mosaic, speckled with a rainbow of beautiful color.

Yet, the way you shined changed everything. It had completely ruined his view of beauty.

Your smile glistened through the sheer cloud of stardust that orbits around your form. Your eyes were as hypnotic as the ring of light you absorb, blindingly white before turning into a pitch black that's impossible for him to comprehend. He could barely even remember what you wore that day, too busy memorizing your face.

You were a star that had gone supernova, a rarity unseen for the last 3 centuries, let alone for a star of your kind.

Even the thought of your imagery causes him to inhale sharply. He clutches at his partner tightly, mindless of the give as he steps around in a traditional dance.

You were so scared when the change happened all those months ago...

Sun had found you holed up in your dark room, begging him to not look at you. He had initially come over to barge down your door for being an hour late to meet him, only to find your home was unlocked. It wasn't too unusual, so he welcomed himself inside, used to doing so after years of friendship.

His bitterness over how you kept him waiting for so long evaporated at finding your tearful state, almost unrecognizable if it weren't for your usual wear and voice.

He's still ashamed to say that he was enraptured by you despite the state you were in.

You were a glimmering dwarf star before, enchanting enough as is, and yet somehow you turned into something even more bewitching, compounding his years of desire into something even stronger. It felt right. Not to see you sad, but to see you in that form. Everything about it felt like you. The pull was indescribable in every step he took, the very essence of you invading his senses.

As soon as he recounts reassuring you, drying your tears, and pulling you into a hug; he snaps back to having you in his arms in the light of day, grasping his right hand and prancing with ease across the square, expertly avoiding other participants.

The magnetic pull is intense, the need to somehow get closer and closer was nearly impossible to ignore. He wanted to run away from such a force, yet he only clutched your hand tighter as he spun you, pulling your back into his chest and locking you there for a beat too long.

He was so afraid that you could read his every move, regardless of knowing your sheer obliviousness to his desires.

You always playfully indulged his yearly insistence of being your dance partner, yet nothing had come of it from either side. But this time, his gaze was constantly locked with yours, unable to break contact. His possessive grip had ensnared you, barely leaving even an inch between you. He couldn't help but pause, disregarding the mass of bodies moving around him, wanting to hold you forever.

How could it not be obvious?

Regardless, he knew it was inevitable he'd spill out his soul to you soon, barely able to restrain his lips from colliding into yours at that very moment.

He hoped, he prayed, he begged like a mantra to the celestial mother that you'd feel the same. That this magnetism isn't so one sided. That restraint would one day be unnecessary and he'd finally be able to drink in the flavor of your kiss.

Only mere seconds had passed when he released you from his hold, continuing the dance as if nothing happened. Perhaps to you, nothing did happen.

Would that explain what had happened?

He spent that whole day with you, following you to vendors with traditional carbon foods and indulging in your proximity as you'd graze hands and bump shoulders on occasion, finally left comfortably alone as the town's people were accustomed to your new appearance by then.

He was more than happy to scoop you up the moment you said you were getting tired and overwhelmed. You insisted that you didn't want the fun to end, but he could tell by the sound of your voice that you at least needed a change of pace.

The sun was setting when he leapt up stray puffs of clouds to the field above the plaza. He pranced in circles, leaping gaps to the dying beats of music, and teasing about dropping you through them when you didn't believe he could cross. Your rivers of laughter only fueled his audacity, as he never wanted to hear them end. Inevitably, his foot barely slipped off the edge of one of his more daring jumps, causing the two of you to fall forward and collide with the cloud beneath you.

Despite the grunt the two of you made at the impact, you were quick to laugh at Sun’s failure, teasing him about his cockiness biting him in the behind.

But Sun couldn't ignore the press of his body on top of yours, the echoing melody of your voice ensnaring his throat, refusing to allow him to even draw breath, let alone words. His mind fogged over, the only reprieve to his pinning troubles all pointed towards you, and he desperately needed that relief.

Your lips were more delicious than he could have ever dreamed of, your endearing expression was wide eyed and glowing.

Glowing so much that he actually had to close his eyes for a moment to recuperate, despite how much he wanted to savor your appearance.

And then with a fluttering blink, he's back in the present, kneeling down in the same position over some sad facimally of you. The cloud he molded this morning was mangled already from his delusions, but due to his fall it had melded into the cloud below it, its pink color feeling more taunting than sweet.

Sun looked down at his hand to find a tiny piece of said cloud still in it, a tear welling up in his eye.

It was too fitting.

In that original moment, it was as if you dissolved right in his arms after that kiss, but he refuses to believe anything bad happened. He searched your home, your favorite places, and even contacted your friends and family. No one knew where you were.

Some believed you to be dead after he finally admitted what happened between the two of you.

He vehemently denied that possibility, despite the plausibility. You were barely older than he was, still spry with centuries of life ahead of you. You couldn't just die from a kiss…

The only spark of hope he was given was when he questioned one of the elder Neutron stars, one of whom recalled personally knowing a singular supernova; one who had been taken suddenly to a world beyond the sky to contain their unstable make up. They had returned only once to explain their departure, before saying goodbye for their next one shortly after.

Sun brought the small puff of cloud to his lips – it should have been your hand.

He couldn't repress the tear that escaped him.

It's been a year since your disappearance. He still hasn't given up on his star-crossed lover, if he may even call you that. Your sudden departure left him wanting, stagnant, unsure of so many things.

If you reciprocated, wouldn't you have come back to him by now..?

Overtime, many have caught onto his depressed demeanor and advised him that it's best to learn to let go.

Preaching that waiting is fruitless.

Denouncing the Neutron’s tall tale of some magical plain snatching you away.

Scolding Sun for ruining his life over some runaway star.

However, he cannot help it; you own all the hope he has left. As he is unfortunately, completely, woefully in love with you.

Close Ups!

[babyjakes]

a diamond's gotta shine.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.

word count | 1,425

an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33

"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."

Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.

"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.

As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.

"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.

"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."

"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.

He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.

Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.

You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.

The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.

It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.

Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.

"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.

"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.

"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"

His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"

Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.

"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.

"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.

He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."

[wonkibrainrot]

‼️BOYCOTT SM‼️

If Seunghan does not show up tomorrow do not give up boycotting.

[flashphotograph]

Steve began to feel a little jealous of Eddie’s hair after he started using Steve’s shampoo. Eddie’s curls were already beautiful, but now they were more defined. They were bouncy, buttery soft and shinier than ever.  Steve loved to bury his nose in them when he kissed Eddie’s head in the morning—and again at night before he fell asleep. He also didn’t mind when Eddie used his lap as a pillow. Steve would run his fingers through them mindlessly while they watched TV, ruffling Eddie’s bangs every now and then. Steve spent half the time looking down at Eddie instead of whatever they were watching. Eddie was so pretty. Steve found himself saying that out loud more often than just thinking it. Eddie’s reaction was almost always the same: he would scrunch up his nose, his cheeks would flush the nicest, rosiest shade that complimented his skin tone, and he would argue that Steve was much better looking than he was, so Steve doubled down. “It’s true, Eds. You’d think people would’ve called you ‘The Hair’.”

[ravenwriter16]

'Star's Don't Shine...They Burn' with no context

Y/n reading a book: Peace and quiet... Random Noble going to ask them a question: Hey there, my lady--, Sun kicking the door down: NOPE! NOPE NOPE NOPE! Moon grabbing the Noble: No bothering Starlight! Noble: What?! It's a public library! Sun helping Moon drag the guy out: Yes, but Sunflower said to give her ONE HOUR to herself- Moon: -then we get to spend the rest of the day with her. Sun: Without any complaint from her as well! Y/n slamming book shut: Oh for star's sake-GET OUT! Sun and Moon dragging the guy out: Sorry sweetie! We love you~! Y/n throws the book at them... ***

[angelxd-3303]

To say that Nimona had made it an uphill battle for Ambrosius was a tragic understatement. Ever since she'd reappeared in true chaotic fashion, the 'Golden Boy' didn't think he'd ever received more dirty looks. With Nimona incessantly pressing herself between him and her 'boss', Ambrosius was left wondering if this was how others had seen him. Back before...yeah...

Even now, weeks later, Nimona was cuddled into Ballister's side while swatting Ambrosius with her tail. It was a scarlet whip like appendage with an arrowhead tip, and Bal grasped it to keep her from smacking him again. Nimona huffed, shifting into an otter and snuggling into Ballister's lap. The brunet ran his fingers through her fur, sighing deeply.

As annoying as it was to be pushed away from his boyfriend, Ambrosius had to admit that he was grateful for Nimona's protectiveness. The way she defended Bal, even when the whole world stood against him.

'Including me.' He thought bitterly, looking away. He and Ballister had talked about the whole thing, of course. They'd spent many days after the collapse of the wall sitting in Ambrosius' apartment crying and holding each other through choked apologies. Once it got out that Bal had been living in a broken down tower, Ambrosius had spared no expense in fixing it up so they could move in together. Since everything that happened, he wanted nothing more than to get out of the city. Now they sat in the newly renovated tower living room, scrolling through Netflix to wind down for the evening.

There were times where Ambrosius wondered if he'd ever regain the kind of relationship he had with Ballister before. Did he completely mess it all up?

"Hey, can you grab the popcorn Bambi?"

Ambrosius' breath caught in his throat. He hadn't heard that nickname since they were kids! He and Nimona both whipped around to stare at Ballister. The brunet was transfixed on the TV, clearly unaware of his slip-up. A fond smile spread across Ambrosius' face, and he stood up. As he walked around the back of the couch, Ambrosius placed a gentle kiss to Ballister's temple.

"Sure thing, Thumper."

Ambrosius strolled into the kitchen, chuckling at the rapid footsteps behind him. Nimona grabbed his arm, jerking him down to her level.

"What the hell?? Bambi?! Thumper?! Wha-?!" She sputtered. Ambrosius laughed, setting up the popcorn machine.

"Heh, yeah. Kind of an inside joke." He replied. Nimona gestured impatiently. Ambrosius smiled softly.

"Well, when we were kids, Bal had a hard time... pronouncing things. He didn't have access to a lot of the education that I did, and he kinda found other ways to say things."

"So he started calling you Bambi?"

"Well, it's easier than Ambrosius, right?" Nimona shrugged.

"I guess so." Ambrosius chuckled.

"The teachers at the Institute all thought it was so cute that no one corrected him. I gotta admit... it's nice to hear it again." Nimona tilted her head as Ambrosius leaned back against the counter.

"Yeah?" He nodded.

"I...I feel sometimes like everything I did to him has ruined our relationship. Like we'll never be as close as we were. I guess hearing it kinda..." He struggled to explain.

"Reminds you that the foundation is still there." Nimona finished. Ambrosius looked up at her, surprised. She raised a brow.

"What? I wasn't born yesterday. I'm older than both of you combined." She deadpanned. Ambrosius chuckled, pouring the popcorn into bowls.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." As they returned to the couch, Nimona leaned in to whisper:

"You know I'm never letting you live this down, right 'Bambi'?" Ambrosius gave her a fake look of annoyance, face splitting into a grin as they sat down.

If Ambrosius noticed that Nimona let him sit next to Ballister on the couch, he didn't say anything. Counting it as a victory, he pulled Bal into his arms and cuddled him close.

'I've got to be the luckiest man alive.' He thought, as Ballister melted into his arms just as he did before. Nimona leaned into his side with crossed arms, not without giving him a light smack with her tail.

[emile-tb]

A long overdue drawing of Black (Black belongs to @blackkatdraws2!)

[mykoreanlove]

A whisper in the dark 😈

<<< previous chapter

The night air was thick, wrapping around you like a suffocating veil as you stormed down the dimly lit streets. Your heart pounded heavily —not from exertion, but from the frustration clawing at your ribs, desperate to be let out.

"I won’t kill you."

Taemin’s words wouldn’t leave your head.

"Forget it. I’m not turning you."

You wiped at your eyes furiously, barely registering the cold against your skin. The night stretched endlessly before you, the streets deserted except for the occasional flicker of a neon sign.

It wasn’t fair.

Why did Taemin get to decide how this ended? Why did he get to live forever while you counted down the years, waiting for the moment you’d be too old, too broken, too human for him?

Your chest ached, a deep, unbearable pressure that no amount of pacing could fix. You wanted to scream. To tear at your own skin. To be someone else—someone who didn’t have an expiration date.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t see him at first. Didn’t notice the way he leaned against the flickering streetlamp, arms crossed, smirk perfectly in place. Didn’t realize you were being watched.

“You look lost, princess.”

The voice was smooth—like a whispered secret, a blade dipped in honey.

You froze. Something in your body responded before your brain could catch up, your breath hitching, skin prickling with unease. Your gaze snapped to the figure by the lamp.

He was tall—his lean frame draped in something dark and unapologetically expensive. Midnight hair fell carelessly over piercing eyes, his entire presence humming with a slow, lethal confidence.

His smirk widened when he saw you staring. Like he knew something you didn’t. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You weren’t stupid. This wasn’t just some random guy. There was something dangerous about him. Something that set off alarms in the back of your mind, telling you to run.

But you didn’t. You squared your tense shoulders, forcing your voice to stay steady. “I’m not lost.”

A chuckle. Low. Amused. Like he didn’t believe you. “I suppose not.” He tilted his head, eyes raking over you like he was reading every thought you’d ever had. A beat of silence passed between you, thick with something unspoken.

Then—

“You know exactly where you’re going, don’t you?”

Your stomach twisted. There was something about his voice—something unsettlingly familiar. Then it hit you. Your heart halted. “You’re… like him.”

The moment the words left your lips, his smirk deepened. “Like Taemin?” His voice was silk and shadow. “Yes. But no.”

He pushed off the lamp post, his movements too smooth, too controlled. “Taemin fears what he is.” He took a slow step forward. “I don’t.”

Something inside you shifted. There it was again—that coil of unease tightening in your chest. You took a step back, your voice barely above a whisper. “Who are you?”

A slow smile. A quick step forward. He took your fragile hand into his, not forceful, yet determined, placing an ice-cold kiss on top of your hand.

“Kai.”

The name slithered down your spine, wrapping around your ribs like a vice.

Kai.

Even the name felt sharp. He studied your reaction, the amusement in his gaze shifting into something sharper, more calculated. “You’re hurting.” His voice softened, the smugness melting into something dangerously close to understanding. “Taemin won’t turn you, is that it?”

You flinched, revoking your hand, your fingers clenching into fists. He let out a soft hum, tilting his head. “It’s exhausting, isn’t it? The waiting. The hoping. The endless feeling of being—” He paused, watching you carefully. “Disposable.”

Your breath caught. “I’m not—”

Kai tsked, stepping closer. You should have stepped back. You should have left. But his presence held you there, locked in place. “You think he’s protecting you, don’t you?” His voice was softer now, coaxing. Like he was offering something. Your throat tightened.

“He is.” But your voice wasn’t as steady as you wanted it to be. Kai smiled. Like he’d been expecting that answer. “Or maybe…” He leaned in, his breath cool against your skin. “He’s controlling you.”

Your stomach dropped. “No—”

“Oh, come on.” His chuckle was like smoke curling around your ribs, thick and suffocating. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought it.” Your pulse pounded. Kai circled you slowly, like a predator playing with its food.

“He loves you, doesn’t he?” He arched a brow. “So why won’t he give you what you want?” Your mouth opened. Then closed. Kai’s smirk widened. “Because it’s not about you. It’s about him.”

He stepped closer.

“He’s been alive for how long now? A hundred years? Two? You think you’re the first person he’s ever loved?”

Your chest tightened. You hated how his words dug into your insecurities, the ones you tried so hard to bury. Kai sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “If he truly wanted you, he wouldn’t hesitate.” His gaze darkened, voice dipping lower. “I wouldn’t hesitate, princess.”

The air crackled, electric and dangerous. Your fingers curled into fists. “Why are you telling me this?” Kai smirked. Like he’d been waiting for this question. “Because,” he murmured, eyes gleaming, “if he won’t turn you… I will.”

Your heart stopped. The world tilted. The weight of his offer slammed into your chest. You swallowed, hard. Your mind screamed no, but your body… your heart… hesitated. Kai saw it. He could smell it in the air—your doubt, your longing, your desperation.

And he thrived on it. He extended a hand, his voice smooth and inviting. “Let me give you what he won’t.”

Your breath came out shaky. You knew this was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought. But as you stared at Kai’s outstretched hand, you couldn’t ignore the hunger in your chest—the need to finally have a choice.

You reached out. But just before your fingers brushed his—

A voice sliced through the night like a blade. “Get away from her.” Your heart leapt. You spun around—

And there he was.

Taemin.

>>> Next chapter

[spacequokka]

Page 156

Prompt: You just need to be patient. You can’t expect everything to happen perfectly the first time. That just isn’t fair.

You looked at Taemin, then the pile of clay shaped like a dick, then back at him. “I don’t want it to be perfect. Just less…dildo-y.”

He hid his mouth behind his arm and laughed. “Okay. I can show you how to shape it. Is it okay if I stand behind you?”

“Sure. I’ll do anything to end up with something I can actually show my mom.”

He came around the table and stood behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder lightly as his hands ghosted down your arms to your hands. His breath gently blew across your cheek as he guided you. “You were doing great. Kept it wet and centered.” He started the wheel and dipped your hands into the bowl of water. “But maybe you could use your left hand for force and use your right for support.” He pushed your hand and demonstrated the force needed. “And you go faster when centering than you do when shaping.” Once the clay turned into a dome, he pressed your thumbs into the center. “See? Just like that!” he said, his voice a mix of encouragement and mischief. You could feel the warmth radiating from him as he adjusted your grip, and it was hard to focus on the clay with all the sensations swirling around you.

“Okay, okay, I think I get it,” you replied, trying to suppress a giggle while concentrating on not ruining the dome shape. “But this still looks like something I wouldn’t want my mom to see.”

Taemin chuckled softly. “Maybe we should aim for ‘abstract art’ instead of realism then,” he teased. “The key is to embrace the imperfections.” He leaned in closer so you could hear him over the whirring wheel. “Just remember—if it doesn’t look good at first, we can always squish it back down and start again.”

You nodded, feeling more at ease with each wheel rotation under your hands. The rhythm was therapeutic. Even if your creation wasn't museum-worthy yet, you were having fun experimenting with shapes and forms alongside Taemin’s playful guidance. As minutes passed and laughter filled the air from playful jabs about your artistic choices, something clicked into place—not just in terms of clay, but also in how comfortable you were sharing this moment with him. Maybe crafting imperfect dildos wasn’t such a bad way to spend an afternoon after all.