#peniel: going home ^~^

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Volume: Up

"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."

Summary: In which heart throb K-Pop Idol, Bangchan, just shows you how 'Christopher' he can really be.

MDNI 18+ Only

TW: idol!Chan, IdolTrainee!Y/N(fem!), drinking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), smut in general, dirty talk, swearing, masturbation, dumification, nipple play (fem!), cum on stomach, PleasureDom!Chan, switch!reader (fem!), pull out, cum on stomach, let me know if I missed anything!

Italics are in Korean. Bold is in Spanish. Rest in English.

Volume Series: Part One | Part Two | ?

You were still in awe.

You started your career as an idol fairly late in the game, making you older than most. But, when you entered the world of K-pop, you knew this was what you were meant to do. You were already creating music since you were young, and how hard could it be?

Very.

There were days as a trainee when you felt like giving up. You left your friends and family back home to pursue your dream, and after years, you still felt like you were right back at the same spot you started. Never moving. Stagnant.

That's when you discovered Stray Kids. Watching their debut to where they are now. It motivated you.

Then, one day, your company announces that they want you to lead a team. They presented you with suitable candidates for your girl group, but something in you felt like something wasn't right. "Sorry," you apologize to your board. "But, if I may be so bold as to recruit my own members?"

You wanted a family. Craved friendship beyond just another gig. And, well, let's say it worked out very well for you.

This brings you to the present day--standing in DIV studio, surrounded by its members, to do an interview. Your group was just starting out and already doing well. You've posted a couple of dance practices and some ballad covers you performed as a group, tracking some major views across all social media. DIV wanted to be the first to be a part of the soon-to-be international hype.

"You ready?" Eric smiled at you as the crew set up your microphone. You nodded happily. The rest of your group couldn't make it due to schedule. It felt weird not having the rest of your girls around you, but knew this wasn't an opportunity you just passed up.

Time passes, and so far, the interview is going great. It was amazing being around like-minded people. And, it was also nice being able to curse and not have to worry about your 'imagine' among them. They were free to be who they wanted. They wanted to break the mold; conformity was not in their dictionary. It took a while to let your company agree to the interview in the first place, but this was the direction you wanted to take the group. To be yourself and just produce music.

"Okay, so next up is the heart rate challenge." Eric smiled. You were divided into teams; you and Eric vs. Peniel and BM. The winner would be dubbed by the lowest combined heart rate.

"You're going down!" BM teased as Peniel hyped him up in the back. You grin brightly.

"Considering you boys are literally jumping around before the monitor is even placed, I think it's safe to say we'll win."

"Oh okay, that's how it's gonna be??" Peniel laughed. "Then let's make a bet; the loser buys everyone barbeque!"

Eric and you agreed in a heartbeat. You were already craving galbi and rice. Peniel essentially just bought the dinner you were going to buy tonight anyway.

As the heart monitors are placed, you try your best to stay calm. You were an anxious person in general, but when push comes to shove, you always had a way of relaxing yourself.

Peniel and BM went first. Eric and you teased them relentlessly during their time duration of 5 minutes. Peniel started blushing during his time up when you started throwing winks and kisses his way. Their combined score was 250.

"That's not far!" Peniel groaned as the video crew asked for a short break to recalibrate their equipment. "She's too cute, like how does someone not get flustered?"

"It's all fun and games in love and war," you winked at him. Everyone laughed except Peniel, who just took out his phone and pouted. His fingers typed furiously on his keyboard. Once it was time to get the cameras rolling again, Peniel had a knowing smirk on his face. You couldn't help but wonder what he was concocting. You just knew he was plotting his revenge against you.

Eric went first. Despite the constant harassment Peniel and BM gave him, you couldn't help but laugh at their jabs. "You're supposed to be on my team!" Eric roared at you at his last 10 seconds on the clock. Despite everything, his heart rate totaled to 120. All you had to do was ignore the comments for a minute. You got this. You sat down in the middle of the floor and crossed your legs, getting in an almost meditative position. The rest followed. Then the buzzer started.

"So," Peniel started as soon as the timer started going. "You learned Korean by yourself, right?"

You shot him a distrusting glance. "Yes..."

Peniel and BM nodded their heads slowly. "Interesting"/"Yes, yes, very interesting." Eric shot you a glance. He could feel it, too. Based on how the two acted Eric's turn was completely different, they were calm. Too calm. They were up to something.

"One might say," Peniel feigned thoughtfulness by stroking his chin. "You had an interest in learning Korean before you even had thought of becoming a trainee."

Crap. He saw the clip.

Before your group days, you would do little lives here and there. Just want to document your early days and interact with anyone who wants to chat. During that time, you mentioned the real reason you learned Korean was to easily watch interviews without the need for subtitles. Then you casually mentioned how much of a fan you were for a certain boy group. Your fans, which was very little back then, took those clips and circulated them online. Which was fine. It gained some traction that you were a STAY and helped grow your platform. It was a bit embarrassing, essentially admitting that you only learned the language to watch their episodes and lives to get full context. But, hey, it also helped you get to where you are today.

Getting bullied by two idols so they don't have to pay for your dinner.

"Yes, Peniel. I learned Korean so I can watch Stray Kids' interviews live." You roll your eyes but keep track of where your monitor is. 95bpm. Not bad. So long as you stayed below 130, that galbi was yours.

Peniel and BM continued to stroke their chins. "Interesting"/"Yes, yes, very... Stray Kids fan. Very cool"

Peniel held up a finger before leaving the room. You looked around at the crew, confused. Eric laughed and peered after him; "Where is he going?"

His question was answered as Peniel stepped back into the room with a shorter figure behind him. You moved around to peer behind Peniel, and when you locked eyes with the guest, your heart rate shot up. 110bpm.

Eric and BM rose to give a small bow when Chan said his hellos. You stayed still in your place. Embarrassment immediately washed over you. But you took a deep breath in and out, 3 minutes until you can freak out. 3 minutes, and you can process every single emotion you are feeling.

Chan gave you a little wave, his dimples showing as he smiled. Ugh, he might as well shoot you in the heart right now.

"You're not gonna stand up?" Peniel teased. You immediately shook your head. As much as you wanted to say hi, dinner was calling your name. Seeing Chan in the flesh was amazing. But Galbi beat everything at this moment. BM smiled brightly and motioned for Chan to take a seat next to you. How sweet.

2 minutes. 115bpm.

You bowed your head slightly to say hello, still a bit too stunned to speak. Chan gave a small head bow back. "Sorry about this," he chuckled. You told him it was okay, but still unable to make eye contact. Despite that, you knew he looked incredible. He always did.

Focus! You tried to snap yourself out of it and took deep breaths. In and out. In and out.

"So... you learned Korean to watch us live? That's sweet," Chan felt awkward all of a sudden. When Peniel texted him, this wasn't what he expected to be doing during the interview. "How many languages do you know?"

You close your eyes and focus back on the game. Here you were making casual conversation, while 3 other idols were jabbing at you, trying to get your heart rate back up. "Four; English, Korean, Japanese, and Spanish."

"Holy crap, how is it going down?!" Eric looked at the monitor and backed up at you. You kept your eyes closed, trying to maintain a steady rhythm. Everyone but Chan was losing their shit.

You could hear BM jump to his feet. The impending doom of a very large bill drove his heart rate up. "Chan, do something!" He exclaimed in Korean. Chan giggled next to you; "What? What do I do?"

"Hit on her!" Peniel got up as well. All attention is now on Chan. Eric stood up and pointed at the two competitors; "Hey! Hey! You leave her alone!"

You couldn't help but chuckle; "I was subscribed to his bubble. I was in the trenches with the rest of STAY. There's nothing he can say that I haven't heard."

Chan clicked his teeth with his tongue. His eyes narrowed. A challenge. He looked at you, with your eyes still closed, before casting his gaze over at Eric. "Anyway, we can mute our mics for a sec?"

Your eyes shot open.

1 minute. 120bpm.

BM ran over to mute your mic. As soon as he backed up, Chan leaned in close to your ear. His breath tickled your cheek, and you had to close your eyes again. 125 bpm. 30 seconds.

"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."

Chan wasn't expecting you to turn your head so quickly towards him. The way your face flushed. Your eyes wide. Everything about you was making his heart race. You locked eyes with him and felt like you couldn't breathe. This was it. That free galbi was gone.

The buzzer went off.

Everyone turned to the monitor.

129bpm.

You shot up from your seat and hugged Eric. Peniel and BM groaned at their loss. Chan laughed as he watched the two of you jumping around, singing about free barbeque.

He took a moment to sneak a look at you, his gaze traveling up and down. The way your hair bounced with you and how your outfit was snuggling your curves just right. He stood up as Eric said their sign-off. Once the cameras were shut off, the teasing started between the four. Peniel placed his arm around the younger idol and pulled him in a side hug. "It's okay," he reassured Chan. "It's not entirely your fault. A good majority of it. But, not fully."

Chan laughed and rolled his eyes. Everyone came up to thank him for coming over. That's when he locked eyes with you again, giving him a bright smile.

You gave the bow you weren't able to give before, formally introducing yourself. You all talked for a bit until you felt your hunger start to spike up; "Okay, so when are we getting dinner?"

The group settled for a time later tonight so everyone could get ready. BM invites Chan to tag along.

"No no," Chan shook his head, not wanting to impose. Peniel tickled his stomach as the rest of the group tried to get him to agree. You couldn't help but chime in. Part of you being selfish and wanting to spend more time with him and also wanting to get a jab in at Peniel and BM; "Come on, it'll be fun. And free!"

Chan looked at you. It was subtle, but his cheeks turned a bit red. "Y-yea, okay."

Chan made his way back to his dorm. The rest of the members who share the space are away on their own schedules. It was rare for Chan to spend the night alone.

He groaned as he plopped on the couch. He was still a bit jet lagged from flying from NYC back home. Laying his head on the back of the couch, he tried to take a nap before having to get ready to head out for dinner with you and the rest of the group.

You.

His mind was restless, and for some reason, they kept fluttering back to you. No matter how much he tried to push them out, he couldn't stop thinking about your big doe eyes. The way your breath hitched as he leaned in. The perfume you were wearing.

Was it Channel? Gucci? Whatever it was, it was flowery like a spring day. He could still smell it on his clothes oh so slightly.

Biting his lower lip, he got up from his seat and headed to the shower. The warm water was welcoming as he tried to clear his head. Unfortunately, it seemed there was only one thing to rid him of these thoughts.

The amount of guilt he felt once he stroked his cock to the thought of you was soon discarded as his mind wandered even more.

What were you like? Did you relinquish control or demand it? Were your lips as soft as he can imagine? Your mouth--oh God. How would it feel to have it wrapped around him? Were you a moaner? A screamer? Could he scramble your brain so much that you scream for him in Korean? Would you come in multiple languages?

He sped up his pace even faster. Water cascaded down his back as he faced the tile bathroom wall. One hand on the structure to ground him as he lost himself at the thought of you. He leaned his head back as he felt himself building and building. The warm water was a comforting feeling on his scalp.

The way he would take you as soon as you entered the dorm. No words, just a clash of flesh as he stripped you of your clothes and bent you over the couch. He wouldn't waste any time and would just thrust into your--oh God. How would you feel around his dick? How tight--

He muffled a moan as he came on his hand. The shower washed away any evidence of his inappropriate thoughts of you. He panted heavily and stood under the water for a couple of moments, pleasure rippling through him soon to be replaced with an abundant amount of guilt for getting off to someone he barely knew.

Maybe that was the thrill of it. Maybe the thought of having someone who didn't know his ups and downs is what did it for him.

Chan didn't have time to dwell on the thought as the time to meet up was fast approaching. And he hated to admit, but the thought of seeing you made his now softening cock twitch.

By the time Chan arrived at the restaurant, platters and drinks were spread across the shared table. BM and Peniel bought out a room so they could enjoy their meal without prying eyes. Chan could hear them hollering in the room before he even opened the door. His ears rang as they all loudly greeted him.

"Look who finally made it!" Peniel laughed as Chan took a seat across from them. Eric and BM were putting meat on the grill as they said their greetings. Chan couldn't help but scan the room, taking note that you weren't there. He tried to play it cool as he asked if you were running late.

"She texted us saying there was something she needed to finish up at home," BM answered him. Eric couldn't help but wiggle his eyebrows at Chan.

"Why? Scared she might not come?"

"No, no." Chan chuckled awkwardly while looking off to the side. "Was just wondering, is all."

The boys all made cooing noises. A flush of embarrassment washed over Chan at their teasing. Peniel smirked; "Wouldn't blame you, she's gorgeous!"

Chan poured himself a shot of soju, trying his best to drown out their teasing and take the stress away. The three men quit their teasing and talked about mundane things; schedules, new music coming out, and how big the bags under Chan's eyes were.

"I just flew back from New York!"

"Doesn't matter! Ever heard of eye cream!"

They were laughing at one another by the time you entered the room. Everyone stood up to greet you with a bow, and you bowed back. Gesturing for them to take their seats again. "Sounds like a party in here," you smiled as you took a seat next to Chan. He took note of how you wore your hair up in a messy bun, showing off your silver necklace. That flowery smell radiated off of you, and he had to lean a bit to the side so it didn't flood his senses in all the right ways.

"Is that soju or vodka?" You spot a filled shot glass from across the table. "Actually, it doesn't matter. Hand me it."

Chan watched you down the shot with a smile and motioned for Eric to pour you another one. "Hard day?"

The second shot went down a bit smoother and you gave him a grin. "You can say that."

He didn't need to know that the line he whispered in your ear had stressed you out to your core. It was possibly the hottest thing any man has ever said to you. It was all you could think about by the time you reached your dorm. His voice echoed in the back of your mind causing your body to feel hot.

He didn't need to know the real reason why you were late to dinner.

That you were squirming on your bed, rubbing yourself furiously between your legs. Trying to get all the tension out of your body before having to see him again.

And now you were sitting next to him. The man responsible for one of the best solo sessions in your life.

"I mean, I did have to spend half the day with these three." You gestured to the rest of the group who just booed at you. Eric rolled up a napkin and threw it your way, causing you to laugh.

As you and the group ate and drank, the room was beginning to get louder and louder. It wasn't long until everyone became tipsy.

You just finished cooking up your Galbi and offered it to the rest of the group who everyone, except Chan, declined. You used the tongs to bring it over to his plate before attempting to cut it. "Damn things," you huffed under your breath. The scissors were dull and worn out. Trying to cut through the meat was as effective as slicing a rib-eye with a spoon.

"Here," Chan grabbed the tongs and scissors from your hand. Despite the very brief time that his fingers brushed yours, you couldn't help but blush a bit as he gave you your half. You didn't have time to feel embarrassed as you caught Eric eyeing the two of you. He had his fingers interlaced and resting his head on them.

"You two look cute together~"

"Shut up," you mumble and grab some kimchi to add to your plate.

Chan sat quietly next to you. He plopped some food in his mouth, the best excuse he had to not comment. BM chuckled before pouring another round of drinks. "What did you say to her anyway? Peniel was screaming so loud I couldn't even hear it."

The two of you were sitting so close to one another, that you could feel Chan stiffen next to you. No doubt, wanting to avoid another round of ridicule from his colleagues.

"Awe, jealous he wasn't whispering in your ear instead?"

That snarky reply was all it took for the other two boys to holler and tease the living crap out of him. As the night progressed, soon talk of continuing the party commenced. Chan mentioned he had a free dorm tonight.

"You in?"  Eric asked you. You looked up from your plate of Galbi and rice. You were so distracted by your plate that you didn't realize they were all waiting for your answer. You hesitated. You obviously had this attraction to Chan since the interview. Hell since even before you became a trainee. The frustration of him being so near, mixed with alcohol, might just be the equation for something disastrous.

Chan bit his lower lip while sneaking a glance at you. He knew it was stupid to invite everyone over. To invite you over. He was already feeling the effects of drinking so much, trying to keep pace with everyone. What if he slipped up? Did something that made you hate him?

But then a wonderful thought popped into his mind: What if something amazing happened?

"It'll be fun," Chan gave you his shy grin. Your heart raced as you two locked eyes. How could you say no to that face?

"You got this," you whispered to yourself as you stood in front of Chan's door. It wasn't every day you're invited to a celebrity's apartment. Especially one that you've imagined in bed with when you're stressed out after work. Everyone left in their own taxi after dinner, planning to meet up at Chan's. You stayed a bit behind to make some phone calls to your family overseas, promising that you would be there soon. "Totally normal get-together. Nothing to worry about."

After a couple of seconds, you gather enough courage to knock on the door. A moment or two the door swings open and Chan stands there. God, he looked great with his messy hair, black tee, and joggers. Giving him that ready-for-bed look--

"Wait, were you asleep?"

Chan's face turned red. He was in bed. But he definitely wasn't sleeping.

"They didn't text you? They got a call on the way over, their schedule moved up earlier in the morning so they headed back home."

Oh.

You pull out your phone and groan. "Batteries dead." You just had to make those calls? You knew your mom could talk your ear off.

"Sorry," you put the phone back in your pocket. Taking a step back, you start to head out. "Have a good night."

"Wait!" He couldn't just let you leave. It could be from all the alcohol, but watching you saunter away felt wrong. He wanted you near him. To stay. "It's late... You can charge your phone and call a cab here if you want."

You didn't fight it. You know you should've. Chan was right, it was late. The responsible thing to do would be to go home. But that didn't stop you from sitting on his couch waiting for your phone to charge enough to call your ride. The two of you scrolled through YouTube on his TV, chatting about anything that came to mind as you both sipped on some mixed drinks Chan concocted when you first entered the apartment.

It was weird. Without the others, conversation flowed almost naturally between you two.

"You mean to tell me, you've never watched any of your own fan cams?!" You exclaimed. Chan shook his head and laughed shyly.

"No, it felt weird watching close-ups of myself if that makes sense?"

"You really should, they always look phenomenal!"

You grabbed the remote to scroll through the recommended videos to watch. Chan took the opportunity took look you over for the umpteenth time tonight. Here he was just in joggers and an oversized shirt while you sported a cute long-sleeved crop top and tight jeans. He had to grab the pillow next to him to cover up the bulge he was sporting.

You settled on a music video by RenMakesMusic.  The strum of the guitar had Chan bobbing his head along to the beat. The lyrics were a bit dark but meaningful. "This is good," Chan mused. "Turn it up a bit."

You gladly obliged with a smile, pressing the remote's volume button so his subwoofers would have to do some heavy lifting. Music filled the apartment as the two of you watched the video. You didn't realize it initially, but your shoulder pressed against his. You slowly shifted to your right, to create distance not trying to give him the wrong impression, but were surprised when he leaned back into you. It was comforting.

It was right.

"Everything okay?"

Chan's question broke through your mind wandering. You felt your cheeks heat up a bit. "Y-yea, um. Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, to the right."

Chan watched as you made your way to the guest bathroom. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on your backside. Once you disappeared, he leaned further back into the couch and groaned.

What was he doing? Letting you in this late, checking you out when you weren't looking, trying to get any physical contact no matter how little it was. It was stress, it had to be. His schedule has been so hectic lately his body was trying to find relief since his mind was almost running amock. Chan was so lost in thought that he let YouTube play on in the background. Not paying much attention to what was playing.

When you exited the bathroom, you were greeted with bongos and macarenas bouncing through the dorm. Peaking around the corner you spotted Chan leaning against the couch. He had his head back against the rest, his eyes closed. But despite his worn-down posture, he was still tapping his foot to the beat. "Aw, come on--you call that dancing?"

Your voice brought back his focus. His side smile gave you butterflies and you couldn't help but wear your own when he quipped; "Like you know how to dance to this?"

"Alright, Christopher. Get up." You grabbed the remote next to him and turned up the stereo even more. Hopefully, anyone living above or below the apartment wouldn't be able to hear how the bass shook the walls.

His grin widened at the name change. Almost nobody called him that anymore. There was a fine line between 'Chan' and 'Christopher', one that you seemed to be willing to cross.

What else were you willing to do?

Your hand was extended to him as you stood above him from his seat. The gleam in your eye was bright, almost playful. There was this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Bubbly and light. How the light casts around your silhouette made him realize why he felt the way he did when his eyes locked on you.

You were a goddess.

"You just gonna sit there? Come on, get up."

He didn't know what you said, but by the way, you grabbed onto his hand and pulled him from his seat, he knew he was in no position to argue.

You were a tough dance instructor. You corrected almost every misstep in Spanish. He couldn't comprehend your scolding, but he'll be damned to admit that at this point, he was doing it on purpose. There was something incredibly hot about being reprimanded in an unknown language.

"Dear all that is mighty," you sighed. "You're too stiff, loosen up a bit. Here, why don't you take the lead instead."

That caused his brain to malfunction a bit. He stuttered like a middle school kid being asked to dance for the first time. Without waiting for a reply, you grab his hands in yours and guide them on your body.  His hold on your waist was firm, but not too tough. He didn't want to scare you away. Not when he was so close to you he could smell your shampoo. Especially, not when you wrapped your arms around his neck and those eyes of yours were peering into his soul as you two stepped to the fast beat.

"Feel how my hips are moving?"

Oh, you bet he does.

Pushing those thoughts away, Chan tried to mimic your movement. "That's better!" You praised it, and it took everything in him not to press his body flush against yours right at that moment. He hated to admit it, but as the next song played, something with a slower tempo, every step you took with him around the living room, he somehow magically ended up closer to you.

This is the part where both of you could blame the alcohol.

You both were too inebriated to notice the fact that your phone was fully charged, that your fingers started to play with the bottom of his hair, or the fact that your faces were so close together. Chan's forehead rested on yours as the playlist finally died down to a softer ballad. YouTube ironically telling you two to slow down. But neither showing signs of listening.

"We...are going down a path you might regret." Chan closed his eyes to help steady his breathing. How were you able to do this earlier today? He felt like his heart was going to combust on the spot.

"That I might regret?" You whispered. Being this close to him felt surreal. You were sure you were about to wake up in your bed feeling very frustrated. "You won't?"

The feel of the pressure of your body was draining all his excitement from his chest to his dick. Another form of pressure was beginning to press against his underwear. A flood of penance sprung as quickly as his blood flowed to his quickening erection. "We just barely met. We don't know each other."

You pull away slightly so you can look up at him.

"Then, get to know me."

Chan knew this wasn't what you meant. But, it was too late to turn back now.

You were half-naked, a trail of clothes leading to his room.

For every question he asked, an article of your outfit was essentially ripped off you. Every question you answered, you returned the favor.

"Favorite food?" Whoops, there goes that necklace.

"Beef jerky with sticky rice." Goodbye, Chan's shirt!

He kissed you deeply and backed you up towards his bed. A brief pause as you fell into the soft cushions and he stared down at you. Your lips were puffy, chest rising and falling as you were trying to catch your breath. As much as he reveled in the thought of you being a goddess, there was something about bringing down a higher power that made him absolutely feral. Breaking you down bit by bit with every question. 

He climbed on the bed to hover over you, that stupid side smile making another appearance for the night. "That's not exactly a 'food', more of a meal."

"Sorry if I'm--ah. A bit distracted." You close your eyes as he attaches his lips right below your ear. Sucking on your soft skin, not hard enough to leave bruising, but a temporary mark just for his eyes. 

Biting your lower lip, you happily extended your neck a bit to give him more access. Mind all fuzzy and unable to think as he littered your neck with small kisses. Chan gripped your thigh and pulled it up a bit, lifting your hips just enough to hold you close to his pelvis,  kneading your thighs through your tights.

"Need you to focus." He nipped softly at your skin. "How else am I going to learn everything about you?

"Favorite position?" His fingers went under the hem of your tights and helped you shed the last outer part of your outfit. Once it was thrown somewhere across his room, you wrapped the leg he was holding up around his back and used what momentum you could gather to push his back on the bed. His hands instinctively grabbed onto your hips as you straddled him.

Your lips were soft and gentle as you leaned in for a kiss, the complete opposite of the intensity shared just moments before. "Don't care, so long as I'm full."

Chan wasted no time by stripping himself of his joggers and boxers on your behalf. Stifling a moan as best as he could once he felt your clothed core perfectly placed on his growing erection.  Guiding your hips to grind against him, he grinned as you threw your head back and sighed in content. Chan rocked his hips perfectly to the rhythm he set against you, providing the much-needed friction you craved.

You were starting to think he was tanking at dancing salsa on purpose.

"Anything off limits?" You couldn't even register that his hands snuck up to undo your bra clasp. He took a second to appreciate the view. Chan couldn’t stop himself from using his forearms to prop himself up to latch onto one of your nipples. Licking and sucking at anything he could grab. The mewls coming from your mouth sounded like a song he never wanted to end. Your hand caressed the back of his head, pressing him closer. 

“Just--mmm. Just don’t stop even if I say so.”

Leaving your breast with a wet ‘plop’, he stared up at you. You could see the usual gleam in his eyes disappear. They became dark, almost predatory. Chan lifted you off so he could be above you again. He traced your skin from the collarbone down to the hem of your underwear. You arched your back at his touch; “Luckily for you--I like begging.”

Your breath hitched. Surely, he could see the wet stain on your underwear by now.

“Any safe words then?”

Last question.

Chan finger slipped underneath the cloth and played with your folds. The way you squirmed underneath him made him want to ruin you more. The chuckle he let out when you tried to squeeze your thighs together made you feel warm all the way down to your core. Chan was quick to use his body to keep you nice and spread. All for him.

“L-lemon…”

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you.” Chan slipped the tip of his middle finger in you. “Could you speak up a bit?”

“Pendej--mmmphhh” You couldn’t finish your quip. Chan pushed in further until he was knuckle-deep. His lips hovered over yours as he slowly worked in and out of you. You kept arching and writhing as he continued his ministrations, mouth wide open as you let out silent moans.

“Ah, ah--I wanna hear you.” Once he added in a second finger, you couldn't contain yourself. Moans were spilling out of you like a pornstar. Even when he kissed you, there was nothing to stop the volume you were outputting. “Good job, baby.”

“Oh?” He chuckled as he felt your walls clamp down on him. “Did you like that?”

You couldn't speak as he kept pressing into you, wiggling his fingers against your walls. “C-chan…please…”

“Sorry, what was that?” He teased as he kissed around your collarbone.

“Chan…”

The bastard kept pretending not to hear you. As if he couldn't feel you practically leaking around his fingers and clenching around him like there was no tomorrow. 

You finally had enough.

Grabbing ahold of his face with one hand, you forced him to look at you. His cheeks smashed between your fingers. “Christopher, I swear to God--if you don't fuck me right now I'm taking over.”

Ah, so you did like to be in charge.

With a grin, he gladly ripped off your panties. He pulled away just a bit, taking in your appearance. Wanting to embed it into his brain for any future sessions he might have with himself later on.

He knew he should've grabbed a condom, but the alcohol was still flowing through him and he couldn’t stop himself as he slowly pushed into you. You tried finding words; how big he felt, how full he made you, but all that could come out were whimpers as he groaned and leaned in for another kiss to ease any pain you felt.

The two of you grind against one another. Chan never fully pulled out, keeping himself nice and snug in your warmth. Stretching you out, oh so sweetly.

Chan wasted no time in picking up his thrust as you tapped his shoulder, indicating that he was okay to move. You squeaked as he hooked your knees on his shoulders and leaned down to essentially bend you in half. He was hitting a spot you never felt before; not with previous boyfriends and definitely not with your own toys at home.

“So fucking tight…” Chan hissed as his pace sped up to the point he was jackhammering into you. His lips found their way back to your neck and kept mumbling about how you felt around him. So tight, so warm, just right. His teeth nipped your ear lobe, desperate to grab onto something but knowing he couldn’t mark you up too much. “Is this good, baby? Need it harder, faster?”

When you didn’t respond to him, he slowed down a bit and leaned back to stare down at you. His cock twitched when he realized what was happening.

You laid on the bed; eyes glazed over, mouth wide open, cheeks completely flushed. You knew he was asking you a question in Korean, but the words weren’t forming in your head like they usually do. “Aw,” Chan laughed. “Does it feel that good that you forgot Korean?”

Chan let up on the pressure so his hand can snake its way to your lips. You instantly latch on to his fingers and suck. Your tongue brushes around his tips, tasting the leftover residue of yourself from earlier. Your knees unhook from his shoulder and fall on either side of his waist. A whimper leaves you as he removes his fingers from your mouth and travels down to rub your clit. Still keeping his thrust with his brutal pace.

“Ahhh…wait…” You squirmed and your hand went to grab his wrist. Chan noticed how you didn’t pull his hand away despite your pleas. “Chan, p-please--too much.”

He kept using your body. Chan could feel you clamping down around his length. “Sorry,” he breathed out as he felt the pressure in his balls rising. “You’re just, hmmmph, too perfect.”

That’s what did it for you. The fact that he listened to what you mentioned earlier, and his talk. The crash of pleasure that overcame you was intense. Chan shuddered as he felt your wave around him. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” you came with a cry. Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to ground yourself in any way that you could. You were loud. Nothing could stop the curses that flowed out of you as you held him close against you. Chan wasn’t far behind; “Oh, I-I’m gonna--”

He pulled out and stroked his cock rapidly around his head, painting your stomach with his warm cum. Of all the art museums he visited around the world--this was by far his favorite piece of work.

The room was filled with both of your heavy pants as he laid in your arms. Once he was able to catch his breath, Chan pulled away from your embrace placing the gentlest kiss on your lips. Humming as you kissed him back. He tried to get up, but you were quick to stop him.

“Don’t go…” You pouted. Part of you knew this would be a one-time thing, but another part never wanted this to end. Chan smiled down at you and gave your cheek a quick peck.

“I’m just grabbing a towel to clean you off.”

As he walked off to the bathroom you stared down at the mess on your abdomen. The remnants of the best sex of your life were starting to cake on your skin. It took everything in you to not scoop some up and taste him in your mouth. When Chan returned with a wet cloth, he cleaned you up before plopping onto the bed beside you.

Once you caught your breath, reality set in.

Here you were, all fucked out with a colleague in the same industry. Everything told you to leave. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a relationship. It was a rash decision based on a lot of alcohol and dancing. You started to get up, but Chan was quick to wrap his hand in yours.

“You…you don’t have to go…” Chan shifted to lay on his side and stared down to not meet your eyes. Acting all shy as if he didn’t fuck the lights out of you just moments before. Your heart melted at the sight.

Slinking back into bed, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest. His cheek pressed against the top of your forehead. You could feel his heartbeat against you and closed your eyes.

“You know,” you sighed. “This was something I definitely didn’t regret.”

“Me ‘neither.”

As the morning rolled around you woke up to Chan still wrapped around you. His soft snores made you smile. There was something surreal about seeing him so at peace that made your heart flutter. Placing a small kiss on his cheek, Chan shifted slightly and groaned as he stretched a bit.

“Mornin’,” He grumbled but held a smile as soon as his eyes landed on you. Chan wasted no time in pulling you into a kiss. His hands sneaking towards your ass to knead your flesh. His excitement is present against your thigh.

"Somebody's eager," You giggle as he pressed closer to you. Chan smirked as he gently rubbed his morning wood against you.

"You can say that."

"Unfortunately--"

Chan grumbled and hid his face in the crook of your neck. "No, don't say that."

"I was just going to say, that I need some water first." It was true. After all the drinks last night, your head was pounding like never before.

"Okay," Chan smiled and got up from bed to put a pair of boxers on. "Stay put, I'll grab you something to eat too."

Minutes passed as you waited in bed. Surprise overtook you as you heard a pan sizzling and the welcoming smell of home-cooking started to flood the dorm. Dawning one of his shirts, you made your way to the kitchen. Chan's back was to you as he manned the stove. You could see how his back rippled with every movement he made.

You couldn't see it, but a smile crept on Chan's face as he felt you wrap your arms around his midriff. "I thought I told you to stay put?"

"I'm not one for taking orders." You laugh as you hook your chin on his shoulder to peer over him. "Besides," Chan stiffened a bit as he felt your lips hover over his ear. "There's something sexy about a man cooking."

"Oh?" He quickly turned off the stove and turned around to face you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he leaned down closer to your face. "And what about your water?"

It was a frenzy of passion as your lips locked with his yet again. Both of you eager to relive last night in the light of sobriety. "Water can wait," you whisper in between kisses.

Chan easily lifted you, placing you on an open counter. Your legs spread to allow him access to be closer to you. The both of you started to mold into one another as the intensity grows. "I should cook for you more often," He grins as he breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath. He lifted his shirt on you slightly so your cunt was exposed.

"Promise?" You teased as he lowered himself down slightly to bring his lips level to your core. Chan enjoyed the way your head leaned back slightly as you felt his hot breath against you.

"Promise."

The both of you were so entranced with what was about to happen, that you didn't hear the door opening. Only the shrilly scream that bounced around the dorm broke you two apart.

You instantly jumped down from the counter as Chan stood upright, finding protection from behind him. Chan tried using his body to shield your half-naked body from the view of a very frightened Felix.

Not that he really needed too.

The younger member held both hands over his eyes. Groceries bags around him, spilling its contents around the floor.

"Felix?" Chan stuttered as he grabbed a kitchen rag to cover up his erection. "W-what are you doing here?"

Chan gestured for you to run back to the room as Felix was still covering his eyes. You had no hesitation, wanting to escape from the embarrassment. AKA your own personal hell.

"I didn't want you eating alone... I was gonna make breakfast."

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blood in the wine (ineffable remix)

(For @nonamejustlurking).

Summary: Jacob wrestles the Angel. Or, the story behind the Sayeth That To Mine Face Bible.

There’s beauty in your beast

There are four things that the Bible gets wrong about Jacob wrestling with the angel.

The first thing is that the angel in question is not: God, not a pre-formed Christ, not Gabriel or Michael or Uriel. The angel is, instead, a principality, guardian of the Eastern Gate, (former) owner of a flaming sword, white-haired, slightly plump, and rather irritable. This angel is Aziraphale. The second thing the Bible gets wrong is that the wrestling match is not: a metaphor for belief, a prophecy regarding a holy land, a fever dream, or even a divine edict of what meat to consume or not to consume.

The wrestling match is, in fact, nothing more than an ordinary bar-fight.

The third thing is that Jacob is a right prick. He’s well-known in the land of Peniel for his nasty tongue and crude remarks, as well as his habit of hanging around the tavern entirely too long when everyone knows he has two wives and eleven children to support at home. 1

Crowley’s also been in the tavern too long, but you won’t catch him with any dependents to support. Besides, he’s working. Fostering forment. Foment. Farming. Doing - something, anyway. Crowley’s just gotten through the best, the good, and the semi-tolerable vintages of date wine in the tavern’s supply, and is currently working his way through the truly awful. He’s starting to think that maybe he should head back to his tent and sleep it off for a few months, when Aziraphale shimmers into the bar, a great bright beacon of desert light. They haven’t seen each other since Egypt. Crowley waves him over, and, well, one thing turns into another, and they haunt a shady corner of the tavern, Aziraphale sitting primly, an empty cup placed before him, Crowley half-slouched on the table, telling him of a rather amusing trick he’d played on Abraham. “Crowley, really, that’s awful,” Aziraphale says, but he puts a hand up before his face to hide a smile, and his eyes sparkle, so Crowley considers it a win.

It’s all going swimmingly until Jacob gets back from seeing a man about a camel, crashes into Aziraphale, and, when Aziraphale turns to him to say, “I beg your pardon-” rather affronted, Jacob suggests, in a half-intelligible voice, some rather crude things about Aziraphale, Crowley, the company they kept, and what, perhaps, they could do when they left the bar.2 Crowley’s all for turning Jacob into a worm, even raising his hand beneath the bar, but Aziraphale stands up, putting a hand on Crowley’s arm as he does so - in warning, but with the appearance of steadying himself - and straightens his robes. “Very well, then,” he says. “I’m afraid you leave me no choice.”Aziraphale gestures to the door, where the desert is just visible beyond, and smiles sweetly.3 “After you,” he says.

Everyone gapes. The lute player in the corner snaps a string, the soft music coming to a discordant halt. Jacob squints at him, then says, as if not quite believing his eyes or ears, “You wanna take this outside?”

“Well we certainly can’t do it in here,” Aziraphale says, looking around. “Now can we?” He beams, and clasps his hands together, striding out the door. Crowley grabs his drink - which is rather surprised to find itself the finest vintage of next year’s date wine - and hurries out after the angel.

The fourth thing the Bible4 gets wrong about Jacob’s wrestling match with the angel is that the angel wins.

Continue reading (along with the footnotes, featuring the Sayeth That to Mine Face Bible) on AO3.

[ahopkins1965]

Have you ever wrestled with Satan in the same way that the Man of God Wrestled with Jacob?

       I have a very important question to ask everyone right now.  Have you ever wrestled with Satan in the same way that Jacob wrestled with the Man of God?  I am asking this question because I had a flashback recently.  It happened in 1974 when I got into a fist fight with a 15-year-old boy.  We got into a fist fight over a black fisted pick that people used to comb their hair.  I fought this boy because he threatened my manhood over something that he could have purchased for himself. 

 

 

 

       Next, I fought with this boy because he threatened me with violence.  I might have been younger, but that poor brother was limping after I got finished with him.  He got away on his bike.  I want to inform all of you that this boy was 6 years older than me.  I want to say that I might not have wrestled with God, but this high school student got beat up by a 4th grade student.  This is my first time mentioning this situation that happened 48 years ago.

       Further, I want to inform all of you that was my Satan at the time because this boy was stupid to fight an elementary student.  You see, one thing that I did at that time was kick another boy in his breadbasket because he was a boy who underestimated a 4th grader.  At that time, I was living at 1119 West Third Street in Dayton, Ohio 45402.

 I remember it because my mother lived close to 4 Aces Bar.  I recall this event because my mother purchased this fisted pick for me.  Jacob literally wrestled with God.

 

   

   Moreover, I had the flashback because I was under a lot of stress.  I recall that during the 1970s; I got chased home by dogs and people.  I guess I was intimidated to live with my mother.  I really did not like fist fighting with anyone.  I might have fought and wrestled with a high school student.

 The 15-year-old boy got killed 30 years later.  He broke into a house and the owner shot and killed him. 

       In Addition, I want to say that Satan is capable of attacking your mind, and get you to do things that you would not normally do.  It is true that Satan utilizes stumbling blocks to hinder your progress.  I want to say that I remember getting chased home from school by boys and girls.  I got into a fist fight with a girl when I was in the 5th grade.  I started the fight with the girl by calling her out of her name.

       Also, I want to inform all of you that my own sister used to beat me up.  I guess I did not have any business fighting girls.  Right now, people do not fight with their hands anymore.  They would rather shoot you just to get you out of the way.

  According to Genesis 32:23-32; The Man of God blessed Jacob because he wrestled with man and God and prevailed.  Jacob got blessed in the end; even though his hip was out of socket.

Genesis 32:23-32

King James Version

23 And he took them, and sent them over the brook, and sent over that he had.

24 And Jacob was left alone; and there wrestled a man with him until the breaking of the day.

25 And when he saw that he prevailed not against him, he touched the hollow of his thigh; and the hollow of Jacob's thigh was out of joint, as he wrestled with him.

26 And he said, Let me go, for the day breaketh. And he said, I will not let thee go, except thou bless me.

27 And he said unto him, What is thy name? And he said, Jacob.

28 And he said, Thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but Israel: for as a prince hast thou power with God and with men, and hast prevailed.

29 And Jacob asked him, and said, Tell me, I pray thee, thy name. And he said, Wherefore is it that thou dost ask after my name? And he blessed him there.

30 And Jacob called the name of the place Peniel: for I have seen God face to face, and my life is preserved.

31 And as he passed over Penuel the sun rose upon him, and he halted upon his thigh.

32 Therefore the children of Israel eat not of the sinew which shrank, which is upon the hollow of the thigh, unto this day: because he touched the hollow of Jacob's thigh in the sinew that shrank.

 



       Finally, I am writing this because Satan is capable of wrestling with you as well.  I am writing this essay because I only want everyone to know that we have to be very careful when it comes to Satan because; According to 2nd Corinthians 11:14, it says that Satan masquerades as an Angel of Light.  An ending to this type of blog will be to allow all of you to come to your conclusions about real life situations.  I love all of you very much.  I would like for all of you to please be watchful and careful at the same time.  I am writing just to cope with a mental illness.  Writing is therapy for me.

[lordgodjehovahsway]

1 Kings 12: Jeroboam Returns To Israel From Egypt

1 Rehoboam went to Shechem, for all Israel had gone there to make him king. 

2 When Jeroboam son of Nebat heard this (he was still in Egypt, where he had fled from King Solomon), he returned from Egypt. 

3 So they sent for Jeroboam, and he and the whole assembly of Israel went to Rehoboam and said to him: 

4 “Your father put a heavy yoke on us, but now lighten the harsh labor and the heavy yoke he put on us, and we will serve you.”

5 Rehoboam answered, “Go away for three days and then come back to me.” So the people went away.

6 Then King Rehoboam consulted the elders who had served his father Solomon during his lifetime. “How would you advise me to answer these people?” he asked.

7 They replied, “If today you will be a servant to these people and serve them and give them a favorable answer, they will always be your servants.”

8 But Rehoboam rejected the advice the elders gave him and consulted the young men who had grown up with him and were serving him. 

9 He asked them, “What is your advice? How should we answer these people who say to me, ‘Lighten the yoke your father put on us’?”

10 The young men who had grown up with him replied, “These people have said to you, ‘Your father put a heavy yoke on us, but make our yoke lighter.’ Now tell them, ‘My little finger is thicker than my father’s waist. 

11 My father laid on you a heavy yoke; I will make it even heavier. My father scourged you with whips; I will scourge you with scorpions.’”

12 Three days later Jeroboam and all the people returned to Rehoboam, as the king had said, “Come back to me in three days.” 

13 The king answered the people harshly. Rejecting the advice given him by the elders, 

14 he followed the advice of the young men and said, “My father made your yoke heavy; I will make it even heavier. My father scourged you with whips; I will scourge you with scorpions.” 

15 So the king did not listen to the people, for this turn of events was from the Lord, to fulfill the word the Lord had spoken to Jeroboam son of Nebat through Ahijah the Shilonite.

16 When all Israel saw that the king refused to listen to them, they answered the king:

“What share do we have in David,     what part in Jesse’s son? To your tents, Israel!     Look after your own house, David!”

So the Israelites went home. 

17 But as for the Israelites who were living in the towns of Judah, Rehoboam still ruled over them.

18 King Rehoboam sent out Adoniram, who was in charge of forced labor, but all Israel stoned him to death. King Rehoboam, however, managed to get into his chariot and escape to Jerusalem. 

19 So Israel has been in rebellion against the house of David to this day.

20 When all the Israelites heard that Jeroboam had returned, they sent and called him to the assembly and made him king over all Israel. Only the tribe of Judah remained loyal to the house of David.

21 When Rehoboam arrived in Jerusalem, he mustered all Judah and the tribe of Benjamin—a hundred and eighty thousand able young men—to go to war against Israel and to regain the kingdom for Rehoboam son of Solomon.

22 But this word of God came to Shemaiah the man of God: 

23 “Say to Rehoboam son of Solomon king of Judah, to all Judah and Benjamin, and to the rest of the people, 

24 ‘This is what the Lord says: Do not go up to fight against your brothers, the Israelites. Go home, every one of you, for this is my doing.’” So they obeyed the word of the Lord and went home again, as the Lord had ordered.

Golden Calves at Bethel and Dan

25 Then Jeroboam fortified Shechem in the hill country of Ephraim and lived there. From there he went out and built up Peniel.

26 Jeroboam thought to himself, “The kingdom will now likely revert to the house of David. 

27 If these people go up to offer sacrifices at the temple of the Lord in Jerusalem, they will again give their allegiance to their lord, Rehoboam king of Judah. They will kill me and return to King Rehoboam.”

28 After seeking advice, the king made two golden calves. He said to the people, “It is too much for you to go up to Jerusalem. Here are your gods, Israel, who brought you up out of Egypt.” 

29 One he set up in Bethel, and the other in Dan. 

30 And this thing became a sin; the people came to worship the one at Bethel and went as far as Dan to worship the other.

31 Jeroboam built shrines on high places and appointed priests from all sorts of people, even though they were not Levites. 

32 He instituted a festival on the fifteenth day of the eighth month, like the festival held in Judah, and offered sacrifices on the altar. This he did in Bethel, sacrificing to the calves he had made. And at Bethel he also installed priests at the high places he had made. 

33 On the fifteenth day of the eighth month, a month of his own choosing, he offered sacrifices on the altar he had built at Bethel. So he instituted the festival for the Israelites and went up to the altar to make offerings.

[riverdamien]

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Summertime: A Time of Creation and Rest!

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in the new light

of each day's questions.

I am never prepared

Today, again, I have nothing

to offer but a handful

of old prayers, worn down

by the relentless abasion

of doubt and a fragment

of dream, that plays on in my head

only half-remembered. Still,

the doves coo and circle

through the pines

as they do when I pass

each morning. Their

sorrow is so nearly  human, it rings

sweet with regret. By dusk,

the trees will bow down, and I too, will

make my appeal will

find again your mercy,

your solace.

(Elizabeth Drescher)

(How will we embrace Wisdom's life and love these days?

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After Pentecost, we enter a season with no common focus called "Ordinary Time!" These weeks hold both the slower pace and peaceful quality of summer months and the quicker pace and flurry of activity in early fall.

These are the "ordinary" days in which we live out our daily lives.

It is time we settle into the growing season, nourishing the seeds planted in the Spring and putting down roots in our lives.

This is my 30th season of "Ordinary Time" in San Francisco and  the words of Drescher I hear loud and clear in the dusk of my ministry::

By dusk,

the trees will bow down, and I too, will

make my appeal will

find again your mercy,

your solace.

What I have learned in these 30 years is that like the Apostle Peter, I am simply weak, and a sinner dependent on the mercy of God every day.

Pope Francis sums up the core of  ministry, and of our daily lives in these words:

"What a good teacher our Lord is! The prophetic gesture of Jesus points to the prophetic Church that, washed of her sin, is unafraid to go out to serve a wounded humanity. Peter experienced in his flesh the wound of sin, but also of his own limitations and weaknesses. Yet he learned from Jesus that his wounds could be a path of resurrection. To know both Peter disheartened

and Peter transfigured is an invitation to pass from being a Church of the unhappy and disheartened that serves all those people who are unhappy and disheartened in our midst. A Church capable of serving her Lord in those who are hungry, imprisoned, thirsting, homeless, naked and informed. .(Mt. 25:35. A service that has nothing to do with a welfare ministry or an attitude of paternalism but rather with the CONVERSION OF THE HEARTS. The problem is not feeding the poor or clothing the naked or visiting the sick, but rather RECOGNIZING THAT THE POOR, THE NAKED, PRISONERS AND THE HOMELESS HAVE THE DIGNITY TO SIT AT OUR TABLE, TO FEEL "AT HOME" AMONG US, TO FEEL PART OF A FAMILY. This is the sign that the Kingdom of Heaven is in our midst. This is the sign of a Church wounded by sin, shown mercy by the Lord, and made prophetic by his call."

The greatest gift God has given me in these years is to lean on the mercy of God. All around us, the "throw-away" culture has no mercy; all values are relative to the logic of technology. It is easy for us to trust in power and law, rather than in the power of God's mercy.

In all these years, God's mercy has been sustaining, leading me through life's difficulties.

I invite each of you to stand in the shoes of mercy and show mercy to others, knowing that you experience mercy in the hands of God. I "try" to invite everyone to have mercy knowing that by:

By dusk,

the trees will bow down, and I too, will

make my appeal, will

find again your mercy,

your solace!

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[2q5b]

VAYISHLACH

By Ezra

November 30th, 2023

How does Israel approach an enemy?

I’m asking a spiritual question. I am not asking a logistical or tactical question or even a political question.

How does Israel approach an enemy?

Logistics and tactics and politics have something beneath them: core values. Elemental questions of what is valuable, what is doable, what is believable and who we are.

This question of how a member of the in-group approaches someone outside that group is possibly the key theme of the book of Genesis. It’s Abraham against the world, Isaac struggling to make peace with the Plishtim, Jacob vs. Eisav and Lavan, Joseph and his brothers hating one another until they encounter the overwhelming power of Egypt.

         At the beginning of our parasha, Jacob is still only named Jacob. Since birth, his name has carried the baggage of his adversarial relationship with his brother Eisav. He is a heel-clutcher, he is a trickster, he grabs and he hoards and he deceives and he gets his way. But so much has happened since he last saw his brother. He has been away for years in Charan, he has married two women and fathered many children. He has put up with an abusive father-in-law and become very rich and successful. And he has encountered God. He has held onto a private covenant with God, that God will protect him and eventually deliver him home unharmed, and that Jacob will be devoted to God in all that he does.

         Now he is coming home again. He has not seen his brother since Eisav swore to kill Jacob for deceitfully taking the family blessing that Isaac intended for Eisav. He doesn’t know where their relationship stands, but when he sends messengers toward his destination, they find that Eisav is coming toward Jacob with an army of hundreds of men.

         Jacob panics.

וַיִּירָ֧א יַעֲקֹ֛ב מְאֹ֖ד וַיֵּ֣צֶר ל֑וֹ

Yaakov became exceedingly afraid and was distressed.

There is a famous midrash from Bereishit Rabbah on this line. Why is this expression of anxiety doubled? What does “and was distressed” add when you already have “Yaakov became exceedingly afraid?” The answer: He was afraid that he would be killed, and he was distressed that he might have to kill someone else. He is faced with the terrible situation of balancing his own safety against his deepest ethical commitments.

Maybe this reminds you of something contemporary.

So what does Jacob do? First, he begs God for protection, and then he makes hasty arrangements to avoid the worst possible outcome. He sends a giant gift of livestock toward his brother’s army. The sun goes down. Jacob sends his family away from him, for their own protection, and spends the night alone, in terror of what might happen in the morning, or even sooner.

In this moment of total vulnerability, Jacob is transformed. 

“And Yaakov was left alone—and a man, ish, wrestled with him until sunrise.” We do not know who this man is. The wrestling match is intense. The man dislocates Jacob’s thigh, but Jacob eventually pins him and won’t let him go until the man blesses him.

The blessing is this: “No longer will your name be spoken as Yaakov (Jacob), but rather as Yisrael (Israel), for you have struggled with God and men and have prevailed.”

This is very confusing. Did Jacob just wrestle with a man, or with God? If this was a battle with God, why did the text refer to God as a man, whom Jacob was able to physically overpower? And why would God attack and injure Jacob?

But a few verses later, now walking with a limp, Jacob reinforces the divinity of the encounter: “Yaakov called the name of the place: Peniel, Face of God, because: ‘I have seen God, face to face, and my life has been saved!’”

Jacob approached his enemy with intense fear of retribution for all he has stolen, frantically pitting safety against ethics.

But how does Israel, the Jewish spiritual namesake and role model, approach an enemy?

Israel was attacked in the middle of the night and permanently injured, and the attacker was: God.

And now we see that he has been changed, that he is starting to become worthy of a new name. 

It was unclear, at first, whether the lavish valuables he sent toward Eisav were purely out of self-protection, or freely intended as a gift. Perhaps this gift was meant to buy his safety, just another clever act of self-preservation, with no spiritual progress made since his days of manipulation and theft. But when Eisav and Yaakov finally do embrace, when they make peace or at least cease fire, Israel’s true intentions become clear. When Eisav graciously tries to refuse the gift, Yaakov speaks the key lines:

וַיֹּ֣אמֶר יַעֲקֹ֗ב אַל־נָא֙ אִם־נָ֨א מָצָ֤אתִי חֵן֙ בְּעֵינֶ֔יךָ וְלָקַחְתָּ֥ מִנְחָתִ֖י מִיָּדִ֑י כִּ֣י עַל־כֵּ֞ן רָאִ֣יתִ�� פָנֶ֗יךָ כִּרְאֹ֛ת פְּנֵ֥י אֱלֹkהִ֖ים וַתִּרְצֵֽנִי׃

Yaakov said:

No, I pray!

Please, if I have found favor in your eyes,

then take this gift from my hand.

For I have seen your face, as one sees the face of God,

and you have accepted me.

Here we hear a direct echo of Abraham’s ambiguous encounter in parshat Vayera. 

“God appeared to Abraham by the oaks of Mamre as he was sitting at the entrance to his tent in the heat of the day. And he raised his eyes and saw, there were three men standing over him. [When] he saw them, he ran to meet them from the entrance to his tent and bowed low to the earth,”

וַיֹּאמַ֑ר אֲדֹנָ֗י אִם־נָ֨א מָצָ֤אתִי חֵן֙ בְּעֵינֶ֔יךָ אַל־נָ֥א תַעֲבֹ֖ר מֵעַ֥ל עַבְדֶּֽךָ׃

and he said:

My lords, Adonai, I pray, if I have found favor in (singular!) your eyes,

please do not pass by your servant! - again in the singular!

Did Abraham meet God, or did he meet three strangers, or both? Or are these meetings somehow one and the same? The confusion of human and divine is directly parallel to Jacob’s story, as are the phrases “al na” and “im na matzati chen be’einecha,” “if i have found favor in your eyes.” 

Jacob, speaking to Eisav, concludes:

קַח־נָ֤א אֶת־בִּרְכָתִי֙ אֲשֶׁ֣ר הֻבָ֣את לָ֔ךְ כִּֽי־חַנַּ֥נִי אֱלֹהִ֖kים וְכִ֣י יֶשׁ־לִי־כֹ֑ל וַיִּפְצַר־בּ֖וֹ וַיִּקָּֽח׃

Please take my blessing that has been brought to you,

because God has shown me favor—and because I have everything.

And he urged him, so he took it.

This from the man who once impersonated his brother to fool his father and take the family blessing! At this point, he knows he is safe and that Eisav meant him no harm. He could have kept all the wealth. But he needs Eisav to take the blessing back. 

Return of stolen property heals not only the offended, but the offender. When we propose returning stolen land to indigenous people, such as the Massachusett, Pawtucket and Naumkeag lands I am on right now, it is because we seek healing for all of us. When one proposes to repair the damage wrought by one’s own actions, such as the IDF’s catastrophic bombing and starving of Gaza, or Hamas’s campaign of murder and terror, it is for the sake of not only material restitution, but spiritual health. We seek to repair the values that have underlined our actions.

“I have seen your face, as one sees the face of God… please take my blessing… I have everything.”

The secret of Jewish spirituality is that the face of the enemy is the face of God. Hoarding and theft are unnecessary because if we have this knowledge, we have everything. Is it possible that the enemy, created in the image of God, hates us, is coming to attack us in the night, wants to hurt us? Yes, it is possible. They are a vision of divinity anyway. The line between human and divine is blurred. You can’t find it. We are to treat each other accordingly.

[ddonggeun]

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[soft-slow-blue]

I can’t believe cube released btob’s official fursonas (trans. cr. - Ina Kalaw)

[feverishly-kpop]

Wooyoung & Stray Kids/Ateez - Low Blood Sugar

“I don’t know Wooyoung-hyung, maybe we should call it a day?” Felix asked tentatively. Practice for the dance unit of Team Mayfly had been over for three hours but Wooyoung had all but begged for somebody to stay with him to work out a few spots in the choreography. It was obvious that Wooyoung’s own teammates were used to this behavior from him as they all firmly refused and headed out for the night, followed by an apologetic Peniel. Felix made awkward eye contact with the rest of his own team. Despite no words being exchanged it was evident that nobody wanted to stay late.

“Ok I’ll stay,” Felix finally responded, feeling obligated to keep Wooyoung company. “But not for too long, okay?”

Of course Wooyoung agreed at the time, but three hours later, he seemed to have forgotten what “not too long” meant.

“Just a few more minutes, I promise” Wooyoung said absently, still focusing on his body lines in the mirror.

“Okay, fine, I’m going to go get some water bottles and when I come back we’ll get you a ride back to your place” Felix agreed, getting a quick nod from Wooyoung. In all honesty, Felix was absolutely over being cooped up in a JYPE dance studio all day. He was hungry and miserable, but couldn’t find it in his heart to say no to Wooyoung.

As he made his way back to the practice room, Felix ran into Changbin, who was working with Chan and Jisung on some new tracks.

“What are you still doing here?” Changbin questioned, seeing how tired and annoyed Felix looked. “I thought the dance practice ended a few hours ago.”

“Yeah it did” Felix replied, “but your bestie Wooyoung wanted to stay a little longer. Which has turned into three hours and counting.”

Changbin rolled his eyes, volunteering to haul Wooyoung’s ass home before Felix shut him down.

“I told him we were going to leave when I got back with these” Felix reassured Changbin, gesturing toward the water bottles he was carrying.

“Well let me know if he gives you a hard time, I will get him to leave” Changbin added as he headed back to his studio.

As expected, Wooyoung was still dancing as Felix returned with their waters. Despite his crisp movements, Felix couldn’t help but notice how tired and pale Wooyoung was starting to look, something he hadn’t noticed that when he left the room just a few minutes earlier. It made him feel uneasy.

Felix waited for Wooyoung to finish what he was working on before handing him a bottle of water. Wooyoung took it from him with trembling hands, giving his best aegyo in an attempt to distract Felix from noticing. But Felix was way too observant not to notice Wooyoung’s rapidly declining condition.

“Let’s pack your things up so you can get home” Felix instructed, grabbing a few of Wooyoung’s personal effects and stuffing them into his bag.

“Okay, okay, fine” Wooyoung conceded. Felix was honestly a little surprised that it was that simple. “But first, can you watch one final run through just to be safe?”

Felix sighed, shaking his head. “You don’t need another run through. You’ve got the choreography down. You’ve had it down since everybody was here practicing it together.”

“Please, Yongbok, just once. I promise” Wooyoung pleaded. And against his better judgement, Felix agreed.

*~*~*~*~*~

Felix watched as Wooyoung worked his way though the choreography, mentally counting the seconds until they could leave, until he noticed Wooyoung stumble a bit over his own foot. Not letting a small mistake derail him, Wooyoung kept dancing. Until another small stumble. Felix made eye contact with Wooyoung who only shrugged, plastering a fake smile across his face, which was alarmingly pale at this point. Felix contemplated stopping the music all together and putting an end to their extra practice session, but before he could even stand up, Wooyoung had stumbled again, this time falling down on his backside.

“Fuck, are you okay?” Felix shouted in a startled voice as he turned the track off and knelt down at Wooyoung’s side.

“Huh? Oh…yeah, I’m fine. I just felt a little dizzy all of a sudden. Let me start from the beginning, last time, I swear” Wooyoung replied, trying to stand up quickly only to stumble again, landing this time on his knees.

Felix looked around, hoping to find that another member had miraculously walked into the studio at that moment. Unsurprisingly, no such luck.

Feeling absolutely clueless, Felix grabbed onto Wooyoung by the shoulder to steady him.

“What’s going on hyung?” Felix asked in a shaky voice, trying to mask his panic.

Wooyoung did his best to try and reassure Felix that he was just fine, but the dizziness was too much. And the shaking, when did he start shaking like this?

“I’m…not sure…” Wooyoung said, the words slurring as he spoke. He suddenly realized that his lips felt numb.

Felix helped him sit down again with his back against the mirror, trying to get Wooyoung to take a few sips of water before he weakly pushed the bottle away.

“Yongbok…” he whispered, grabbing Felix’s attention. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

With that Felix was on his feet, grabbing the waste paper bin from the corner of the room and handing it to Wooyoung just as Wooyoung leaned forward and vomited up the small amount of water that he had just drank. Felix was unsure what to do and knew he was out of his depth. Reaching into his back pocket, he grabbed his phone and texted Chan:

“Come to the dance studio, ASAP, please.”

*~*~*~*~*~

Chan glanced down at his phone briefly after hearing it vibrate and frowned. “Is Felix still here?”

“Yeah, I ran into him in the hallway, he said he stayed with Wooyoung but they were getting ready to leave” Changbin replied, not giving it much thought.

Chan had known Felix for long enough to know that something was off. Felix never texted Chan when he knew that he was working in the studio. That fact, combined with the urgency of his message, sent Chan to his feet and out the door, muttering to Changbin and Jisung that he’d be right back.

As Chan quietly opened the door to the dance studio, he was met with with the sight of Felix, looking very much like a deer in the headlights, on the floor kneeling next to Wooyoung, who was hugging the waste paper bin for dear life.

“Hey, Wooyoung-ah, what’s wrong” he asked, rubbing Wooyoung’s back as he lurched forward again, gagging.

“I’m…dizzy. And hot” Wooyoung replied, trying to catch his breath. Chan placed the back of his palm to Wooyoung’s forehead. He was certainly sweating but didn’t feel feverish to the touch. Chan then turned to Felix, hoping to get some context for what had happened.

“He was dancing, then he stumbled a couple times, and then he fell. He said he felt dizzy and then he said he was going to be sick…” Felix recounted, not sure if there was anything else he should add.

Chan turned back to Wooyoung, who had let go of the waste paper bin and was now leaning his head against the mirror.

“When was the last time you ate, Woo?” He asked softly, brushing Wooyoung’s bangs from his face. Wooyoung looked up at him, trying to think back to his last meal, but his brain felt as if it was in a haze.

“Uh, I guess lunch?” Wooyoung responded. Chan didn’t miss the confusion in his voice.

Felix slowly shook his head and piped in, “you didn’t eat lunch today hyung. You said you’d be right back but you never actually came back, until practice started up again.”

“Yeah, he was with me. We lost track of time.” Chan turned to see Changbin in the doorway. After a moment of hesitation he entered the dance studio and sat down next to Wooyoung, gently guiding his friend’s head to rest on his shoulder.

“I think we need to get you some sugar, Wooyoung” Chan said, handing Felix a card from his wallet to go buy some food. Chan tried not to be too concerned with Wooyoung’s lack of response as Changbin ran his hand quietly along Wooyoung’s back and shoulder.

Felix soon returned with a bottle of orange juice and a bag of cookies. With some effort, Chan was able to coax a few cookies and half the orange juice into Wooyoung. After a few minutes, he seemed to be more lucid and able to sit up by himself.

They all sat in silence for a few minutes, allowing Wooyoung to regain his bearings before he muttered in a quiet voice, “can you call my hyung?”

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong and Seonghwa had already gone to bed for the night, but both remained awake, waiting for Wooyoung to come home. Hongjoong had been scrolling through his phone absentmindedly when he was startled by a sudden call from Chan.

Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong and watched as a look of concern spread across his face.

“Thank you hyung, I’ll be right there” Hongjoong replied into the phone as he jumped out of bed.

“What’s going on?” Seonghwa asked Hongjoong, who was pulling a sweatshirt out of the closet.

“That was Chan,” Hongjoong said as he changed out of his pajamas into some sweat pants. “Wooyoungie isn’t feeling so well.”

Seonghwa was shocked, thinking back to the Mayfly unit practice that afternoon. Wooyoung seemed just fine. He wasn’t sure what could have changed, but in just a moment he too was out of bed, putting on the first clean shirt and pair of pants he could find so they could go collect their little brother.

*~*~*~*~*~

Within 20 minutes, Hongjoong and Seonghwa arrived at the JYPE building. They opened the door to the dance studio to find Wooyoung sitting cross legged on the floor as Chan held his wrist, checking his pulse.

Wooyoung looked up at his hyungs, feeling embarrassed at the prospect of having to explain himself to them.

“Your pulse is back down, are you feeling a little better?” Chan asked Wooyoung, who nodded in response.

Chan then stood up, giving Hongjoong and Seonghwa some space with Wooyoung.

“What happened Woo? Are you ok?” Hongjoong asked, kneeling down in front of Wooyoung.

Wooyoung nodded and looked up at Chan, seemingly at a loss for words, something very uncharacteristic for him.

Chan quickly interjected. “I think his blood sugar bottomed out. He said he hadn’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Breakfast? Wooyoung it’s almost 10:00 PM. You know better than that” Seonghwa said sternly before having a seat next to Wooyoung and pulling him into a hug.

“We got him to eat and drink a bit but he needs a meal and a good night of sleep” Chan added. “He seems to be doing a lot better.”

Hongjoong turned back to Chan, who was now standing between Changbin and Felix.

“Thank you” Hongjoong said quietly, “for taking care of him. We owe you.”

Chan shook his head in response. “I know you’d do the same if it was one of the kids from my team.”

Hongjoong smiled and nodded before turning back to Wooyoung. “Dinner, then bed, okay?” He stated in a voice that left no room for discussion. And for once, Wooyoung was perfectly happy just to listen.

[kpopsickies]

Hwaiting the flu

I had to, I just had to. 

In honor of hwaiting season 2

sickie: Eric Nam

Caretaker: The Hwaiting Cast (Ashley, BM, Jamie, Jae, Peniel)

( slight emeto tw. Nothing too graphic tho =) ) 

Eric p.o.v

We were halfway through filming the second episode of Hwaiting when I noticed I was starting to feel a bit off. My throat had started hurting, which I assumed was just from yelling over the chaos of the children. 

“Eyo Eric!!!” Jamie yelled right by my face, I cringed away, her loud voice echoing in my ears. “What?”

“buy me food”

“NO BUY ME FOOD!!!” Jae yelled running over and shoving Jamie out of the way. I winced at his voice, even louder than Jamie’s “no, children get your own food” I said, trying to keep the playful energy going. I tried not to show that the words hurt my throat. “What if we all just go out for lunch?” Ashley suggested. 

“I don’t want to go out” Jamie complained, she grabbed onto Ashley’s arm, “unnie buy me food” Ashley made no move to remove Jamie’s arm but she did shake her head. “Let’s order delivery and just eat it here” Mathew suggested. We all agreed, we all wrote down what we wanted and gave the list to Peniel, who lost the game of rock paper scissors and therefore had to order. 

The rest of us cleared of the game tables so we could eat on them. I was feeling lethargic and achy. I thought I was just tired and needed food, that usually helped when I got tired. But when the food arrived as soon as I smelled it I no longer felt hungry. I was starting to feel a bit nauseous. It must have shown on my face because I felt a hand on my shoulder, I slowly turned my head and saw Ashley standing there, “Eric are you okay? You look like you’re about the throw up, or pass out. Or both?” She spoke quietly, but Jamie heard from nearby, she quickly turned around so fast I swear her neck cracked, “you good Eric?” Jamie did not posses the same skill of speaking quietly and her voice got the attention of the others. “dude, you look awful!” Jae said loudly, I glared at him, “not like... I mean-”

“Jae just shut up” Jamie said elbowing him. “Are you okay Eric?” Peniel asked, he set the food down and came over to me. Everyone was crowded around me. “I feel kinda sick” 

“Like you’re gonna throw up?” Jae asked, he took a step back. “I don’t know. I feel a bit nauseous” I sniffled a bit, I had just noticed my nose was stuffed up. 

“How long have you felt sick?” Peniel asked, I noticed all my friends had concerned looks on their faces. “I don’t know. But you guys don’t need to worry, I’m really okay.”

“Dude, you look 2 seconds away from death” Jae said, he still stood a few steps away. “Jae, I’m not going to throw up” I assured him, he had stood away from me since I mentioned feeling nauseous. “sorry” he looked guitly, he stepped closer to me. I knew Jae was always a bit on edge when it came to germs in general, but especially throwing up. “HETchu- ETCHhu- ETchu!”

“bless you” The others said in unison. “thanks” I sniffled, I had been so congested but after sneezing the congestion loosened a bit and caused my nose to begin running. “Ugh” 

“Eric, maybe you should go home? Especially if you’re sick” Mathew suggested looking worried, Ashley placed her hand on my forehead, “especially because you have a fever” 

“I think one of us should drive you home. You shouldn’t drive with a fever” Peniel said, he looked worried, actually they all looked worried. “guys, I’m fine. It’s just a little bit of a cold.”

“Eric you have a fever. That’s not a cold” Jamie said, she flicked my arm. “I never thought I’d say this but Jamie is right” Jae said, Jamie glared at him. “Eric, bro, you’re sick. You’ve got a fever. You need to go home and rest” Peniel said, the others agreed. “dude if you’re gonna keep refusing Mathew can throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the car and make you go home and rest!” Jamie said loudly in my face. I backed up a step. I glanced at Mathew who just shrugged, and half nodded. “you guys are insane” I coughed, “no, you’re the one who’s insane, refusing to rest when you’re obviously sick” Jae said, the others agreed with him. “okay guys, I’ll go home”

“let us take you home. That way we know you’re actually okay”

“Guys I’ll be okay” 

“dude you’re not driving yourself home” 

“I can drive you home” Ashley said, the others agreed that was best. “Guys-” I coughed, the words hurt my throat. My head spun a bit and I stumbled slightly. My friends all moved towards me, “You okay?” I nodded slowly, realizing actually how unsteady I suddenly felt. The room was swaying a bit, I suddenly felt on the verge of fainting. “Eric!” 

Jae p.o.v

I watched as all color faded from Eric’s face, he swayed a bit on his feet. Ashley called his name, she sounded as panicked as I felt. Eric started to fall over, Mathew and I quickly moved forward and grabbed onto him as gently as possible but keeping him from hitting the floor. Once we had him stabilized enough Mathew guided the only half conscious Eric to a couch. “does anyone have a thermometer?” Ashley asked looking at us, “We’re in a studio. I seriously doubt they have a thermometer just laying around.” Peniel said, all of us looked at Eric who was laying against the arm of the couch, his skin was pasty. “I’m going to get my car keys, he needs to be home” Ashley said, we all agreed. Peniel began packing up the food, Mathew gathered up Eric’s stuff, Jamie helped cleaning up. I had somehow ended up on babysitting the sickie duty. Things were going fine, he was still mostly asleep, but he was still quite pale. I noticed a green tinge that made me a bit uneasy.  He suddenly gagged and I jumped backwards to avoid it. But I realized it was my job to take care of him, I took a trashcan and slid it next to Eric, he gagged again, I guided him to be over the trashcan, I was uneasy but I set my hand on Eric’s back. Cringing when he gagged again and the sound of vomit hitting the trash can echoed in my ears. The smell made me feel nauseous. He sat up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. “don’t” I swallowed nervously, I took a tissue from the box and gave it to him. He used it to wipe around his mouth and nose. “You okay?” I asked, the smell was starting to bother me. “yeah” he coughed, he looked at the trash can, then up at me, “shit Jae, I’m sorry” 

“it’s okay bro” I tried to force a smile, he moved to stand up. I put my arm in front of him, “what?” he coughed, “I don’t think you should stand up yet.Last time you did you almost passed out.”

“oh” He looked a bit confused. “do you remember it?”

“not really, but I was wondering why I was on a couch” He coughed after before suddenly bringing his arm up to his face, “hETcHu- ETChhu- etCHHu-”

“bless you” 

“thanks” he took a few of the tissues out and blew his nose, I cringed a bit. Hoping he didn’t notice, “sorry Jae” oh, guess he did notice. “It’s fine”

“I know you don’t like being around sick people”

“Seriously dude, it’s fine” even though I’d prefer to be anywhere but with a sick person I tried my best to assure Eric it was fine. I didn’t want him to feel guilty on top of already being sick. 

I was very relieved when Ashley and Jamie came back in the room at that moment. “Hey. You’re awake” Ashley said, Jamie wrinkled her nose, “did you throw up?” Eric looked embarrassed, “yeah, feel better though” 

“That’s good. We should still get you home. You’re still pretty feverish” Ashley said, having placed her hand on Eric’s forehead. He looked even more embarrassed. Mathew and Peniel came in at that time. “He’s alive!” Peniel said, which earned a glare from Eric. Causing Mathew and I to both laugh. Ashley rolled her eyes, “Let’s get you to the car and home to rest” 

“Do you need help bro?” Mathew asked as Eric stood up. Eric shook his head, he swayed slightly. Mathew and Peniel both stood on either side of Eric, just in case. Ashley had gone with them because she was driving. Jamie and I were in the back. “I’m gonna clean up a bit. Can you grab my stuff” She nodded towards the gross trash bin. “Jamie, it’s okay, I can do it”

“Jae, nah bro. I know you really hate that stuff. Besides you already had to deal with it once.” She shoved my shoulder, “go get my bag” I nodded, feeling very grateful for her. 

After gathering her stuff and mine I went back to the room she was in. She looked a bit disgusted, but she didn’t make any comment about it, only taking her bag from me. “You coming with me?” 

“yeah, are we going to Eric’s house?”

“yeah, Ash and I were talking about it. We’re all gonna meet up at his house and watch over him” 

“babysitting Eric” 

“Paying him back for the countless times he babysits us” She said laughing. I nodded, “yeah” 

Eric p.o.v

I must have fallen asleep in the car because before I knew it I was being shaken awake by Mathew, “Bro, you’re home” I rubbed at my eyes, trying to shake the tired feeling. I climbed out of the car, noticing how sore I felt. I started walking to the front door when i realized I left my house keys at the studio, I was about to say something when Peniel held the keys out to me, “you might want those” I thanked him. I unlocked the door. My friends all followed me inside, Jamie and Jae showed up while I was unlocking the door. “what are you guys doing? You’re going to get sick” 

“Bro, we aren’t leaving you alone” Jamie said as if it was obvious. “You babysit us on a daily basis. It’s our turn now” Jae said with a teasing smirk. “thanks guys” 

“go lay down. You need sleep. That’s the number one best thing for someone who is sick” Ashley said gently pushing my shoulder. “I’ll make some soup.” She said turning towards the kitchen. “Eric where do you keep the medicine?” Mathew asked, I pointed towards the bathroom, my throat was too sore to speak. “Okay, to be with you” Jamie said, her arms crossed. I slowly went to my bed. “Do you need a bucket in case you get sick?” Jae asked, seeming a bit uneasy. “No, my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore” I sniffled, my nose itched, “HTChuuh- ETChHu- etTCHu” 

“bless you” 

“thanks” I sniffled, I held my sleeve against my nose. I went up to my room. Peniel walked with me, I heard the others say something about making sure I didn’t faint on the way. 

I got to bed and must have fallen asleep and slept hard because it felt like only a few seconds later when I woke up. I looked at my phone and saw it had been nearly 6 hours since we had gotten home. I assumed my friends had left, so I was surprised when I got downstairs and they were all sitting on the couch watching tv. “Hey” I said, drawing their attention to me. “IT’S ALIVE” Jamie yelled. I rolled my eyes. “How are you feeling?” Mathew asked. “better. actually a lot better. Mainly just congested.” I coughed. 

“That’s good. There’s soup in the fridge we can re-heat. You need to get some food in your body so we can get some medicine in your system.” Ashley said, she stood up and began walking to the kitchen, she gently pushed my shoulder, “go sit down. you do look a bit more steady on your feet but we want to be on the safe side.” I sat down next to Mathew, Jae looked over at me, “you look a lot less pale now” 

“definitely, before you looked like a ghost” Peniel said, the others agreed. I was a bit embarrassed that all of my friends saw me so sick. A few minutes later Ashley came out with a bowl of soup and some medicine. I ate the food. Enjoying the warm food on my still sore throat. I tried not to grimace too much as I swallowed down the bitter tasting medicine. Afterwards I stayed on the couch with my friends, the six of us spent the rest of the day watching tv and forcing me to relax. 

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

BTOB “S/O sits in their lap”

BTOB Masterlist                                                  Group Masterlist

Ask:  May I request something about how BTOB would react when their girlfriend sits on their lap? Thank you!

A/N: Changed the request and made it gender neutral! For the rest 

Eunkwang: 

The sound of the piano being played completely filled your apartment when you entered your house. You adored it when Eunkwang played piano, he always looked so happy and it always filled your home with the sound of joy. 

Seeing him sitting on the bench, you allowed your fingertips to danc eover the back of his neck, making him slam his fingertips down on the keys in surprise. “Oh you’re home.” He laughed, turning his head to look at you and you nodded. You dropped your things and placed yourself in his lap, something you didn’t often do, but you just wanted to feel a little closer to him. You had a hard day.

“Oh, what’s this?” Eunkwang asked, wrapping his arms around you tightly to make sure you didn’t fall. “Just a rough day.” You mumbled, nestling your face in his neck and your breath tickled his neck. Starting to laugh, he pulled his neck away from your face and kissed you quickly.

“It must’ve been a really hard day, you never sit in my lap like this. Not that I mind.” 

Minhyuk: 

The bar had grown quite packed over the last few minutes, any empty seat that was left over was now full and that included yours. You didn’t think your seat would get taken as you simply got up to go to the bathroom. But you were proved wrong when you returned, seeing all the seats in Minhyuk’s vicinity in use.

“You’re back.” He said, not having noticed how busy the place had got himself because of the conversation with your friends. He looked around and then simply patted his lap to tell you to sit there. “Are you sure about that?” You asked and he looked up at you with a dopey smile. “Yeah I’m sure.” He said again, patting his lap once more. 

You sunk down onto his lap, your arm naturally wrapping around the back of his neck. Minhyuk’s arm wrapped around your waist, the other passing you your drink and the nestling his face into your neck. 

“You always have a seat here.” 

Changsub: 

Changsub was just absolutely exhausted, feeling drained from a lot of hard work and schedules. He was completely beat, he just wanted a few hours at home with you. Some uninterupted time to relax and recharge because he was absolutely empty. 

You could tell this when you came home, he looked so tired just sitting there on the couch. He was absolutely beat. You didn’t have to think twice before crawling into his lap and wrapping your arms around him. Changsub simply sunk into your touch, his arms slowly wrapping around you. 

“I am absolutely empty.” He said softly, feeling your fingers card through his hair. “It’s okay. Just relax.” Your forehead pressed to his as you spoke and his fingers started tracing on your skin. 

“I’m just glad I’m home, I’m glad you’re home. I just don’t want to function today anymore.” 

Hyunsik:

You hadn’t seen him physically in a long time. But the military had given him a break and well he was waiting for you at home to surprise you. But during the wait he decided to work on some music, not quite having had the opportunity in a while. 

So imagine your surprise when you come home and hear guitar being played. You knew it could only mean 1 thing, Hyunsik was home. You practially threw your things down and ran to the back room, where he always sat when he worked on music. He barely had the time to put his guitar down before you jumped into his arms and onto his lap. “You’re home!” 

Hyunsik was a laughing mess, adjusting the way you sat in his lap before kissing your cheek, forehead, nose and anywhere else he could reach. “Surprise?” He said softly and you laughed, hugging him even tighter. 

“I might have to take some more days off, you nearly injured me.” 

Peniel/Donggeun: 

Peniel either got quite confident around you, or shy, there was hardly an inbetween. He was just so hopelessly in love with you, his moods shifted and well now was one of those times. You had decided to visit him while they recorded the new album and the only seat that was free, was his lap. 

Greeting the other’s, you made a b-line for him and sat down on his lap almost instantly. The action made him incredibly flustered, stuttering for a moment as you said hello. “Hi, what are you doing?” He stuttered out and you were taken aback. 

“I assumed this seat was free.” You said, moving to get up because you thought he didn’t like it. Except his arms kept you in place, cuddling you into his chest a bit and ignoring the giggles from the other members. You smiled to yourself, finding it cute that you flustered him in front of the others. 

“I didn’t mean that I didn’t like you sitting here.” 

Ilhoon: 

(i miss him okay, like a lot)

“It’s cold outside.” Ilhoon mumbled, pulling the blanket you had hanging over your couch. “It is.” You said, shooting him a look because of the tone he said his words in. They were suggesting something. 

“It’s really cold outside...you should come over here and keep me warm.” He said, revealing his intentions and you started laughing. But who were you to say no? He lifted the blanket to let you snuggle up with him. You sat down in his lap and he pulled you close. 

Snuggling his face into your neck, he kissed the skin gently and with a smile. You pulled the blankets up more and he moved his hands to hold your waist. “You weren’t kidding when you said you needed to be kept warm. Your hands are freezing.” You winced feeling his cold hands through your shirt. He started laughing, pulling his face away from your neck and kissing you quickly. 

“Hold my hands then too, keep me warm.” 

Sungjae: 

(a toast to the boy i love most)

He had managed to fall asleep on the couch, with his head thrown back and his hands by his side. A true image of pure bliss as he slept, you were amazed that he wasn’t drooling. However seeing that his lap was free real estate, you couldn’t help yourself. 

Seating yourself in his lap sideways, he didn’t wake up at the sudden pressure. “Sungjae, honey wake up.” You said, carefully lifting his head because you knew it must’ve been straining his neck. You were greated with a dopey smile and half closed eyes. 

“When did you get here?” He asked, gesturing to his lap and making you laugh. Blinking, Sungjae tried waking himself up. His face still being cupped by your hands and he pouted his lips. It was a lazy attempt in asking for a kiss, but you were more than happy to oblige. 

“I like waking up to you like this.” 

A/N: I missed them and luckily got this done in time for their comeback today.

[blu-joons]

HUSBAND BTOB A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ SHIN PENIEL

A ⇴ AFFECTION

If there was one thing that you could always rely on Peniel for, it was affection. He would never turn you away if you needed a hug, although quite often it was him that made the first move and held onto you anyway.

B ⇴ BOYS

The boys adored you, mainly because they could see just how much Peniel adored you. They hated that he was away from his family for so long, but although they could never be replaced, you did a pretty good job, which the boys always appreciated too, knowing that Peniel had someone else looking out for him.

C ⇴ COMFORT

He was a great ear whenever you were going through a hard time, it didn’t matter how big or small your problem was, Peniel never left you to go through it alone. He would sit still, and not say a word until you had finished ranting, and then once you were done, he would give you plenty of advice on what to do next.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

You tended to do most of the chores as Peniel was so busy, which was something that he absolutely hated. He tried his best to pull his weight, and so when you’d do his jobs, Peniel would make sure to scold you, reminding you that you needed to rest too. He would try and do the majority of his jobs in the morning so that he could get them done before you noticed him and give you less to come home to at the end of the day too.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

The most important thing for the both of you after you got engaged was letting your families know. Peniel especially was keen to fly home so that he could share the news in person with all of his relatives, to get the chance to see their faces and tell them all about it without a delay like you got on the phone, and in the case of some of his relatives too, finally give him the chance to introduce you to them properly.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Peniel’s favourite thing about being with you was the comfort that knowing that he always had someone with him brought him. Wherever he was in the world, he knew that he had you by his side, being able to turn to someone whenever he needed them was something that he often missed out on, but whenever he needed you, you were there, which was something that he was incredibly thankful for.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

The two of you were quite social as a couple, you tended to instigate quite a few plans too so that you could catch up with your friends. From time to time, you liked quiet evenings at home, but most of the time the two of you liked to head out, even if it was just the two of you finding something fun to do.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

Your honeymoon was far from conventional, mainly because the destination of it was actually home. There was nowhere else in the world that the two of you wanted to be more, you didn’t care if it was cold, raining, or if there was very little to do, the company that you had was what meant the most to you both.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Actions over words was definitely how Peniel showed you that he loved you. Quite often, he found saying it aloud in front of you a little awkward, and so he much preferred to come home with a gift or organise something nice for the two of you to do as a way of telling you just how much he lovd you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

There are very few times whenever Peniel gets jealous, he trusts a lot of people, especially his friends, and tries a lot of the time to see the good in people. The worst thing for you is that when Peniel does get jealous, he’s able to hide it very well, he can force a smile onto his face and be polite, even when he doesn’t want to be, and so quite a lot of the time when he has jealous moments, they go unnoticed by you.

K ⇴ KIDS

As the two of you began to settle down, the conversation around starting a family became more and more frequent between the two of you. Quite often, Peniel would ask you how you felt about starting a family so that he could make sure that it was still something that you wanted, ensuring that your mind didn’t change.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

Your lazy days tended to be more like lazy afternoons with Peniel as he still liked to stick to his routine in the mornings. Once he had been to the gym and ticked off of all of his little jobs for the day, his afternoon would be dedicated to you, but no matter how many times you tried to convince him to give the gym a break for just one day, he would refuse, knowing that he would feel a lot better for it.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

The mornings were when Peniel thrived, he loved to wake up early and get started, however, you enjoyed a nice lie in in bed. He tried his best to encourage you to get up with him, but Peniel often knew that he was fighting a losing battle, getting most of his jobs done before you even got out of the bed.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

You loved spending time with each other in the evenings once your days were done, it didn’t matter what the two of you or doing, or where you were too, the company of one another was the most important thing.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Peniel was obsessed with how caring you were, he loved knowing that he had someone who would permanently look after him, you were someone who always listened to him, which Peniel loved about you.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that meant the most to Peniel were when you were by his side whilst he talked to his family, or some of his friends from home. He loved it because they always asked about you, and you always asked about them too, often talking to each another as if Peniel wasn’t even in the room with you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Nothing was ever too much trouble for Peniel, and so quite often he would ask if there was anything that you wanted him to do, more than happy to do anything that you wanted him to, no matter how big or small.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Although you weren’t always up for it, Peniel loved taking you to the gym with him. He enjoyed making sure that people knew that you were a couple too, refusing to workout alone, finding a way to involve you in everything that he did, whilst also spotting you and cheering you on when you gave something a go too.

S ⇴ SILENCE

You two definitely had your moments when you enjoyed your own space, sometimes the silence was what the two of you needed, especially when you were beginning to get overwhelmed. It wouldn’t usually take long though before one of you came back to the other and tried to pick up a conversation once again.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Peniel’s biggest trick for making things work with you was making sure that he was always there for you. He never wanted you to feel as if you were alone, trying his best to support you as much as he possibly could.

U ⇴ UPSET

Seeing you upset was the worst thing in the world for Peniel, he would stay right by your side until he saw you smiling again.

V ⇴ VISITS

As the two of you continued to settle down more, time with your families was important to you both, and so whenever you had enough time to be able to go and see them, you’d make plans straight away.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

Peniel’s one wish that he always had was that you would stay with him, he never wanted to be without you.

X ⇴ XXXX

Whenever he kissed you, Peniel made sure that you knew just how much he loved you from it. As much as he sometimes would just kiss you, you’d still know buried in the bottom of the kiss was a lot of love for you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the two of you relied on one another to get by most of the time.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

There’s nothing that you love more than falling asleep in Peniel’s arms, as much as sometimes you don’t want him to go to the gym, the benefits that come when you fall asleep beside him at night are definitely worth it.

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Masterlist

[t3kandson]

Burn Play

Word Count; 3,406

Fandom; BTOB

Rating; Explicit

Relationships; Reader x Shin Donggeun Aka Peniel

Characters; Shin Donggeun, mentions of Lee Changsub, Lee Minhyuk & IM Hyunsik

Warnings; Smut, Rope Play, Temperature play, Dominance (Peniel), & Body marking

You dragged yourself to your apartment, work had been busy and long. Your mobile had run out of battery and you knew your boyfriend would worry. You had run most of the 2 mile Journey home. You fumbled through your bag for the keys. As you saw your apartment entrance, you hardly noticed the tall well built man sitting on the front step, not until he stood up when you got closer.

His concerned frown instantly replaced by a blushing grin when he noticed your relief beaming smile at his appearance. You slid your arms around his waist snuggling into his marbled defined chest, as he kissed your head. “I was worried about you, you haven’t messaged since this morning,” he explained, holding you tightly and safely in his embrace. “My phone died,” You simply replied, snuggling him even more. You took a mental note to smell your favourite smell of Shin Donggeun, a mix of citrus, spice and musk. You shivered as the cold air hit your bare legs. “As much as I love holding you like this, maybe we should go inside before we catch a cold,” he chuckled. You looked up at him smiling down at you and before You could leave him, he kissed you briefly. The warmth of his quick embrace tingled your lips and made you shiver, but this time not from the chill in the air. He gently swatted your butt as he took the keys from your hand and opened up to the warmth of your small one bedroom apartment.

You enjoyed an evening of takeaway pizza he had treated you to, while you enjoyed a romantic movie. As You snuggled into his lap, his left hand was laced with yours, as his right hand massaged your head, occasionally gently threading through your hair as you was lost in the movie. This was your favourite end to what had been an exhausted day at work. Donggeun knew exactly how to make those days end perfectly. You had only been dating for a couple of months but he was the perfect boyfriend. Always listening to you drone on about the hardship of working as a PA for a rather traditional moody Bank CEO. He would often laugh and mock you, but at the same time help you find a way to deal with any work related disaster that came across. He had become not just your boyfriend, but your supporter and best friend. Though You could never admit that to your actual best friend Minhyuk.

He had been the one to introduce you both a year ago at one of his party’s that he held regularly. Donggeun was the quietest out the noisy bunch of friends Minhyuk regularly hanged around with. However that wasn’t an underestimate as Donggeun was neither a quiet guy, just he merrily was the less noisiest. He was the member of Minhyuk’s sports team friend that You hardly spoke to. So You had been taken back when Minhyuk had informed you on Donggeun’s crush. Your blushes encouraged Minhyuk and Changsub to act as Cupid. It had taken just mere days for you to see the beauty beneath the guy that was Shin Donggeun. After Hyunsik’s encouragement You had your first date and after the seventh, your first kiss. He was a pure gentleman taking everything slowly before you started officially dating.

He was attentive, always their when You needed him the most. Your sex life was amazing and he was so gentle with you, in fact often sometimes too gentle. It was as if he was worried he would hurt you if he unleashed himself fully. You had seen his dance moves at party’s and knew he could easy break your small petite frame if he let loose on you. You had broadened the subject a few times to reassure him he wouldn’t hurt you but he always brushed the conversation away.

As the film came to an end you noticed the time. You really didn’t want him to leave. You felt his presence was the best relief from the stresses of the day you had just had. “Peni,” You whispered his nickname against the music of the credit roll of the movie you had watched. “Hmmm,” he replied still massaging your head. “Can you stay tonight?” You asked. “If you want,” he replied not taking his eyes off you laying their, that it caused you to face him. He looked as if he was struggling to hold himself together. As you laid on your side to face him you became aware of his hardened member beneath his jeans. You couldn’t help but instantly reach out to touch it, feeling it strain against the hard material of his jeans. “He looks like he needs releasing,” you teased. He moaned while softly thrusting his hip against your palm. Humming in reply, he closed his eyes to the way you was fondling him. You moved to an easier position so that your fingers could meet with his jean buttons.

He picked you up by your waist so that you was on his lap straddling him. He grazed his teeth against his bottom of his lips as he looked at you deep in lust. Your eyes locked in with his adoring dark chocolate ones. His hands on the top of your shoulder pushing your weight on top of his bulge. You was sure you had drenched your pants so badly that you was sure you was leaving wet marks on his jeans. He then trailed a finger down your spine causing your body to shiver. Your body fell into the crook of his neck moaning as he repeated with his other hand, as he laughed softly at your reaction. He cupped your face, “your so cute,” he whispered, before placing his lips against yours. The softness had you melt into him as his tongue slid against yours. Your saliva coating each other as you both fell into the passion of the heated exchange between you. His hands softly stroking your arms that was placed on his defined chest.

He suddenly stood up wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you, not leaving your lips or changing your position as he carried you to your bedroom. The excitement causing your kisses to become more frenzied as he softly chuckled. The hummed vibration of his chuckle causing your hands to pull him further against you, so your kisses was more passionate.

He gently released you on to the bed leaving your mouth empty. You pouted causing him to chuckle even harder as he stood back to see you in the hot mess his kisses had left you. His face then changed to more serious, “I want to try something with you,” he asked. “Yes you know I’m up for anything as long as it’s with you,” you replied. “Why would it be with anyone else?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You know what I meant,” you replied, attempting to swatt him but he moved backward smirking at you. His expression instantly became infectious as You smirk back at him. “What I want to do….. I’m scared i’ll hurt you,” he said lowly, changing his smirk to an more anxious expression. You got off the bed to cup his face. “I trust you,” you whispered smiling at him. He looked at you as if he was arguing inwardly with himself. “I’m not made of glass you know………… it won’t harm me being broken a little,” you teased. “I want this too, you know I want you to be rough with me. I want you to experiment with me in every way possible,” you added. He looked deep in thought as he looked at the bed behind you. He took his hands to lace with yours still cupped round his face. “If I become too much, you have to say,” he pleaded looking for a sign that you wasn’t ready for what ever he had planned. You smiled reassuringly, “yes I promise.”

He returned his lips to yours more harder as he gently stroked your shoulder but also encouraging you to walk backwards to the bed. As the back of your knee felt the mattress he slid his hands behind your knee causing your legs to collapse. You hurtled into the bed taking yourself by surprise. You grabbed onto his jumper as his hand caught your head from the unexpected movement. As he hovered over your body still taken by surprise. “If you want me to stop you have to say Red,” he said as he searched your face. You smiled and nodded. “What did I say?” he asked. “If, that’s if, I can’t take no more, I have to say red,” you teased. “Y/N I’m being serious, I don’t want to hurt you if I get too lost in your beauty,” he said seriously. You looked at him more serious and nodded. “Wait their then,” he said, taking one look at you as he left for a couple minutes, returning with his rucksack. He placed it by the bed. Looked at you once more and rolled his neck as if he unearthed his true inner sex godness

He prowled rather sexually towards you, throwing his lips against yours much more harder causing you to momentary giggle. He clamped his teeth against your bottom lip making you Yelp in surprise. Worried he would return back to worrying, he instead looked at you with a mischievous grin. Pinning your hands to the side of your head, lacing his fingers through gently as he rolled his body into yours. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt the tenderness of your heat. Feeling the hardening bulge in his jeans slam against you, you moaned. He leant towards your ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, but first Were going to play,” he whispered, biting your ear lobe causing another whimper. “Now let’s get these clothes off,” he said through light kisses on your neck causing your skin to tingle.

He removed your clothes caught between moments of his usual gentle Kissing till you was in just your underwear. He then reached in to his bag taking items out and placing them on the floor. He had scorned you when you lifted your head to investigate. He emerged with some red rope. Your eyes you sure was gleaming with excitement. Donggeun was focused on lacing the rope through the metal bars on the head rest, leaving enough rope at the ends draped over the corner of the bed. When he was finished attending to the rope, he looked at you. He breathed deeply as he took you in laying their with anticipation at what he had planned. He raised his eyebrow erotically and returned his soft kisses to your lips. Trailing them down your neck and without warning dug his teeth in, causing your body to jolt against him. “Fuck,” you screamed out between pain and arousal. His fingers gently lacing yours as he gently kissed his mark on your neck. He trailed kisses towards your lips. Biting down on your bottom lip before digging his teeth in to the other side of your neck, this time you prepared for it. Your pelvis lifted to meet his bulge causing him to gently growl. You tried to move your hands breaking them free for a second from his. “No I never said you could leave my hands did i?” he said, biting the exposed part of your breast. Another groan left you as your body thrashed underneath him. The sensitive roll of pain washed by tingling pleasure followed.

He left your hands to pull on the rope tying each wrist up tightly, which caused your wrist to burn if you pulled on it. “You rebel against me I’ll tie your ankles too,” he threatened causing you to laugh. He raised his eyebrow. “Are you laughing at me Y/N?” He said looking serious. He looked so hot and you felt the wetness in your heat increase. “Sorry,” you whispered causing him to evilly smirk. “That’s what I thought,” he said, returning his lips back to your shoulders. Kissing gently before sinking his teeth in again on your shoulder blade. The pain rippling through you as your hands instinctly thrashing, causing the rope to burn. Oddly despite the pain a wave of tingling washed over you.

You felt your body rebel against the torture confusing it with pleasure. Your Bud began to throb desperate for any contact. You raised your pelvis to meet his bulged cock, causing him to moan. He threw his head back before snapping his hip against yours. You moaned at the contact and pulled at the burning ropes, causing another wave of tingling. lifting your pelvis again to Donggeun, he repeated the same attack against your body. “Do it one more time I dare you?” he threatened, looking at you almost panting. You couldn’t help but challenge him and lifted your pelvis for that connection. This time he moved his body back so You couldn’t feel his bulge against you.

“I warned you,” he hissed. He leant to the side of the bed pulling another rope into his grip. This time he tied your ankles to the bottom of the bed, so that you couldn’t move. This time instead of attending to kiss your neck, he looked at you ripping your pants, leaving you exposed to him. “Oh look at you, your all wet for me,” he smirked, as he gently brushed his fingers against your sensitive bud. Your body tensed and fought against the rope. The burning tingling wave increasing as the rope burned against your ankles, adding to it’s affect. You threw you head as far into the mattress moaning as your body rebelled against the suppose torture of the burns.

Donggeun slipped his fingers into you, “so wet for me,” he smirked, as you nodded in reply. “Who owns this?” he asked speeding his fingers, ploughing then into you. “You do, you own this, you own me,” you said panting. You felt a second finger join, “look at you so greedy,” he teased, “Bet you want my cock in you,” he added, as he added a third finger causing your body to thrash and burn.

“I think your too greedy,” he hissed. “I think you should be punished for that,” he added, removing his fingers to your whimpers. “I’m sorry I’ll try not to be greedy,” you said, rocking your pelvis gently to avoid the rope biting as you attempted to keep your arms and legs straight. “Your pretty much getting off on nothing and you tell me your sorry for being greedy,” Donggeun sneered, Looking at your uncontrollable self. He left the room leaving you their tied to the bed and naked from the bottom. It wasn’t long before he returned with a bag and placed it on the floor, before you could attempt to guess what was in it.

He lifted a candle and a lighter from the side of the bed. He sat at the side of the bed as he lit the candle. Taking you in he looked at you adoringly before his mischievous expression returned. He kissed your lips gently before tipping the candle over your stomach. The burn at the instant touch causing you to jolt, repeating the rope burn pleasurable waves washing over you. He dribbled the candle over your pelvis repeating the burning build up. You was so turned on you felt your walls clench around nothing as you panted through the arousal sensitive feeling. “Please I’m sorry,” you pleaded. He dribbled the wax against your heat as it dribbled down towards your folds burning and tingling as it dripped.

He blew the candle out as he removed his top showing his warm chest. He was well defined and kept his body well. He undid the rope around your ankle your body shaking from excitement and anticipation. He wriggled his hands behind your body searching the clasp of your bra. “Maybe I should have removed this first,” he giggled as his usual gentle voice returned. You returned his giggle as he unclasped you. He looked at you his stoic face returning. “Are you laughing at me?” he spluttered. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I promise I won’t do it again,” you pleaded. Your body couldn’t take any more sensitive play and needed something a little more then air or fingers in you. He stood up removing his jeans and pants freeing his long thick cock. He pulled the skin back as he pleasured himself looking at your body.

He bent down into the bag and popped something in his mouth. He returned to the bed hovering over you. Taking your nipple in his mouth, icy coldness burning your skin as you realised he had an ice cube in his mouth. Keeping your hands still as you used your free legs to thrash underneath the wave of tingling following. He continued to torture you as he dragged the ice cube towards your other nipple. The burn biting you as you rocked your pelvis moaning out. Donggeun sunk his fingers back in to your wet pussy as they slowly fucked you. Dragging the almost melted ice cube to your belly button leaving it against the hardening wax that had deposited earlier. Your moans loudening at his fingers fucking you at a faster pace. He removed them as you gasped at the emptyness.

However, it wasn’t long before he sunk his cock into you causing you to fight against the rope around your wrist, your body extra sensitive around him. Your walls already clamping against his cock. “Look at your hungry pussy eating my cock,” he muttered against your neck. He yanked your hair when you didn’t reply, “answer me?” he spluttered. “Yes…. yes I’m hungry,” you whined as he thrusted in to you hard that you felt a pain in the deepest part of you, followed by that familiar wave of tingling as you screamed out. He continued to thrust into you hard and slow at first. Your body screaming out at him you had never felt so sensitive and aroused.

He gently kissed your chin as his hands laced around the rope, freeing your hands. His fingers found yours, lacing together gently. He sped against you the deep thrusts pounding in to you as his eyes locked in to yours. The sweat dripping off his face as he fucked you hard and fast but at the same time his hands and eyes adoring you. You felt your high closing in as he further sped up. Your screams growing louder. You felt from your core a burning heat rise through your body as you screamed through your building orgasm. Your head lolled back as you lost visual for a few seconds. Your body thrashing violently underneath Donggeun’s remaining sloppy but hard thrusts. His moans deeper as he chased his own high. Your body remained so sensitive that you orgasm continued as if it was never ending. Your vision returning but seeing stars as he thrusted heavily through his orgasm. Hot cum filling you as his pace slowed with your body still thrashing underneath him, shaking as your high began to calm down. It had been the best orgasm you had ever experienced because you let him get lost in you. He rolled off you and laid panting by your side.

He left to the bathroom returning minutes later with a cloth as he washed your body from the wax and cum. When he was finished he kissed your ankles from the rope burn and your wrists followed by the marks he left. He looked into your exhausted eyes, “I didn’t hurt you did I?” he said searching your eyes. “Yes you did….. but I bloody loved every minute of it,” you replied with a smile that mirrored his seconds later. He pulled you to his chest. “Oh I have plenty of tricks to play with you, if your up for it,” he said. You hummed against his chest before replying, “I can’t wait.” You closed your eyes listening to his thumping heart beat beneath you. He sensed sleep wasn’t far. “But your have to wait till then,” he said stroking your head. “For now just sleep,” he said kissing the top of your head as sleep washed over both of you

Masterlist

[leejungchans]

— juliet on kingdom (episode 6).

juliet’s masterlist

from may 6’s episode

note: read the tweets from the bottom up 💕 keep in mind that this contains spoilers in case you want to watch the episode first :3 more under the cut bc i also went a tiny bit overboard with this 💀

— juliet’s outfit;

disclaimer: the blurring of faces in my outfit collages is in no way meant as a form of disrespect, the sole purpose is to put the focus on the hairstyle and there is absolutely no ill intent. thank you for understanding!!

when they were deciding on the groups for round 3, juliet was so happy they ended up choosing stray kids and btob

right after announcing that decision she immediately went to felix and gave him a big hug :((

but we came here to talk about the sports day 🤩

let’s make one (1) thing clear: juliet is here to make friends 😇

B U T she is also an ateez member, aka she is very competitive 💀

this is the same person who refused to sleep when playing the mafia game which was partly the reason for why it got banned from their dorms

probably texted felix the night before like “ily bestie but if we ever have to go head-to-head tmr ur going D O W N”

she said 🔥👄🔥

someone collect her please

ngl she was kinda jealous of skz’s pink outfits bc they looked so cute in them :(((

strawberry kids pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺

but her outfit was also adorable like what :((((

THE BUCKET HAT 🥺

this was also the tiniest she’s looked on kingdom since she always wore boots with some form of platforms for the performances :c

ateez and stray kids’ tables were next to each other so she finally had the opportunity to interact more with the others and not just chanlix!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

pretty much became besties with jisung, changbin and jeongin after that day and also became friends with peniel 🤩🤩

there were still a lot of lixliet moments!!!! even in the background you could see them just chilling and having fun 🥰🥰

also bonded with changmin (from tbz, not the mc ahshjws😭) over liking horror movies and stuff

“you have a chUCKY DOLL??? CAN I SEE IT????? DO YOU HAVE A PHOTO??????? 🤩”

not them cooing over photos of his chucky doll like it’s a baby/pet photo 💀

ateez and the boyz: 👁👄👁 should we be afraid orrr...?

hongjoong, in the distance: you can admire it but don’t you dare bring one home

okay the vaulting competition ✨

while watching sf9 go she was like “:ccc but i’m already shorter than the first level (1.7m)” 💀

she got really shy when changmin read that she has 10 years of ballet experience uwu

changmin, jokingly: oh~ she’s shorter than the box already

juliet: ☹️☹️🥺🥺

changmin: whdjgjwhd sorry sorry sorry 😭

eunkwang: hey!!!! don’t make the baby sad!!!!!!!

she killed it!! mostly bc of her flexibility as she could lift her legs high enough to not touch the box!!

she made it past 2.2m so that’s pretty cool 🤩

eunkwang: maybe it has to do with being born in australia and being around kangaroos

gave the cameras a 🥰✌️🕺🏻😚 after every successful jump

everyone else being her biggest hypemen 😌 the privilege smh

okay but one time as she was running up to the box her hat flew off and she went “nooooo” in tiny and ran back to get it

literally everyone on set went 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 uwu

even the judge/referee laughed 😭

you know how people are like “hold my xxx”

that was juliet but with her bucket hat 💀💀

for her last attempt at 2.3m she uhhh... kinda body-slammed right into the box and knocked it over so they both fell onto the mat 🤕🤕

cue yunho, wooyoung, chan and minhyuk who immediately rushed up to her to see if she was okay :(

the others were like “is she okay???? :c”

ngl it hurt quite a bit but she was also very giggly bc she didn’t expect herself to make it that far

but after the adrenaline wore off she definitely felt the pain :(

so they had to vote for the visual king right

mnet was like ok juliet u can vote for the visual king but they can’t vote for u bc we don’t wanna start anything so u can be the visual queen and win by default 😄

“should i be insulted that they made me win by default 😅😅😅”

yes juliet actually said that on camera and they left it in 💀💀

she still took the selfie and mnet put hers up on the board with everyone else’s but with a little crown over hers that said ‘visual queen’ 💀💀💀💀💀

she was pretty embarrassed by that ngl but sigh what else can she do 😔

hyunjae, pointing to the tiny crown over juliet’s selfie: ohhhhhh does this mean we can’t vote for juliet?

eric: if we could she’d probably win by a landslide

sir we caught u in 4k 👁👁

when seonghwa said he thought felix was cute and wanted to adopt him as a little brother though 🥺

juliet went (◕‿◕) and immediately dragged him over to felix like “OI MATE HERE’S YOUR NEW FRIEND SEONGHWA”

Little Miss Indecisive makes a reappearance bc whO SHOULD SHE VOTE FOR?????

“can i vote for someone not on the show?”

she didn’t actually say that don’t worry

she ended up voting for minhyuk!!!

mostly bc she genuinely thought he was really cool but also bc they were far apart enough in age that people would be less likely to spread rumours

it do be like that sometimes :/

“minhyuk-sunbaenim was very charismatic in their performance from last round, and he was so cool just now during the vaulting competition so i’m going to vote for him!”

she did write a tiny disclaimer on her paper slip that said “everyone is handsome!! <3” though 🥺

WHEN FELIX PLACED 2ND IN THE VISUAL KING THINGY

biggest hypewoman

“YEAHHH FELIX THAT’S MY CUTE BESTIE RIGHT THERE EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HIM!!! FELIX VISUAL KING!!!!! SO TRUE BESTIE!!!!!!!!!”

hwjdbwjjs before they announced minhyuk as first the mcs asked juliet who she voted for and she was so shy when she said she voted for him 😭😭😭

she didn’t take part in the balloon snake tag game and the relay bc she was pretty exhausted from the vaulting (and also bc the boys told her not to bc they could tell she was still slightly in pain after she slammed into the box 🥺)

so instead she became everyone’s designated cheerleader :3

when wooyoung came first in the relay she was so proud!!!!

right after he crossed the finishing line she ran up to him and tackled him in a big hug :ccc

then she went up to eunkwang and asked if he was okay bc he fell during the relay :((((

in conclusion she had so much fun that day and was happy to make even more frens 🥰

— fan reactions;

a/n: this episode was so fun 😭 pls the vaulting game was so funny to watch ahdjjwjs but they all did so well???? i wouldn’t even make it past the first level so idk how minhyuk and chan both managed to go over 2.3m 😭 tbz were also so good at it though???? pls the way juyeon and changmin made it look so easy 👁👄👁 also eric was out for blood in the balloon snake tag game ahjshwjsb we stan 🤩 let me know what you think!! your support really means a lot to me and is what keeps me motivated so thank you all sm 💕💕

[sneezyminniejo]

All in the Timing

This was requested on AO3

Felix gets injured during practice

TW injury

The members of the Mayfly dance unit were gathered in KQ Entertainment's practice room eating the ice cream Peniel ordered. They were also beginning discussions on what they wanted to do for their performance.

"I think it would be awesome if Peniel hyung is like commanding a bunch of dogs on leashes." Minho said. The others were quick to agree.

There was a whole host of conversation on the choreo, when San chimed in "What if one of us jumps off a platform and lands in another's arms." Everyone started to murmur in excitement at the thought of the stunt and immediately began planning out the details.

After some deliberation, it was decided that Felix would be the one to jump, while Wooyoung would catch him. The nine members then began discussing the logistics of the jump.

They decided that Wooyoung would be braced by four or five dancers, while Felix would get a running start before jumping into the older man's arms. It was also decided that four dancers would prop Felix up until he could practice on the actual set.

The practices at the studio had been going swimmingly. There was one moment where Wooyoung nearly dropped Felix, but no one got hurt. It just caused the duo to be more determined to practice the jump.

After another long day of practice, the five Ateez members invited the other four over to their dorm for dinner. Peniel declined, as he needed to get back to his own apartment for some rest before recording his podcast. Minho and Jeongin also declined, having already made plans with some of their friends. Minho merely told Felix to be back at the dorm by a reasonable hour and left it at that.

When the six men arrived at the Ateez dorm, they all got comfortable on the couch as they discussed what to have for dinner. Seonghwa insisted on making something and eventually got Felix to choose what. Seonghwa then moved to the kitchen to begin making dinner.

As Seonghwa was preparing dinner the other two Ateez members returned home and were equally ecstatic that Felix was joining them for dinner. “I know Minho hyung said that you should get back to your own dorm at a reasonable time, but you guys were also talking about how your first schedule is coming here for practice, so why don’t you just sleep over? It’ll save you the headache of travelling.” Jongho had said at one point. Soon after the others were humming in agreement about how it made more logical sense to just stay over.

Felix pondered for a minute. “I would need to borrow some clothes, but as long as I text Chan-hyung, I should be able to stay the night with no problems.” He quickly texted Chan and Minho just in case Chan was too absorbed in his own work and quickly got a thumbs up emoji in response from both of them.

“Hyung says I can stay the night, but I’m going to need to borrow somebody’s clothes for the night, and tomorrow.” Everyone was excited and the others were quick to figure out who’s clothes Felix could borrow and the sleeping arrangements for the night before they continued to eat their dinner.

At some point after dinner, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had decided to go to their rooms. Hongjoong to get some writing done, and Seonghwa wanted to continue reading a book he was in the middle of. That left the 99 liners and the 00 liners in the living room.

The six men were sitting in the living room chatting and the five members of Mayfly’s dance unit started to tell Jongho about the jump they had planned for their choreography.

“I almost dropped him last time Jongie. I feel like we need more practice, but we need four people to hold me up and four more to prom Felix up since we don’t have the platform yet.” Wooyoung pouted slightly as he was complaining to his dongsaeng. Jongho was listening intently to his hyung then got an idea.

“Hyungs, we have enough people to practice the jump right here.” The others stared at him a moment, then San motioned for him to continue. “ We could all hold up Wooyoungie hyung, and Felix could run off the couch.” The first person to move was Felix, who immediately jumped on the couch and started making power stances. The others moved some things out of the way then worked together to figure out how to properly brace Wooyoung.

One the 99 liners and Jongho were confident in having Wooyoung properly braced, Wooyoung gave Felix the go ahead to run off the couch and jump into his arms. Felix made sure he was on the opposite end of the couch from where he was going to jump, then he started running.

When Felix jumped off the armrest of the couch, his foot slipped, making it so he didn’t have a firm stance when he leapt into the air. Since Felix didn’t have a firm stance when he jumped, he was also unable to properly land in Wooyoung’s arms.

It almost happened in slow motion. Felix felt his ankle twinge weirdly when he jumped, and again when it accidentally hit Yunho’s side. Wooyoung is holding onto Felix’ shirt as if his life depended on it. However because Felix didn’t land properly, Wooyoung didn’t have a proper grip on the younger, practically taking off Felix’ shirt in the process.

Wooyoung quickly got out of the grasp of the others, and they all went to assess both Yunho and Felix. Yunho wasn’t very hurt. Felix hadn’t kicked very hard at all. It was more of his foot digging into his side a little as he fell than it was a kick. Felix on the other hand was sitting on the ground holding foot up to his chest.

“Felix-ah, are you hurt?” San asked, somewhat rhetorically since the younger was cradling one of his feet. Felix nodded as tears began to emerge from his eyes. “I think I twisted my ankle.” Yeosang quickly ran to the kitchen to get some ice, while San and Jongho helped Felix stand up. As soon as Felix tried to put some weight on his foot, he hissed in pain and brought his foot back into the air as he was helped to the couch. Meanwhile Wooyoung went to go get Hongjoong and Seonghwa, so they could be informed that their guest was injured.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were quick to leave their rooms to see what the damage was. Seonghwa took a look at Felix’ ankle and agreed that it was most likely sprained. Wooyoung was messaging Minho to tell him Felix was injured, while Hongjoong was doing the same thing with Chan.

Hongjoong and Wooyoung both assured Chan and Minho respectively that Felix had ice on his ankle and that they had bandages to wrap it up in later. The two Ateez members sighed as they put down their phones and went to help out. 

Wooyoung went to the bathroom to get the bottle of paracetamol and a glass of water. When he returned to the living room, he handed the medicine to the younger and began propping his foot up on the throw pillows that had been thrown to the floor when they practiced their stunt.

“So all Wooyoung told us was that Felix had injured his ankle. He didn’t tell us how. Would anyone care to enlighten us?” Seonghwa asked the group, giving them a very stern look, daring them to lie to him. Felix was the one to confess. “We were practicing the stunt for our Mayfly performance. I got the timing wrong when I jumped off the couch.” Seonghwa just about face palmed upon hearing what happened. Instead he sighed exasperatedly and sat down next to the younger.

“We need to keep your foot elevated tonight, and you probably shouldn’t put any weight on it for the next few days.” Seongwha paused and gave everyone a stern look before continuing, “That means no practicing the choreo or the stunt for Felix.” The others were quick to nod their heads in understanding. Satisfied, Seonghwa turned on the tv and told the others to get ready for bed. Hongjoong had just returned from their storage closet holding a pair of crutches from the last time one of them had injured their leg.

“Here Felix, this way you can get around our dorm without having to put any weight on your foot and no one will have to carry you.” Felix thanked the older, glad that he wouldn’t have to be carried around until he got back to his own dorm. It wasn’t long after that the others returned to the living room. They watched tv for a little while before deciding that it was time for bed. The members of the dance unit were all thinking similar things, ‘dance practice will be interesting tomorrow.’

The following day Felix, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung guiltily waited for the others to arrive. Minho and Jeongin were the first to enter the room. Both members went over to Felix to see how his ankle was. “Hyung, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt as much today as it did yesterday, and I can move my ankle just fine. It primarily hurts if I try to put weight on it.” Felix demonstrated by rotating his ankle, showing zero discomfort. Minho sighed in relief, as that meant it wasn’t a severe injury.

A few minutes later, a completely oblivious Peniel entered the practice room. Peniel felt the tension as soon as he walked in. “What’s with all the tension? I could cut it with a knife.” Peniel joked before he zeroed in on Felix’ propped up ankle with a set of crutches at his side.

“What happened to Felix?” Peniel asked Minho. Minho shrugged, “Ask him, he slept over with Ateez last night and we got a message from Hongjoong and Wooyoung saying he got hurt and he probably wouldn’t be able to practice for a few days. Peniel looked at Felix, Concern etched on his face.

Felix Sheepishly looked down at his hands as he answered. “Funny you should mention practice. We decided to practice the jump last night at the dorm and my timing was a bit off. When I jumped off the couch, my foot slipped and Wooyoung wasn’t able to catch me.”

“Felix, did you learn nothing from the monkey’s who jumped on the bed?” Peniel asked. Felix chuckled a little at Peniel’s joke. “Nice one, but in my defence, I was jumping off a couch doing a stunt, not jumping on a bed with no regards to my surroundings.” Felix then high fived Peniel, glad that the older wasn’t mad at him. The others were a bit confused at what the two native English speakers were talking about, but decided not to question it in favor of practicing.

The day of the Kingdom performance, Felix’ ankle was almost completely healed. Throughout all the preparation Felix and Wooyoung decided that they were going to do the stunt, even though they hadn’t had as much practice as they would have liked. Felix had been dancing just fine throughout the entirety of the performance, but when it came time for his stunt, he had become nervous and hoped he wouldn’t re-injure his ankle.

As Felix was running across the platform, he hoped with all his might that he would get the timing correct and land safely in Wooyoung’s arms. Unknowingly to Felix, Chan had been watching worriedly in the SKZ waiting room and had actually worriedly said Felix’ name out loud in concern when it came time for the jump. To his, and everyone else’s relief, Felix landed squarely in Wooyoung’s arms. The members of the other three groups didn’t know that Felix did the stunt on an injured ankle and were even more impressed when they found out.

After Mayfly was done with all of their performances, Eunkwang bought ice cream for everyone.

[exogotmeoncrack]

BTOB's attitude in kingdom is just the most lovely, down to earth, heart warming thing.

SEO EUNKWANG'S FACE PILLOW

Team meeting? In the office? NO. LET'S DO IT IN EUNKWANG'S HOME.

1st Performance discussion? NO. AFTER PARTY. Ey eyy.

Peniel : Evidence of Long hair in his home? - gf exposed.

"We're all fighters in battle, but BTOB are like healers" 🥺

Everyone else : " WANNA WIN"

Eunkwang : " This is Fun."

I love them so much.

Song selection WE NEED TO B SRS. 2 sec later - "BEEP BEEP Bang bang".

Changsub :" how bout we rearrange a ballad AND MIX IN A BREAK DANCE."

Also Changsub : "It's too high. GIVES UP"

Eunkwang *I've à better idea*- TBZ, SKZ, ATZ all turn so... MINHYUK WHY DON'T YOU TURN TOO.

Changsub: "There's a diff in young ppl muscle tension and OUR muscle tension." but still MINHYUK GO.

This song is magic.

Minhyuk KATANA

The flower petal shower.

Seonghwa basically crying at their performance and everyone literally falling in love. San:"They're first place in my heart".

San : "Their gentleness beat strength"

I'm surprised MINHYUK was the one that convinced BTOB to appear on the show. Oh wow. And he worked his ass off cos he wanted to show off his group to the world 🥺🥺🥺 my heart ❤️