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Me vs. Claude

Just for shits and giggles, I asked Claude to rewrite some of my work. The result was predictably painful. I’ve never seen so many em dashes (I’m an n dash girlie) in that short of a text in my life. It definitely felt like it was trying too hard to impress me rather than the soulless versions of AI generated prose I normally see.

Also I have no idea how people manage to pump out 100k word fics this way because holy hell I do not have the patience or the poker face.

My writing:

To say Hyunjae lived in a shitty apartment was likely an insult to shitty apartments. However, the rent was cheap, it was a roof over his head, and most of his neighbors weren't home at night. The walk up the three flights of stairs to Hyunjae's apartment was slower than usual. 

When they finally reached Hyunjae's door, Juyeon was out of breath. Hyunjae held him up with one arm as he unlocked the door. 

"I'm sorry," Hyunjae said quietly as he dropped their bags in the entryway.

"It's literally our jobs to beat each other up," Juyeon pointed out, toeing off his shoes.

"You get paid for a job. We only get paid if we win," Hyunjae pointed out. He helped Juyeon over to his thrifted couch. Juyeon hissed a little as Hyunjae lowered him to sitting.

"Do you want ice for your ribs?" Hyunjae asked, walking into the kitchen and opening the freezer.

"I'm good," Juyeon replied cradling his injured side.

"I hit you pretty hard," Hyunjae observed as he took out the ice tray and filled a plastic bag with ice.

"Nothing I can't handle," Juyeon told him.

"Use it anyway," Hyunjae handed him the bag wrapped in an old dish towel.

"Thanks," Juyeon took it and pressed it against his side.

"You did good tonight. I thought you had me there a couple times," Hyunjae sat on the couch.

"I did," Juyeon smiled a little. Hyunjae opened a box on the coffee table and pulled out a joint. He lit it and took a long drag before exhaling the smoke through his nose like a self satisfied dragon.

Prompt for Claude:

Rewrite this passage focusing on emotional language and highly detailed prose:

Claude’s Version:

To call Hyunjae's apartment shabby would have been a generous kindness — a polite fiction that the building itself seemed to resent. The walls held the memory of water damage like old wounds, the hallways smelled of cigarette smoke and someone else's cooking, and the bare bulb on the second landing had been flickering its death rattle for what felt like months. Still, the rent was cheap enough that Hyunjae never complained about it out loud, the ceiling was solid enough to keep the rain out, and the neighbors — God bless them — kept hours that meant coming home at 2 a.m. was a quiet, private affair.

The three flights of stairs had never felt so merciless.

Hyunjae climbed them slowly, his arm wound around Juyeon's waist with a steadiness that his expression didn't quite match. Every step was deliberate, careful — the kind of careful that came not from tenderness but from guilt, though the two had begun to feel indistinguishable.

By the time they reached the door, Juyeon's breath was coming in shallow, ragged pulls, his hand braced against the doorframe like he was trying to hold the building upright rather than himself. Hyunjae unlocked the door with one hand, the other still pressed firm and anchoring at Juyeon's side — not the bruised one. He knew exactly where the bruised one was.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, the words falling into the dark entryway as he dropped their bags. They landed with a dull, exhausted thud.

"It's literally our jobs to beat each other up," Juyeon said, the familiar dry humor surfacing through the pain like something stubborn and practiced. He toed off his shoes with slow, measured movements, each one a small negotiation with his body.

"You get paid for a job," Hyunjae replied, his voice flat with a truth neither of them particularly enjoyed. "We only get paid if we win."

The couch was old — thrifted from somewhere that hadn't asked questions — and it sagged faithfully as Hyunjae lowered Juyeon into it. Juyeon hissed sharply, a small, involuntary sound that he would have swallowed if he could have, and Hyunjae's jaw tightened at the sound of it.

"Do you want ice for your ribs?" He was already moving toward the kitchen, already pulling open the freezer before the question had fully left his mouth.

"I'm good," Juyeon said, one arm cradling his side with the practiced instinct of someone who had learned exactly where it hurt and exactly how to hold it.

"I hit you pretty hard." It wasn't quite an apology. It wasn't quite not one either.

"Nothing I can't handle." The words came easily — too easily, worn smooth from overuse.

"Use it anyway."

Hyunjae wrapped the ice in an old dish towel that had seen better decades and handed it over without ceremony, the way you hand someone something they need without wanting to make a production of needing it. Juyeon accepted it with a quiet thanks and pressed it to his side, his breath steadying incrementally at the cold relief.

Hyunjae lowered himself onto the other end of the couch, the cushion dipping beneath him with a familiar groan of springs.

"You did good tonight." He said it the way he said most things that mattered — simply, without decoration. "I thought you had me there a couple times."

"I did," Juyeon said, and the small smile that crossed his face was the most unguarded thing about him — brief and genuine and a little bit proud.

Hyunjae reached for the box on the coffee table. He pulled out a joint, lit it with a flick of his lighter, and drew from it long and slow, holding the smoke in his chest before exhaling through his nose in two lazy curls — like a dragon, Juyeon had once said, deeply satisfied with itself. Tonight, watching the smoke dissolve into the stale apartment air, Hyunjae thought that wasn't far off.

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Losing The Spark

I’m not even sure where to start with this other than to do a massive brain dump.

I’ve lost my writing spark. I’ve started several new medications, been sick, and pushed myself too hard to post on the serial fic sites which have impossible standards for almost no return. I haven’t written anything of substance in close to a month. I’ve updated the rewrite of Arranged, but one chapter was pretty much entirely porn and that’s easy for me to write.

I read 5 of the 6 books in the Game Changers series (the series Heated Rivalry is based on) and a standalone book also by Rachel Reid. I loved Time to Shine. Like blasted through it in a few hours. I want to write a fic for it so badly, but my brain refuses to *work*. I know it won’t get a ton of traffic, but that’s not why I write. I posted my AO3 stats on Threads to illustrate how bonkers the stats on Heated Rivalry fics are and ended up starting a micro-trend. When I started posting on AO3, it was for BTS in 2018 and the fandom was already oversaturated. I was never gonna do big numbers. Then I moved to Ateez, Stray Kids, and finally settled with TBZ. I think I’m one of a half a dozen active TBZ writers. It’s all but a dead fandom.

The thing is I know exactly how to get traffic. I know what fandom, ship, and trope to write to get the hits, kudos, and comments but I don’t WANT TO. It would feel, at best, hollow and soulless. That’s not why I do what I do. Maybe that’s why I’m so frustrated right now. I want to write, but my brain refuses to just do the damn thing. I’ve wrapped my identity up so much in being a writer that when I don’t write I feel like I’ve failed on some level. I’m a Capricorn. Failure is not an option. I hate it.

I don’t know what to do to get my spark back. Do I just have to wait it out? I hate waiting. Is there something I can actually do about it? It sucks and I hate it.

Also I miss my Boyzies. A lot.

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reblog to throw tomatoes at people who harass/shame others over fiction.

also reblog to give fanfic writers the love and courage to write whatever they want—however they want—forever.

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Stay freaky my friends

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Fandoms Behaving Badly: Heated Rivalry

This is the one place I can be raw and unfiltered so if you see nothing wrong with how the Heated Rivalry fandom (hereafter known as “Loons”) have behaved since the show aired, feel free to ignore this post.

Up until 2 days ago, everything I knew about the show, the actors, the production, and the source material was against my will. It sounded like a standard BL to me. Yet I watched people make it their whole personalities. I’ve seen that in plenty of fandoms before (don’t ask me about my Gilmore Girls phase please). I was around for Superwholock. I’ve watched fandoms tear themselves to shreds, but it usually takes years instead of less than six months. From the outset, Loons clearly had no idea how to behave. No matter how many times people with more experience in fandom than them tried to correct them, they kept the attitude of the rules don’t apply to me. Thanks to algorithms I’ve watched entitled assholes run writers and artists off entire platforms because of bullying, accusations of AI, and generally being shitheads. I wanted to watch the show, but the fandom was a huge turnoff.

I binged the show two days ago in an effort to give myself time off from writing (which is another story for another time). The verdict? It was fine. It wasn’t this amazing, mind blowing transcendental experience that people made it out to be. The actors had good chemistry and it had solid tropes (rivals to lovers, forbidden love, idiots in love) but something was missing for me. Maybe I went in already negatively biased because the fandom was so poorly behaved and I didn’t want to get attached. I know myself and when I get attached, I’m inspired to create. Like hell am I going to put the time, effort, and love into a work for free only to be dragged through the mud by entitled assholes. So maybe I already knew the result before I even started. I love fandom. I love participating in fandom. That’s one of the most fun parts of loving something whether it’s a kpop group or a TV show. I love the community it creates and sharing a mutual love of something. And Loons turned it into the goddamn Hunger Games because they won’t fucking listen to people who know better. I can’t help but wonder if my attitude toward the show would’ve been different if the fandom was capable of behaving like civilized beings. It’s a shame really because they ran off a lot of talented writers and artists.

I’ll keep to my mostly dead fandom where there’s no chance of going viral, getting bullied, and ruining the experience for me. Unless something drastically changes, I’ll probably the last Deobi writer. And I’m okay with that.

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🔞 Seasons of Jacob: Bbangcob 🔞

Season: Summer

Prompt: Pool sex

Tags: Unprotected sex, semi-public sex

The party finally wound down leaving Jacob and Younghoon alone in the pool at Eric's house. The others left citing either needing sleep or watching a movie they'd been meaning to watch. Jacob waded over to where Younghoon was resting against the wall.

"Just you and me," Younghoon said.

"Just you and me," Jacob confirmed. "Did you have something in mind?"

"Maybe," Younghoon grinned a little. That grin never meant anything good.

"Continue," Jacob said.

"I thought that maybe you could fuck me in the pool," Younghoon said. Jacob did a cartoon double take.

"You want me to do what?" He stared.

"Everyone else has done it," Younghoon replied. 

"Yes, but why me? Why not Changmin or Jaehyun or Juyeon?" Jacob asked.

"I have sex with them all the time. I've never had sex with you and I've heard some very good things," Younghoon told him.

"You're serious about this," Jacob realized.

"I am," Younghoon nodded. As if to prove his point, Younghoon pulled off his swim trunks and put them on the side of the pool. His cock was mostly hard already. "I've also been told my hole is worth it."

"I…you…seriously?" Jacob's brain felt like a microwave someone threw a fork in.

"We don't have to but I thought you might at least be interested…" Younghoon trailed off. He went to put his swim trunks back on and Jacob stopped him.

"No, I wasn't turning you down. It's just taking me a second to catch up to the fact you want me to fuck you in Eric's pool when anyone could walk back out here including Eric's mom," Jacob said.

"I know," Younghoon let go of the fabric.

"How do you want it?" Jacob asked.

"Quick, dirty, impersonal. Use my hole for your pleasure," Younghoon told him.

"I didn't know you were into that," Jacob said pulling off his own swim trunks.

"You're confusing me with Juyeon," Younghoon smirked. He swam over to the space between the pool and the hot tub. He leaned over the side, his ass still under the water. "I'm all yours."

"Okay," Jacob nodded. "Obviously I don't have lube."

"It's fine," Younghoon told him. Quick and dirty. Jacob could definitely do that. He pressed the tip of his cock against Younghoon's entrance. "And you don't need to be gentle either."

Jacob forced his cock in halfway. Younghoon was hot and tight around him. Tighter than he would've guessed given what he knew of Younghoon's sex life.

"Fuck," Jacob buried his face between Younghoon's shoulders as he bottomed out.

"Told you," Younghoon said like it was a point of pride. "You're thicker than they said you were."

"Thanks," Jacob breathed. He rolled his hips slowly at first. He didn't want to come in thirty seconds like some overeager high schooler, but Younghoon was so tight. 

"Fuck me, Cob," Younghoon told him. Jacob braced his hands on the edge of the pool and moved faster. The water sloshed around them as Jacob moved. He panted into Younghoon's skin as the sensation threatened to overwhelm him every few seconds. This was ridiculous. Jacob knew he had stamina. He prided himself on his stamina. His partners would tap out before he did. And now he was fighting not to come. 

"Jesus, this is…" his breath was ragged against Younghoon's spine.

"You don't have to hold back. No one else lasts either," Younghoon told him. "Jaehyun has the current record and he lasted two minutes."

"What?" Jacob stopped moving. Younghoon clenched around him. Jacob came. He couldn't stop his orgasm. His cock, the foul betrayer, emptied inside Younghoon. Younghoon squeezed him again milking even more out of Jacob. Younghoon continued to squeeze him yanking every bit of pleasure out of Jacob's body. His breath was wet and hot against Younghoon's back. Younghoon finally stopped squeezing and let Jacob finish. Younghoon shifted and turned around. Jacob's head fell against Younghoon's chest.

"What…what about you?" He panted.

"Juyeon will finish me later," Younghoon told him. "I wanted to see how long you'd last."

"And?" Jacob asked. Younghoon checked his watch.

"Fifty eight seconds. You've got Changmin beat by fifteen seconds," he said.

"Have you fucked everyone in the group?" Jacob picked up his head.

"You were the last one. I guess you could say you were my white whale because I wasn't sure you'd agree to it," Younghoon replied. "Changmin, Jaehyun, and Juyeon are the only ones who came back for seconds."

"I see," Jacob said at a loss for what else to say.

"You're always welcome to try and beat your time," Younghoon grinned.

"I'll think about it," Jacob huffed a laugh.

"Don't think too hard," Younghoon teased. He swam back over to where their swim trunks were sitting. He tossed Jacob's over to him. "I'm gonna go interrupt the movie watching."

"I'm gonna…I don't know," Jacob admitted as he put his swim trunks back on.

"You'll figure it out," Younghoon winked and walked back in the house leaving wet footprints behind him.

"Maybe," Jacob said to himself.

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Seasons of Jacob: Cobnyu

Season: Spring

Prompt: Cherry blossoms

Thanks for coming with me," Chanhee said as they got out of the car.

"No problem. I've never actually been to the cherry blossom festival before," Jacob replied.

"Really?" Chanhee looked at him. Jacob shrugged.

"It was something I always said I'd do and then just never got around to it so thanks for asking me to come along," Jacob told him. "Why'd you ask me instead of Hoon or Changmin?"

"Changmin said he didn't want to look at flowers all afternoon and Hoon already had plans with his parents," Chanhee replied.

"Now if it were a haunted cherry blossom festival…" Jacob grinned.

"He'd be the first in line," Chanhee snorted. They walked toward the park where booths were set up with food, games, and cherry blossom themed things for sale. The park hosting it was in full bloom. Jacob looked up and admired the blooms. He'd lived in Seoul for well over a decade and never really stopped to take it all in. They were part of the landscape in the spring. Nothing special, just something that was always there. He supposed there was some kind of metaphor in that. 

Chanhee's hand brushed against his. Jacob looked over at him and Chanhee turned his palm up in invitation. Jacob put his hand in Chanhee's and wove their fingers together. Chanhee grinned.

"Let's check out that booth," Chanhee gestured with his free hand. There were all kinds of cherry blossom themed jewelry set out.

"Let me know if you see anything you like," the woman at the booth said. 

"These are nice," Jacob picked up a set of bracelets. They were braided pink yarn with cherry blossom charms attached.

"You think?" Chanhee said taking one to get a closer look at it.

"Yeah," Jacob nodded. "We'll take these." 

"Do you want a bag?" She asked as Jacob tapped his card.

"We'll wear them," he replied.

"Thank you," she smiled and handed him the pair of bracelets back. Jacob walked them to a quieter area. He took Chanhee's wrist and put one of the bracelets on him. Chanhee watched him intently. Jacob handed Chanhee the other bracelet then held out his arm.

"I also asked you because you're easy to spend time with," Chanhee said as he tied the bracelet around Jacob's wrist.

"Oh?" Jacob asked.

"You don't really ask anything of the person you're spending time with. I know I can be high maintenance but sometimes I want to just be," Chanhee explained, his hands still wrapped around Jacob's wrist.

"I don't think you're as much work as you think you are," Jacob said.

"Maybe," Chanhee shrugged a little. He looked at Jacob like he wasn't sure whether or not he should say what he was thinking. Jacob was familiar with that look.

"What is it?" Jacob asked.

"Can I kiss you?" Chanhee asked quietly.

"You can," Jacob grinned. Chanhee took a tentative step closer. Jacob put his hands on Chanhee's waist and pulled him closer. Chanhee's hands rested on Jacob's chest, the charm on his bracelet catching the afternoon light. Jacob tilted his head up and pressed their lips together. Chanhee hesitated then relaxed into the kiss. They probably shouldn't be kissing in the middle of an outdoor festival where anyone could see them. There was literally no way to play off what they were doing. Jacob couldn't find it in himself to pull back. At least not yet. He turned his head and deepened the kiss. Chanhee's hands slid up Jacob's chest coming to rest on his shoulders. Jacob wrapped his arms around Chanhee's waist holding their bodies even closer together. Their lips moved against each other like they'd done this hundreds of times. Jacob mused how right it felt. He'd never thought of his bandmate like that until now.

"Maybe we look around a little more then you come back to my place?" Chanhee suggested when they parted.

"That sounds great," Jacob leaned his forehead against Chanhee's.

"Thanks for the bracelet," Chanhee said.

"Thanks for the kiss," Jacob grinned. Chanhee laughed a little.

"I'll give you more later," he said.

"Good," Jacob gave him one more peck on the lips then stepped back and took Chanhee's hand again. "Let's go."

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🔞 Seasons of Jacob: Sangcob 🔞

Season: Fall

Prompt: Gray sweatpants

Tags: Recording, masturbation, thirst traps

Thirst trapping his bandmates turned out to be more fun than Jacob anticipated. After Sunwoo's enthusiastic reaction to his gray sweatpants, Jacob slowly made his way through the rest of the members. Now Sangyeon was up.

Jacob turned on the audio he'd recorded when he fucked Sunwoo and began stroking himself. Sunwoo's whines and moans combined with the sound of Jacob's hips meeting Sunwoo's ass never failed to get Jacob hard in record time. When he was fully hard, Jacob pulled on the now infamous gray sweatpants. He paused the recording trying to get the perfect angle. He knew Sangyeon could handle something a little more scandalous than the others. Jacob hooked his thumb in the waistband and pulled it down just enough so the tip of his cock was visible. It was flushed and shiny with precome. Perfect. Jacob took several shots. He picked his favorite and sent it Sangyeon with no caption. He didn't have to wait long for a reply.

Sangyeon: Pretty 

Jacob: Pretty?

Sangyeon: No one's ever told you that you have a pretty cock?

Jacob: …no

Sangyeon: Nice picture, but you can do better

Jacob: Better how?

Sangyeon: You'll figure it out 😉 

Jacob put his phone down and considered Sangyeon's challenge. The tip of his cock was still sticking out of his waistband. Jacob pushed the pants down to the middle of his thighs. He unlocked his phone and started a video. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking.

"Wish this was your hand instead of mine, hyung. Your hand would feel so good on my cock right now," Jacob intentionally made his voice breathier. He ran his fingers over the tip spreading the precome to help with the slide of his hand. In retrospect he probably should've used some lube. Too late now. Jacob kept stroking himself releasing little moans as he massaged the sensitive spot under the head.

"Bet you'd grip me so good. Would you be rough with me? You know I like it rough," Jacob kept talking. His gripped himself harder and started using short, hard strokes. "Just like this, hyung. Bet you'd touch me like this."

Jacob ran his thumb over the head. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. He probably should've still been paying attention to filming himself, but it was feeling too good. The image of Sangyeon's hand wrapped around his cock, his only elder in the group, was too good. Jacob let himself pant as he got closer, his hand moving faster.

"Sangyeon…" he whined. "Need you, hyung." Jacob's hips started to buck into his hand and he didn't try to stop them. He opened his eyes and looked back at his phone. Precome was leaking steadily now. The sound of his hand hitting his lower belly as he jerked his hand as fast as he could manage while still holding his phone could definitely be heard.

"Fuck, oh my god, I'm gonna come, hyung. I'm gonna fucking come," Jacob whimpered. He got the perfect view as he started coming, his cock spurting onto his fingers and thighs. It looked obscene. It was exactly what he was going for. Jacob let himself moan Sangyeon's name without any hint of shame. When he finished, he got one final view of the mess on his hands and thighs. He wiped his hand on the sheets and sent the video to Sangyeon with no caption. Then he waited.

Jacob grabbed some tissues from the box on his bedside table to clean himself up. He cleaned his cock, thighs, and fingers before pulling his pants back up. His phone buzzed.

Sangyeon: Nice. Mind if I come over?

Jacob: Get your ass over here now 

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Seasons of Changmin (Q): Sangkyu

Season: Fall

Prompt: Dancing

Thanks for dinner," Changmin put his hand in Sangyeon's as they left the restaurant.

"Of course, anything for you," Sangyeon squeezed Changmin's hand. Their apartment wasn't far. They'd decided to walk instead of drive. It seemed like a good idea until Changmin felt the first drop of rain land on his head. In moments, they were caught in a downpour.

"Come on," Changmin pulled at Sangyeon's hand trying to get his boyfriend to move faster.

"What's your hurry?" Sangyeon pulled Changmin into him.

"It's pouring rain?" Changmin said.

"Haven't you ever danced in the rain?" Sangyeon asked, sliding one hand to Changmin's waist and moving them in a circle like they were in the middle of a ballroom and not a sidewalk getting soaked to the bone.

"No, I haven't," Changmin told him not trying to fight Sangyeon's hold on him. He knew better. When Sangyeon wanted to do something silly, it was better to go along with it. Dancing in the rain definitely felt silly, but also oddly romantic.

"I've always wanted to," Sangyeon told him. Their clothes were completely soaked now and they were effectively glued to each other. Sangyeon's hair was dripping into his eyes. Changmin could feel water running down his back. "I feel like now is the perfect time to ask you something even though I was planning on waiting."

"What's that?" Changmin asked as Sangyeon kept turning them in slow circles.

"Will you marry me?" Sangyeon asked. Changmin stopped.

"What?" He stared at the other man.

"I have the ring and I'd planned to do it next week when we're away, but right now feels more perfect," Sangyeon told him.

"Is that why you've been so squirrely about your sock drawer recently?" Changmin asked.

"I haven't been squirrely," Sangyeon protested.

"When I was putting the laundry away over the weekend you practically tackled me away from that drawer," Changmin pointed out.

"Yes, that is where I'm keeping the ring," Sangyeon told him. "So what do you say? Will you be my husband?"

"Yes, I'll marry you," Changmin kissed him. The rain kept coming down on them in sheets. Changmin suddenly didn't care. Sangyeon's hands gripped his waist as they kissed. Changmin wrapped his arms around Sangyeon's shoulders as they started to turn again dancing to the music of the rain around them and the gentle roll of thunder in the distance.

"Thank you for making me the happiest man alive right now," Sangyeon said, pulling back only enough so he could form words.

"Thank you for wanting to spend the rest of your life with me," Changmin grinned resting his forehead on Sangyeon's.

"Maybe we should get inside and I can give you your ring," Sangyeon kissed him one more time.

"Maybe we should shower first. I'm starting to get cold," Changmin said.

"That works too," Sangyeon agreed. They ran the last two blocks back to their apartment stepping in puddles and laughing the entire time. They tracked water through the lobby and into the elevator. Sangyeon pulled Changmin in for another kiss in the elevator their clothes clinging to their bodies and a chill running through Changmin that had very little to do with his wet clothes. 

"I love you," Sangyeon breathed when the elevator doors slid open.

"I love you too," Changmin smiled.

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🔞 Seasons of Changmin (Q): Kyuric 🔞

Season: Winter

Prompt: Princess Costumes

Tags: Unprotected sex, spit as lube, blow jobs

They ran backstage feeling the rush of the positive reaction to their princess costumes.

"Come here," Eric pulled Changmin into an alcove and kissed him hard.

"What was that for?" Changmin laughed as the others ran by them to change into their next costumes.

"I'm not wearing anything under this dress," Eric told him.

"Nothing?" Changmin asked. Eric shook his head. "I don't know if we have time."

"We've got time, come on," Eric whined, tugging at Changmin's dress. Changmin looked up at the clock backstage. They had a longer break this time because it would take longer to get out of the wigs and dresses than it would a normal costume.

"Fine," he agreed. Eric braced himself against the wall and flipped his skirt up revealing that he was, in fact, completely bare underneath. Changmin kicked his shorts and undewear off before spitting in his palm and roughly lubing his cock.

"Hurry up," Eric swayed his back.

"I'm going as fast as I can," Changmin hissed. He struggled to hold the skirt up with one hand and line his cock up with the other. Eric reached behind him and pulled one of his asscheeks. Changmin flung his skirt over Eric's ass and bottomed out. Eric grunted at the feeling of Changmin's cock inside him with no prep. Eric braced both his hands on the wall again as Changmin started fucking him. There was something almost comical about fucking the youngest member when they were both dressed as Disney princesses, but Eric made it clear when they first dressed up he wanted to be fucked wearing it. Of course, Eric wanted to be fucked pretty much any time, any where. He was predictable in that way and easy when Changmin was horny and only needed a hole.

Changmin looked over his shoulder at the clock. They'd be pushing it for time. Changmin reached down and grabbed Eric's cock. He gave it a few strong strokes before Eric was coming all over the inside of the dress. The wardrobe noonas were going to murder them when they found out. 

"Suck me off," Changmin instructed when Eric finished. Eric turned around and dropped to his knees taking Changmin in his mouth without hesitation. Changmin let the skirt fall over Eric's head effectively covering him from view. The alcove was dark and the sound of the VCR was muffling any sounds they were making. Eric was sucking him hard the way Changmin liked it. He didn't have to see Eric to know what his mouth looked like around Changmin's dick. Eric always looked pretty with a cock in his mouth. Changmin reached under the dress and pinched his nipple as hard as he could. His hips jerked in Eric's mouth as he came down Eric's throat. Changmin's hips kept thrusting his cock deeper into Eric's throat. He lifted the skirt when he finished and helped Eric up.

"Thanks," Eric wiped his mouth on the glove. The wardrobe noonas would kill them for that too.

"Let's go or we're gonna miss the cue," Changmin said picking his shorts and underwear off the floor. Like a couple of princesses racing against the clock chiming midnight, they ran down the hall to the dressing room. Most of the group was already done changing. Sangyeon was the first one to give them a knowing look.

"Move it," he said instead of commenting on why they were late. Eric gave an unrepentant smirk as he pulled the wig off and put it on the dressing room counter.

"Who knew Belle was really a beast?" Younghoon winked as his mic pack was fitted.

"Shut it," Changmin swatted him before removing his wig. The wardrobe noona gave him a stern look as she handed him his costume. He'd ask forgiveness later.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Seasons of Changmin (Q): Cobkyu 🔞

Season: Spring

Prompt: Bondage

Tags: Bondage (duh), unprotected sex, blindfolds, body hair kink (is that a thing?)

Changmin didn't say anything as Jacob tied his wrists to the headboard. The other man was focused on his task checking to make sure the leather cuffs weren't too tight around Changmin's wrists.

"I knew your wrists were tiny, but this is impressive," Jacob commented as he checked the space between Changmin's wrist and the leather.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Changmin asked as Jacob moved down to Changmin's ankles.

"Just an observation," Jacob told him. He repeated the process on Changmin's ankles. Changmin was securely tied to the bed. "Blindfold or no blindfold?" Jacob held up the black silk tie.

"Might as well go all in. We'll do the blindfold," Changmin agreed. 

"Lift your head a little," Jacob instructed. Changmin picked his head up off the pillow and Jacob put the fabric over his eyes. The world went dark and Changmin felt his skin start to prickle. It was as if he was immediately more aware of everything around him - the temperature of the air, the feeling of the leather against his skin, the sound of Jacob getting undressed, everything seemed sharper. Changmin felt the bed dip when Jacob got back on. Jacob climbed on top of him, his body heat radiating onto Changmin's skin.

"Should I talk you through it or surprise you?" He breathed against Changmin's ear.

"Surprise me," Changmin replied.

"Anything off limits?" Jacob asked.

"No," Changmin shook his head.

"Perfect," Jacob hummed. He pressed kisses onto Changmin's face and worked his way slowly down Changmin's neck to the dip between his collarbones. Changmin felt Jacob's hands graze his skin like he was trying to tease him. "You're so fit these days."

Changmin felt his whole body blush. He'd been working hard to look more like some of the other members including Jacob. Jacob continued down Changmin's body, some kisses lingering longer than others. He felt Jacob pull back and run his finger down the hair that had grown back from below his belly button to his crotch.

"I like my men with a little hair," Jacob's finger traced its way down Changmin's happy trail to right above his cock. Changmin felt Jacob's breath close to his skin again. His cheek grazed Changmin's cock. Then Jacob took a long lick of what little hair had grown back above Changmin's cock.

"Holy shit," Changmin gasped, surprised by Jacob's tongue luxuriating over his pubic hair.

"You like that?" Jacob asked.

"It's a little weird," Changmin admitted. "But also hot."

"It'll be nice to not wax for a while. Then I can really enjoy this," Jacob said. He licked his way back up Changmin's happy trail and kissed right below his belly button. Changmin nodded waiting for Jacob's next move. He felt another shift of the mattress and heard the bottle of lube click open. It was a few agonizing moments before Changmin felt Jacob's finger breech his entrance. Being blindfolded and tied up only enhanced the feeling. Jacob diligently worked Changmin's hole making sure not to miss any of his sensitive spots. Jacob added a second finger and scissored Changmin open.

"You want a lot of prep or for it to hurt a little?" Jacob asked as his fingers kept moving.

"Make it hurt a little," Changmin decided.

"Your wish is my command," Jacob said withdrawing his fingers. Changmin waiting hearing the slick sound of Jacob lubing up his cock. The mattress shifted again and Changmin felt Jacob's hand on his thigh. Jacob entered him with a dull pop. Jacob rocked his hips until he was fully seated inside Changmin.

"I forgot how fucking thick you are," Changmin gasped. 

"You like it?" Jacob asked, his breath on Changmin's face.

"Yeah," Changmin nodded. Jacob started to move with deep, slow thrusts. His cock dragged against Changmin's walls stretching him wider as he moved. Jacob was clearly determined to take his time with Changmin. Changmin tried to move his hips to meet Jacob's thrusts, but the straps prevented him from moving.

"You're at my mercy, Min. You know that," Jacob taunted. Changmin whined. Jacob continued with his slow movements like he was trying to drag as much pleasure out of Changmin as he could. Changmin tried to relax and let Jacob use him. It's what he'd asked for. 

Jacob breathed praises against Changmin's sweat slicked skin. Changmin wanted to grab him, hold onto him, but he couldn't move. 

"Remember you're mine," Jacob whispered before he gave one final deep thrust forcing Changmin over the edge. Changmin pulled against the restraints as he came to no avail. Jacob fucked him through it with surgical precision. Jacob's lips finally met Changmin's when Changmin finished and Jacob came. Changmin eagerly kissed him back, Jacob filling him to the point of leaking.

"Thank you," Changmin breathed against Jacob's mouth.

"Anytime," Jacob breathed back. He pulled out and took the blindfold off. Changmin blinked to adjust to the light of the room again. Jacob undid the leather with just as much care as he put them on. He massaged Changmin's limbs carefully as he adjusted Changmin next to him on the bed.

"Sleep," Jacob kissed Changmin's hair.

"I'm not tired," Changmin protested.

"You will be," Jacob assured him. Changmin cuddled next to Jacob's side and let his eyes drift close. He felt Jacob give him a squeeze as sleep claimed him.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Seasons of Younghoon: Bbangsun 🔞

Season: Spring

Prompt: Shotgunning

Tags: Trans man Sunwoo, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, high sex, recreational drug use, breeding kink

A/N: Sunwoo is a trans man and his genitals are referred to using feminine terms. If that bothers you, skip this entry.

The first warm days of spring meant one thing with Sunwoo. Getting stoned. Really stoned. And the intense orgasms that happened after they inevitable got too horny to stand it. They were in Sunwoo's back yard each on their second joint. The sun was starting to set putting a little chill in the air. Younghoon pulled on his hoodie before taking another hit.

"Lemme taste you," Sunwoo leaned his head on Younghoon's shoulders, his eyes glassy from the weed.

"Which part of me?" Younghoon teased.

"Whatever part of me you'll let me get my mouth on," Sunwoo replied. Younghoon took a long hit and turned his head. He joined their mouths exhaling the smoke into Sunwoo's mouth. Sunwoo breathed it in eagerly. He shifted his weight so Younghoon was on the grass underneath him.

"I wanna try something," Sunwoo said, his tongue tracing Younghoon's lips.

"What's that?" Younghoon asked.

"I want you to fuck my pussy. Without a condom. Right here in the grass," Sunwoo said. Younghoon sat up nearly knocking Sunwoo off him.

"You want me to fuck your pussy without a condom? Can't you get pregnant? I mean I know you're a guy, but like…" Younghoon's mind was running a thousand miles an hour. He'd fucked Sunwoo with a condom plenty of times. They'd never discussed the possibility of without though.

"Let me worry about that. It's my cunt and I want you to fuck me raw. Please Hoon, I want to try and see how it feels," Sunwoo was already pulling his pants down. He spread his legs to show off his pussy which was wet and pink. 

"If you're sure," Younghoon told him.

"Totally sure," Sunwoo put his hand between his legs and spread his folds with his fingers. "Pretty please?"

Younghoon wrestled his pants open and managed to kick his jeans and underwear off so they were both naked from the waist down in the grass. Younghoon took another long hit off his joint. He crashed their mouths together, Sunwoo breathing in the smoke from Younghoon's mouth again.

"Gonna fuck you so good," Younghoon growled against Sunwoo's mouth. Younghoon thrust into Sunwoo. The feeling made him gasp. Sunwoo's pussy was warm and wet around his cock. With a condom he'd never gotten the true feeling of how good Sunwoo's cunt felt. It was Sunwoo's body and Younghoon always deferred to what Sunwoo wanted.

Sunwoo fell back into the grass and moaned.

"Your cock is amazing. You're never fucking me with a condom again," Sunwoo started rutting his hips against Younghoon's cock.

"You want it hard, don't you?" Younghoon teased.

"You know I do," Sunwoo grinned up at him. Younghoon put Sunwoo's knees on his shoulders lifting his ass off the ground. Sunwoo giggled, outright giggled, at the feeling of being half suspended. "I'm so stoned right now."

"And I'm not?" Younghoon retorted as he started to move his hips. He held onto Sunwoo's waist to steady both of them. The grass slipped under Younghoon's knees when he moved. "You look so hot like this."

"Of course I do. I'm always hot," Sunwoo smirked. Younghoon fucked him harder, the sounds of their hips meeting could definitely be heard by anyone outside on either side of the house. Younghoon didn't care. Sunwoo stretched his arms over his head making his shirt ride up even more exposing his stomach. Younghoon traced the faint lines of his abs with his thumb.

"Should I breed you? Fuck you full of my babies?" It was a risk and Younghoon knew it.

"Yes, fuck yes. Breed me full. Make me fat and round with your babies," Sunwoo panted. Breeding kink unlocked.

Younghoon slid his hand down Sunwoo's lower belly and pressed his thumb against Sunwoo's clit just the way he liked it. An obscene moan escaped his mouth. Younghoon started rubbing circles around the bud as he kept his brutal pace. Sunwoo moaned and writhed under him clearly cock drunk.

"Should I breed you now, baby? Or should I let you come first?" Younghoon asked when he felt the first wave of his orgasm.

"Breed me now," Sunwoo gasped. Younghoon adjusted his hand and began rolling Sunwoo's clit between his fingers. He was moving as fast as his hips and the position allowed by this point. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Sunwoo came first anyway squirting on Younghoon's hand. Younghoon fucked him through it, his own climax hitting a few seconds later. 

"Take it all," he growled. "Take all my babies."

"Please, Hoon, please," Sunwoo begged even though neither of them was sure what Sunwoo was begging for. They finished almost as close together as they started. Younghoon lowered Sunwoo's legs off his shoulders without pulling out. He rolled them over so Sunwoo was on top of him, still connected.

"That was…" Younghoon began still trying to catch his breath.

"Hot as fuck," Sunwoo kissed him.

"Yeah," Younghoon chuckled.

"We should definitely do that again," Sunwoo grinned.

"Definitely," Younghoon agreed. "Didn't know you had a breeding kink."

"I guess when you can technically be bred then why not?" Sunwoo smirked.

"Well investigate that more later," Younghoon told him.

"I expect a very thorough investigation," Sunwoo replied.

"I won't disappoint," Younghoon promised. They made out in the grass until Younghoon's cock slid out of Sunwoo's cunt on its own.

Definitely.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Seasons of Younghoon: Bbangkev 🔞

Season: Winter

Prompt: Bottom Training

Tags: Anal fingering, butt plugs

Are you sure you want to do this?" Kevin asked again. 

"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" Younghoon asked. They were both naked, Younghoon on his back on Kevin's bed and Kevin standing over him. Kevin was idly stroking his cock as he was talking.

"I just wanted to make sure. You've never bottomed before," Kevin said.

"And I asked you to be the first person to top me for a reason," Younghoon reminded him.

"Which is?" Kevin asked.

"You're way more patient than the others who I know top regularly. Changmin would fuck me like the feral little beast he is and I'm not sure I'm ready for Jaehyun's degradation kink," Younghoon said.

"If you want to stop then tell me," Kevin said as he got the lube out of the drawer and got on the bed.

"I will," Younghoon promised.

"Spread your legs," Kevin instructed as he lubed up his fingers. Younghoon spread his legs as wide as he thought necessary. "I'm gonna go easy on you."

"Okay," Younghoon nodded. Kevin slid one very well lubed finger in Younghoon's hole. It felt different, but not unpleasant. He'd never thought of fingering himself. He was content to jack off or have sex.

"How does it feel?" Kevin asked.

"It's a little weird, but it doesn't hurt," Younghoon told him.

"Want me to add another finger?" Kevin asked.

"Sure," Younghoon nodded. Kevin added a second finger. Now Younghoon was starting to feel something. It was the first hints of a stretch he wasn't used to.

"How's that?" Kevin asked.

"Good," Younghoon told him. Kevin crooked his fingers and lighting shot through Younghoon's body. His back arched off the bed and he screamed from the sudden pleasure. Thank god Kevin lived alone now. "What the…?"

"That, my dear, is why people like to bottom," Kevin smirked. Younghoon's cock was leaking uncontrollably onto his stomach now.

"Do it again," Younghoon gasped. Kevin moved his fingers again, but this time pressed down on the spot. Younghoon bit his fist to stay quiet. He was dangerously close to coming already and Kevin hadn't even gotten his dick in him yet. Kevin added a third finger and started slowly massaging Younghoon's inner walls.

"You don't have to be quiet," Kevin reminded him. Younghoon nodded and took his fist away from his mouth. He'd never felt pleasure this intense before. He'd had great sex plenty of times but this, whatever part of him that Kevin found and new exactly how to touch, was a whole different level of pleasure.

"Do you want me to make you come like this?" Kevin asked.

"Please," Younghoon whimpered, not sure he could stave off his orgasm if he tried.

"Can do," Kevin grinnned. He kept three fingers inside Younghoon as he varied the pressure and movements inside Younghoon. Kevin definitely knew what he was doing with his hands. Younghoon's orgasm built rapidly like a fire at the base of his spine. With one well placed press of his fingers, Younghoon tipped over the edge. Come spurted all over his stomach and chest, some getting up to his shoulder. Younghoon bucked his hips against Kevin's hand as he writhed and cussed at the intensity. His cock continued to paint his torso white. When he finished, Younghoon's whole body felt like jelly. Kevin gently pulled his fingers out and got something out of his bedside table.

"What's that?" Younghoon asked.

"A butt plug. You're gonna wear it the rest of the day so later I can actually get my cock in you. You'll need the stretch and honestly you'll probably come at least two or three more times with this in you if you're new to prostate orgasms," Kevin explained as he lubed up the plug.

"Is that what that was?" Younghoon asked.

"Yup and you'll probably have a few more before I take more time with you later," Kevin told him. He pushed the plug past the tight ring of muscle and into Younghoon's hole. The tip of the plug was resting right against this prostate. Younghoon shifted and the same electric energy shot through his body again. "Too much stretch?"

"No, no, it's good," Younghoon insisted.

"You can lie here for a bit if you want. I've got stuff to do but you're welcome to stay. This is only the first step in your training after all," Kevin stood up and pulled his joggers back on. He wiped Younghoon down with a wet wipe and covered him with the blanket. "I'll be back."

"I'll be here," Younghoon said already feeling sleep tug him under. After his eyes fluttered closed, Younghoon felt a pair of lips on his forehead.

"Thank you for trusting me,"

[depressedhouseplant]

Seasons of Younghoon: Bbangric

Season: Winter

Prompt: Ice Skating

A/N: OMG this entry is SFW!

Younghoon couldn't stop his smile as Eric bounded ahead of him to the skate rental.

"This is gonna be so much fun!" He said when Younghoon caught up with him, tugging on Younghoon's sleeve.

"Where do you get his level of enthusiasm?" Younghoon laughed.

"Just lucky, I guess," Eric grinned. They got their skates and went to the bench to change into them. Younghoon noticed Eric looked a little wobbly as he walked toward the rink. It wasn't crowded yet, but it was still early. 

"You said you'd been ice skating before?" Younghoon said when they stepped on the ice and Eric almost immediately fell over.

"I might have lied," Eric blushed a little.

"Why?" Younghoon asked.

"Because I really wanted to go on a date with you and I wasn't about to say no just because I've never been ice skating before," Eric told him.

"We could've done something else," Younghoon said.

"No, I want to try. I think it'll be fun once I get the -," Eric's sentence was interrupted by him slipping. Younghoon instinctively reached out and caught Eric under his arms. He pulled him up so their bodies were touching. 

"Once you?" Younghoon prompted. Eric was staring at Younghoon like he held the entire universe in his eyes. He leaned up and pressed his lips to Younghoon's. They were warm against the cold air around them. Younghoon had a strong grip on Eric's chest but he was afraid to move them in case Eric fell again. Younghoon splayed his fingers across Eric's rib cage and returned this kiss. It felt like something out of a cheesy rom-com. They were on an ice skating rink in December surrounded by fairy lights and festive music. And they were kissing. This wasn't real life. They'd been dropped into some Hallmark holiday movie.

"Once I get the hang of it," Eric breathed against Younghoon's mouth when they finally parted.

"Do you want to try again?" Younghoon asked.

"Yeah," Eric nodded. Younghoon weaved his fingers through Eric's and gently pushed off starting them around the rink. Younghoon wasn't an expert skater, but he'd been enough that he could stay upright. And if Eric slipped again Younghoon could catch him more easily. They made it around the rink once before Eric slipped again. Younghoon caught him again, this time grabbing Eric's waist and wrapping his arms around him.

"Can I kiss you again?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, you can," Younghoon smiled at him. They joined their lips again even though the rink was steadily getting more crowded. Younghoon was trying his best to keep it chaste since they were in public, but it was getting increasingly more difficult to keep it closed mouth.

"Maybe we should do something else instead?" Eric suggested.

"I think that's a good idea," Younghoon agreed.

The attendant commented how quickly they returned their skates.

"Don't need him tearing his ACL again," Younghoon smiled at her.

"Hey!" Eric swatted him on the shoulder.

"You injure yourself when you get too excited much less when there are actual sports involved," Younghoon pointed out.

"Fine," Eric rolled his eyes. Younghoon put his hand in Eric's and led him back to the car. Instead of getting in the front, Younghoon opened the back door and gestured for Eric to get in. Eric gave him a confused look then got in with Younghoon behind him. Younghoon kissed Eric, pressing him onto his back. He didn't hold back this time, letting his tongue slip into Eric's mouth. Eric's fingers gripped Younghoon's jacket as the kiss got more intense. Younghoon's hips moved against Eric's easily.

"Wanna come back to my place?" Eric blurted out.

"I think that sounds like an excellent idea," Younghoon agreed.

"Then we'll go on a date," Eric said as Younghoon sat up.

"Or maybe just order in," Younghoon winked.

"Even better idea," Eric grinned. 

[depressedhouseplant]

Of Proships and Dead Doves

Discourse across several social media platforms has gotten under my skin enough that I need to vent. Loudly. Namely about the evolution (devolution) of certain fandom terms.

I’m Fandom Ancient. I’ve been in fandom longer than a lot of the ones kicking up a fuss have been alive. I saw this generation of fandom described as having “moral OCD” and I can’t disagree (maybe with the terminology but definitely not the sentiment). They’re PETRIFIED of doing something “problematic”. Which brings me to my first point -

The “pro” in “proship” means “in favor of”. It’s not short for “problematic”. However somehow it’s evolved to mean that. It was likely someone who didn’t like shipping, had a decent sized platform, and it spread. All it’s supposed to mean is you’re in favor of shipping and it’s welcome in your space. Nothing more, nothing less. Instead the uneducated continue to spread it thinking that they’re against “problematic” shipping. What even is “problematic”? Taboo topics absolutely should be explored in fiction. Of course, what’s considered a shade to far for some people is a normal Tuesday to others. There was a time where I wasn’t comfortable writing piss kink (mid-level kink imo) or bestiality (hard kink). I’ve published works with both in the past year. I’ve enjoyed exploring things that I wouldn’t have in the past. I’ve explored power dynamics in age gap relationships (if it’s not 20 years or more, I don’t want it) and incest. I still largely shy away from BDSM themes because of my personal experiences with it, but I’m not going to fault anyone for writing it. No one is forcing me to read it. I’m adult and responsible for curating my experience. If I see a tag I don’t like then I’m not gonna read it. It really is that simple. I’m not going to call something “problematic” because it’s fiction. It’s not real. Writing dark or taboo topics is not promoting or glorifying them. If you want to see glorifying questionable behavior might I point you to the proana pockets of the internet.

Another devolution that bothers me is how Dead Dove: Do Not Eat has become a tag for specifically darkfics when really all it meant was “what you see is what you get” or “yes, these tags are exactly what they’re intended to be”. The origin is a scene from Arrested Development where a character pulls a bag out labeled “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat”. He opens the bag and says “well I don’t know what I was expecting”. What was in the bag was exactly what the label said. Someone was insisting that DDDNE had to be the first tag then listing everything that could possibly be triggering. I dunno about y’all but sometimes I fat finger tagging and I’m not going to delete the entire list of tags before it just to get it in some arbitrary order. The tag is there and if someone doesn’t read all the tags, that’s on them not me. Of course, this person also thought semi-public sex was worthy of a DDDNE tag and I literally laughed out loud. I’m sorry but fucking with the door open or in a private pool is not worthy of a DDDNE tag. Fucking in public isn’t worthy of a DDDNE tag. Now if you’re committing incest in public I’ll let you have it.

I lay the blame squarely on COVID for forcing normies into fandom spaces where they clearly didn’t belong, didn’t want to learn the rules, and most of them never left even though they needed to. I have seen some arguments that the downward spiral started before that when the Tangerine Tyrant was elected the first time and hate that was kept private was allowed to be made public. Either way, I’ve seen the negative effects that have no signs of ending. I’m not gonna go into someone else’s house and ignore or disrespect their house rules which is exactly what these normies did.

I am, and will always be, proudly anti-censorship, proship, write whatever the fuck you want, tag diligently, and follow your joy. I didn’t survive the Wild West of the early internet to be told by a high schooler than my views are “problematic”. Good. I hope you’re uncomfortable and you sit with that feeling and examine why you’re uncomfortable. I doubt most people will do that because they’re too brainrotted, but a girl can dream.

I leave you with the cardinal rule of fandom: Don’t Like, Don’t Read

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Seasons of Chanhee (New): Kyunyu 🔞

Season: Fall

Prompt: Double ended dildo

Tags: Public sex, sex toys, implied sex work

A/N: No that picture of Changmin isn’t AI. It’s a legit picture that he posted to his Instagram. You’re welcome

“Is this big enough?" Chanhee asked, holding up a double ended dildo about 18 inches long and five or six inches in diameter.

"Maybe," Changmin said, walking over to examine it.

"You're welcome to try it, but if you don't use a condom with it then you have to buy it," the girl behind the counter told them. Chanhee looked at Changmin. Changmin shrugged.

"We'll risk it. Where do we test it out?" He asked.

"Back room on the left. The code is 1206," she pointed down a hallway.

"Thanks," Chanhee said.

"Lube and stuff is already back there," she told them. They nodded and headed down the hall, Chanhee carrying the dildo.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Changmin said as he punched in the door code.

"Double ended dildo won the poll and you know that they aren't expecting us to use something tiny," Chanhee pointed out. The room was dimly lit with a couch, a chair, and a table with various types of lube and oils on it. The rug on the floor was thick under their shoes.

"You're right," Changmin agreed as he started to undress. "Think our asses will touch when we've got it in?"

"They need to. You know that'll just get us more tips," Chanhee said. He put the dildo on the couch as he tossed his clothes aside. "You've gotten way more than half of this in your ass before."

"True," Changmin said. He got on the floor while Chanhee lubed up both ends of the dildo.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Go for it," Changmin told him. Chanhee pushed the first few inches of the dildo into Changmin's hole watching it stretch around the diameter. "Oh yeah, that's perfect. How do I look?"

"Slutty," Chanhee told him. Chanhee got on the floor and lined the other side of the dildo up at his entrance. Changmin shifted his hips back to help push it in. "I could go bigger, honestly."

"Let's see how it does when we're actually using it," Changmin said. They began shifting their hips in tandem, slowly pushing the dildo in deeper into their bodies. Then their asses met in a pornographic slap.

"Perfect," Changmin said.

"Well we need to keep going. If we can't come using it, then what's the point?" Chanhee looked over his shoulder at Changmin.

"I never said I was opposed to coming while testing a dildo in a sex shop," Changmin stuck his tongue out at Chanhee. Chanhee rolled his eyes.

"Let's go," he said. They moved their hips again making sure that their asses met with every movement. They needed to put on a good show and the visual of the dildo disappearing inside them and their asses slapping together as they took it would drive their viewers crazy. Chanhee was practically salivating at the idea of how much they'd make just from one livestream. He kept fucking his hips back feeling Changmin's ass meet his in a rhythm they'd established a long time ago. They knew each other's bodies as well as their own by this point in their career.

Changmin came first, clearly impatient. His hips jerked as his cock spilled on the rug underneath them. He didn't make much noise, but he never did unless they were filming. Chanhee always found it a little unnerving when they were actually having sex because Changmin could be so quiet. That was his preference when they weren't being paid to perform sex acts. Chanhee, on the other hand, preferred to be loud.

He moaned and cussed as he came, fucking his hips back harder against Changmin. He reached down and stroked himself to intensify the experience. He kept coming and Changmin patiently waited for Chanhee to finish. Only then did Changmin lean forward and let the dildo slide out of his body. He turned around and removed it from Chanhee's hole, stopping to admire the gape it left for a moment.

"I think it'll work," Changmin said. Chanhee sat down and crossed his legs.

"I think it will too," he agreed. Changmin put the dildo aside and leaned over to kiss Chanhee.

"Real sex later?" He asked against Chanhee's mouth.

"You feeling needy?" Chanhee teased.

"Just want to be close to you with no one watching," Changmin said.

"I can do that," Chanhee kissed him again.

"I love you," Changmin whispered.

"I love you too," Chanhee whispered back.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Seasons of Chanhee (New): Sangnyu 🔞

Season: Fall

Prompt: Brat Taming

Tags: Rough sex, filming, unprotected sex

Chanhee, I'm busy," Sangyeon said when Chanhee sat in Sangyeon's lap blocking his view if his computer.

"I want attention," Chanhee pouted. "You've been working too long."

"I need to work so that I can make money and continue to give you the lifestyle to which you've become accustomed," Sangyeon pointed out.

"Whatever it is can wait. I'm horny now," Chanhee insisted. He began unbuttoning Sangyeon's dress shirt.

"Is this your way of trying to get me to fuck you over my desk?" Sangyeon asked as Chanhee's fingers danced down his chest. Chanhee flicked one of his nipples, smirking when Sangyeon's hips jerked.

"Or you could use my mouth," Chanhee said as he tugged Sangyeon's shirt free from his pants.

"If I wanted to use your mouth then you'd be under the desk already with my cock stuffed down your throat," Sangyeon tried to move Chanhee's hands away from his belt. Chanhee evaded his grip and undid Sangyeon's belt.

"As tempting as that sounds, I want you to fuck me now. I don't want to play with myself or use a toy, I want your cock and I want it now," Chanhee opened Sangyeon's pants. His thick cock was straining against his underwear leaving a distinct dark spot where the tip was leaking.

"I told you, I'm working," Sangyeon tried to redo his pants. Chanhee climbed up higher in his lap preventing Sangyeon's hands from getting where they needed to be. Sangyeon's hand rubbed Chanhee's cock through his flimsy sweats.

"The sooner you fuck me the sooner I'll leave you alone," Chanhee told him, pushing his hips more into Sangyeon's hand.

"You're such a fucking brat," Sangyeon muttered.

"That's the point, isn't it?" Chanhee asked.

"Fine, if I fuck you will you go away and let me get work done?" Sangyeon asked.

"I will," Chanhee nodded. Chanhee stood up, in the process "accidentally" activating the webcam. Chanhee pushed off his sweats and got on the floor, presenting himself to Sangyeon. He wiggled his ass to show off the bejweled butt plug he had in him.

"You've had that in all day and you're still horny?" Sangyeon said as he took off his shirt.

"It's to stay ready for you not get me off," Chanhee reminded him. Sangyeon got on his knees behind Chanhee, pushing his pants and underwear down to his knees. Sangyeon roughly pulled the plug out and examined it. Chanhee looked over his shoulder and watched Sangyeon admire the size of the plug. Chanhee used his biggest one. Sangyeon's dick was thick and long so he had to make sure he'd used the biggest one he had.

"Don't look so surprised," Chanhee said. "You know I need to stay ready for you."

"I know," Sangyeon tossed the plug on the floor and lined his cock up. He held onto Chanhee's hip with his free hand. Sangyeon thrust into him not giving Chanhee any time to get used to the stretch. He fucked Chanhee hard and rough not stopping or checking in with him. It's how Chanhee liked it best. He liked to antagoize Sangyeon to the point he was fucking him simply to shut him up. The burn was intense but Chanhee liked it. 

"Maybe one of these days you'll stop being such a fucking brat," Sangyeon gritted his teeth, clearly trying not to come too fast.

"Not likely," Chanhee replied, his breath coming out in time with Sangyeon's thrusts. Sangyeon's hips continued to meet Chanhee's ass in obscene slaps as the red light of the webcam blinked away on the desk above them. Chanhee dropped his head so Sangyeon couldn't see his smirk. He had no idea who might be watching, but with the number of hackers Sangyeon regularly associated with they probably had a decent audience.

Sangyeon came inside Chanhee, the force of his orgasm always a shock initially. Chanhee wasn't sure how it was possible that someone could come as hard as Sangyeon did, but there was never any doubt that he was coming. Sangyeon finished and roughly shoved Chanhee forward onto the floor. He flipped Chanhee over and started to fist Chanhee's cock.

"You're gonna come for me you fucking brat. I'm not interested in your games," he growled, his hand rough on Chanhee's dick. Chanhee bucked his hips up into Sangyeon's hand. Sangyeon pinned him down hard. "And you'll take what I fucking give you."

"You're so controlling," Chanhee said with mock indignation.

"Why you like me," Sangyeon said only gripping Chanhee's cock harder. Chanhee came, his back arching off the floor as his cock spilled on Sangyeon's hand. Sangyeon tugged him through it not letting up with either speed or grip. Chanhee was sure to be extra loud in case anyone was watching. Sangyeon let go when he determined that Chanhee finished. He wiped his hand on the rug under Chanhee. Sangyeon spread Chanhee's legs and put the plug back in.

"Don't take this out. When I fuck you tonight I expect you to still be full of my come," he said then tossed Chanhee's sweats back on top of him. Sangyeon stood up and redressed before sitting back in his chair. Chanhee put his pants back on and saw a message waiting for Sangyeon.

"Who's that?" Chanhee asked idly.

"It's Sunwoo. He said 'thanks for the show'," Sangyeon read. Then he saw the light by the camera. "Did you record us?"

"More like livestreamed us, but yes," Chanhee smirked.

"I'm gonna punish you for that tonight," Sangyeon glared at him.

"I was hoping you would," Chanhee blew him a kiss as he walked out of the room already looking forward to later.