how can we satisfy you tonight?

Anticipating major FOMO for those of us unable to be there, and also a major post-social-event mood slump for those of us who do attend.

So.

How about a little something to look forward to afterwards?

(details under the cut)

Day 20: camping

(Nsfw under the cut)

Bojan had long since lost track of how long he'd been running, weaving his way through the narrow streets of London with the unshakable feeling that he couldn't stop.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest and despite being in good shape, he could barely catch his breath, stumbling more than once over the uneven cobblestones beneath his feet.

He knew that the moment he stopped, there would be no turning back from what awaited him. He could feel it at his back—that cold, piercing presence following him.

When his strength finally began to give out, he darted into a nearby park and hid behind a tree, pressing a trembling hand over his mouth in a futile attempt to muffle his ragged breathing.

It was dark. The only thing illuminating the world around him was the silvery glow of the full moon.

"Are you done running yet? This is starting to get boring."

The moment those words were whispered against his ear and he felt the cold touch settling on his shoulder, he tore himself away on instinct, desperate to put as much distance between himself and the predator as possible but it was useless.

He didn't notice the fallen branch in his path until it was too late. He stumbled and crashed onto the grass, knowing there would be no escaping now.

Cold arms wrapped themselves around him before he found himself pinned against a tree once more. He struggled desperately, but the vampire's grip was like iron, impossible to break.

Now, for the first time, he could truly look at him.

He was breathtaking.

It was obvious at a glance that he was something beyond human...far too perfect, far too beautiful to belong among mortals.

"Please, spare me..." Bojan pleaded, his voice trembling. "I'll do anything. Just let me go."

He clung to those words like a lifeline. He couldn't give up, not when he wanted so badly to live.

The vampire laughed softly, cruel amusement lacing the sound as he traced a sharp claw down Bojan's cheek with almost unsettling tenderness.

"And then who would be my dinner?" he murmured. "I have no intention of finding someone else...not when I already have you. Your blood will be the sweetest ambrosia of all."

Bojan felt the vampire's fangs brush against his neck, barely breaking the skin. He wasn't trying to hurt him—not yet. He was playing with him, drawing out every second of fear, savoring the terror of his prey.

"Besides..."

The vampire leaned closer, his presence overwhelming, his voice nothing more than a quiet murmur against Bojan's ear.

"Someone seems to be enjoying this more than he wants to admit."

Heat rushed to Bojan's face, and he hated that the vampire could see how shaken he was. The humiliation burned almost as much as the fear, leaving him desperate to regain control of himself.

The vampire returned to his neck, tearing through the fabric of his shirt as he pulled him closer. Bojan tried to remain silent. He refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing how frightened he truly was, how much the situation was overwhelming him. But his body betrayed him.

His fingers tightened around the vampire's leather jacket as he struggled to steady himself. He hated that part of him wanted to know what would happen next.

Bojan didn't even realize the exact moment when the vampire finally sank his sharp fangs into his neck and began drinking his blood hungrily. He felt his consciousness slipping away, his legs growing weaker beneath him. If it hadn't been for the vampire holding him, he surely would have collapsed.

The last thing he remembered was the overwhelming sense of calm and the darkness slowly wrapping around him.

When he woke up the next morning in bed, his body ached slightly. A worried Jan was lying beside him, patiently waiting for him to open his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Bojči. Did I go too far this time?" he asked quietly, taking his boyfriend's hand.

Yesterday, he had accidentally taken more than he should have, but he had been hungrier than he expected and the entire experience had awakened instincts he usually kept buried deep inside.

Bojan only smiled softly and pulled Jan closer, capturing him in a long, affectionate kiss filled.

"It was perfect. Exactly what I wanted. I love you, Janči."

For months, Bojan had been asking Jan to create a scene like this, to finally let him use his vampire abilities. And when Jan finally agreed, Bojan knew he had to push him just enough, to make him stop holding himself back.

"I love you too."

Lets open this one up to the boo collective! But before you vote, consider this... Is the person who gives the best fellatio different to the person who gives the best cunnilingus? Who likes to use a flavoured lube or toys to make it more interesting? Who likes to give head while their partner is tied up, and who likes to be tied up while head is forced from them? Who has the most stamina and can stay down there the longest? Who has a super sensitive gag reflex, accidentally uses teeth, or gets his nose piercing stuck in his partner's pubes?

(could i be 🐈‍⬛ anon if that's not taken :3)

Oops, this ended up being way softer than originally intended. I hope you still enjoy, 🐈‍⬛boo!

(nsfw and brief memories of SA and misgendering under the cut)

And it’s totally understandable with the whole crew thing and makes completely sense cause I feel the exact same way. I can’t lie, Vita has definitely been in my saucy thoughts but their crew is private workers while the guys are public figures and therefore will those thoughts just remain thoughts

(original ask here)

Perhaps we could make up an OC to take Vita's place? Our new character could still be a beautiful travelling photographer for the band, but we wouldn't have to worry about invading the real Vita's privacy too much by imagining this fictional character in saucy situations with the boys.

Kris turned out really toxic here. 😭 By the end, I actually started feeling bad for Bojan, but I really wanted to write some angst sooo ~🐇

Kris had always been the jealous type.

Even as a kid, he'd envied his classmates' nicer toys or better clothes, but back then it had never been anything too serious.

His little problem only got worse after he met Bojan, and once they started dating, it spiraled even further.

"Why are you home so late?"

"Why are you wearing Nace's hoodie?"

"You stayed at the studio with Jan again?"

Those were just a few of the questions Bojan had to put up with almost every single day.

Lately, he'd had enough.

At the beginning of their relationship, he'd even found it endearing—how possessive the younger man was over him. It had felt flattering, almost cute.

But it hadn't stayed cute for long.

"I'm going to Jere's," Bojan said carefully. "He invited me over for the weekend. We haven't seen each other in ages, so...I said yes."

The words caught in his throat. He already knew how Kris was going to react.

Except...he didn't.

Kris simply kept staring at the TV in complete silence.

Somehow, that was even more unsettling.

"I'm gonna go pack."

Bojan figured he'd give him a moment to process it. He had barely gotten to his feet before Kris grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him back down.

"No. You're not."

His voice was flat, cold. His gaze was so intense it felt like it could burn straight through him.

"Tell me, Bojč..." Kris said quietly. "Wasn't I enough for you? You have to fly all the way across Europe just to get away from me and go bounce on that Finn's dick?"

For a moment, Bojan couldn't find his voice.

The second he tried to answer, Kris pressed a finger against his lips.

"So that's what you are?" he scoffed. "A slut who can't stop looking at other people? I thought ripping your pants on stage during Karneval was already a pretty low move on your part, but this..." He let out a humorless laugh. "I don't even know what to say."

His hand shot into Bojan's hair, gripping hard enough to make him wince.

"You look at me," Kris said, his voice rising. "Only me. No one else. Do you understand?"

The moment he raised his voice, Bojan knew there was no point arguing.

He simply nodded.

A smile immediately spread across Kris's face.

He leaned in, pressed a kiss to the top of Bojan's head, then gently slid him off his lap so he could curl up against him on the couch instead.

"I'll put on your favorite show," he murmured, all traces of anger suddenly gone. "I'll make us some snacks, we'll have a nice evening together..."

"And you'll cancel that stupid flight to Finland."

His voice was warm again, almost affectionate. He already knew Bojan would do as he was told.

After all...

Bojan wouldn't want to make his boyfriend jealous.

"...Okay, sweetheart."