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BTS Reaction to Cock Warming NSFW

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BTS reaction to trying cockwarming (M) 18+ NSFW

Warnings: cockwarming (duh?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, a little oral?, over stim, dom!tae (oops), squirting, kind of subby JK if you squint.

A/N: This was self-indulgent. I’m a slut for cockwarming and I can never find enough of it. If you have recommendations send them my way. 🥵🥵🥵 Some of these got long (all of them?) and some were really soft and others were…. Not at all hehe. I enjoyed writing Hoseok and Jimin for the first time, both in very different ways!

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Seokjin would probably be unsure at first, but would be willing to try it if it made you happy. He would want to do it at night when you were both tired and cuddling to fall asleep. He would want you to slowly jack him off to get him hard and would probably whine when you stopped, missing the warmth of your hand, but that’s not the point tonight! You would wear only panties to bed, and he would be naked, as per usual. He would turn you both on your sides so he was spooning you from behind and slide your panties to the side so he could slowly finger you until he felt you were wet enough for him to slip in. You would both gasp at the feeling of his thick cock entering you with little preparation, and he would probably have a hard time staying still. A few minutes would go by of you both adjusting your bodies slightly to find a comfortable position to sleep in, letting out soft moans at the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you.

Eventually you would fall asleep, loving the feeling of Seokjin’s warm length filling you up. Sometime throughout the night, Jin would wake up and wouldn’t be able to take the feeling of your walls around him anymore. “YN?” He would try to rouse you gently, “Love?” His whispers sounded strained as you opened one eye, worrying something was wrong, until you felt his member twitch in your dripping pussy. You let out a moan at the movement.

“Mmm,” Seokjin mumbled, slowly starting to move his hips back and forth, fucking into you slowly, “I can’t take it anymore YN, I have to fuck you.”

Yoongi was working on something in his studio, distracted by whatever was on his screen. You sat behind him on his small leather couch, enjoying his presence, as you worked on your own laptop. You had been horny all day and had been waiting for him to finish for the last few hours. You were starting to get frustrated, in more ways than one, and decided to do something about it.

“Yoongi,” you whined in a sweet voice, getting up from your spot on the couch and circling his chair. You trailed your fingertips over the back of his exposed neck, bringing goose bumps to the surface of his skin. “Baby,” you whined again, this time catching his attention.

“What’s the matter babe?” He gave you a bored look, lips pursed into that straight smile he liked to give you. You smiled sweetly at him. Making sure there were no wires or cords around you, you swung one leg over his lap and straddled him in his chair. Without missing a beat, he leaned back in the chair causing it to bounce backward with the weight and brought both hands up to rest on your hips. He raised an eyebrow at you as you leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I want you,” you whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait any longer, I’ve been wet all day.” The whine in your voice was apparent and it made Yoongi chuckle a bit.

“Dirty girl,” he mumbled, running his hands along your thighs and ass, “just a little longer baby, I promise.”

“Yoongi,” you drew out his name, pulling back to pout at him, making him laugh again, “can I just sit on it? I won't even move, I promise I’ll let you finish.”

His laugh got caught in his throat as he let out a short cough, trying to process what you just said. “Like - like cockwarming?”

“Sure, if that’s what it takes to get you inside me.”

Yoongi looked unsure for a second, before desire flashed in his eyes. Removing one hand from your hips he slid his grey sweats and boxers down a bit, letting his semi-hard length spring out. Your pussy was drooling at the sight of it. “Pants off baby,” he said.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You stood up and unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them and your panties off at the same time. Excitement was bubbling in your stomach at the thought of finally getting to feel him. You tossed your clothes on the couch and by the time you were standing in front of him again he was languidly jerking his now fully hard member. You immediately sank to your knees and licked a stripe up his length from the base to the tip. “YN,” he groaned, head falling back against the chair, “you’re distracting me.”

You smirked and stood back up, straddling him again, one leg on either side of his body. Yoongi held his dick against your entrance as you slowly sank down onto him. Once he was fully sheathed in your warmth, you leaned on his chest, head resting on his shoulder. “You feel amazing,” he mumbled into your hair as he sat forward in his chair to better reach his computer. You moaned at the feeling of his cock moving inside you, but stayed still like you promised. “If you’re a good girl and stay there til I’m finished, maybe I’ll let you cum on this cock.”

Your boyfriend, Hoseok, was a freak, to put it lightly. He was always up for experimenting in the bedroom. You were usually the more timid one of the two of you. That’s why it took him by surprise when you shyly brought up cockwarming during dinner one night. That was a week ago. Now, you both had the day off tomorrow and Hoseok invited you over to stay the night at his place. You both knew tonight you were going to give cockwarming a try and to say you were both excited was a huge understatement.

Hoseok had picked out a few movies to watch and brought blankets and pillows out to the living room to get cozy. After you had finished your takeout for dinner, you changed into panties and a large t-shirt, Hoseok changing into basketball shorts for easy access.

Once the movie was on, Hoseok situated you so you were both laying on your side, him behind you against the back of the couch. Both your heads were resting on a pile of pillows, a large fluffy blanket draped over the top of you both. You were incredibly comfy and could definitely fall asleep like this.

Throughout the first movie, Hoseok was warming you up by licking and nibbling at your neck and ear, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your clit through your panties. It was slow, almost like a massage, definitely not to get you off, but to make you soaking wet and ready for his cock.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, voice low and hoarse from not using his voice for a while.

You nodded your head, turning back slightly to place a chaste kiss on his lips. He smiled down at you and moved your panties to the side, slipping two fingers into your glistening cunt. “God baby, you’re dripping all over my hand,” his dirty words only made you grow wetter. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers scissoring you open, prepping you for his cock. Once he felt you were ready, he slipped his shorts down and brought the tip of his dick to your entrance, gathering up your slick for an easy slide. He slid inside you with a practiced ease, both of you groaning at the feeling. He wasn’t lying, you were really wet. You didn’t think this would turn you on this much.

“Good?” He whispered into your ear. The sweetness in his voice contrasting his lewd actions.

You nodded again, biting your lip to keep the moans from escaping. He was filling you up so well, the feeling of his throbbing cock almost too much for you. You both went back to watching the movie, but neither of you could really focus on the screen, relishing in eachother’s warmth.

Halfway through the second movie, Hoseok’s hands started to wander, one of them resting on your bare thigh. He was drawing small circles on the skin, heightening your pleasure even more. He adjusted his body slightly behind you and a whine involuntarily slipped out of your mouth. “Yeah?” You could hear the smirk in his tone as the hand on your thigh snaked around your front and dipped into your panties, pointer finger immediately finding your incredibly swollen clit, “Damn baby, did having my cock in you turn you on this much?”

You nodded, face flushing at his dirty words. “It’s ok,” he kissed your cheek sweetly when his words were anything but, “I’ll fuck this pretty little pussy til you’re screaming.”

He kept his promise that night, that’s for sure.

You and Namjoon had amazing sexual chemistry, it’s one of the reasons your relationship worked so well. You were both open to trying new things and you hardly ever found a kink of the others that you didn’t enjoy. You just meshed well together. So when you asked Namjoon if he would want to try cockwarming he was totally onboard. You had just finished a romp in the sheets and were cuddling in your shared bed, about to fall asleep when you brought it up.

“You want me to just, put it in? And leave it there?” He wasn’t judging, just honestly curious, ready to please you.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s cockwarming,” you giggled, straddling his lap, cock already standing at attention again, “we can just like, lay here I guess?” To be honest, you weren’t sure how you were going to feel about it, but you wanted to at least try it.

“Ok, are you sore? Do you need me to prep you?” You rolled your eyes, though you very much appreciated the kind nature of your boyfriend.

“I’m fine Joonie,” you murmured as you leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on his lips, “love you.”

“I love you too baby,” he smiled that beautiful dimpled smile you love so much. You smiled at him sweetly as you reached your hand down between your bodies and grabbed his thick length. Namjoon had one of the biggest dicks you’ve ever seen and this man knew how to use it. Just thinking about it made you wet. You lined him up with your entrance and teased your clit a few times with the tip, pulling a low groan from his lips. You smirked as you sank down on his length slowly, relishing in the way he stretched your tight walls.

“Mmm,” you moaned, sitting straight up, speared on Namjoon’s cock.

“Now what?” Your sweet boyfriend asked as you leaned down to rest on his firm chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his nose.

“This is it,” you said, pecking his cheeks and forehead, “we can fall asleep like this.”

“Fall asleep?” You chuckled at the wide eyed expression he was giving you, “I don’t think I can last more than 10 minutes like this.” He brought one hand up to push his still sweaty hair off his forehead.

“Just relax, baby,” you soothed, right in his ear. Your breath was was tickling his ear and it was taking all of his restraint to keep from fucking up into your heat. You placed light kisses right behind his ear and down his neck, loving the soft mewls coming from his mouth. You knew what you were doing was teasing him, but you wanted to drive him crazy. This was no longer about cockwarming for you. The moment he entered you, you knew neither of you would last.

He growled lowly and cupped both of your ass cheeks in his large hands. “I can’t hold back anymore baby,” you pulled back from his neck to look at him as he pulled back from your clenching pussy and slammed his hips back up into you, “Want me to fill you up again?”

Jimin, your sweet, sweet boyfriend, was actually the one to bring up cockwarming. He had a long day at work, exhausted from all the extra work his boss asked of him today. When he got home he asked if you would take a bath with him, something the two of you did occasionally to relax. You agreed without hesitation, wanting to help Jimin calm down and unwind.

You filled up the tub and added in his favorite bath bomb that smelled like roses and even had some pieces of dried rose petals in it. The water was a pretty pink color when you poured in some champagne scented bubbles, your favorite. Once you were satisfied, you grabbed two big, white fluffy towels and deposited them on the closed toilet seat, awaiting the two of you for after your bath.

“Jimin!” You called downstairs, “Bath is ready!”

“Coming!” You heard him yell. You heard some shuffling in the kitchen and the clink of a dish being set in the stainless steel sink. You quickly undressed yourself, tossing your clothes in the laundry hamper just as Jimin walked in, eyeing your body. He looked tired, but you could still see the lust in his eyes at the sight of your nakedness. “You look incredible, baby,” his voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around your middle and smiled down at you, “thank you.” His plush lips met yours briefly before he was pulling away to shed his own clothes.

You smiled giddily at him and you climbed over the side of the tub, waiting patiently for him to get in. You leaned over the side of the tub, arms crossed, as you admired the toned body of your boyfriend. He really did have a beautiful body, rock solid abs and thick thighs that you often daydreamed about. “Like what you see?” Your eyes snapped up to his smirking face as he caught you ogling. You blushed slightly before nodding, causing him to playfully shake his head. “Scoot over.”

Jimin climbed over the tub, slotting himself behind you, wrapping both arms around your chest. He leaned back pulling you with him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Let me wash your hair,” you tried to turn around but Jimin’s grasp on you tightened.

“Noooo, please baby, just let me relax,” you giggled at the whine in his voice, turning around slightly to see his eyes closed, face already a good deal more relaxed than before. The crease in his forehead is slowly going away. Jimin let out a heavy sigh before opening his eyes and looking at you lovingly, causing you to smile at him. When you did, you felt something twitch behind your back.

“Jimin!” You gasped, mock offense written on your face, “You’re supposed to be relaxing!”

“I am! I swear! It’s a love boner,” he smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “A love boner?”

“Yeah, you know when you love someone so much you get turned on? I swear I don’t want to have sex right now, I’m too tired.” You believed him, you could see how tired he was.

You rubbed a soothing hand along the top of his thigh and nodded at him, turning back around. After a couple of minutes of laying together, you could feel Jimin’s cock hardening against you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel aroused at the feeling of his dick on your lower back, so close to your core. “Would you think I was weird if I asked you to cockwarm me?”

You were a little taken aback by the question, but you immediately felt arousal shoot straight to your clit at the thought of having him inside you right now. “Seriously? You want to?” You asked, no judgement in your voice, honestly excited at the possibility.

“I mean, yeah - i- if it’s not too weird. I think it sounds kind of nice. Might help me relax”

You turned around and were quick to shake your head, “It’s not weird,” you smiled at him, “let’s try it.”

He let out a breath at your optimism, worried you’d say no. You turned around fully in his arms, straddling his lap, his hard member brushing against your slit as you settled yourself on him. You grabbed his cock in your hand and lined him up with your hole, looking him in the eye briefly to get his permission. He nodded once, giving you the go ahead, and you sunk down onto him slowly. You both let out a contented sigh at the feeling. It was a tight fit, not having any prep beforehand, but it felt good, the water helping with the glide. He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t want to have sex. He really just wanted to feel you, be close to you.

“This feels really nice, YN,” he whispered, head falling back onto the porcelain of the tub, “I love you, kitten.”

“I love you too, Jimin,” you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder, both arms wrapping around his middle in a bear hug.

“Mmm,” he murmured into your hair, “thank you.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

You felt another rough slap to your ass cheek, the skin jiggling at the impact. “You’ve been a bad girl, doll,” Taehyung’s deep voice sounded behind you, “do you think you deserve to cum tonight?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, “please.”

You and Taehyung had been watching TV on the couch when you decided you were going to tease him by sitting on his lap and grinding into his crotch. You had been horny all night and you knew it would rile him up, which is exactly what you wanted.

“Hmm, I don’t think you do,” he growled, landing another slap to your already read ass, “teasing me, knowing what would happen. You dirty girl.” Tae currently had you nude, both feet planted on the hardwood floor, front bent over the arm of the couch. It was a rather exposing position. You could feel the cool air hitting your dripping pussy, begging to be touched in any way.

Another slap. You jolted as two of Taehyung’s fingers dragged through your slit, spreading your lips to lewdly display your cunt to him. “So wet,” he drawled, “my doll loves to be punished, doesn’t she?”

“Yes - yes I do, sir!” You yelped as he gently slapped your pussy with his two fingers.

“Then I’m more than happy to punish you,” you heard the sound of a zipper, jeans falling to the ground, “all you had to do was ask.” You gasped at the sudden intrusion of his thick cock into your folds. Without warning Taehyung sheathed his full length inside of you, his long dick hitting your cervix in the best way possible.

“Taehyung!”

Another slap, “Uh-uh doll. You wanted this,” he said with a false sweetness, “now stay,” he growled darkly.

“Wh-what?” What did he mean, stay?

“You wanted cock so badly, now you’ve got it. What? Not what you wanted?” He slapped your ass again, soothingly rubbing the burning skin after, “Too bad, doll.”

Was he cockwarming? You let out a low moan at the thought. You’ve never tried this before, but you could feel the gush of wetness that surged through your pussy at the idea of sitting here with his long, hard cock stretching your walls for God knows how long.

“Yeah? You like that? Dirty, dirty girl. Gonna use you as my cocksleeve as I see fit.”

You moaned again at his nasty words. “Please sir, please use me!” You sobbed into the couch. One of his hands snaked around your front, thumb lightly pushing into your swollen, neglected clit. You screamed into the leather at the feeling.

“Can you cum like this?” His words were dripping in lust, you could tell he was gone. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He’s stayed stark still this entire time. “Cream my cock like this and I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.”

You whined into the couch again at the mere thought of his cock slamming into you over and over again. You concentrated on the feeling of his thumb putting pressure on your bud. He slowly added more pressure, and then released. He continued this pattern, putting heavy pressure on your clit and then removing it completely. It was such a weird feeling of stimulation and it was clouding your mind completely. You could feel the rubber band feeling tightening in your core every time his fingertip would push into your bud. It was too much, the pleasure was searing hot in your pussy as you clenched around his cock, letting the band snap.

“Ah! T-Tae!” You screamed, louder than he expected, causing him to jump slightly. The extra pressure on your g-spot caused your pussy to release all over Taehyung’s cock. The sight below him had his eyes glazing over as he watched you squirt all over him. The way your pussy lips were clenching around his dick sporadically as the liquid squirted onto his abdomen sent him into a frenzy as he pulled his cock out of you until you could just feel the tip, and slammed his hips back into you as hard as he could, “Taehyung!”

“You are so,” he slammed into you again, “fucking,” and again, “hot, doll.”

Your boyfriend was currently sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, playing Overwatch with Seokjin, his best friend. He had his headset on and was so hyper focused on the TV that he didn’t see you come into the room. Which means he also didn’t see your attire. Or lack thereof.

You slowly walked around the back of the couch, hand trailing over the soft suede fabric. You had just woken up, it was past midnight and you didn’t know Jungkook had gotten home. He didn’t like to wake you up since he usually got home from his job super late. You were a little upset that his loud yelling had woken you from your dream. Not because it woke you up, per se, but because the dream you were having was an incredible sex dream about the very boyfriend who woke you.

You woke up with a light sheen of sweat on your body, pussy dripping wet and needing to be filled. So, you threw on a silk robe, nothing else, and ventured to find something to fill you up.

As you rounded the couch you stood in front of Jungkook enough that he would notice you, but not enough to block the TV screen from his view. You didn’t want him to get upset with you when you were so horny. You’d save that for a time when you wanted to be punished.

“Hey babe,” he uttered, monotone, still focused on his game, “sorry, did I wake you?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, not offering a response. After a moment Jungkook looked up at you, expecting to find you upset, but instead he was met with a look of pure lust. His eyes widened for a second before Seokjin was yelling in his ear, causing his eyes to snap back to the game.

Now that he knew you were there, you decided to have a little fun. You let the robe slip from your shoulders, knowing he could see you from the corner of his eye. You walked over to him and sunk to your knees in front of him. He looked at you in shock, confused at your behavior, but not pushing you away. You looked at him for permission and he nodded quickly, making you giggle silently. You pulled his sweatpants and boxers down until they were around his ankles and grabbed his semi-hard cock, smirking to yourself. He was still playing, but his conversation with Jin had abruptly come to a halt. You languidly jerked his cock for a moment before leaning over and letting a glob of saliva fall from your lips onto his red tip. You spread the lubricant around for a moment, looking up to see Jungkook biting into his lip to keep his noises from reaching his friends ears. He looked down at you for just a moment and you held your finger up to your lips, reminding him to be quiet.

You stood up slowly, turned around so you were facing the TV and grabbed your boyfriend's weeping cock, lining it up with your core, before sitting down on it. You could hear the grunt come from Jungkook behind you, but chose to ignore it as you leaned back into his firm chest. You let out a sigh at the feeling of being filled. This is exactly what you needed. You were still tired enough from sleep that you didn’t need more stimulation than this. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you was enough to satisfy you until he was done playing.

To say Jungkook was confused was an understatement. Were you really cockwarming him right now? He’s always wanted to try this with you, and actually had a fantasy where you did this while he was playing video games. He thought he was dreaming for a second until you leaned back into him and your signature cherry blossom scent surrounded him. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes for a second, collecting himself before continuing to play his game. In his fantasy, he would be able to keep himself quiet and play while you sat obediently in his lap. He was going to take advantage of the situation that had quite literally fallen into his lap.

He continued to play his game, at the end quickly telling Jin that he would see him tomorrow and ripped his headset off, tossing it on the other end of the couch.

“Baby?” He placed both hands on your sides, rubbing soothingly up and down, “Is everything ok?” He was honestly a little worried about you, you weren’t usually this assertive.

“You woke me up from a sex dream,” you uttered, eyes closed, “fix it.”

He chuckled at your admission, kissing up your shoulders and neck. “It better have been about me.” He growled playfully.

“Of course it was. Now fuck me, please.”

“Gladly.”

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| 🎃 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 🎃 |

↪ ✦ night verses ✦

this chapter pairing; sub!mingyu x succubus!reader

genre&warnings; sub!mingyu, ceo!mingyu, succubus!reader, blowjob, restraints(non-penetrative tentacles), (whiny baby mingyu), choking, dirty talk, (a little service top mingyu for ya too), mingyu has a praise kink and we all know it!!!

notes; yes... I did imagine Bad Clue GoSe Mingyu for this one.... 👀👀 hehe~ and also mingyu’s been a tease and knows we seem to like ceo!gyu and we ALL know this bitch has a praise kink, he makes it way too obvious dkjfhdskf LMAO 😆(also I'm curious how many of you have gotten curious about the song lyrics so far...) Thank you for all the love and interest, as always! Stay hydrated and I will see yall tomorrow!! 💕🎃👻

word count; ~2300

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x

i stand alone when i’m with you;

i’m a tangled twisted fool

draw me into your world;

make it all go away.

Mingyu leans against the mahogany table in his study, glass filled with whiskey as he sighs.

His eyes flit over the various work documents and contracts spread across the wide table, lips pressing into a firm line.

He really hated working off the clock.

Rounding the table, he takes a seat back in his expensive office chair as he spaces out momentarily; wondering what you were up to since it was Halloween night. He takes a sip of his alcohol, thoughts of you flooding his mind. You had mentioned the last time he saw you that you’d be 'busy’ on Halloween and now he was regretting being so holed up in his office with work.

In actuality, he hadn’t seen you in what had to have been two weeks, now that he thought about it. He’d been so swamped with work that he hadn’t even had a chance to indulge, much less take care of himself.

Mingyu lets his mind wander; mental images of you underneath him pressed into his bed making him sigh dreamily.

He really did miss you.

“Oho~ If it isn’t Mr. Kim working hard on Halloween night~” His eyes dart over to the double doors to his study as he sets his glass down onto the table top.

“How--”

“Aww, c’mon Mingyu! What did I tell you last time?”

Right. You probably knew the second he even started thinking about you.

“I thought you said you’d be busy tonight...”

“I had some free time ‘n thought I’d check in~”

He takes in your appearance, noting the way your horns seem to be extra sharp and the way your crimson eyes seem to burn an even darker shade than usual.

You make your way over to him, hip propped against the expensive wood as you reach for his glass. He watches you take a sip, eyes fixated on the way you lick your lips. His mouth parts in a quiet whimper, “I--fuck I’ve missed your mouth. I’ve been so busy I--I haven’t even had a chance to take care of myself. Can we…?” Giggling in return, you step closer to him, watching the lust pool in his eyes when you tilt his head up to meet your crimson stare.

“It would be my pleasure, Mr. Kim~”

Mingyu hates relinquishing his power to anyone; it’s in my nature to be on top, he says.

And on most days, you let him.

“Ngh, fu---fuck, can you p-please just--”

He tugs against the tentacles keeping his wrists bound above him, hips thrusting up towards your face. “This f-fucking sucks!” He whines. “I hate t-this!”

You shoot the male a grin, sitting up in between his legs as you watch him squirm. “I told you, it’s my night so we’re trying something different, Mingyu. And anyway, look at how hard your cock is getting.” He glances down; hazy eyes honing in on the tentacle wrapped around his shaft.

You had never played with him like this before. Not that it was a bad thing.

He watches the precum leak from the head of his cock as the wet appendage moves up and down his shaft. “Doesn’t it feel good, ‘Gyu?” He nods in response, “It’s… d-different but… good. I just, my---my arms...”

Leaning back down between his legs, you let the tentacle unwrap itself from his cock as you replace it with your tongue. You lick a strip from the base to the head before you wrap your lips around him and hollow out your cheeks.

“Oh, f-fuck!” He cries; weak sobs on his lips as you tease him. You slowly sink down onto him, taking more of his cock into your mouth until you start deepthroating him. “Please, please, please…” His head is fuzzy, thighs trembling and you’d just only started.

Mingyu’s just a little confused, but he chalks it up to you and your sexual energy on a night like tonight.

You hum around him; relishing in the way he squirms and whines at the vibrations that shoot up his spine. And ever so slowly, you bob your head up and down, hollowing out your cheeks and using your tongue on him. He tries to buck his hips up to make you take more of him, but you quickly pull off of him in an instant.

“Oh, Mingyu~ You’ll want to behave for me or else I’ll really drag it out. Would you like that? You haven’t cum in 2 weeks and I can make you wait longer~” You tease, watching as the panic floods in his eyes.

“No! No I--I’ll behave, I promise…”

Smirking, you take him back into your mouth as you let a tentacle travel up his torso. He watches in mild confusion but he’s quick to throw his head back against the pillows when it starts teasing his nipples. “Fuck, what t-the fuck…” He cries out.

And despite your slow torturous movements, Mingyu already feels himself on the brink of an orgasm as his heels dig into the sheets. “Ngh, please--I--I need to cum…” Murmuring, he notices you don’t make a move to stop.

The sensations become too much for him, your mouth on his cock with the strange appendages teasing his nipples and he finds himself unable to speak, much less warn you when his orgasm hits him out of nowhere. You start deepthroating him at the same time, moaning around him at the way his cock throbs in your mouth and down your throat.

Mingyu feels weightless, body tingling as he rides out the high.

But it doesn’t last long, as you pull off of him; lips covered in cum and spit. “Look at you, ‘Gyu. Aren’t you a sight?” You teasingly giggle, taking in his disheveled appearance.

“Mmh… fu--fuck…”

He feels his arms go slack, tired eyes peering up and noticing that all the tentacles have gone away. “I--” A blush paints his cheeks. “I don’t think I’ve ever c-cum that quickly…”

You lick your lips, wrapping a hand around his cock again. “Aww, hope you saved some cum for me, baby boy. I still haven’t gotten what I wanted and you already came down my throat!” You jokingly pout down at him as he winces at the sensitivity when you squeeze his cock.

“C’mon, fuck my cunt, Mingyu.”

He feels his cock throb in your hold, nodding shakily as he moves to get up and switch places.

You rest your head against the pillows as you spread your legs for him. “You’re so shy like this, Mingyu~ Cat got your tongue?” The blush on his cheek intensifies as he slots himself between your legs. “N-no, I’m just…”

“You’re just, what? Used to bossing me around and using me like your cute ‘lil toy?” You bring a foot down onto his cock, pressing into it as he groans. “Mm, but Mingyu’s gonna be good and be my toy for tonight, right?” Laughing lightly, you lift your foot from his cock as he wraps a hand around himself again.

“Ye--yeah… I’ll be g-good…”

He positions his cock at your entrance, noting the way his hand seems shaky. “‘Gyu~ Don’t make me wait~”

Mingyu starts to slowly sink his cock into you, biting his lip to hold in his noises. Fuck, he really did miss you.

“Ngh, fuck you’re so big, Mingyu, I--I missed your fuckin’ cock…” He feels his cock throbbing between your tight and warm walls; cock head snug against your cervix as he waits. “C-can I move?”

You could get used to this side of Mingyu.

“Of course you can, baby boy. Now, fuck me like you mean it since I haven’t seen you in 2 weeks.” Mingyu nods feverishly as he draws his hips back and slams his cock into you. A mewl cuts through the air and he finds himself being coaxed by your sweet voice to make you feel better than he’d ever made you feel.

I need to stop being so selfish, he thinks.

He starts a moderate pace, putting his pleasure at the back of his head as he focuses on yours. “D-do you feel g-good?” Mingyu asks.

You clench around his cock in response; eating up the way he whines. “Mm~ Does my cute ‘lil ‘Gyu wanna hear me praise how good you fuck me? How good you fill me up just right? How your cock was made for my pretty ‘lil cunt. Or maybe how well you eat me out. Y’know, when you use your tongue on me, lapping up all my wetness ‘til you can’t take it anymore and need to fuck me into the sheets.”

“O-oh, god…” He cries, hips pistoning into you even quicker.

“Mmh, you’re so cute, Mingyu. You’re always so good at being on top, being the dominant one. But you’re better suited like this, y’know? Submissive to me, asking for permission to fuck my cunt like a good boy.” You like your lips; crimson eyes dancing up to Mingyu who meets your stare with his own lust filled pools. “You’ll beg me to cum too. Won’t you?”

He nods, “Y--yeah…”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence; the sound of his cute whines enough to keep you sated as he starts doubling his pace.

You start moving your hips to match his movements, a grin on your lips when you can tell he’s trying his best to stave off his orgasm.

“Mm, bet’cha wanna cum, huh? I can see it all over your face~ But you’ll be good and you’ll wait. You’ll make me cum on your cock, get it nice ‘n wet. Then you can cum in my pussy, fill me up ‘til it’s spilling out of me and then I’ll sit on your pretty face while you eat the cum out of my soaking pussy, right Mingyu?”

Mingyu lets out a guttural moan, eyes momentarily rolling to the back of his head at the thought alone. “Yes, god, fu--fuck, please, let me…”

“Make me cum then~”

His quickens his pace, hips losing rhythm as he tries to throw you over the edge. He places the pad of his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on the nub as you moan out. “Oh, fuck, baby, more!”

It takes a second for Mingyu to feel the appendage reappear; a shiver rolling down his spine when he feels it traveling up his back. “Wh--what…?”

It slowly wraps around his throat, adding a slight pressure as Mingyu lets out a choked sob. “Please, please cum! I--I don’t know h-how long I can, hah, h-hold off… Please…”

“Mmh, beg me more, baby boy. Let’s hear it~”

He starts rubbing harsher circles on your clit; thrusting into you hard enough to make your body shift up further and further towards the headboard. “Ngh, fuck, please---please cum… I wanna f-feel you get my cock wet ‘n I wanna---wanna eat you out wh--while you sit on my face a-and use me to get o-off on…”

It takes a few more erratic thrusts from Mingyu before you’re cumming, toes curling behind his back as the tentacles wrapped around his throat tighten just enough for the lightheadedness to settle in.

“Fuh---fuck, you feel so good!” A small tear slips from his eye as he feels your walls fluttering around his cock and he opts to grind against you instead as you ride out your orgasm.

“Oh, god, Mingyu, fuck me more!” The grip on his throat loosens as he takes a deep breath. “Please--Please, can I c-cum? I need to c-cum so bad, please… I don’t c-care if you don’t, hah, let me cum all night, just---please!”

You laugh airily, clamping down hard on his cock. “You’re so cute when you beg~ Go ahead, Mingyu. Cum for me, baby boy. I wanna feel your cock throbbing while you fill me up~”

Thank you’s roll off his tongue in a jumbled mess and he’s quick to fold you into a mating press as he chases his orgasm. The tentacle wrapped around his neck tightens up again just as he feels the tension about to snap.

His hips stutter and a choked sob bubbles past his lips not a second later; his hazy eyes watching the way yours twinkle when his orgasm finally washes over him.

“Ngh, fuck, your cock is throbbing inside my fuckin’ cunt, filling me up so much with the cum you saved up for me, right baby boy?”

He nods shakily as he grinds into you, eyes pooling with unshed tears at how good he felt. “G-god, yes, ah, fuck, I---I saved my cum up just for y-you…” He whispers out.

The lightheadedness makes Mingyu feel extra good; fingertips going numb at the amount of new sensations his body was experiencing.

The tentacle disappears again once his body starts to go slack and Mingyu’s stuttered breath makes you grin. “You seem to have enjoyed my ‘lil friends, huh?” The blush on his cheeks run up to his ears, biting his lip as he slowly rests your body down; cock still snug between your warm walls.

“I---I didn’t hate i-it…” He mutters.

There’s a beat of silence as the two of you stay in that position and you quickly raise a brow at Mingyu who stares back at you. “Is there a reason you’re keeping me plugged up with your cock?”

“Wanna… wanna eat you out while you sit on my f-face…” Mingyu gulps, “But--but I don’t want the cum to s-spill out…”

You can’t help but laugh as you shake your head at the taller male. “Fuck, you’re so cute! I’m glad I showed up tonight. I wouldn’t want to have missed this!”

His lips press into an embarrassed smile; shy eyes avoiding your teasing stare.

“I’m glad you came too.”

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spookysmujer · 4 years

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Simple Things, O. Diaz

Summary: Oscar get jealous upon seeing you enjoying a conversation with another guy.

warnings: angst, Jealous!Oscar, cute s h e t /ending😋

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“Hey, have you seen Spooky?”

Sad Eyes briefly looks at you then around the bustling backyard of a summer bash. He shrugs his shoulder, “He was here, think he dipped because he saw you warming up the pendejo.”

You close your eyes for a brief moment to scratch the back of your head. He only chuckles and steps away from you. Tonight was suppose to be a fun and chill. The Santos love to hit up summer parties around the block, usually to hit up the now legal hynas fresh outta high school. Not for Oscar though because he has you.

The relationship between you and Oscar has been complicated from the get go. It didn’t start off simple and definitely had you questioning your ability to hold a decent relationship especially in moments like these. Oscar’s insecurities getting the best of him. Not to mention, he is horrible at opening up about his feelings.

You’re checking your phone for any messages and missed calls from him but nothing. As you squeeze your way past the alcohol infested teens to the front yard, you stand to check for his cherry red impala. And just as it was when you rolled up, parked against the curb a few houses down with a smoking Oscar leaning against it.

“Hey, you.” He looks up from his phone and tucks it away as you approach him. His gaze averts from you as you are now besides him, leaning into his side, “Why’d you dip?”

Oscar clears his throat and sits up off of his car, “Thought you had all the company you needed, looks like you did with Bryan or whatever his fuckin’ name is.”

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, moving off him and in front of him. He looks down at you then takes a drag of his cigarette. You form a face of disgust, “When you gonna stop smoking those cancer sticks, hm?”

An amused expression forms on his face as he places it between his lips to take another drag, “When you stop hanging with other guys. I’ll probably be waiting forever with that one.”

“Really? You’re gonna act like this? The one night we can hang out with no shit to handle tomorrow but you want to be a dick instead.” You face and voice carry much frustration. You huff and begin to walk away when not even a second later, “Don’t walk away from me.”

Your hold your middle finger in the air with your back to him.

Suddenly, his hand is gripping your upper arm and pulling you back. You stumble and pull your arm away as he looks down at you with that signature Spooky look.

“I’ll walk away if I please. I don’t know why you get so jealous. All I was doing was talking to guy about school and stuff. Is that so bad or are you the only specimen of the opposite sex that I can have contact with?”

He cracks a smile, looking away for a brief moment then back to you, “You don’t think it looked like something to everyone else around you? Laughing and doing the cute punch shit. If it looks like something to me, it looks like something to others.”

“And you started caring about other’s opinion when? Tonight? I’m sorry people have wronged you in the past, Oscar. I really am, I despise them for doing it to you but I am not one of them. I wouldn’t do that to you. If I was interested in someone else, I’d have the decency to tell you that. It’s not what I was doing that’s the problem here. It’s you and the way you think.”

Oscar looks down and you see his adam’s apple bob.He’s probably feeling guilty right about now, “Can’t help I much I feel for you, seeing you like that pisses me off.”

“You can control the way you think of me though. You really believe I would be that kind of girl with you? Hm? We’ve been through hell together. We’ve got through a lot of your issues together, it took you nearly a year to label me as your novia. I stuck around even then when you’d push me away and treat me like a random hyna. But I did it because I love you.” You sigh as you let out the frustrations.

You rub circles into your forehead and blink away an tears that threaten to spill over. Whenever you get upset, your emotions try to overrun, He looks around for a brief moment and scratches the back of his head, a small smile creeping onto his lips. You see the smug look on his face and cross your arms over your chest, “I’m serious!”

He finally lets off a laugh and licks his lips to peer down at you, his hands in pockets. Oscar tilts his head to the side and peers at you, truly fascinated that he got a girl who loves him with such passion and continues to stick around even when the going gets rough,

“I love you too, mamas. That’s why I act this way. Because in some fucked up way, the universe said that you could be mine. And I still disbelieve it to this day. You’re way out of my league. I just.. I know if a guy comes along and is that much better than me then I’m out.” He confesses, the smug look disappearing and his face now saturated with discomfort.

It’s your turn to form a smug look on your face. Oscar is a man of a few words but it’s not like he doesn’t get mushy sometimes. When he does though, it’s like you’re fire. You’re heart is set ablaze with intense feelings that you feel like you’ve never felt before. And in moments like this, his insecurities give you a soft spot for his irritating ass.

“Oscar, I can promise you. If a richer, more... toned man has woo’d me and given me everything I have ever dreamed. Promised me a home in LA or got me my dream car? I wouldn’t be happy. Because you’re the one for me. You are it. I want things with you. I want to build a life with you, a home and someday a family. Doesn’t have to be in the order, “You both laugh, nerves obvious as you inhale a deep breath.

“You’re it for me. I can’t tell you in words how much I want you and will want you til i’m wrinkling and ugly. I’ve wanted you then and I want you now.”

He takes a deep breath in and steps closer to you. You instinctively wrap your arms around his waist, tipping your head back to get a look up at him. He puckers his lips and you press yours against him, breathing him in.

When you break the kiss apart, he remove his hands from his pockets and steps back, you squeal as his lifts you off your feet and onto his shoulder “Osc- babe!”

“Gotta get started on that family, not in order remember?” He jogs down the sidewalk towards his house, abandoning his car all at once. Laughter erupting from the both of you.

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shintorikhazumi · 3 years

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“Diana.”

A/N: To be honest, I had wanted this to be a Diana-centric fic, from Diana’s perspective. I struggled to find a concept, and had a little help from a friend who sent me a random generator. (Thanks, Kate :>) And when I thought I’d just choose from a randomly generated idea, I came across this video on youtube which was actually a compilation of a tiktok series of the story of two neighbors. Of course, I changed bits of it, and obv the end so if you think you know what the source vid is, dw. I won’t hurt y’all like that ;-; And I’ll just link it at the bottom so no plot spoilers for those who don’t know what it is. Eyyyy.

This fic has a few song recs for y’all to listen to if you haven’t heard them already, lol. ;)

I had been looking for something... “emotional” for Diana’s bday fic. And I think... this works. At least for me, it does. It’s not from Diana’s perspective, but... I think this works. So without further ado, Happy birthday Diana and...

oh, thank you to @tracedinairlwa for some help with the music :> that y’all will see later in the fic :’>. Without further ado,

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

It all started with a sunset and a few familiar notes from a piano.

No, it isn’t Akko’s piano. Her piano has been sitting in a corner of her room, collecting dust- untouched for months. And that is just the thing. Unless her piano has somehow become cursed and has decided to ghostly play on its own, then there had to be some other source.

The source of that gentle sound, Akko eventually pinpoints, is her apartment wall- or more accurately, what lies beyond that separator.

As she sits on her couch, admiring the expressive tones, her mind has decided that it wants to capture this special moment, and keep it stored lest she never experiences it again.

Making a quick dash for her bedroom, she opens her bedside drawer and fishes for her old camera from her university days in film club, back when she was an actual student of the Arts and all that creative jazz. She has tried to maintain it, but being under lockdown allows her few chances of seeing the outside world, and the few corners of her home don’t exactly spark ‘inspiration’ for any project.

Dusting the device off gently, she takes it back to the living room, placing it on her coffee table facing herself. She clicks the record button, thinking of making an introduction; but she quickly abandons that idea as she realizes it may take away from the sounds she wants to ring more apparent on tape.

Maybe she can just edit a few captions later on her laptop. Yes. That sounds good.

So she sits.

And the notes kept playing.

[Video Diary(?) Diary? Is this a Diary? Day... Day 1. I hope it’s only Day 1. I hope there’s a day 2. And a three... and a five.

So anyway, Akko here. And uh... I got a new neighbor, I think. He/she plays the piano. I do too (kinda. Haven’t done that in a while, hehe).

I don’t know why I recorded this... this must seem like I’m being a creep, but... They just... played Chariot’s Melancholy from my favorite show and... it felt sadder than usual. The sound felt sorrowful. I don’t know...

I’m... moved.]

//-//-//-//-//

She does not know what compels her today, to slip that message under her neighbors door; but before she can even think about her actions, they’d already been done.

A simple, “can you please play ‘Ease My Mind’ by Ben Platt, maybe?” haphazardly scrawled on a piece of notebook paper is delivered with the anxious feelings of an interaction-craving Akko, starved of a social life since all this pandemic misfortune began.

She is sure she no longer knows how to string a proper introduction together after nearly a year of being by her lonesome.

This is about to change however. Starting today.

Maybe.

She counts down the hours ‘til sunset.

[Day 2! Yey! So uh... I kind of... went on the attack- no! I didn’t attack anyone! I just... You know how I have a new neighbor that plays the piano? I sent that neighbor a note.

And you might think that’s all fine and cute, but... I’ve never even met my neighbor... but...

I love his/her music. So much.

And I told them. On the note, of course. Duh, Akko.

I asked them to play ease my mind and... they did.

As you can hear in the video... I guess it was a yes. :>

...They eased my mind...

-Akko]

//-//-//-//-//

She wants to try something today.

She has been thinking about it the past few days after continually being blessed with such beautiful music. Music that had attracted her like moth to a flame. The piano’s daily sunset singing compels her to come reunite with her own.

She had wiped it clean earlier in the morning and now sits awkwardly on the bench, punching down a random note here and there.

What a nostalgic tone.

The C major scale then the G. She plays it. A few arpeggios to warm up. F sharp major doesn’t sound too good, with her fingers tangling up as she traverses the scale. What was the fingering supposed to be like again? Right. Start with the fourth and second finger on the left and right hand respectively.

That sounds much better.

She hums a few tunes, choosing from a playlist arranged in her mind. She settles on something gentle and sweet. A Yiruma song. Just to get the feeling back in her hands.

A river flows as notes along the plain that is her silent room, adorning the quiet flourishes and curves, bringing color to her atmosphere.

She misses this. This tingle in her heart as music fills up her entire soul, not allowing her to think of anything else but this exact moment.

Yes.

This... This is nice.

And Akko plays until the sunset comes.

She can’t wait for it to come.

[Day 6. I... I haven’t played the piano in a while, and I’m a little rusty. But brave ol’ Akko here thought it’d be great to ask for a duet from the virtuoso across the drywall, haha. I left a note...

And I though we had something going. I was excited... I said that they could play once I stopped my part, but... did they forget? Or I guess they didn’t hear me.

It’s okay... I can try again tomorrow.

I hope. Tomorrow...

-This has been Akko.]

//-//-//-//-//

She excitedly videos this weekend ‘meet-up’.

Akko still doesn’t know who lives across the wall, but she sure knows his or her favorite songs by now, hearing it daily at the same sunset hours.

She admires the music, as usual, but this time it’s different. This time, they had sent her a note. An apology for missing out last time.

They request a duet with her, to make up for it. Of course, Akko accepts. And now she starts it off, praying and hoping her sound is heard through the barrier that keeps their music apart.

She ends her part of the duet, waiting in the most agonizing few seconds of silence. She briefly worries that her neighbor had forgotten their proposition; or maybe they couldn’t hear her once more.

It’s fine, she thinks... It’s okay. She scratches her cheek, wondering if she should hold on until next time again-

There it is. That beautiful sound, so personal to the one living across the wall. A sound of emotion that could only belong to whoever it was living there.

Akko had never heard anyone else play the way her neighbor did.

She laughs, she feels herself tear up a little. It hurts so sweet in her chest. It’s a fizzy, bubbling excitement. It’s a stretched-out joy across her cheeks.

A success!

A beautiful one, indeed.

[Day 8: Akko here. My wish came true. I... got to play with my neighbor! Yay!

... Maybe I should go meet them now...]

//-//-//-//-//

They do it again.

Akko excitedly bounces in her warmed piano seat, listening to her neighbor go first this time around. She listens intently. Once the wall music stops, she starts. This was their agreement, their deal.

The river’s flow stills a moment, and that’s Akko’s cue to pick up the current’s pace once more.

She plays with shy gusto, caressing the keys in a way that shows how she’s fallen in love again. With the piano? With music? Yes. With- ...

Love, huh. It’s such perfect timing too.

Today is Valentine’s day.

Akko doesn’t know whether or not her neighbor has anyone special in her life like that, but if they share the same situation, all alone in their apartments, locked in by the pandemic, she just wants them to know she receives the message their music is trying to get across to one another.

Her heart feels it. It translates it.

It cherishes it.

[Day 13.

Dear Neighbor,

I just... wanted to share the words we’ve exchanged, not through any verbal means, but through the sounds that reverberate against the very foundations of our connected homes. Thank you for this message.

I know that music is... our way of simply saying

“I don’t know who you are ... But I’m here. You’re not Alone.” This is for you too.

-Sincerely, Akko.]

//-//-//-//-//

It is a challenge.

For Akko or for her neighbor, she doesn’t know. What she does know is that tomorrow is going to be the big day! She’s finally going to see the face behind the songs that have embraced her tenderly throughout the lonely struggle she hadn’t realized had weighed down on her so heavily.

The interactions they’ve had, the conversations, they brighten up her everyday, and Akko is somewhat afraid she’s gotten attached; addicted- if you will- to this unique bond she’s formed with another she has never actually met.

Her mind strays from her current piece, body autopiloting a song called, “Mind Conductor” that both of them just so happen to like, apparently. Another fact that makes Akko feel all giddy as they seem to share a taste in other media outside of music.

She feels herself vibrate with nerves and excitement.

It’s tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day.

[We’re Finally Meeting.

Tomorrow.]

//-//-//-//-//

Akko tells a story.

She’s met her neighbor, not knowing what to expect. Despite having a lack of said expectations, she could confidently say it was better than anything she could have anticipated.

She rolls up the sleeves of her flannel shirt, readying herself to write the melodious response to the already playing tune in the background of her video.

Though she tries to listen intently, waiting for her turn, she is distracted. She knows she is.

After meeting someone as wonderful as her neighbor.

Blonde hair and blue eyes invade her recall, flashes of a soft smile and calm voice playing over and over in her head.

Her neighbor is the most gorgeous woman she’s ever met. Breath-taking. Akko says this with utmost objectivity as her lungs struggle to function after first meeting the lady.

Hailing from Scotland, the twenty-five-year-old had introduced herself to Akko. They exchanged a few pleasantries, some questions and information.

Akko had asked how she’d never known she had such a talented neighbor, to which the response was an admission from the woman that she had just moved in and was only staying in the adjacent apartment temporarily while awaiting for a relative to come for her after selling their old house back in their hometown.

Her mother... rests. Having had a certain heart disease for a while, her immune system had proven very susceptible to the pandemic reaper that had claimed her life for its tallied count. She never knew her father, it seemed.

Akko’s heart breaks as she remembers these things.

“All I have left is the piano.”

That’s what she’d said to her earlier.

Akko’s fingers glide across the keys, playing her role in this drama for two.

“I play at sunset because my mother came home at that time from work... she was always stressed.

...I wanted to be of help to her. I was happy she loved it. As I grew up, it became a habit.”

Akko fumbles with a few keys, making a slight mistake. She hopes her neighbor can forgive her for being so distracted at the moment, and right after they’d finally met too.

“Thank you, Miss-”

“Akko is fine.”

“Thank you, Akko. You’re playing has, in truth, kept me motivated and less lonely.”

Akko remembers having promised before their parting to their respective units that she would keep playing with her until she moves out.

Akko blushes upon remembering the stunning smile she was offered afterwards.

Her neighbor had been camera shy and so Akko didn’t get the opportunity for a picture. She hopes for the best in the future. She’ll try again if ever the lovely lady was ready.

They have time, anyway.

They do.

[Day 20, folks! Akko here, writing another video caption entry, Diary, thing... haha. The song playing right now in the video is gorgeous right? It’s... her favorite song. It’s called, ‘In case you don’t live forever’. She said it keeps her loser to her mother. It keeps her in her heart.

She plays so beautifully...

She’s just as beautiful. She’s amazing.

She’s... a special soul.

I feel goosebumps.

I’m glad. For her. Her music doesn’t sound as sorrowful as when I first heard it. It’s still every bit as emotional, though. I could cry. Really, I could...

...I’m so happy she’s healing.

It’s a process, but... I’ll be here. I’ll be here for her.

I’ll be here for you,

“Diana.”]

//-//-//-//-//

There are times when Akko thinks she’d like to get to know her neighbor more, a little more chatting, a few more minutes talking.

However, it always seems as though there’s this unspoken rule. This... ‘don’t-get-too-close’, ‘don’t-ask-more-than-you-should’. It’s like a boundary that keeps Akko from learning more, discovering more.

Neither of them purposely meet-up outside their closed doors either, this lockdown and what-not all up in their face.

They see each other around the building sometimes, wave a hand, shake a plastic bag of groceries, but building protocols don’t really allow loitering in the halls, and Akko feels she’d be crossing a line in inviting the girl over, and she doesn’t see herself getting invited instead either.

Despite this longing, she isn’t all too dissatisfied with the current standing of their relationship. Peculiar as it may be, she rather likes this.

A relationship built on a communication based on raw emotion delivered through their music.

If Akko ponders it deeply, it’s quite an intimate relationship, what they have. Thoughts and feelings in their purest form- unspoken, but not hidden.

She might not know too much about Diana. She may not know much of her past, or even her present, or general objective facts about the woman.

But what Akko does feel she knows is Diana’s heart.

And Akko knows its utterly beautiful.

//-//-//-//-//

Moonlight Sonata has never felt so sad to her; its sounds reflecting something they both felt, Akko believed.

Akko feels her heart clench and ache in her chest, her face a little hot and her palms sweating.

Only a week left before the clock strikes twelve and the magic is broken.

Diana is finally moving out.

It is... their final duet.

How unfortunate.

Akko sighs, thinking about the pain she’ll feel later as she edits this portion of the video. Compared to the happy tones and build ups of all the others, this... is something she doesn’t know if she can do.

Maybe she can ask Amanda for a favor this time around?

She’s actually shown some of her closest friends her video logs, and they all had sent kind messages to Akko’s new friend, who in turn, felt worlds and worlds happier.

Akko feels happy as well.

Diana’s joy is contagious. It shows through her expressive music that gives away the feelings her face doesn’t show.

Speaking of Diana’s face... she still hasn’t agreed on showing her face on camera. Akko supposes it’s still too early. Maybe before she leaves? Oh Akko hopes so. She wants to have something to look at physically to remember Diana by. Not that she’d ever forget.

Still, a little memory help never hurt anyone.

Diana’s turn comes in smoothly through the wall, Akko unable to keep her smile from forming.

She’s going to miss this. The playing; the sometimes awkward, but unconventionally amazing duets; the letters shoved underneath door; and the very rare hallway meet-up where Akko can only smile at Diana as they exchange a literal word or two.

Akko reminisces.

The past... two months now, have been amazing. Incredible. Life-changing. Akko wonders what the future has in store for them both after they part.

Maybe they could meet again. Someday. Somehow. Somewhere.

Akko knows she’ll keep playing still. At the same time, on a weekend, as the sunsets. For Diana. She’s promised she’ll keep making the video logs. She’ll send them over to her so that they can still keep this music alive in some way.

//-//-//-//-//

[Day 62.

Hi, Diana. It’s me, Akko.

I... wrote you a song...? Or well, I started to... I’m not quite done yet, hihi. Got a little too ambitious and all... thought I could add some other instruments besides our- the piano... aha..haha...

When you first told me your story, I started picturing it out. A life dyed with all the colors of the spectrum. From the vivids to the grays, it was such a lovely imagery in my minds eye. A painting I could not get out of my head.

And so this song is... yeah. That.

A story.

A story about this wonderful twenty-five-year-old woman who so happened to move next door to this uninspired artist. She’d lost her mother to a stupid virus, and she’d never known her father. Her house got sold, and she had only one distant relative she knew of left.

She spends her days along in a box of white walls and empty silence. That is, until the sun decides to rest for the day, and it sends its golden rays of energy to the girl and to her piano that she thought to be her sole companion in this tragedy.

She plays her favorite songs, filling the emptiness with her own emotions; making the intangible manifest itself and cause a dumb girl next door to one day slip a scratch of paper underneath her door, asking for a song.

A note with a request... and with a message that she’d heard her feelings- her loneliness; and that she’d never let her be alone anymore.

And that’s how they became friends, huh, Diana?

Two pianos, Two people, and a wall that keeps them apart.

They didn’t know who was playing on the other side. But did it matter?

In this dreary, blackened time of the world,

‘You can be the light of somebody else’ darkness, so keep shining.’.

Dear Diana,

In case my playing isn’t as emotionally expressive as yours, I hope you at least know this now. Through this video.

That you were, and are... my light.

-Akko.

P.S. I hope I finish the song and give it to you before you leave.]

//-//-//-//-//

She feels herself hyperventilating, her vision bleary. She can barely stand. She feels like vomiting, and dying, and screaming all at once.

Her anxieties run rampant all over the room.

If this keeps up, she may as well hurt herself beyond help.

She trudges over to the one thing that could ground her at the moment.

The piano.

Her hands are shaky as they do multiple attempts to turn on the keyboard, hitting the wrong buttons and turning the volume knob up too loud that when Akko accidentally leans against the keyboard, hand pressing down on many keys, the sound almost blows up her eardrums.

She curses, smashing a hand against those same keys, the cluster of notes echoing through her apartment walls.

“aaaaAAAAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”

She allows the scream to tear out of her throat; emotions, wild horses finally released into the open.

“AGH! AGGHHHH!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH”

She falls face first onto the keys, now ignoring the loudness of their noise, momentarily thinking it would be better to allow her ears to bleed out so she’d never hear a thing again.

She wants something, anything, to drown out the pain she feels right now.

...

She sobs against the keys, head lifting as she apologizes to her piano, wiping off the tears that are quickly replaced by fresh ones.

Akko gives up and plays a note. Then two.

Then she’s playing ‘you’ll be in my heart’ and she’s crying more.

She lets herself cry as she plays.

Today, she was supposed to see Diana off. She had left a final note the day before yesterday, asking if she could do so. Help Diana carry her things, maybe swap numbers, and just... maybe keep this connection going for years to come.

Last night, she’d said good night at Diana’s door.

The girl gave her the sweetest smile, an almost unnoticeable blush on her features.

Oh, but Akko noticed anyway.

Of course, she would. With how shamelessly she stared at Diana at that moment.

Diana laughed, stepping closer and patted Akko on the cheek- kissed her there- before turning about to shut the door, along with the lights Akko saw go off from underneath it.

She was excited for the morning.

But when morning came... Diana was gone.

Akko had been thrown into confusion and a frantic state that she’d bolted all around, searching for signs or a left behind message.

Nothing.

She had then run down to ask the land lady, and that’s where she’d found out.

The heart disease Diana’s mother had was hereditary.

Diana had had an attack, and with an emergency alerting device, she’d been able to contact her only family, and had been taken to the hospital.

That was good.

That gave Akko relief and joy.

...so why is she despairing now?

...She didn’t know.

No, not the reason for her despair. She knows that.

The reason she was in this state is because she didn’t know.

She didn’t know what had happened.

She didn’t know Diana had suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night.

She didn’t know where she was, or where whoever took her.

She didn’t know that Diana had that heart disease too.

She didn’t know because she never got to ask.

She never got to learn more, know more.

... Did she not know Diana then?

Her mind taunts her, her heart hurts her.

She doesn’t know a lot about Diana. Not as much as she thinks.

That’s what they tell her.

For all the emotions they’d exchanged through music, that was the extent of it. Had Akko been too presumptuous in thinking she’d known Diana so deeply because of what they’d shared?

When in reality she may as well be a random stranger playing her show tunes and disturbing her neighbors.

Akko almost believes it.

But no... no. She can’t do that. She can’t assume those things. Not about their connection. Not about Diana.

Because Diana had told her once upon a song that she- that Akko had been her light. Her comfort. Akko believes in Diana. So she believes these feelings as well.

Yet these feelings of her own were so conflicting, so daunting. They battle in her mind, questioning and justifying every little thing. All things relating to Diana. Diana and... Diana.

Akko coughs out a few more sobs, throat incredibly dry.

She stops playing for a moment, dragging herself to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Then she goes back to the piano.

She... doesn’t feel like playing again.

What should she play anyway?

What song does she want to play? What song... Song... Song... Diana... What was Diana’s favorite song?

Diana? Song? A song for Diana? A song about-

Akko falls off her piano bench as she scrambles for her coffee table, sighing in relief as the papers for her composition are still there.

With shaky hands, she takes the sheets and a pencil and brings them over to the piano.

And she writes a few notes, then a few bars.

Diana.

Who is Diana.

What does Akko not know about her. Her other struggles? Her sickness? Her trials and her fears? Her past?

That melody... sounded too sad for a parting gift. Akko doesn’t want Diana to feel more sorrow when she moves out...

Then....

What does Akko know? About Diana?

“Diana is...”

Expressive, emotional.

Diana is intelligent, an intellectual.

Diana is sincere and sweet.

Diana is talented and tasteful in music.

Diana is... her neighbor, her... new friend,

....Akko’s... what?

What was she to Akko?

“You are my light.”

-Akko ends up writing as a title.

But that’s a little too embarrassing to give to someone who was just your neighbor and a new friend... right?

And maybe it didn’t exactly represent the whole thing Akko had written.

So she erases it, biting her pencil as she tries to come up with a new name, a new caption for this creation.

What could it be. That describes Diana in her entirety; her life, her struggles, her joys.

Who is she? Who is Akko’s neighbor?

Akko scratches her head in frustration, wracking her brains even more.

With a sigh, she replies to herself aloud, the simplest, somewhat plain, and stupidly obvious answer.

“Well, she’s Diana.”

And it clicks.

That she is.

She is Diana.

And Akko throws on a jacket, a mask, and some shoes and thinks no more.

//-//-//-//-//

[Dear Diana,

I know very little about you

But you’ve changed my life.

Really you have.

You gave me back my passion, and a little bit more of that even. Maybe aroused a new passion within me.

I’d say, “You’ll be in my heart”, but that sounds too much of a farewell, to be honest.

And I’d rather not say goodbye just yet.

Not like this.

Music... Is a powerful thing. Despite the rampaging emotions I’d felt as I found out what had happened to you today, I- I kept playing. It grounded me. It helped me.

Diana, you once told me I was your light.

And you know I’ve told you already. That you’ve been MINE.

Diana. This video might look incredibly shaky and chaotic.

But please forgive me for that, and know that it is because I’m running with all my might to find out where you are. I got a hint for the hospital you might have been taken too.

It kinda seems like I’m a stalker now, huh?

I’m sorry. I just... I-

I can’t say goodbye to you....

Not just yet...

I still... have a song for you.

So... wait for me?”]

//-//-//-//-//

Eyes blink, bright white melting into color. They scan the room, looking for hints to identify her location.

Her body aches, her chest hurts. Her throat is parched. Her head is throbbing.

What is that annoying beeping sound-

Ah. Of course.

The hospital.

Again.

She hates it. She hates the smell of antiseptic and sterile sheets. She hates the taste of badly prepared hospital meals, and too-dry food.

The water has this strange quality to it when you’re in the hospital.

She knows this well.

She hates that she does.

She sighs, sinking into her pillows. At least those are comfortable.

Ugh.

What bad timing, really. For an attack.

She was supposed to move out today. She was supposed to meet with her aunt- who actually has probably met up with her by now, seeing as Diana is in a hospital and her usual alert device seems to be charging within reach beside her. Also she sees Daryl’s purse on the seat.

Maybe the woman had gone out temporarily for something important.

That was fine.

It just meant Diana was left alone again. If only for a short while.

...Alone, huh.

These past two months, she hadn’t been that.

All because of one girl, one Atsuko Kagari that she’d met by chance through a piano and through a wall. The sound quite literally carrying over through a wall.

Diana can’t believe she used to be so skeptical of thin-walled living spaces, wondering how people kept their privacy.

Now, however, she feels blessed that that was the case.

Else she’d never have met... her light.

That’s right.

When everything, her vision, her hopes, her heart had steadily been dying out, through her dim came a glow. That glow was the connection she’d found through her neighbor across a wall.

It had surprised her the first time she realized someone was playing alongside her one sunset session, months ago. She would have thought it creepy had the person’s music been any less captivating.

There were just so many colors in the music, there was just so much warmth. It sounded a little rough, a few hinges rusty at first; but it came along after a few pseudo duets, and then Diana had found these duets to be a staple in her life.

Then she met Akko for the first time, and more warmth and color came into her life.

Diana found herself enjoying the musical conversations they had, intrigued by thoughts that they were actually able to communicate in that way and understand one another to that extent, no words attached.

And she enjoyed these nonverbal bonding moments.

But when they actually wrote to one another, or when they’d have their short greetings when they’d meet up in the hall, Diana found herself wanting to draw even closer, to get to know Akko even more.

And when Akko asked if she could do the same, Diana had found it so easy to open up.

She’d loved to know even more about the girl.

But how would she do it now?

They didn’t have the chance to exchange numbers, and Diana was probably moving as soon as she left the hospital. Her things were already being shipped to her new home, after all. There wasn’t much reason to return to her apartment, really.

“Idiot. Stupid, Diana. Not asking her sooner. What are you supposed to do no-”

Two knocks on her door.

It doesn’t open right away. It doesn’t seem to open at all.

Diana deduces it’s not a doctor or nurse then. And it might not be Daryl either because the woman would have already called the attending nurse to open the door already.

So then, who could it be?

Diana tries not to let her mind wander and get her hopes up, because there is no way- just no way- it’s who she hopes it will be.

The door opens, and her breath is unexpectedly bated- and she releases it, seeing it’s just the janitor.

Trying not to let disappointment leak into her tone, she greets him a good mor-

“I’m glad... I was right.... hah... hah... You’re here... Diana.”

And Diana really shouldn’t just assume things such as being wrong, and that maybe her neighbor was a creep two months back.

Because now her neighbor, all frazzled, sweaty, and out of breath, is right there in front of her, a bunch of papers crumpled in one hand as the other is held over her heart, trying to calm herself.

“You... hah... didn’t let m-me... Sa-ha-y goodbye... so... you’re not allowed... to leave me waiting in silence and never respond...” Akko huffs. “There’s no more wall preventing you from using words now.”

Her breathing finally slows, and she manages to look up.

“I still have a song for you, after all.”

Diana doesn’t realize, nor does she feel the tears flowing down her face.

Akko doesn’t either.

“L-Let me know what you think... It’s my first song and all...” She becomes this shy blushing school girl as she approaches Diana’s bedside, awkwardly handing over the worn pieces of paper, all wrinkled up from whatever adventure Akko had been on prior to arriving here. “... then maybe we could play a duet again or something...”

She mumbles it so quietly Diana almost didn’t catch it.

She smiles.

She doesn’t think about the reality that was supposed to occur today had she not been taken to the hospital.

Virtual duets aren’t really her thing. She much prefers hearing sound in person, in real-time. She prefers the ability to adapt and adjust to play alongside someone; to feel expression and emotion first hand; to experience a duet in full.

So it’s a simple reply that she has ready, along with a smile on her face as she takes Akko’s hand in hers.

“I’d love that.”

//-//-//-//-//

Diana has told her many times that it’s thanks to her that she was able to recover as quickly as she did, and be out of the hospital in only a week.

Akko sheepishly denies that every time.

They’re both just glad things seem to settle to be alright now.

Diana leans her head against Akko’s shoulder as they share a pair of earphones, listening to the composition play on the latter’s laptop.

“I love it.”

“I know. You’ve told me that the past 4 months, everyday.”

“And I will continue to.”

Akko tries her best to hide the smile that had grown on her face, but it’s impossible. It comes out in laughs and a few soft tears, and she rubs her head against Diana’s.

“You have all the time to, it seems.”

“Yes, and I won’t waste it.” Diana quips, turning her head up to look at Akko with the tenderest of smiles. “Care to play?”

Akko simply smiles, before wrapping Diana up in a hug so deep, and warm, and tender. Without a word, she stands them both up, walking them over to two keyboards now positioned side-by-side.

They take seat. With eyes meeting, and a small nod, they begin.

They don’t need words to figure out the rhythm they’ll fall into, or what they should do, or who plays what part for today.

Akko’s colors seep out, her warmth embedded in her music. Diana’s expressive emotions tell Akko all she needs to know, and they play in harmony.

Together, they tell a story.

A story that began with a sunset and a few familiar notes from a piano.

A story about its music and what lay beyond a wall.

A story once called, “Diana”.

Now,

“Diana and Akko”.

A/N: .... Hrmmm... I didn’t like how i ended it, tbh,,, hahaha. I just... lost my thought process now. I’m tired and lost.

Anyway.

Based off this story

The follow-up to this won’t be now, or anytime too soon. Or tbh, I could just end it like this. But there’s this ache in my heart that wants to know what happens next as well. Or more things such as how Diana ended up staying. But well,

...who knows.

Bye for now.

~Shintori Khazumi

#diakko #dianakko #lwa #Little Witch Academia #diana bday fic #sorry it's sloppy #fanfic #diana cavendish #kagari atsuko

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gingrrfrog · 4 years

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the most beautiful thing

“have I told you lately that I’m grateful you’re mine?”

summary: the story of the beginning of forever

word count: 7.5k

pairing: jaehyun x jihyun (oc)

warnings: fluff, smut

a/n: u guys know the drill hehe, original story here :]

After being together for more than ten years, surprising a partner for their birthday doesn’t come without difficulty. Jaehyun remembered having headaches the days leading up to Jihyun’s birthday from trying to plan something special. Meanwhile, Jihyun lost sleep over what to perform for Jaehyun’s birthday.

It should be said that it wasn’t fair to her that Jaehyun didn’t expect anything for his birthday. He always told Jihyun not to waste her time considering they were both too busy to participate in anything usually, and while it was true, that didn’t mean Jihyun didn’t want to prepare any less. The truth was, the restaurant was always packed with customers on Valentine’s day even months before starting this past December. The only difference this Valentine’s day was that this was the year she was going to prove Jaehyun wrong and use this opportunity to prepare a surprise for her hardworking boyfriend.

The goal of the surprise was not only to spoil Jaehyun, but to also prove that she was good at being other things-- other things that included a title that rhymed with entree.

On the morning of Valentine’s day, Jihyun woke up early to sneak her way downstairs to prepare the cake she had bought the night before. Today was the only day she was going to spoil him with sweets before breakfast.

She shoved a candle through the pastry and made her way back up the stairs to their bedroom where Jaehyun was sleeping peacefully, squished in between two pillows. Jihyun gently pressed into him and snorted when he groaned, pushing her back into what would be on her side of the bed.

“Happy birthday to you,” she started quietly, “happy birthday to you.”

Jaehyun clenched his eyes and used his palms to rub at his eyelids before opening them to make eye contact with a slice of cake, “happy birthday dear Jaehyunnie.”

“Happy birthday to you,” Jihyun smiled, kissing his forehead and smoothing hair behind his ears as he struggled to sit up. “Make a wish, baby.”

Jaehyun gave a sleepy laugh before closing his eyes once more, thinking thoroughly about his wish before opening them again to blow out his candle, “Cake for breakfast?”

“Once a year can’t hurt.”

Jaehyun shared his cake slice with Jihyun to save room for actual breakfast, which actually consisted of traditional seaweed soup. If Jaehyun looked forward towards anything for his birthday, it would always be the soup Jihyun would make for him every year.

Like every year. Jihyun apologized for not being able to celebrate Jaehyun’s birthday properly the same way they did for hers. He reassured her over and over again that it wasn’t an issue and that he would most likely go out for dinner with his brothers anyway.

Except he won’t.

Because Jihyun already made plans.

After breakfast, the couple washed dishes while they took turns showering. Jihyun was the first to leave that morning, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek while he hastily toweled his hair. She reassured him that she would call him later during her short breaks if he wasn’t busy, to which Jaehyun replied with a hum and a sweet kiss before she left.

Jaehyun peaked out of the bathroom before he ran back into their bedroom, lifting the mattress topper and removing a small white box from the inside, sighing in relief when he saw the engagement ring still in place, safe from Jihyun’s curious eye.

Was it cliche to propose on Valentine’s day of all days? Of course it was, but if Jaehyun knew anything about Jihyun, it was that she was weak for cliches. That reason alone is why he constructed his own surprise dinner for when she came back home after work. He would have to leave work early himself to get the necessary groceries for what he had planned, but Jihyun surely wouldn’t come home until late tonight considering the date.

He snickered to himself at the idea of his plan and placed the ring in his front pocket, patting it gently to make sure it was safe before he left for work himself.

Later on in the day, after about four hours of strenuous work without a break, Jihyun finally managed to fight through the dreaded lunch rush, locking the front door and switching the sign to closed for lunch as her workers piled around for their lunch break.

Taeyong was the first to collapse in the nearest booth, huffing and propping his leg on a nearby chair while two other waitresses sat in the same booth, one putting her head on the table.

“If I see one more engagement proposal I’m going to jump off the roof,” one cried, her voice muffled against the table.

Jihyun laughed in response, hanging her apron up as she packed her things nicely in her bag.

“You’re not eating with us today, Chef? Another waitress asked, watching as Jihyun slung her purse over her shoulder.

Jihyun smiled and shook her head, “Not today.”

Taeyong grinned and nudged the waitress next to him with his elbow, “don’t you know? It’s Yuno’s birthday today.”

The waitress sighed and squished her face in between her hands, “oh yeah, I guess we should expect an announcement tonight too.”

“You need at least two weeks for a pregnancy announcement,” Taeyong snorted, dodging Jihyun’s pen as she cursed at him.

“I’m not getting pregnant!”

“So you’re not practicing?”

Jihyun narrowed her eyes and dashed over to choke her best friend until a line cook came around and spun her towards the door, a smile wide on his face as he patted her shoulder, “have fun, Chef Jihyun! We’ll be here waiting for either announcement and we’ll be happy to hear both!”

“I’m not--!”

“Have a good day!”

“But--!” Jihyun huffed as the line cook locked the door behind her again, waving with a dopey grin on his face before he walked off, leading Jihyun to roll her eyes a dn give a small laugh, waving to her workers in the window as she walked to her car, enjoying her newfound freedom. It had been a while since she last left work before the sun was down so she took the time to relish in the sunlight despite the bleary clouds it hid under.

There were a few spots she wanted to hit before she went home to cook Jaehyun his birthday dinner. The first spot would be near where her boyfriend worked, an underdeveloped area that was mostly construction and abandoned buildings, parking at a near garage before locking her car next to the only few expensive cars in the lot, ones that she recognized as Yuta’s black Portofino Ferrari and Mark’s stark white Range Rover.

Huh, she thought to herself. It wasn’t unusual to see them around town knowing that this was their main workplace, but to see both of them in broad daylight was a little surprising to her. She shook her head and continued to walk out of the parking garage with the same confidence as one of her boyfriend’s members would have, knowing that no one would dare pull her to the side or try anything suspicious--not anyone who knew who she was at least.

She was lucky enough to find people who didn’t know who she was today, however, as she passed by measly looking workers sitting outside on worn out lawn chairs, staring at Jihyun up and down with a sly look to her face.

Jihyun almost wished they said something. If there was something her restaurant employees didn’t know is that she loved power of any kind, so if there was someone that needed a lesson to be taught, she would happily be the cause of said reason. Jaehyun admitted that it scared it sometimes, but that it also undeniably turned him on. Jihyun grinned when she heard the whistle come behind her.

“Goodmorning, Miss!”

Jihyun kept walking, luring them closer to Mark’s looming figure in the background. She felt a hand on her shoulder as she removed her sunglasses, her face calm as she stared at the hand before looking at the person in front of her.

“Are you lost, Miss?”

“I don’t believe so,” she replied, gently shaking the hand off her shoulder and pressing her sunglasses back on her face. “Have a good day.”

“Are you looking for someone? I bet I can help you.”

“I don’t need your help. Thank you.” Jihyun smiled, continuing to walk towards her destination until she felt a hand on her again, this time on her forearm.

“Are you coming to see your boyfriend or something?”

“No, I’m here to see a friend.”

“You’ve got friends around these parts?”

“Don’t you think you’re asking too many questions?” Jihyun continued, looking the worker up and down.

“I’m just surprised to see a pretty, little--”

“Jihyun noona!” Mark called out, jogging towards her with a bright smile before he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “What are you doing here?!”

Mark paused when he saw her forearm being held, his eyebrows furrowing before he shoved the man in front of him, “do you have any idea who you’re grabbing right now?”

“Mark. it’s okay--” Jihyun almost wanted to pout. She didn’t get to play much longer.

“No it’s not,” Mark growled. “Just wait til I tell Jaehyun hyung about this-”

She clicked her tongue. No more fun if Jaehyun was finding out. “I promise it’s fine! Please don’t tell him, I’m here for a surprise anyway. It’ll ruin it if you tell him.”

“I didn’t mean anything! I’m sorry! I just thought she was lost--!”

“Shut up,” Mark rolled his eyes. “Do you think you can just call out for the boss' girlfriend like that?”

Jihyun scrunched her nose, “I’m more than that.”

“Right, sorry. Kim Jinho’s only daughter.”

Still belittling her to a man’s relative but at least he was trying. Jihyun patted his shoulder and leaned against it, “take care of it however you would like, Minhyung. I’m going inside to see Hera, but don’t tell Jaehyun. Tell him tomorrow.”

Jihyun thanked him quietly before waving towards the man in front of her with a smile, his eyes wide in fear. Surely nothing would happen to him, Mark was much kinder than her boyfriend when it came to occurrences like these. Jihyun could imagine the endless possibilities if it was Jaehyun, but Mark would surely only smack him a few times as a warning just to scare him.

Unless he was in a bad mood, then, Jihyun assumed, it would be a lot worse.

Jihyun entered a building without another peep from another gangster, all of them averting their gaze as the two at the door held the door open for her. She smiled a greeting before stepping inside and towards the elevator, watching the numbers on the screen rise as she reached the seventh level, stepping outside and walking down the hallway and stopping at the store front.

Sex shops were not unheard of in Seoul, but God forbid you were seen stepping inside one, or worse, working at one.

Hera, despite her degree in business administration, worked at one of these said sex shops. Even worse than that, she owned the place, becoming one of the biggest, best kept secrets of her own. From dildos, fuck machines to actual prostitutes for hire, Hera quickly became enraveled in the world of illegitemacy thanks to her quick affair with one Nakamoto Yuta who jump started her career.

Despite their relationship being cut short, it didn’t stop the other man from visiting to quickly relieve pent up stress, which appeared to be the case today considering a part-timer was at the register instead of her friend. Yuta’s car being in the garage suddenly made sense to her now.

“May I see your ID?” The girl at the register said.

Jihyun snorted as her ego inflated. It was good to know she still looked young despite her twenty-seventh birthday being around the corner.

As the presumed college student checked her ID, Jihyun looked around for her friend, receiving her ID with a smile and placing it back in her wallet.

“Is Hera around?”

“Um, I think she’s at the motel a floor above us.”

“Working or working it?” Jihyun grinned. She laughed upon watching the cashier blush. It was endearing, blushing about sex while you work in a shop chock full of it everywhere.

“She was with Mr. Yuta if that means anything.”

Jihyun clicked her tongue, her manicured fingernails tapping against the desk, “that could mean either one.”

“They left about an hour ago. Miss Hera said she wouldn’t be gone more than that.”

Finally, Jihyun smiled and nodded, quickly glancing at her name tag, “thank you either way, Hyoju. I’m going to look around! Let her know that I’m here when she comes back.”

Hyoju nodded and went back to looking at her phone, presumably to send said message to her boss.

Jihyun took her time looking around for her items. Nothing too terrifying save for the shibari rope and a few different balms she was curious about using. Jihyun shuddered at the thought, a small grin playing on her face.

“Do I want to know?” A familiar voice said behind her.

Jihyun turned her head around to give a knowing look to her friend, whose appearance is slightly more messy than usually. Jihyun rolled her eyes and embraced her friend with a small side hug, “Yuta oppa treating you well?”

“Best oral giver in all of Seoul,” she grinned.

“I’d like to argue,” Jihyun smiled, pushing Hera’s shoulder with her own.

“You and I both know I have no way of testing that,” Hera snickered. “What brings you here? Looking for something new?”

“Kind of. I was looking up some different things. Jaehyun liked tying me up a while ago, so I might just do that. I feel like it’s kind of boring.”

“You know he would bust just looking at you, right?”

Jihyun snorted, “I guess. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to try something fun.”

“Have you ever thought of tying him up?”

The thought has crossed her mind, but there was no way he would let her, not without telling him beforehand at least. Jihyun grimaced and tilted her head to the side pensively, “I don’t know...Yuno doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Are you kidding? Guys love having their hands tied up, just take a step further once you’ve done that, he won’t even get the chance to say anything.” Hera glanced inside of her basket and grinned, “those nipple balms by the way? I heard they work magic on the balls.”

Jihyun bit her lip and shifted her weight on her left leg, hating that she twitched at the thought. Hera noticed that she still wasn’t convinced, pulling her towards the vibrator section and picking out a small pill, winking at her friend as she placed it in her basket.

“It’s cliche, I know, but it’s remote powered. You’d be the one in control.”

“What if he doesn’t like it?”

Hera shook her head, “he’ll love it because he’s doing it with you, Gigi. You might want to draw the curtains in though.”

“Can’t imagine Jaehyun wanting people to see him a point of vulnerability,” Hera said after dropping her voice a few decibels to a small whisper. “But, he can be vulnerable, for you.”

Fuck Hera and her salemanship, who knows what would’ve became of her had she chosen an office salesmen job. Jihyun narrowed her eyes regardless, holding her basket close to her chest, “why do I get the feeling that you’re just trying to make buy things?”

“Because I am, duh. I’m a store owner,” Hera smiled. “But, I also want my best friend to have fun.”

Jihyun rolled her eyes, “fine. I’ll take it.”

“Nice!” Hera cheered, pulling her towards the register, “I’ll ring you out myself!”

With discreet bags, Jihyun left Hera’s store with a pep talk and a slap to her butt, causing her to yelp and rub her backside as she entered the elevator. She passed by the lowly gangster on her way back, a black eye and a busted lip with his eyes downcast when he saw her walking past. She smiled a greeting before she continued to pass by him, noticing that both Mark and Yuta’s cars were gone from beside her own.

When she arrived home, she quickly walked up the stairs and shoved the bags under their bed. Once she finished, she looked at the clock and panicked when she realized Jaehyun would be home in four more hours, running into the bathroom and yanking off her work clothes as quickly as she could in order to shower.

After shaving and hastily drying her hair, she prepared her skin for makeup, opting for a soft brown look as she pulled on the lingerie set she bought earlier this week. Pulling on her pink slip dress right after, she worked on her hair, rolling it into loose waves before she cursed at the time.

Now she only had two hours til Jaehyun came home.

Cooking dinner shouldn’t take that long considering Jihyun had prepared her mise en place earlier this morning, but she would’ve felt more comfortable having more time to prepare his other presents that were upstairs. Regardless of her nerves, she found her rhythm in the kitchen, effortlessly chopping, slicing, and cooking their meal until she finished an hour and a half later, giving her at least thirty minutes to set the mood with candle lighting and a few records Jaehyun kept in their living room. Just as she was going upstairs to prepare a few last minute things, she heard the front door open and close, a yawn resonating through the room while Jihyun smiled at his humming.

“What the fuck?” She heard him say to himself, confused to smell food until he walked into the kitchen with his eyes widened as soon as he made eye contact with Jihyun.

“Surprise,” she said quietly, raising her hands in the air as Jaehyun gave a shocked laugh. “Happy birthday again.”

Jaehyun shook his head, “I thought you were at work!”

“I left after lunch. I wanted to spend your birthday together because it’s been too long since we last did.”

Jaehyun gave a dopey smile, his dimples in full display as he pulled her in for an embrace, pecking her sweetly as Jihyun wiped lipgloss off his lips, “thank you.”

“Of course, baby.”

“This isn’t fair though,” Jaehyun pouted, “I was going to surprise you for Valentine’s day.”

“Oh? With what?”

“Dinner,” he snorted. “Maybe a bath.”

“Well,” Jihyun’s arms snaked around his neck, “maybe we can take a bath after I give you my present.”

Jaehyun grinned, his hands moving down her waist and resting on the small of her back, “something tells me that dinner isn’t my present.”

“You would be correct,” she beamed, pulling him in for another kiss before taking his hand and leading him towards the dining room table.

Dinner was eaten in a relatively quiet manner, though comfortable as the couple’s hands were clasped together--Jaehyun’s thumb running over her knuckles every so often as Jihyun kissed his. They let dishes soak for the night after they finished eating, opting to join each other for a dance in the living room.

Jihyun rested her head against his chest as they swayed back and forth, smiling to herself at Jaehyun’s gentle humming. His hand was holding her own on his heart, as if to give a silent reminder that it belonged to her, and that it always will. She couldn’t think of a more perfect moment, forgetting all about the other gift she had planned as all she wanted to do was be closer and closer to the man she loved, the love of her life.

Jihyun pulled away just slightly to kiss her boyfriend gingerly, the latter leaning in to receive the kiss with a small smile.

“I love you,” he said against her lips. Jaehyun pulled away momentarily just to say it again, “I love you, Kim Jihyun.”

“I love you, Jung Jaehyun,” she returned, her fingers resting on his cheek.

“Thank you for today. It means the world to me.”

Jihyun giggled, “it was just dinner, baby. We always have dinner together.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less grateful. I bet you were swamped at work today, but you still came home and did all of this for me for my birthday.”

“I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you, that’s all.”

Jihyun closed the gap in between their faces as they shared another sweet kiss. Jaehyun sighed and pulled her close, almost feeling frustrated that they couldn’t be any closer as he fell back on the couch. Jihyun smiled and settled herself on his lap, their sweet, gentle kiss turning into one with more passion as the seconds passed.

Jaehyun groaned and pulled away, confusing Jihyun as he dug in his pockets, “--I can’t.”

“Huh?”

“I was going to wait for a better setting than our couch, but I really can’t hold it in.”

Jihyun furrowed her eyebrows as she watched the man in front of her retrieve a small box from his pocket, her eyes widening instantly, “Yuno?”

Her breathing caught in her throat as he opened it to reveal a large diamond ring that sparkled in the dim candle lighting.

“I love you, I really love you, Gigi. I can’t wait another day, another hour, minute, second without telling you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Jaehyun swallowed and began to feel his ears heat up, Jihyun caressing them as he continued. “I love you. I love you more everyday and I’ll love you more every day after that.”

“Marry me, Jihyun,” he said gently. “Won’t you marry me, baby?”

“Of course, I want nothing more,” she smiled, pressing her lips against his, “yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”

Jaehyun beamed, a smile so bright that it lit up the dark room as he slid the ring down her finger before kissing the ring, “perfect. Just like you.”

The couple reconnect their embrace quickly, kissing the other feverishly before Jihyun pulled away first, caressing the sides of his face as she kissed the very tip of his nose.

“Come upstairs with me.”

Jaehyun swallowed and felt his heart pound in his chest. After all these years, she still made him undeniably nervous. “Is it time for my second present?”

Jihyun nodded and bit her lip to contain her smile, failing as she giggled while they stumbled up the stairs, unable to keep their hands off the other as Jihyun squealed when Jaehyun ultimately picked her up in the end, throwing her over his shoulder before throwing her on top the bed.

Jihyun was breathless with laughter, her smile wide as she pulled Jaehyun on top of her, her legs fastening around his hips as she kissed him. Jaehyun pecked her lips before he began to undo his tie, throwing the spare fabric to the side before Jihyun picked it up again.

She pulled away for a moment, just to push Jaehyun on his back as she nervously began to start her plan, “I...I have this...plan…”

“A plan?”

Jihyun burned upon Jaehyun scrutiny, her now fiance staring at her curiously as she moved the tie over his eyes, “is this okay?”

“Am I allowed to know the plan?”

Jihyun shook her head, cursing to herself when she realized he couldn’t see her, “um, no. But, just trust me. Promise me to keep it on and that you won’t look?”

“I...promise.” Jaehyun sounded just as apprehensive as she did, but otherwise supportive as Jihyun continued with her plan.

She supposed it wasn’t too late for her to remove it and tell him to tie her up instead of him, but she wanted to do this. She wanted to do something different. Jihyun swallowed harshly and set the rope to the side for later use, instead opting to kiss Jaehyun again, warming him up as she began to peel his clothes off layer by layer,

For the time being, Jaehyun didn’t mind the makeshift blindfold. It heightened his senses everytime Jihyun kissed him everywhere that wasn’t his mouth. He tried to keep his sounds contained for the most part, but once Jihyun grazed his length, it was impossible for him not to let out a small gasp. It was embarrassing but not as embarrassing as his dick twitching when Jihyun kissed his forehead.

God, he thought to himself. What is wrong with me?

“Do you trust me?” Jihyun asked in his ear, her breath leaving goosebumps on the skin surrounding. She punctuated her question with a small squeeze to his length, a groan passing his lips.

“Yes,” he said quickly. He would’ve said fuck yes, but he didn’t want to sound any more desperate than he already was.

“I kind of...want to try something, but I’m only going to do it if you’re okay with it,” she explained with kisses to his chest. “Tell me your colors, please baby?”

Jaehyun burned under the blindfold, his ears surely a violent pink as he opened his mouth, “um, green is keep going...red is stop?”

“Perfect,” she cooed, kissing his collarbone. “I’m going to add one more, okay?”

Jaehyun nodded, groaning when he felt her hands on his bare length this time, pumping him earnestly. He took shaky breaths as he felt Jihyun’s lips next to his ear again, kissing the tip of said ear before she said her next instructions, “whenever you’re about to cum, can you say pink for me, Jaehyunnie?”

Jaehyun tilted his head back, breathlessly saying, “pink.”

Jaehyun felt himself being pulled up and a weight on his lap, Jihyun kissing him sweetly as she hugged him tightly. Jaehyun felt that she was still clothed under him, slightly pouting as he bundled up her dress in his hands so as to remove it.

“You’re so cute,” she hummed against his lips. “You’re so good for me, baby, I love you so so much.”

Jaehyun didn’t know what was going on for him to deserve this much praise, but he had no idea up until now how much he loved it. He wanted to hear more, moving his hands to her pert bottom, taking handfuls as he moved the dress up to grab handfuls of it.

“Hold on,” she kissed him quickly, pulling away despite his groan.

“Where are you going?” He whined, moving his hands towards the blindfold in attempts to remove it before he felt his hands being held by her.

“You said you would keep it on,” she whined next. Jaehyun wanted to roll his eyes, he could see her pout.

“Fine fine,” he sighed. Her hands left his own as he felt something soft being bound around his wrists, his eyes widening behind the blindfold as he realized what was going on. His dick only got harder upon realizing that she was tying him up, but that it wasn’t stopping there.

Jihyun tried her best to make sure she hid her shaky hands, cursing silently to herself when the knot wouldn’t tighten the way she wanted. It took a few tries, but she managed to tie his hands together so that they were resting behind his back.

“Are you okay?” She asked timidly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“More than okay,” he smiled. “A little...embarrassing.”

“Now you know how I felt,” she teased, kissing his Adam’s apple.

“Maybe I’ll be a little more considerate next time.”

Jihyun scoffed, “maybe?”

She took just the smallest bit of balm on her finger, taking Jaehyun’s length in her hands again and pressing the balm just slightly on the underside of his balls, watching him jolt with a smile on her face.

“Fuck!” Jaehyun groaned, his exclamations cut off by another moan as the balm sent a warm tingle throughout his length.

Lastly, before Jihyun decided to remove the blindfold, came the ties around his member. Jihyun used a softer rope for this, watching Jaehyun squirm as she wrapped the rope around the underside before tying it off. She admired the color of it before she continued, her fingers just barely dipping into the tip.

“This isn’t fair,” he pouted, wriggling against his restraints. “I want to see you, I need to see you, baby.”

“Be patient, Yuno,” she cooed, pushing the straps of her dress down her shoulders and kicking it to the side of the chair. She began to open the vibrator in her hands, already having the app downloaded in advance before she quickly calibrated it.

Jihyun slowly inserted the vibrator inside of her, sighing quietly as she turned it on to a slight hum, just barely against her g spot before she moved over to Jaehyun again to remove his blindfold.

Jaehyun blinked at the sudden light and swallowed upon seeing her pale pink set, Jihyun showcasing the lingerie as his dick twitched again in it’s restraints, “oh my god.”

“Am I pretty?” She asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“Pretty is an understatement...a severe one.”

Jaehyun’s eyes wander down to the sound of a small buzzing, blinking as Jihyun sat in front of him, moving her underwear on the side to reveal the vibrator inside of her, buzzing gently on the command from her phone.

“What’s…?”

“I went to go see Hera, and she told me to get this cute little vibrator, apparently I can control it with an app…” Jihyun opened the said app, raising the intensity slightly and gasping. “I’d let you control it but...you don’t have any free hands.”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes, “you’re evil. A demon.”

Jihyun laughed as she peeled off her underwear to give him a clear view, the intensity on the tiny pill getting higher as her finger slipped. She moaned out, her toes curling as she quickly turned it down, catching her breath as she watched Jaehyun all but drool.

“Untie me,” he ordered. Jihyun grinned and shook her head.

“No.”

“I think you should untie me.”

“I think,” Jihyun moved towards the head of his length, taking the tip in between her lips to give it a wet kiss, “you’re talking too much.”

Jaehyun was just beginning to feel the implications of the bondage on his member as Jihyun passed her lips past the tip of his length and inching towards the end, moaning loudly as the vibrations from her mouth sent shivers down his spine. He groaned and cursed without remorse, his hips thrusting into her mouth as she pressed him down, pulling away with a wet pop and she clicked her tongue.

“I hope you’re not forgetting your colors, baby,” she patronized, pressing wet kisses to his taut balls.

“Fuck you,” he groaned. Jihyun grinned and took his cock in her mouth in one fell swoop, gagging slightly as her throat tightened around his length, Jaehyun’s head thrown back as he swore. “Fuck, Jihyun, baby--”

“Am I doing good?”

“So good, so fucking good--” He frowned when she pulled away, watching her face constrict before he realized the vibrator was at it’s highest setting again. Jihyun sat up and on his lap, her hands resting on his stomach as she rubbed herself against his thigh, leaving a small wet spot as she clawed at the skin.

“Fuck, Jaehyun, holy shit--”

Jaehyun flexed his thigh and watched her rub against him with a sly smirk, Jihyun falling against his chest as she finally orgasmed, breathing heavily as the toy continued to hum inside of her. Jaehyun’s eyes fixated on her phone that was just in perfect reach of his foot, taking advantage of his fiancee taking a breather to use his free appendage to set the vibrator on it’s highest level again, watching Jihyun gasp as she again grabbed his waist.

“What are you--?!” Jihyun reached for the phone but jumped when Jaehyun kicked it nearly across the room, ready to release an indignant reaction before he trapped her in between his legs, another violent orgasm on it’s way as she was being overstimulated.

“Get off!” She begged, her hands clawing at his legs as her oversensitivity spiked. “Jaehyun, I can’t--I can’t--”

Jihyun whimpered and cried, sniveling against his stomach as she came again, her toes curling as Jaehyun finally released his hold on her, a grin on his lips as Jihyun glared at the man in front of her. She pulled the vibrator out from inside of her, whimpering slightly.

“Sorry,” he smiled.

Jihyun ignored him as she searched for the tie again, silently fuming as she searched far and wide. Jaehyun pouted and nudged her with his knee, “I said I was sorry.”

“Shut up.”

Jaehyun pressed his lips together and he followed his orders, pouting again when he was embraced by darkness once again, the tie being wrapped around his eyes. He felt her hover over him again, his upper teeth meeting his bottom lip.

“Gigi--”

Jihyun held his jaw closed, her lips ghosting over his lips once more, “what part of shut the fuck up don’t you understand?”

Jaehyun swallowed. If he wasn’t hard before he definitely was now.

“I try and do something nice,” she started, her hand trailing from his jaw down to his neck before it reached behind her to grab his cock. “And yet, you always find a way to make it about yourself.”

“But--”

“Stop,” she ordered. “You don’t get to say anything, okay, baby? All you get to say are your three colors, do you understand?”

Jaehyun nodded.

“What’s your color now, Yuno?”

“Green.” The brightest green. The loudest green, whatever green will make her touch him somehow.

“You like this, don’t you?” He heard her say, “you like showing everyone you’re in charge, that you’re in control...but you like being ordered just as much as the next man.”

“I guess it helps that you’re mine,” she breathed, kissing him sweetly, “and that I have you wrapped around my finger.”

Jaehyun wouldn’t argue that. He wouldn’t be in this situation if it were false.

“You belong to me,” she reminded, taking the length in her hand and gently running her hand up and down. “Right, baby?”

Jaehyun opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it in turn to nod instead. He could hear her smile.

“Good boy, good Jaehyunnie,” Jihyun cooed. “Do you want me to fuck me, honey?”

Jaehyun nodded again, his cock painfully hard and pulsating in Jihyun’s hands as she squeezed it.

“Do you think you deserve it though?” She asked carefully, snatching her hand away from him as she completely removed herself from him. Jaehyun groaned, his hips lifting from the bed as he tried to search for her desperately. Suddenly, he heard a familiar humming, but before he could pin the noise, it was being pressed against the underside of his balls.

“Fuck, Jihyun!”

“Shh, Jaehyun. What did I say?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he moaned, his hips lifting off the bed again. “Pink, fuck, pink!”

Jihyun removed the toy from his length at the very last minute. Jaehyun took shaky deep breaths as she caressed his thighs with the toy, watching Jaehyun twitch anytime the vibrator came in close contact to his cock.

“You never answered my question, Jaehyun,” Jihyun hummed, lowering the intensity before pressing it to the tip of his cock, just barely humming against skin but enough to make the man under her writhe. “Do you think you deserve my pussy, baby?”

Jaehyun nodded fervently. Please please please, he begged internally.

“Sit up.”

He did as he was told, sitting up against the headboard as he felt something wet on his length again, presumably her mouth judging by the way it closed and the way her humming made him moan.

“I’m still thinking about it,” she said, pressing kisses into the hot skin. “I’m so wet, no thanks to you, I swear to God I thought I would squirt if you left the vibrator on any longer. Good thing you didn’t.”

Goddammit, Jaehyun thought to himself.

“But,” Jihyun caressed his cheeks as she once again, removed the blindfold from his face. What met her were blown out pupils, watching her own with wonder, with anticipation, and the most notably love, absolute, head spinning, foolish love. Jaehyun was smitten with the woman above him and there was nothing he could do about it.

Jihyun sighed, “but...I guess I can be a little forgiving.”

Jaehyun smiled widely, still not allowed to speak as he pressed his lips against her wrist, a small gesture of gratitude.

Jihyun leaned in to press her lips against his for what felt like the upteenth time, reaching behind her once again to press his length into her expectant folds, Jaehyun pulled away to moan loudly, his eyes tightened as he tilted his head back. Jihyun started slowly, her hips barely moving against his but breathing quite heavily, their lips connecting every so often for quick pecks as Jihyun gradually picked up the pace.

Jaehyun nudged his head against the bra that was barely on her anymore, using his teeth to signal for her to take it off before Jihyun got the message, a smile on her face as she reached behind her to play with the clasp, removing it and tossing it to the side before holding her fiance’s face close to her chest. Jaehyun took it as a sign to do what he wished then, biting and sucking anywhere he could reach before he took a nipple in between his lips, looking up at Jihyun who mewled at the touch.

Jaehyun wouldn’t last any longer like this, but he wanted to keep going, he didn’t want to dream about pulling away but once his orgasm loomed dangerously over his head, he pulled away from Jihyun’s breast to kiss her sternum.

“Pink,” he breathed, shuddering as Jihyun continued to move her hips against his. Jaehyun moaned loudly, “pink, pink, pink--”

“Oh!” She quickly realized, pulling out and watching Jaehyun writhe under her, groaning loudly as he huffed in response, his head spinning.

“Are you okay?” Jihyun asked quietly, a small sign of tenderness and a dash of regret as she watched him in concern. Jaehyun smiled weakly, nodding with a kiss to her shoulder.

“Green,” he replied, welcoming Jihyun’s kiss as he felt his cock press against her pussy once more, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt Jihyun follow the rhythm once more.

Again, Jaehyun would chant out pink until Jihyun pulled away, watching him squirm for a few minutes until she would ride him again and again.

Around the forth time of edging him, Jihyun switched the position slightly so that she was facing away from him, giving him a clear view of her back as she started with an aggressive speed this time, her hips working to send him over the edge as he chanted out his color again. He had little regard for these rules this time as he realized Jihyun did too, chanting out her name and praises as she continued to slam her hips against his.

“Fuck Gigi,” he gasped, his hips meeting hers with his own thrust, “Jihyun, baby, I’m going to cum--fuck, oh baby, baby, baby--”

Jihyun pulled away but it seemed it would be far too late as Jaehyun came with a flash of white, his moans and curses falling from his lips like prayer as Jihyun was the Goddess he prayed to. With a dry orgasm ruining his high, all he could do was whimper and thrash against his restraints.

“So pretty,” Jihyun praised, kissing his chest. “Dry orgasm, honey?”

Jaehyun’s face felt hot in both embarrassment and need, nodding his head dumbly as Jihyun moved to remove the restraints around his cock. He wanted to cry when he finally felt the rope off of his length, and he thinks he might’ve, considering the space around the corner of his eyes was slightly damp.

“I love you,” he mumbled, still feeling stupid from his orgasm as his head tilted around, “I love you, please let me touch you.”

Jihyun snorted, “turn around.”

Jaehyun did as he was told, feeling something cold against his skin that he recognized as scissors cutting at the rope. Jihyun saved his hands for last, tossing the scissors to the side as she rubbed the rope marks on his wrists before kissing them gently.

“Are you okay, Yuno?” She asked softly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes after Jaehyun pulled her in for an embrace, holding her tightly against his chest.

“More than okay,” he reassured, “you’re amazing.”

Jihyun smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist as it was his turn to hover over her this time. She watched him expectantly, a smile wide on her face as he took his time to caress every square inch of her body, every mole and freckle.

“My turn?” He asked carefully, watching her reaction through his lashes.

Jihyun smiled and nodded, “your turn, baby. All yours.”

The rest of the night was spent with Jaehyun’s great attention to detail, making sure to press kiss to every inch of Jihyun’s body with his hand trailing over it not too long after it. She felt dizzy from the attention and the love, eventually pulling Jaehyun in for a kiss as they spent it in close proximity. Even if their lips weren’t connected, they were always trailing over the other, sweet breath fanning in the other’s face as smiles and quiet laughter was shared.

Even at the end of the night and into the early morning, Jaehyun refused to remove himself from her, opting to fall exhausted in her chest with a sigh, his eyes fluttering closed upon feeling her fingers carting through his thick hair, a small smile on his lips upon feeling the engagement ring just slightly brush against his scalp. He could die here, and he wouldn’t have any complaints.

Despite how tired the two were, neither of them seemed to be falling asleep. Although Jaehyun’s eyes were closed, he remained awake as he opened his eyes every so often to make idle chit chat with his now fiancee, who seemed just as restless as him.

Just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Jihyun offered to wash up quickly, causing Jaehyun to frown at the suggestion but following close by anyway, realizing that he didn’t like being as sticky as he felt and falling into the tub with Jihyun. It wasn’t until he was submerged under the hot water that he realized how sleepy he was, struggling to keep his eyes open as Jihyun mumbled musings pressed against his chest. It was only worse when she shampooed his hair, dozing off completely. He remembered hearing Jihyun snort but he didn’t hear anything else until he woke up again, already wrapped in a towel as she tugged at him from outside the bathtub.

“C’mon,” she smiled, offering him a towel. “Unless you want to sleep with the tub instead of your fiancee.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help but to smile back, the word sending his heart into hysterics as he took her hand. It seemed that the sheets were also changed while he was asleep, the fitted sheets thrown over the corners haphazardly as they fell into the bed. Jaehyun almost instantly curled into her, causing her to laugh as she kissed the crown of his head.

“You’re so clingy,” she giggled as Jaehyun threw his leg over her waist. “Why are you so obsessed with me?”

“Because you’re perfect,” he muttered, more asleep than awake. He heard Jihyun say something else before he fell asleep but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He assumed it was a declaration of love but before he could tell her back, he fell asleep, not a single dream to be had.

The next morning the couple washed dishes next to each other, chatting about their plans for the day before Jihyun excused herself to get ready for work, drying her hands on the nearest towel before reaching for her ring. Jaehyun watched her with a smile as she slipped it on her finger. She noticed the attention and laughed, pinching his cheek.

“What?”

“I just think it’s pretty,” Jaehyun gushed, taking her hand and kissing her ring finger. “Are you going to wear it to work?”

“I’ll wear it to work, but I’m not allowed to keep it on while I’m in the kitchen.”

Jaehyun frowned, “but you’re the boss. You can make up rules.”

Jihyun laughed, “they aren’t rules, they’re food safety regulations. What if my diamond falls in someone’s food?”

“Then I’ll buy you another one.”

Jihyun rolled her eyes, “how about this? If you’re so keen on showing me off, we’ll go out this weekend? Then you can show me off all you want.”

“Sounds like a date,” Jaehyun beamed, kissing her forehead. “We should also probably tell your dad.”

Jihyun snorted, wrapping her arms around his neck, “did you not give him a warning?”

Jaehyun smiled sheepishly, answering Jihyun’s question without another word.

“You’re a brave man, Jung Jaehyun. I’d hate to become a widow before I’d ever get married.”

“I was going to wait but...it was the heat of the moment.”

Jihyun laughed and rolled her eyes before giving her fiance a kiss, “you’re so corny.”

#jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun scenario #jaehyun smut #jaehyun fluff #jung yuno #jung yoonoh #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 smut

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anthology: the series

hello!! so this is a new series of mine which i will be starting two days from now [not sure might be tomorrow]. anyways these are some drabbles based on songs from my favorite opm band!! this idea sprouted from @maknaesdancersrappers 's drabble series for this year's buwan ng wika. it's such a neat idea that showcases the beauty of the Filipino language so i thought why not? hehe

note: im sorry for the crappy translations :( i tried

alapaap - park jisung

"masdan mo aking mata,

'di mo ba nakikita?

ako ngayo'y lumilipad at nasa langit na,

gusto mo bang sumama?"

[look into my eyes / can't you see? / i'm flying up and am already in the sky / do you want to come with me?]

ligaya - zhong chenle

"ligaya, at asahang iibigin ka,

sa tanghali, sa gabi at umaga,

wag ka sanang nagtanong at magduda,

dahil ang puso ko'y walang pangamba"

[happiness, know that i will always love you / in the afternoons, at night 'til morning / please don't question or doubt / because my heart is certain]

pare ko - liu yangyang

"oh diyos ko!

ano ba naman ito,

'di ba?

tang ina nagmukha akong tanga,

pinaasa niya lang ako,

lecheng pag-ibig toh"

[oh god / why is it like this / right? / they made me look like a fool / they only got my hopes up / damn this love]

minsan - na jaemin

"sana'y huwag kalimutan ang ating mga pinagsamahan

at kung sakaling gipitin ay laging iisipin

na minsan tayo ay naging

tunay na magkaibigan"

[i hope you'll never forget all that we've been through / and if ever you feel down always remember / that we were once / true friends]

overdrive - lee donghyuck

"magda-drive ako hanggang batangas

tapos magsu-swimming dun sa beach

isasama ko ang girlfriend ko

isasama ko kahit sinong may gusto"

[i want to drive away to batangas / swim across the beach / i'll bring my girlfriend / and anyone else who wants to join]

kailan - lee jeno

"kailan mo ako hahagkan

matagal na akong naghihintay

nakadungaw sa bintana

mga dahon lang ang kumakaway

[when will you ever kiss me? / i've been waiting for so long / looking across your window / the leaves waving back at me]

sembreak - huang renjun

"naalala kita, pag umuulan (sembreak)

naalala kita, pag giniginaw (sembreak)

naalala kita, pag kakain na (sembreak)

naalala kita, ilang bukas pa ba

bago tayo ay magkita?"

[i remember you when it's raining (sembreak) / i remember you when it's cold (sembreak) / i remember you when i eat (sembreak) / i remember you, how many tomorrow will it take / for us to see each other again]

magasin - wong kunhang

"iba na ang iyong ngiti,

iba na ang iyong tingin,

nagbago ang lahat sayo"

[your smile is different / even the way you look / everything has changed about you]

torpedo - mark lee

"pasensya na

kung ako ay di na nagsasalita

hindi ko kayang sabihin

ang aking nadarama"

[i'm sorry / if im not talking much / for i could never tell you / how i really feel]

toyang - wong yukhei

"mahal ko si Toyang pagkat siya'y simple lamang

kahit namomroblema basta't kami ay magakasama

madalas man kaming walang pera

makita lang ang kislap ng kanyang mga mata ako ay busog na"

[i'm in love with toyang for she is very simple / i don't mind the obstacles as long as i'm with them / we may not have that much money / but as long as i see the sparkle in their eyes then i'm full]

huwag kang matakot - kim jungwoo

"'di mo ba alam nandito lang ako

sa iyong tabi

'di kita pababayaan kailan man

at kung ikaw ay mahulog sa bangin

ay sasaluhin kita"

[don't you know i'm always here / by your side / i'll never let you go / even if you fall / i'll be there to catch you]

huling el bimbo - xiao dejun

"magkahawak ang ating kamay,

at walang kamalay-malay,

na tinuruan mo an puso ko

na umibig nang tunay,"

[our hands held each other / without any of us realizing / that you've taught my heart / how to truly love]

note: this is going to be a full-blown fic to be posted at the end of the month.

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knives-out20 · 3 years

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Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 6

Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Gay, Spoilers for X-Men: Days Of Future Past,

Notes: hehe erik tiddie, The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) reference,

“Yesterday, the Paris Peace Summit was rocked by the appearance of unidentified assailants, the likes of which the world has never seen" a news reporter on the TV spoke. "Mass hysteria has gripped the nation as people ask: 'where did they come from?' 'Will they be back?' And most importantly, 'are they friend or foe?'"

The President- along with Trask and other government officials- all stood watch of the four TV's in the Office, watching Erik, Karmel, Raven, and Hank on the other three TV's.

"That was London correspondent Toby Elliot reporting from the Paris Peace Summit yesterday" another news reporter reminded.

"Fuck me" Nixon cursed, going to sit behind his desk. "What the hell are we dealing with here? Off the record."

"Two days ago, these men, Erik Lehnsherr and Karmel Rosenstein, escaped from a maximum-security prison inside the Pentagon" one official spoke, placing a file on Nixon's desk. "We believe that this woman is a former associate of theirs. They were all together in Cuba, the day of the crisis in sixty-two. The two men were also implicated in Kennedy's assassination" he explained, placing Erik's and Karmel's mugshots on the desk as well, setting another file on top of them.

"What about that thing?" Nixon asked, referring to Hank.

"We don't know what that thing is, sir. Actually, we really don't know what any of them are" another official replied, from where he sat.

"Yes. Yes, we do" Trask corrected, walking into the light. "They're mutants" he clarified, walking over to the TV. "Erik has the power to control metal. Last I checked, that's what most of your weapons are made of. Karmel has the power to summon vines from either out of himself or his surroundings and control them. And she can transform into anyone" he explained, pointing at Raven. "A general, a secret serviceman. Even you, Mr. President. She could walk into this office and order a nuclear strike, if she was in the mood. And that's only three of them."

"Well, do we have any countermeasures? Any defense?" Nixon inquired.

"I was waiting for you to ask me that question." Trask admitted, placing a folder in front of Nixon.

"That's...an experimental program, sir. Strictly off the books" the first official said.

Nixon grabbed what Trask gave him, opening it up. "You're telling me these mutants are out in the world, and our best defense are these giant, metal robots?"

"Many of the mutants look like us" Trask reminded, referring to Erik and Karmel. "My Sentinels can tell the difference. I have eight prototypes ready to go. They're built out of a space-age polymer, not an ounce of metal on them. Plus, they're way too heavy for someone with Karmel's frame to simply pull down."

Nixon looked up at Trask, then around the silent room. All eyes were on him. "I want to make a demonstration. I want the world to know that we can protect them. What do you need to get these things operational?"

"I already gave that number to Congress. Unfortunately, they elected to shut me down. It's going to cost a bit more to turn them on."

"Whatever you need" Nixon agreed.

"Oh, and, one more thing. If we do manage to capture them, I would like her" Trask suggested, pointing over at Raven on the first TV screen. "For research purposes, of course."

"I don't care who you screw, as long as it's not me. I just don’t want another rich family heir like Rosenstein to attempt another assassination."

***

Karmel and Erik were able to gain access into a hotel room that night. He found out what Erik had stolen from Trask was a film roll for those robots Trask wanted to create. Karmel was also extremely grateful for finding scissors in their hotel room, because now his hair was back to its normal length.

A French news reporter droned on a small TV in the corner of the room, as Erik used his powers to stitch up the wounds Hank caused on both the back of his head and Karmel's head.

Karmel winced in pain, holding Erik's hand tightly as Erik controlled the film roll, spinning it up and down as it projected onto the wall.

Erik turned to look at the TV, watching a recording of some government official scraping up Raven's DNA from the scene outside the other hotel earlier that day.

Karmel kept his eyes on the blue, floating film. "Those are some ugly-ass robots" he scoffed.

"Forgive Trask for not designing them to be good-looking more than their sole purpose" Erik returned, sarcastically.

"Ow-" Karmel hissed, his hand trailing down his bare chest. "I gotta say, it's nice being free, again, but- ow- I kinda miss how safe the cell was" he huffed. "I miss not knowing how much Charlie hates my goddamn guts."

Erik looked at him, slowly licking his lips. "He doesn't...He doesn't hate you, Karmel" he told. "Charles hates me, and what he thinks I've done to you, and Raven. He thinks I've poisoned your mind."

"He's just mad my views have always aligned more with yours than his and that he couldn't change that" Karmel replied. He looked down at Erik's bracelet on his wrist, it was the only piece of clothing he currently adorned from the waist-up. He didn’t exactly consider his bandages to be clothing. "He said I abandoned him, as if- as if he wasn't the one who fucking told me to go with you, remember? He said it was what I wanted, and he was right. Why's he trying to twist me into being the fucking bad guy?"

Erik shrugged. "A psychic's mind can obviously be a strange place. We can't let them get into ours, y'know? Which is why tomorrow, we're going back to the Pentagon."

"Back-? Why? I was lying about the cell thing, y'know-"

"No worries, love. We're just going to retrieve a couple things we left behind."

Karmel softly furrowed his eyebrows. Once he was all stitched up, he slipped his shirt back on and started to button it up. Karmel nodded silently, turning back to the robot reels. "I admire you, y'know?" Karmel told. "No psychic in the world needs to read my mind to find that out how much I love you."

Erik smiled softly. "I admire you too, Karmel. 'Til the end of time, right?"

Karmel nodded, happy that Erik remembered the little saying that they had made up for one another. "Even then, you'll still be mine."

Erik nodded, throwing a shirt on. ”I adore you, Karmel, y’know that?”

“Oh yea?” Karmel raised his eyebrows. ”Tell me some good things about me then; tell me some good things about Karmel Rosenstein” he challenged, crossing his arms.

“Good things about Karmel Rosenstein?” Erik scoffed. ”Could take me some time.”

Karmel rolled his eyes.

Erik thought back to what he told Charles on the plane, as Karmel slept. ”Karmel is talented. Karmel is tender...Karmel is beautiful” he listed.

Karmel giggled, “you’re such a liar.”

Erik had a knowing look on his face- this is exactly what he told Charles that Karmel would do. ”Karmel is...Karmel is a mystery. Karmel is not a nobody,” he shook his head along with his statement. ”Karmel has secrets he doesn’t want to tell me...and I wish he would.”

Karmel crossed his arms, the corner of his lip twitching up for a moment.

“Karmel has nightmares,” Erik softly held Karmel’s crossed arms, careful not to evade his personal space. ”That’s not a good thing. Karmel has someone to love him,” he pointed at himself, a smile on his face that made Karmel’s chest warm and fuzzy. ”That is a good thing.”

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storytell · 3 years

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TWAIN: GENSHIN IMPACT VOICELINES

HELLO: “Mark Twain, at your service! I know I may not be the most serious, but I promise whatever you need, you can call on me!”

GOOD MORNING: “Rise and shine! I’m not usually an early bird, but the sunrise is really nice, don’tcha think?”

GOOD AFTERNOON: “Seems like it’s a good time to take a nap... Or fill my success diary with our latest adventures!”

GOOD EVENING: “Hey, we haven’t had dinner yet, have we?”

GOOD NIGHT: “Don’t forget; we’ve got an exciting day ahead of us tomorrow!”

CHAT - WAITING: “Aw man, I hate waiting around like this.”

CHAT - SUCCESS DIARY: “Hey, no peeking! You’ll get to see what I write about you when it’s done.”

CHAT - THINKING: “I was just thinking that there must be someplace nearby we haven’t explored yet! No time to lose!”

WHEN IT RAINS: “My parents always told me not to go out in the rain. Now I like to have fun in it just to get back at them.”

WHEN THE SUN IS OUT: “Bright and cheery, huh? Perfect weather for some adventure!”

WHEN THE WIND IS BLOWING: “H-Hey!! Wait up! Sorry, the wind blew away some of the pages I was writing on, hehe!”

WHEN IT SNOWS: “Ha, I guess I’m not dressed for the cold, am I?”

ABOUT TWAIN: “Me? Oh, no, I’m not an adventurer. I’m actually just a writer.”

ABOUT US - SUCCESS DIARY: “I’ve already written a lot about you in here! ...But you can’t see ‘til it’s published, so keep a lookout!”

ABOUT US - ADVENTURING: “I feel like I’ve done more with you since we’ve met than I’ve done in the entire rest ‘a my life! And I’ve done a lot, y’know!”

ABOUT THE VISION: “Oh, this? Well, I guess it’s neat to have, but I’m really no warrior or anything. Swear on it!”

ANYTHING TO SHARE: “To be honest, I’ve already hidden some copies of my success diary in the places I’ve visited. I hope whoever’s found them thinks they’re good!”

INTERESTING THINGS: “Cats always seem to love me. I dunno why! I used to take stray cats with me when I traveled, though.”

ABOUT VENTI: “They have the best songs, no doubt about it! Sometimes they’ll sing me some things if I tell ‘em some stories.. Well, I really love tellin’ stories, so it’s a win-win!”

ABOUT KAEYA: “We’ve only really talked a few times. I think we always tend to be at Angel’s Share at around the same time.. I’m pretty sure I’ve tried to strike up conversation, but it always felt like he was tryin’a prod at me, so I let it go pretty quick...”

ABOUT DILUC: “I think Diluc might hate me. Seriously! Whenever he’s tending the bar, he always gives me dirty looks... I mean, he gives those to most people, but maybe I’m just super loud and disruptive...”

ABOUT BARBARA: “When I first got back, everyone was talking about Barbara! I didn’t really understand the hype at first, but I watched her perform once and it was amazing! I’ve seriously never heard anything like her songs in all of Teyvat.”

ABOUT BENNETT: “Haha, he reminds me of me a little! I used to get into all kinds ‘a trouble myself, even barely managing to escape sometimes, but I always pulled through!”

ABOUT RAZOR: “Well, it’s not like I’m friends with Razor or anything, but since I’ve taken to wandering around the woods, we’ve met before. He’s a pretty good kid, all things considered. One day I wanna see if he wants to come on an adventure with me outside Mondstadt!”

ABOUT YORK: “Oh, I know that guy! I mean, sort of. I remember meeting him, if that’s what you mean. He seems cool! I think if I’d want anyone to pick up one of my books, it would be him. He already promised, anyway.”

MORE ABOUT TWAIN - I: “Man~ Taking some time off really is the best!”

MORE ABOUT TWAIN - II: “I’m really kinda bummed I missed out on the whole Stormterror business. Between you and me, I like getting to see epic conflicts like those in person.”

MORE ABOUT TWAIN - III: “Here, this is for you! Someone I used to know taught me how to carve wood, so I thought I’d put that skill to use.”

MORE ABOUT TWAIN - IV: “You wanna know about that guy? A-Ah, well, I did say I wouldn’t tell anyone his name or anything...”

MORE ABOUT TWAIN - V: “Well, I guess what I said before was kind of a lie. The only time I can say his name is when I put it in my success diary, and only then is the world gonna know about him! That was the promise I made to him.”

TWAIN’S HOBBIES: “I’ve started trying to pick up some instruments... It’s just so frustrating when I dunno how to play ‘em right away!”

TWAIN’S TROUBLES: “It feels like I’m waiting longer and longer to be able to do anything at all. One day, I might run outta things to do completely...”

FAVORITE FOOD: “Nothin’ beats a good Sweet Madeline, right? Oh, but it’s best when it’s home cooked.”

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: “I’m really not a fan of Mushroom Pizza. I mean, who puts mushrooms on pizza anyway?”

FEELINGS ABOUT ASCENSION - INTRO: “Whew! I feel better already!”

FEELINGS ABOUT ASCENSION - BUILDING UP: “I think I could keep on goin’ forward forever! Someone better stop me, though. Seriously. I can’t actually go forever.”

FEELINGS ABOUT ASCENSION - CLIMAX: “I wanna face another day with a smile... No matter what greets me when I wake up tomorrow morning, I wanna be excited to see it!”

FEELINGS ABOUT ASCENSION - CONCLUSION: “There’s no end to gettin’ better, y’know. There’s just a whole bunch of new starts.”

#a story repeated word for word as i heard it ;; MUSINGS . TWAIN

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tslasvegas · 3 years

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Episode 11: “Jake and Ben were taken out yay!!!!” - Pat

ROUND STARTING AFTER JAKE AND BEN ARE EJECTED FOR CHEATING

WOW WHAT HAPPENED?!

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WOOOOOOOO AUCTION TIME BABY, okay so heading into this round, I know i’m in a world of trouble if the alliance we made collapses. I need to make sure that my loyalty to Meninism doesn’t go to waste. My biggest concern is that I have worked so hard on building and maintaining my working relationship with Kailyn, that rebuilding with Patrick might take a back seat. I’m confident that the Meninism alliance can get majority at final 7, then I can win immunity there, play my Legacy Advantage at Final 6, then sail right to whenever the Finals start.

I don’t remember if I made a confessional since yesterday! I think I did? Please don’t let there be a memory game I will lose. I’m using my usual auction strategy of bidding a little bit on almost everything so if there’s anything that isn’t bid on, I’ll win it. I just hope I don’t get any disadvantages because that would suck.

The Plumbos just need to stick together. Me, John, Jaiden and Kailyn. Joey is with us too. BUt with all these advantages, we just need to play correctly. Hope no one wavers. We need to stick together!!!

Ok... Joey is suddenly really starting to get on my NERVES because he's like, convinced that he will lose to me in the final tribal council. Like boy it's final nine... please don't be thinking that right now. I want to go to the end because realistically I think if I get there with the same trajectory I think I have, I could probably win but it'll definitely be a battle to get there. Although I have no intention on taking Joey past final seven, I don't want him to catch onto that. I want him to get rid of the people I want him to get rid of (Liv + Kailyn) then he's done for. Sorry not sorry. Then the legacy advantage goes to me :)

....five seconds later

Hopefully I will survive through the night, not just the tribal council but also literally through tonight, I'm writing this as I'm feeling deathly ill and I really just don't want this to be my last confessional both for this season and in my entire life lmfao. Today we were surprised (not me so much) with individual immunity going out to someone and lo and behold... it went to Kailyn. Now we're dealing with tribal tomorrow which is not somewhere I wanted to go already, especially now that Kailyn isn't able to be voted out. I really wanted it to be her going home but that's just not going to happen :/ I also really wanted to vote out Livingston, but it seems as though the target is set for John Coffey. Tbh I think John kind of did it to himself. Jeff came to me a few days ago and wanted to propose an alliance of me, him, Pat, Jake, and John. This was obviously before the Jake removal, but I was down for it and kind of added John into that mix because Jeff said he heard I was close to John. After Jake's removal, I decided to make quicker work with getting John on board with that plan and proposed the idea to John. On call. And John basically said... no!!! I was kind of taken aback at that. He was like, I don't really trust Jeff, I was like in the middle of texting Jeff and had to be like so.. John wasn't really committal but he wanted to wait til the next day to talk about it more. It doesn't make me mistrust John much, but it definitely set things in motion to make John the next person to go. At this point, I need to be distanced from John so I can't outright try and save John from going home, but I want to try and move any possible secondary votes onto Livingston I suppose because I still want to try and get Livingston out soon. I feel like there is a huge danger keeping a lot of these people in because I need Livingston, Joey, and Kailyn all out before the final six... and we're literally at the final nine. Jeff told me that he has a vote cancel and wanted to use it this coming tribal to get rid of John, but the thing doesn't expire til the final seven so I want to try and coax him into saving it until then so we can make a bigger move (ie getting rid of hopefully Joey lol). I really feel that Kailyn surviving this round threw a huge wrench into my plans because Jeff feels like Kailyn will not win if she makes it to the end, but I don't agree.. I kind of feel like Kailyn is going to win if she's in the end with me and Jeff. Okay so like if I had to give my perfect boot list from now til final three, this is what it'd be : 9th - Livingston 8th - Kailyn 7th - Joey 6th - Pat 5th - Xavier 4th - John OR Jeff =Final Three= 3rd - Keegan 2nd - Jeff OR John 1st - Me :~) Really the perfect chain of events would be all of that, but Joey gives me the legacy after going, I play it at F6, then SOMEHOW win F5 and F4 immunity. I think that F4 really comes down to who does actually win immunity and who wants to take me to the end or not. I guess I wouldn't be too upset if somehow Pat left at F9 and Livingston at F6, but it depends. I really just don't want people who are scary to me to get much further and tbh that's what Livingston and Pat do to me!! The others are my friends LOL If I somehow save John, it's gonna earn me a lot of respect from him but the cost will be Livingston unfortunately, and that might come with losing his jury vote. It also makes me look SUPER sus to Joey and I need him to give ME the legacy, NOT Pat. If I make Joey hate me too much it's not going to come into my hands and I need the advantages I can get. The other fear is that Joey could easily have another idol and just say fuck it and play it at seven bc then he's guaranteed top five, but I dunno... It's going to be really hard starting tomorrow. Because I have to make sure that MY agenda goes through. Not someone else's. But if John goes home... I will need to do some serious reconsiderations on my boot order :/ I'm part of a few alliances but the only one I'm loyal to is the one that's gonna get me to final three.. and it doesn't even exist yet. As far as my trust rankings go... I don't trust a single fucking person here. Even Keegan who I was obsessed with for a while has started to slip a little bit thru my fingers. Even Jeff who I am currently obsessed with has started to show signs of being stronger than I thought. And Joey is playing all sides. Pat is a fucking huge threat to win, too, and not a lot of people are seeing it... Maybe the strategy going forward is to weaponize Joey, not get him to pass off that Legacy Advantage. Use Joey to take out the people I am scared of like Pat and Livingston. He talks a lot about there being a tight bond between Liv/Keegan, I've been planting the most seeds about Pat being a danger to him, and he and Jeff don't get along at all. Maybe my final 9 onwards should look like this??? 9th: John 8th: Livingston 7th: Pat 6th: Kailyn 5th: Xavier 4th: Keegan OR Jeff =Final Three= 3rd: Joey 2nd: Jeff OR Keegan 1st: Me !! The jury is totally going to hate Joey... but instead of letting Joey have this free roam over the entire game, I think I need to pull him in way closer and start whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he's fully under my spell.. Who fuckin knows! I'm not above flirting with quirky straight men to get ahead. Maybe I'll pull out tHe mOvEs to get him fully wrapped up around my finger.. hehe HOWEVER!! This scenario is frightening for a different reason. It leaves so many free agents in the game from F7 to F4. Because basically it'll be Keegan alone at F7, Kailyn possibly alone at F6, Xavier alone at F5, and then just me and Joey at F4 versus Keegan and Jeff who both probably see that I'm a bigger threat than each other and Joey!!! THERE IS NO TIME TO NOT THINK AHEAD. THE GOAL IS TO WIN. How much longer is it gonna take for me to get there?! And who do I have to stomp on in order to win Tumblr Survivor?? I feel like a rabid hamster. Ok I feel better now that I threw up. Maybe I actually have rabies. I'll be back tomorrow to kick some more ass. Hoping now that the fucking super idol is non-existent. Goodnight.

This vote is going to be pretty interesting. Solidifying even more a group of 4, and if it works out well, breaks up a group of 3 (i just recently found out how tight they are). And then the other 2 hopefully choose to align with us.

John Coffey is going home, and I hate it

Jake and Ben were taken out yay!!!! Working on my relationship with jaiden and Jeff to finally get our Joey the snake. Fingers crossed I vote correctly for the first time

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blonde-n-dirty · 4 years

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Can’t wait til tomorrow after finals are officially over!

I’m dying my hair back to red, AND doing my acrylics so I’m going to feel like myself again😍

Idk why everyone says redheads are psycho, but my psycho side is coming back hehe blonde makes me sweet, but red makes my sexy side come out and I’m so ready🥰

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yungblud-fics · 5 years

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teenage heartbreak queen (part one)

based off the song teenage heartbreak queen by palaye royale (🅱️ussy 🅱️op)

warnings: literally major angst, mcr trashing (it pained me to write), language.

summary: dom has been in love with his best friend since before he can remember. when yoi start to change after your boyfriend comes into the picture, will your relationship tear you both apart?

part 2

She used to go

She used to hide and not let me know

the school's power couple. that's what everyone called them. it made dom sick to his stomach to his best friend with that dick head. she was so smart and could tell his emotions in an instant but god was she was so fucking oblivious.

Now I wait

While she's in bed and sleeps all day

(Wake up)

things had changed since they had gotten together. the jock of the school and the infamous introvert. he was the definition of a sterotypical teenage boy--played football, rugby, lacrosse. total asshole energy. you were polar opposites but 'opposites attract.' 'maybe that's why dom didn't get the girl.

she sat in the back of the classroom, band t-shirts and skinny jeans. she was never one for parties, preferring to sit at a cafe and listen to live music.

that all changed when they got together. everyone said they would be together forever. eventually she stopped holding dom's hand when she was nervous or excited. she stopped dancing like crazy when she knew people were staring. it all just stopped.

She used to dance

She used to cry as she held my hand

Oh no we used to say

We won't ever change change change

you went to parties instead of staying home with a record player on like usual. you stopped sleeping at dom's house every friday night. you started to listen to trashy rap.

you weren't the same but your mom had known you still listened to the same punk rock songs in your room late at night. she knew you still read graphic novels in your free time. she also knew you only hid those to keep the relationship healthy. and she had told dom this weeks ago because she knew he could get anxious.

I fell in love with my best friend

She fell in love with you instead

'cause she's a teenage heartbreak queen

Oh it's me and my misery

dom missed the old you. as he bolted out of his last pediod class, swarms of students filled the halls. thursday's were hard at school. he usually just wanted the week to be over and done with, and more than anything he wanted to skip friday's knowing you wouldn't be there with him.

he didn't know when he started to feel things for you. he just knew that as sophomores, he was in love with his best friend.

maybe it started when he moved and you were the first person to talk to him. maybe it was when he fell on the playground in second grade and you cleaned up his cut. maybe it was when he first came to your house in fourth grade and showed him all your band posters on the walls.

I fell in love with my best friend

Now she is sleeping in your bed

'cause she's a teenage heartbreak queen

Now it's me and my misery

dom saw you closing your locker so he ran through the crowd of teenagers and teachers and smiled brightly once he got to you.

"hey n/n!"

"hey dom," she said awkwardly, her boyfriend latching onto her arm. dom's smile slowly faded as he realized you weren't as excited to see him as he was you.

It's not the same

The way she used to say my name

Now she's strange

"wanna come ova' tonight? we can dance to three cheers fo' sweet revenge all night," he laughed knowing it's your favorite mcr album (wink wonk).

he saw you smirk and that small gleam come back to your eye bringing a matching smile to his face.

It's outta hand 'cause something's changed

Something's changed

She used to dance

She used to cry as she held my hand

Oh no we used to say

We won't ever change change change

"i'll be over at si-"

"that lame album? that's some gross emo music. babe, do you really like that shit?"

"i guess not really," you shrugged as you felt a burning pain in your chest as those words slipped your mouth.

"good, cause we're gonna go for a drive tonight." just as he was about to walk away, he leaned down to your ear and whispered, mocking dom's accent just loud enough for him to hear, "and not with pretty lil' london boy."

once he walked off, the look in dom's eyes gave you an aching pain. he swallowed back the lump in his throat, running a hand through his hair, in an attempt for it to look neater but failed as it fell back in front of his eyes.

I fell in love with my best friend

She fell in love with you instead

'cause she's a teenage heartbreak queen

Oh it's me and my misery

"m-maybe some other time," he managed to spit out before turning away from you. you grabbed his hand which always made dom's heart flutter, but this time, he simply looked at your hands and slowly pulled his back to his side.

"we can still hang out tonight. what's the big deal?"

"the big deal is 'm fookin' in love with ya for years and ya don't see how much it kills me every time i see ya with him. he doesn't deserve ya and he's a total twat. the way ya feel when your favorite song comes on the radio is the way i feel whenever i'm around ya," his eyes were glassy but he wiped it away with his sweatshirt sleeve.

I fell in love with my best friend

Now she is sleeping in your bed

'cause she's a teenage heartbreak queen

Now it's me and my misery

"dommy i didn't realize," tears almost fell down your cheeks but you wouldn't let them.

"of course ya didn't! cause you're obsessed with him. when was the last time ya slept over? and don't even get me started. ya love mcr, and because he said it's shit ya suddenly hate em'!"

"that's not why i said it," your voices were slightly raised as the dismissal bell rang out through the hallway.

"then why?" dom screamed.

"because-"

"because why? because ya love him?" he spat. you didn't say anything more. you didn't need to. you simply walked away and out the school doors knowing that your best friend now hated you.

dom stood in the same spot. did i just lose my best friend? she just walked out. a few tears had fallen and he couldn't hold them in. tightening the straps on his backpack, he went out the doors you had been just a few seconds ago and made his way home.

I loved her madly but she went away

I can't believe that she won't see my pain

Though I'm not with her, I have lost my mind

I love her madly 'til the end of time, no

he didn't call that night. he just let whatever happen, happen. everyone had been concerned about you since you had gotten into the relationship.

dom just stared at the ceiling, occasionally humming a song that popped into his head. the sounds of the heater ran through his ears, a scented candle (oops) filling the room.

I fell in love with my best friend

She fell in love with you instead

'cause she's a teenage heartbreak queen

Oh it's me and my misery

his cell phone began to ring and he took a deep breath before answering call.

"'ello?"

"hey. can i come over?"

"uh," dom looked to his right at the bedside clock seeing as it was 10:45 (22:45), "it's late?"

"sorry, i didn't mean to bother you i just--nevermind."

"no, tell me."

"i just need a dom hug."

"come over whenever," he sighed into the phone then hung up.

even in an argument he couldn't have just left you hanging. no matter what he promised himself he wouldn't leave you.

I fell in love with my best friend

Now she is sleeping in your bed

'cause she's a teenage heartbreak queen

Now it's me and my misery

part 2

A/N: hehe cliffhanger. i'll post part 2 when i can! i've had this in my drafts cause the song was stuck in my head for so long. also, sorry this is so angsty.

side note: i'll properly tag it tomorrow.

#mcr #yungblud #fanfic #emo #yungblud x reader #palaye royale #yungblud fanfic #dominic harrison imagine #dominic harrison fic #dominic harrison imagines #dom harrison imagines #dom harrison x reader

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Melody of the heart 6

Jaune:*tuning a guitar*........

Cinder:You’ve been doing this for five minutes, quit stalling...

Ruby:Can you not be the worst person ever for like ten minutes? You’re the reason he’s in this position in the first place.

Cinder:Doesn’t mean you he has to take forever; unless he wants that bonefire to eat him.

Cardin:Matters of the heart cannot be rushed. If they are then the true feelings behind the words can’t hope to connect to the hearts of others.

Everyone, and I mean everyone stops and just looks at Cardin for a moment. Taken back by his words.

Cardin:....What?

Jaune:That was really deep.

Pyrrha:And understanding; what happened to you since I died?

Cardin:Nothing, you guys just never saw more than the bully I was to your leader.

Nora:Why are you here again? What could you be possibly singing about!?

Cardin:It doesn’t matter.....

Jaune:Anyways......*puts guitar down* I was stalling a bit. I just.....this is more challenging than I thought.

“Don’t look at her!!”

People turn towards the voice to see a woman with similar looks to Jaune. Sure enough, she was holding a baby and holding hands with another woman.

Jaune:Saph!? How long have-

Saph:The whole time, but that’s not important. Remember when you wanted to sing mom a song you wrote for Mother’s Day when you were little? But every time you looked at her you got emotional and stopped?

RWBYNP:Awwwwwww

Jaune:*red* Yes.........

Saph:You got through it by not looking at her. So close your eyes or something.

Jaune:Is that allowed?

Ozma:All you have to do his sing honestly. The fire didn’t say you have to look at her.

Jaune:Is that okay with you Pyrrha?

Pyrrha:*nods anxiously* Do what you gotta do.

With a final deep breath he closes his eyes; making her the last thing he sees. Everyone remains quiet as the instruments finally start to play and embers almost immediately circle him. Signaling he’s already putting genuine effort into it.

Neo:(crap I know this song....)

Jaune: 🎶Everybody's got something they had to leave behind.

One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time....🎶

Neo:God damnit...

Jaune: 🎶There's no use looking back, or wondering (or wondering...)

How it could be now or might've been (or might’ve been.....) 🎶

🎶All this I know, but still I can't find ways to let you go~🎶 *embers glow*

Jaune:🎶I never had a dream come true. 'Til the day that I found you.

Even though I pretend that I've moved on. You'll always be my baby🎶

Jaune:🎶I never found the words to say, you're the one I think about each day. *tearing up*

And I know no matter where life takes me to, a part of me will always be with you.....🎶 *opens his*

Pyrrha:*lip quivering* W..well then*

Neo:*runs to him* Um can I join?

Jaune:Be my guest, it honestly might help.

Neo🎶:Somewhere in my memory I've lost all sense of time; and tomorrow can never be. 'Cause yesterday is all that fills my mind. 🎶 *looks at Roman*

🎶There's no use looking back, oh wondering (oh wondering)

How it should been, now oh might've been (oh might’ve been) 🎶

All this I know but, still I can't find ways to let you go...🎶

Neo:🎶I never had a dream come true .'Til the day that I found you

Even though I pretend that I've moved on. You'll always be my baby🎶

Neo:🎶I never found the words to say, you're the one I think about each day

And I know no matter where life takes me to, a part of me will always be....🎶 *sniff*

Jaune: 🎶You'll always be the dream that fills my head

Yes you will....

Say you will.....

You know you will oh baby!!!!!!🎶

Neo:🎶You'll always be the one I know I'll never forget!!!🎶

Jaune:There's no use looking back, oh wondering

Neo:Because love is a strange and funny thing

JN:No matter how hard I try and try....

🎶I JUST CAN’T SAY GOODBYE!!!!🎶 *crying*

Neo:🎶No no no no! I never had a dream come true. 'Til the day that I found you!

Even though I pretend that I've moved on, you'll always be my baby.🎶

Jaune:I never found the words to say. You're the one I think about each day!

JN:And I know no matter where life takes me to

Jaune:A part of me will always be with you...

The music dies down as embers around Neo fly back into the flames. She wipes her tears and returns to her spot next Roman. Jaune’s embers remain and spread to Pyrrha.

Roman:Wow, that was-

Neo:Not a word. *clings to him* I just felt like singing is all....*blushing* trying out my voice and stuff.

Roman:...*rubs her head* It’s a beautiful voice.

Neo:*crying in his arms*

Pyrrha:.....*shaky breaths and watery eyes*

Jaune:......Looks like I still gotta sing; this time with you.

Pyrrha:If...if that’s a problem them maybe we could get the flame to-

Jaune:No! *takes her hand* it’s...perfect. I think I really need this moment- a moment with you.

Pyrrha:*red* 🎶Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you. That is how I know you go on....

Far across the distance and spaces between us, you have come to show you go on🎶

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶Near, far, wherever you are. I believe that the heart does go on~

Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on....🎶

*embers immediately swarm everybody*

Ozma:(Well damn!)

Jaune:🎶Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime. And never let go till we're gone....🎶

Weiss:*an emotional mess*

Jaune and Pyrrha: 🎶Love was when I loved you. One true time I hold to~ In my life we'll always go on.....🎶 *stares at each other*

🎶Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on.

Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on🎶

*tears running down their face as they try wiping them*

Jaune and Pyrrha:🎶 You're here, there's nothing I fear and I know that my heart will go on.....

We'll stay......forever this way!!!!

You are safe in my heart and my heart will go on and on....🎶

As the embers turned into pure flames they went back into the fire. The music died down a little but didn’t stop entirely. There wasn’t a single dry eye in the room especially....

Weiss:*quietly sobbing*

Blake:*sniffling* You okay?

Weiss:I don’t know! Something....*sniff* about that.....really hurt.

Salem:The power of music.

Jaune:*wiping his tears*Two songs in a row; that’s exhausting.

Pyrrha:*wiping hers* You alright?

Jaune:Think I need a moment. Am I done for now?

“You may have a seat, however....🔥”

*embers fly around Pyrrha again*

Pyrrha:What!?

“Tell Jaune what’s on your mind with the help of friends.🔥”

Ren and Nora:*immediately walk up there* on it...

Ruby:*sits at a piano* same.. Would the rest of you kindly....

Yang:Yep *drags Jaune to the sidelines next to Weiss and Blake*

Blake:Glad you could join us.

Weiss:I like your singing voice. *pulling herself together*

Jaune:*red* thanks....

Ruby:*playing piano* Operation help Jaune move on is a go. Take it away Ren....

Ren: 🎶I hope when you take that jump you don't fear the fall.

I hope when the water rises you built a wall

I hope when the crowd screams out they're screaming your name

I hope if everybody runs you choose to stay🎶 *smiles happily at him*

Nora: 🎶I hope that you fall in love and it hurts so bad🎶 *winks at Weiss*

Jaune and Weiss:*blushing*

Pyrrha: 🎶The only way you can know is gave it all you have. 🎶*also winks*

Ruby: 🎶And I hope that you don't suffer, but take the pain.🎶

Ren:🎶I hope when the moment comes, you'll say...🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I~ I did it all, I~ I did it all.....

I owned every second that this world could give. Saw so many places, the things that I did.

Yeah with every broken bone, I swear I lived. 🎶 *blows him a kiss*

Jaune:*smiles* you guys are so extra...

RNR: 🎶I hope that you spend your days, but they all add up.

And when that sun goes down I hope you raise your cup! 🎶

Pyrrha: 🎶I wish that I could witness all your joy and all your pain, but until my moment comes I'll say....🎶

RNR: 🎶I~ I did it all, I~ I did it all!!!!🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I owned every second that this world could give. Saw so many places, the things that I did.

Yeah with every broken bone I swear I lived.🎶 *takes Jaune to middle one more time*

Pyrrha:Got a little song left in you?

Jaune:Think I can manage hehe

Pyrrha:Good, nice armor by the way. *smiles*

Jaune:*smiles*

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶Whatever you wanna do, I’ll be here right next to you.

No matter what comes your way, I’ll know it’ll be okay.

Whatever you wanna do, I’ll be here right next to you.

No matter what comes your way, I hope that you can say.....🎶

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶I~I lived it all....!!!!!!🎶

Nora:Sing it proud!!!!

🎶I~I LIVED IT ALL....!!!!!!!!🎶 (Woooh!)

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶I owned every second that this world could give. I saw so many places, the things that I did!

With every broken bone I swear I lived!🎶

Jaune:🎶Ohhh I swear I lived!!!!🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I lived I lived!!!!!🎶

Jaune:🎶Ohh I did it all!🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I did it all!🎶

Jaune:🎶I did it all~ ohhh🎶

🎶I swear I lived....🎶 *music stops*

Nora:How’s that for a song!!!!?

Ruby:*sweating* Phew.... can you give my friend a break now please? You have three songs of emotional baggage from him.

“splendid, for now...🔥” *embers finally fade*

Ren:Thank the stars it’s over. Please tell me you feel even a little bit better?

Saph:He better! I’m so tired of crying!

Everyone:Yes!

Jaune:*rubbing his head* Yeah....I feel better.

Pyrrha:Then that’s all that matters. *winded* my goodness, you do this for fun Weiss?

Weiss:It’s a gift.

Pyrrha:One that you and Jaune both seem to share a bit. Maybe you two should compare notes sometimes. *pushes him towards her*

Jaune:*flustered* W..what!? Pyrrha are you sure-

Pyrrha:Live your life Jaune. Those moments we had are more than enough for me. *kisses his cheek* and sits down.

Salem:Been awhile since I’ve seen emotion like that.

Ozma:They truly are splendid children. I can’t wait to see what other emotions this crowd will display. For now though, let’s just give them a minute.

The two old souls watch everyone collect themselves and see a new spark of determination in their eyes. No way anybody wanted to lose to that performance. Many individuals already pondering what might happen on their turn as Jaune and Weiss both awkwardly try to open up a little more.

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