#i would like to not wait til tuesday to touch this at all

[altagraye]

Warnings: nsfw, 18+ only, smut, cussing (c’mon people it’s me), squirting, smacking, manhandling soft!dom x innocent!reader, Lloyd has an innocence corruption kink, dark main character, unprotected sex ( put raincoats on peeps!), age gap (reader is of legal age), reader is 25, Lloyd is 40, Lloyd (yeah he is definitely a warning) .

Author's note: This was written on a very very old tablet and or my regular cell phone. I apologize for any mistakes. My laptop is currently broken.

Part 1: switchblade serenade

You were 25, with the face of a young Jennifer Aniston but cursed with a nasty scar above your eyebrow, and your palette painted in the goth style. Or as much of it as Lloyd would let you wear. Today you were dressed in classic cotton stocking, the ones that hugged your thighs and left a few inches of skin before your plaid skirt was covering you.

Lloyd absolutely showered you in gifts, a pearl necklace that accentuated a few sparse moles on your declate. Classic black nails, dotted in silver glitter- a touch all your own.

You stood by Lloyd's side as the corrupt goons exited the building. Yeah, they were his confidants and informants, but we always have to keep our eyes out for them. It’s easy to get back stabbed when you aren’t looking. While the last one was still in the room, his back to you, Lloyd took pleasure in lifting your skirt and coaxing at your skimpy clothed cunt.

He wanted a lacy thong on you, icing on his Cupcake. The heavy cedar double doors closed finally. Leaving you two alone, at least for now. His perfect blue eyes glazed over you for a short moment, admiring a fine piece of art like you, before his lips crashed into your own. You couldn’t help but moan into his rough kiss. His mustache brushing your soft lips, itching just a little. His wide hands slipped underneath the spaghetti strap of the thong and gripped the plump globes of your ass.

The both of you were finally alone after many long hours of being in stupid planning meetings on where the next target was and how to initiate the hit. Effortlessly he lifted you up and set you down on the fancy french table. Your insides were begging, burning for him to fuck you silly.

You tangled your fingers into his hair as he moved onto your jugular, sucking on it hard, showing how much he wanted you.

“Been waiting all day for this. Kinda just wanted to fuck you with them here. But, now I can screw you as hard as I want.” Lloyd rambled semi- to himself and half to you. Your heart was beating loud in your ears, until you heard the familiar clank of his belt buckle.

You closed your legs immediately. He growled and turned you over onto your belly. Dragging your torso so that you hung from the edge of the table. Your skirt lifted, with a sharp sear he smacked your ass.

“You're gonna be a brat now? Need me to fuck you til your pretty little brain melts? Answer me Cupcake.” you yipped with each swat of his heavy hand.

“It’s friday! It’s friday! It’s finger me friday” You pouted. You knew he didn’t like rules. And rules were for the good and the weak. To keep the intimacy interesting, you set up a specific flavor of sex for Lloyd to adhere to depending on the day.

Smother me monday- for when either of you felt like face-sitting, or when Llyod wanted to motorboat you.

Torture tuesday- when we pushed our limits of pain while we fucked each other.

Whack off wednesday- we can only pleasure ourselves on wednesday. No matter how hard it got, even if we were inches from each other.

Toys for thursday- only reaching orgasm from toys on this day.

Finger me friday- Lloyd can only make you cum with his fingers, today.

Shibari Saturday- when Lloyd treats you like his cute little rope bunny.

Sinner Sunday- sunday is kind of a free day. But when it’s not, he gets to cum in you however many times he likes.

Lloyd inhaled a big sigh, and rolled his eyes. "For once, your rules aren't boring. So I'm glad I forgot them, just wish I could break them more often." His hands traveled up and down your thighs.

His breath ghosting over your knees as he slowly pried you open again. One arm encompassing your torso to drag you closer to him. With one look, you were caught in his trance. The two of you were much like a drug to one another.

none of you being able to survive without the other. If anyone saw the two of you separately, they’d think you would carry on living your very separate lives. but, you couldn’t breathe without him. simply inseparable, however strange the circumstances.

Lloyd kissed up your torso, his hands skirting underneath your shirt, removing the garment to reveal your smooth skin. Your arms embraced the sculpted curves of his back, still an exquisite form of a man regardless of his more mature years. After all, you liked a man who knew what he was doing.

with his mouth, Lloyd took the front zipper of your bra and unzipped it. Your full, round womanhood only for him. He was awestruck. as if he were witnessing the hope diamond.

“you’re so beautiful for me, Cupcake. Can’t wait to be inside you. Love your cute moans when I fuck you with my fingers. My Baby-girl.” Lloyd said breathlessly, and without shame he took pleasure in sucking your hardened nipple into his mouth. twirling his tongue around to savor your salty taste.

His hand snaked down, slipping past your thong, coaxing your aching needy sex. You moaned almost immediately, Lloyd paid attention to your swollen clit. His mustache hairs tickle the buttery soft flesh of your breast.

You couldn't help but open your legs wider and thrust your hips for some kind of friction. You needed him like you needed oxygen.

With a wet pop he released your nipple, snickering at the way you were so easily coming undone for him. An audible gasp sprung from your lungs, stemming from the force he used to thrust two girthy digits into you.

A low growl billowed from his chest. Feeling your insides made him dangerously hard. The sponginess of your g-spot, it made his mouth water.

Lloyd was relentless. His index finger and middle finger working you open. You could hear your heartbeat pumping hard with each beat loud in your ear. Each time he thrust his digits in, it took your breath away and made you melt around his fingers by the passing second.

Without missing a beat Lloyd came up to trap your gasping lips in a wet, sloppy, kiss. You swear you were losing brain cells now. You didn’t care who heard you. the only thing that existed was you and him.

Your muscles began to contract so sweetly, fuck it felt so good!

“Daddy! Fuck. MMMMM, Gonna cum!” you whined. A hot sear, quick, and without pain- only made you moan more. He had slapped your cheek. Maybe you were being a brat?

His pupils dilated, he loved being called Daddy. Almost as much as he loved seeing your pretty mouth around his cock.

“You need to ask permission to cum. Are you already dumb just from my fingers?” He already knew the answer to that question. You nodded your head, a tear starting to form. You wanted to cum so bad! you wanted to clench his fingers, but somehow you knew that wasn’t enough. You needed to get fucked senseless by his thick cock.

“D-D-Daddy!” you were so close.

“Daddy. What?!” Now he was thrusting harder than before, making you see stars.

“May I cum, please, Daddy?!!” you whined out, feeling yourself lose control. Lloyd’s bicep tensed, moving so fast, hard, and deep inside you that you forgot where you were.

“Cum on my fingers, my sweet dumb Cupcake.” His lips forming a sinister smile. Your head flew back, hitting the table with a thud, but it didn’t hurt. A sound escaped your mouth, the kind you had only heard in porn. Desperate, and at your limit, but begging for more.

A loud gasp came from your left, “Oh my god. Oh my god! What the fuck?!” You were so confused by this, you thrashed your head to the side where the sound came from. Seeing the source, you wanted to throw up and disappear all at the same time. She had seen you. No one other than Lloyd was allowed to see you, all of you. Your nakedness was only for him. Your rule, not his. One he kept very close to his heart.

His fingers were ripped from your center and you missed the feeling of being full. But all you could think about was her wide-eyed, staring at your naked form. She didn’t deserve to see you. You closed your legs, with shame building up inside you.

You immediately covered your breasts, and turned, facing the opposite way of Suzanne. Lloyd grabbed something from the table, something metallic.

“Stupid Bitch!! Gimmie a reason not to shoot you! Get out!!!” Lloyd cocked his gun, ready to anihilate whoever saw his precious Cupcake. The door closed quickly but the rage was already boiling over in his mind and his heart. However stone-like that heart may be. He would set the whole world on fire if it meant saving his Cupcake.

“MORON!!” he fired the entire clip into the door anyway. You flinched from his screaming. Triggering old wounds, long scarred over. You covered your ears from the ear-drum piercing sound of the bullets. It was never like the movies, it was always much louder.

Your chest heaved with every breath. You were hyperventilating. tears streamed down your face. She saw you. She saw you. You know she did. You saw that look on her face. That disgust. That shock.

Lloyd came into your line of sight, but it was like he wouldn’t register in your mind. His hands came over your shoulders warming them. And you continued to cry.

Lloyd gently took your hands away from your ears, “Hey. Hey. It’s okay. Daddy ran the mean Bitch away. No one will see you now. Just me, Cupcake. Only for me.” he dotted your neck and shoulders, and hands with the softest kisses. Bringing you back from your dark headspace.

“Lloyd?” you asked. becoming more aware of his presence. He cracked a smile, but his eyes were still filled with concern.

"Heya, Sunshine." He smiled wider. One hand cradling your head and bringing you in for a hug. He knew you needed that pressure. To bring you back to him. You were far from the epitome of mental health, and frankly so was Lloyd. Maybe that’s what made you two mesh so well, despite being almost complete opposites.

“No one, saw me right?” you asked barely above a whisper, your eyes searching Lloyd’s face for confirmation; he’d never lie to you.

“Not a soul, Baby, I promise.” He reassured you. He picked you up and put you on a nearby couch. Sometimes the goons and clients liked convenient comfortability.

The cool genuine leather of the couch gave you goosebumps. Your body was still naked, but as long as it was just the two of you, you didn’t care. He started with a kiss. Romantic and soft, for once not fighting for dominance. You didn’t know which you liked more. Him manhandling you or being so utterly soft for you. Whatever the choice, it still made you undeniably horny.

Lloyd could tell you were back in the saddle, and took his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants, dragging them down slowly. He did enjoy teasing you. But he always gave in and gave you what you wanted or rather what you needed. and right now you needed him to fuck the worry away.

if it was one thing, Lloyd could take care of you. As he topped you, you were the one to pounce. You wrapped your legs around his sculpted, slim, waist. You felt his hardened cock firm against your pussy lips.

A wet sloppy kiss, smashed its way onto your lips. He was getting eager now. Maybe now it was more of a competition, now that you started to show some dominance.

A few grinds from your hips and muffled moans, made him take off his boxers. Both of you were completely vulnerable to the other, just the way you liked it. A soft gasp escaped your mouth as you felt the firm and warm flesh of his swollen cockhead. Somehow he was savoring that look on your face. frustraatingly slow he dragged his cockhead along your slick slit, tapping your clit a few times for good measure.

“Sorry Cupcake, I always knock when I enter.” it was done in one slow thrust, so that you could feel every thick inch Lloyd had to offer. Lloyd braced himself by putting his hands on either side of your head, on the armrest. He groaned low once he bottomed out, placing his forehead on top of yours, he closed his eyes.

“Daddy! Oh you feel so good when your inside me like that!” every word was laced with oxytocin. He began to drag out of you, only leaving the tip in, before thrusting hard, reaching new depths.

He groaned this time. The chokehold that you had on his dick was purely invigorating. Lloyd caught this kind of taste from you, and now he couldn’t stop. He needed more. He needed to regain his territory. His queen and partner in crime.

Every harsh thrust of his hips had you seeing stars. Something within you had snapped. like a voracious appetite, you wanted every piece of him he could offer. You wanted to feel yourself melt from him releasing inside of you. God you loved that feeling of being full.

Lloyd moaned louder this time, you could tell he was close. You wrapped your arms around his back, raking your long nails down his porcelain skin. Your eyebrows stitched together from his cockhead banging against your cervix unapologetically.

“Fuck! You’re gripping me so good. Fuckin’ love you. God Damn! got me drunk from your pussy. ohhh. love that sweet d-irty sound you're making." Lloyd expressed himself quite clearly. his pace changed, and any second now you were going to lose it. the wet sloshing sounds turned you on too.

You could hear the couch creak beneath you, his thrusts becoming more animalistic. But you loved it.

“Daddy!!-” you gasped urgently, but Lloyd knew exactly what was happening.

“Cum Baby! Fucking cum on my cock!” he grunted out. the coil that had been building up in your stomach finally released, with a loud moan, your sweet juices covered his lower abdomen and upper thighs.

“That’s my girl! That’s how my Cupcake fuckin’, uggh, takes it. Shit! Take it Baby. Take every drop!” you had never seen Lloyd so passionate before. The warmth from his seed spurting into your deepest parts, was making you maon all over again.

He didn’t bother pulling out. instead stayed inside you. Pulling your cock drunk body against his and letting you lay on top of him. You rested your head in the valley of his toned breasts. Euphoria sweeps through your mind as you giggled.

“You said you love me.”

“ Always, Cupcake. Always.” He gave you a wink as you looked up at him. making you giggle again, and nuzzling your cheek into his warm skin. You’ll sleep very well tonight. And you couldn't wait what was in store for the two of you tomorrow.

end part 1

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[hesbuckcompton-baby]

helena! my love! we've seen your ocs as boygenius songs... dare i ask what song you'd give them from phoebe bridgers' discography?

bluuuuuu this is the BEST yes yes yes

My OCs as Phoebe Bridgers Songs

Frankie Bevan - Friday I'm In Love

Monday, you can fall apart / Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart / Oh, Thursday doesn't even start / It's Friday, I'm in love /

Valerie Harmon - Graceland Too

So we spent what was left of our serotonin / To chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon / Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment / Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor and I knew then / I will do anything you want me to /

Susie Lamb - Scott Street

I asked you, "How is your sister? / I heard she got her degree" / And I said, "That makes me feel old" / You said, "What does that make me?" /

Anna March - Funeral

And last night, I blacked out in my car / And I woke up in my childhood bed / Wishing I was someone else, feeling sorry for myself / When I remembered someone's kid is dead /

Diana Fayed - Dominos

I scrape my eye when I touch the sky / And lose a little vision for the man / I can call it in my mind / I don't want to hold nobody's hand / I can toss in the morning light / I'll play dead when I'm buried in the sand /

Gwen Dastrup - Silk Chiffon

Life's so fun, life's so fun / Don't need to worry about no one / She said that I got her if I want / She's so soft like silk chiffon /

Faye Warren - Garden Song

The doctor put her hands over my liver / She told me my resentment's getting smaller / No, I'm not afraid of hard work / I get everything I want /

George Aarons - Chinese Satellite

Sometimes, when I can't sleep / It's just a matter of time before I'm hearing things / Swore I could feel you through the walls / But that's impossible /

Ships:

Frankie and Rosie - Sidelines

Watched the world from the sidelines / Had nothing to prove / 'Til you came into my life / Gave me something to lose /

Val and Ron - Killer

Can the killer in me / Tame the fire in you? / Or is there nothin' left to do for us? / I am sick of the chase / But I'm hungry for blood / And there's nothin' I can do /

Susie and DeMarco - ICU

But I feel something when I see you now / I feel something when I see you / If you're a work of art / I'm standing too close / I can see the brush strokes /

Anna and Eugene - Moon Song

And if I could give you the moon / I would give you the moon / You are sick and you're married and you might be dying / But you're holding me like water in your hands /

Diana and Reg - Chelsea

And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back, baby / I'm amazed that you're alright / Oh, so long, prison boy / I won't be home with you tonight /

Gwen and Brady - Waiting Room

I want to make you drive all night just because I said maybe you should come over / I want to make you fall in love as hard as my poor parents' teenage daughter / She'll be the best you ever had if you let her /

Faye and Shifty - Punisher

What if I told you / I feel like I know you? / But we never met / And here, everyone knows you're the way to my heart / Hear so many stories of you at the bar/

George and Curt - Georgia

Georgia, Georgia, I love your son / And when he gets older, he might be the one / He might be the one / Georgia, Georgia, he has beautiful bones / And he never lies or picks up his phone /

[crestfallen-infatuation]

Heard that boy talking shit, I'ma murk his ass (Fuck 'em)

Said he got guns, I don't believe his ass (Fucker)

Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, I ain't talkin' ass (Shh)

Said he gon' kill who? Ha, I need a laugh (Haha)

Ayy, big dog $lick $loth, northside killer

Heartbreak kid, young wet Ben Stiller

How the fuck you chart on Billboard but I'm still fuckin' richer

I went platinum with no billboard, no video, no pictures

Don't give a fuck 'bout these plaques or these critiques and bitches

I'm just grindin' for my fam, get my girl what she wishes (Ayy)

Y'all fuck boys just buyin' toys, I'll pass my litmus

I done went broke, made it back tenfold, ask God, that's my witness (Ayy)

Cutthroat, let 'em know, still a savage motherfucker

Solja raggin’ at rose lookin' like juvy in that hoe

Number one stunner, I almost sent it off with Ruby

Went to Carrollton with my shirt up screamin' out bitch, "Who gon' shoot me?"

I grab the Uzi, I hit the huey

Eatin' a ten piece in a Benz, just another fuckin' Tuesday

Bitch, I'm too great

I mean too grey

Fucking the game with no foreplay

P.D. say they fuckin' with me, reminded them what a hoe would say (Uh-Uh)

Still fuck them hoes

Still coming down off them drugs from three years ago (Sheesh)

Still hoardin' most of my money, catch a feeling, bro (Damn)

Who the fuck you know with a ‘mil up they nose

Yeah, they heard, I found God like I still gon' shoot

Yeah, this motherfuckin' crackers, ain't no dispute

Fuck this whole industry, even the no names too (Fuck 'em)

Let me just tell you that I hate you, there's no need to assume (Grey, grey)

Feel like year 2000 and I'm Aaron Brooks

Take that fent, that brown, and show you how to cook

He brought the whole gang down and I ain't even shook (Pussy)

And I'ma stop right now 'cause I don't need a hook

I'm a 5'9 soldier, New Orleans stunner

Dodgin' NOPD they always out and about in the summer

I don't fuck with no New Orleans hoes, but I did when I was younger

Now I'm flyin' em in from out of state pick 'em up in the camo hummer

Still off that St. Bernard exit down by the lake

Still pullin’ up at Russell’s just to hand out free eighth’s

Still grippin’ a big body and slam the brakes 'cause I'm lit

Still courtside at the Pelican’s game but they won't say my name

Blanco Leopardo, I’m the 7th ward lord

The chopper never jams, but I still use it as a sword

Sneakin' in the cemeteries like I pre-order death

I fucked my ex on a grave, a hand popped out, grabbed her neck

Yeah, my pimping done started a fuckin' zombie outbreak (Yeah)

Told the devil not to wait up because I'ma be out late

Watch out for the sniper shootin' cars when you're drivin' through the East

Ballys on my feet, down here you either swim or you sink

East Bank born and raised but I’ve been all over (East Bank)

Catch me uptown at the fly, I don't think I ever been there sober

Catch me downtown on the stoop, I'm usually there in October

'Cross the town in the Cullinan, I know it look like a Rover (Uh)

Who that? Who that? I ride around with no tint

Get the gat, get the gat, under the seat is a MAC-10

I hear pop pop pop, and I wake up sweatin' bullets

So I moved down da bayou where it ain't so fucking humid

Yeah, I'm going through it

All these motherfuckers want something from me

These bitches see I got money, that's why they gon' try and fuck me (Haha, bitch)

They want a kid in they tummy but I wrap it up like a mummy

These fucking greasy ass hoes, I keep it clean bitch don’t touch me (Ew)

So many blood suckers out here, slay 'em all like I'm Buffy

What you want from me baby? Why you bein' so fussy?

Why don't you go down to Harrah's and see if you get lucky

If you see my granny, ask about me, she'll say she love me

I hope I die with my people, make sure my family ain’t broke

I put on for my city, I'm 504 'til I croak

I wanna die in New Orleans, yeah, this shit ain't a joke (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Just cremate my body and then lace the blunt before you smoke

[akadinosan]

🧸 'A Drive With Usagi-San' 💜 I am so excited to present a 2 part Junjou Romantica Visual Playlist! This part 1/2.

Misaki finds out what Usami Akihiko listens to in his car.

👉 Here is the link to the video - https://www.mediafire.com/file/bqvmlh06pr5ly3f/A_Drive_With_Usagi-san-A_Junjou_Romantica_Playlist.mp4/file

👉 Here is the mp3 Audio Only File - https://www.mediafire.com/file/e5yaa4hoj054mt6/A_Drive_With_Usagi-san-A_Junjou_Romantica_Playlist%2528Audio_Only%2529.mp3/file

(Youtube removed the video for copyright issues so this way the only way to make this possible!) - Don't forget to check the ending ;)

Song List:

Long Time Coming - Ready for the World

Sterilized Love - Lisa Nemzo

Call Me - Go West

I Could Get Used To This - 'Til Tuesday

One Thing Leads To Another - The Fixx

Yeah Boy - Kelsea Ballerini

Sledgehammer - Peter Gabriel

Sleeping In My Car - Roxette

Take On Me - Aha

Song Lyrics:

Long Time Coming - Ready for the World (check it out) I'm sitting in my room And waiting on the phone to ring Should I worry Should I care If you'll call me tonight

I'm jumping in my car And going too damn fast for me Should I make it Will she fake it When we do it tonight

(Chorus) It's been a long time coming (for you) x4

If your mother Only knew what I did to you Would she hate me Would she like me When we do it tonight

In the morning When I rise Will I see your face Will I be wrong, if I stay long So we can do it tonight

(Chorus)

(music…ah, ah, ah…)

I used to wake in the middle of the night Waiting for the phone to ring Now we're busy Making history Will you do it tonight

(Chorus)

If I loved you, if I hold you Would you love me tonight (I like it like that) Could we be, in love So I can love you all night (hold up wait up for a second)

Can I be the one Can I love you Can we do it all night (yea) Let the morning Be our witness Of a long long night

(Chorus)

(ohh, it's been a long time a too damn long for me of lovin' can't ya see long time !…)

2. Sterilized Love - Lisa Nemzo

Who told you that sex was dirty? Who told you about sterilized love? Well, who told you that sex was dirty? And who told you about sterilized love?

Like thin steel, ooh, give it to me Sliced nice, melt like ice

And who told you that sex was dirty? And who told you 'bout sterilized love?

(Chorus) Making love in the pouring rain Hide your tears because you're so damn vain Mirrors here, mirrors there So you can look at me getting into you Vanity Fair

Whoa, you're such a popular boy You were born with such a beautiful toy Do you know how to use it? Prove it Make it count for just one more lonely night

Who told you that sex was dirty? Who told you about sterilized love?

(Chorus)

Oh, you're such a popular boy You were born with such a beautiful toy But do you know how to use it? Prove it Make it count for just one more lonely night

Who told you that sex was dirty? And who told you about sterilized love?

(Sterilized love) x4

3. Call Me - Go West

Face to face My reflection in your eyes I was scared to say too much Perfect strangers in perfect worlds apart Almost close enough to touch Staring at my shoes Feeling so confused Shot down without a gun Victim of a hit and run

(Chorus) Won't you… Call me - call me No time to hesitate - we must communicate Call me - call me Won't you call this number now

Mesmerised I go back to where we met A reconstruction of the crime I can't track you down Nowhere to be found Now my one shot at success Is the power of the press

(Chorus)

Worlds apart - we are worlds apart Watch this space There's a message here for you No need to read between the lines I am inside out There can be no doubt I want you and no-one else Please identify yourself

(Chorus)

4. I Could Get Used To This - 'Til Tuesday

So far- Or should I take it just a little farther So good- And if I think about it, it gets better

(Chorus) I could get used to this I could get used to this I could get used to Feeling the way that I do

So long- Or should I stay just a little longer So much For keeping it a secret

(Chorus)

Oh, all the times I told myself I could never fall in love Love is just too difficult Oh, too bad I'm only talking to myself about it So sad- I guess I'm going to have to live without

(Chorus)

I know, I know, I know how it goes Baby, will I get the chance? I could get used to Feeling the way that I do.

5. One Thing Leads To Another - The Fixx

The deception with tact, just what are you trying to say? You've got a blank face, which irritates Communicate, pull out your party piece You see dimensions in two State your case with black or white But when one little cross leads to shots, grit your teeth You run for cover so discreet, why don't they (Chorus) Do what they say, say what you mean, and baby One thing leads to another You told me something wrong, I know I listen too long but then One thing leads to another

The impression that you sell Passes in and out like a scent But the long face that you see comes from living close to your fears If this is up then I'm up but you're running out of sight You've seen your name on the walls And when one little bump leads to shock miss a beat You run for cover and there's heat, why don't they

(Chorus)

One thing leads to another Then it's easy to believe Somebody's been lying to me But when the wrong word goes in the right ear I know why you've been lying to me It's getting rough, off the cuff I've got to say enough's enough Bigger the harder he falls But when the wrong antidote is like a bulge on the throat You run for cover in the heat why don't they (Chorus)

6. Yeah Boy - Kelsea Ballerini

Captured my attention, make my heart stop and listen When you look my way Blue jeans and a ball cap, thinking that you're all that And I'm thinking the same You got that something in your eyes, I think about it all the time If you ever wonder if I wanna make you mine

(Chorus)

Yeah, boy I'm digging what you're doing Yeah, boy I'm trying to keep it cool But you're making it hard, I'm wishing your arms Were wrapping me up tight Yeah, boy You shine and you can't even help it Yeah, boy Your eyes could make the moon jealous And if you wanna know if I wanna be your girl tonight Yeah, boy

Every song that's playing gets me thinking about you, baby And the way you roll So let's put down the drop top, burn a little blacktop Off of that road Baby, what we waiting on? The stars are out, the night is young If you wanna know if I wanna go and get gone

(Chorus)

Yeah, boy I wanna take a little ride with you Yeah, boy I wanna spend a little time with you Yeah, boy I wanna sip a little wine with you, oh Yeah, boy I wanna take a little ride with you Yeah, boy I wanna spend a little time with you Yeah, boy I wanna sip a little wine with you, oh

(Chorus)

Yeah, boy (Yeah, boy I wanna take a little ride with you Yeah, boy I wanna spend a little time with you Yeah, boy I wanna sip a little wine with you, oh Yeah, boy) X2

7. Sledgehammer - Peter Gabriel

You could have a steam train If you'd just lay down your tracks You could have an aeroplane flying If you bring your blue sky back All you do is call me I'll be anything you need

You could have a big dipper Going up and down, all around the bends You could have a bumper car, bumping This amusement never ends

(Chorus)

I wanna be your sledgehammer Why don't you call my name? Ah oh, let me be your sledgehammer This will be my testimony Yeah (yeah)

Show me 'round your fruit cage 'Cause I will be your honey bee Open up your fruit cage Where the fruit can be sweet as can be

(Chorus)

Ah, I'm your sledgehammer Let there be no doubt about it I get it right, I kicked the habit (kicked the habit, kicked the habit) Shed my skin (shed my skin) This is the new stuff (this is the new stuff) I go dancing in (we go dancing in) Oh, won't you show for me? (Show for me) I will show for you (show for you) Please, show for me (show for me) Huh, I will show for you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you (show for me)

8. Sleeping In My Car - Roxette

I'll tell you what I've done I'll tell you what I'll do Been driving all night Just to get close to you Baby babe, I'm moving so fast You'd better come on

The moon is alright The freeway's heading south My heart is going boom There's a strange taste in my mouth Baby babe, I'm moving real fast So try to hold on Try to hold on

(Chorus)

Sleeping in my car, I will undress you Sleeping in my car, I will caress you Staying in the backseat of my car, making out

So come out tonight I'll take you for a ride This steamy ol' wagon The radio is getting wild Baby babe, we're moving so fast I try to hang on Oh, I try to hang on (Chorus)

Sleeping in my car, I will possess you Sleeping in my car, certainly bless you Laying in the backseat of my car, making out

The night is so pretty and so young The night is so pretty and so young So very young

Sleeping in my car, I will undress you Sleeping in my car, I will caress you Staying in the backseat of my car making love, to you Sleeping in my car, I will possess you Sleeping in my car, certainly bless you

Laying in the backseat of my car, making out, making out Sleeping in my car, I will undress you Sleeping in my car The night is so pretty and so young, yeah.

9. Take On Me - Aha

We're talking away I don't know what I'm to say I'll say it anyway Today is another day to find you Shyin' away Oh, I'll be comin' for your love, okay

(Chorus)

Take on me (Take on me) Take me on (Take on me) I'll be gone In a day or two

So needless to say I'm odds and ends But I'll be stumblin' away Slowly learnin' that life is okay Say after me It's no better to be safe than sorry

(Chorus)

All the things that you say, yeah Is it life or just to play my worries away? You're all the things I've got to remember You're shyin' away I'll be comin' for you anyway

Take on me (Take on me) Etc.

Credits:

A Junjou Romantica upbeat playlist featuring Misaki Takahashi & Usami Akihiko (Usagi-san) - Anime Playlist for (純情ロマンチカ)

All footage used belongs to Kadokawa Shoten and are taken from my own personal bought collection of DVD's.

Find me at: Instagram - @akadinosan_ Email - akadinosan@gmail.com

[quaranmine]

writing patterns tag game

tagged by @chrysalizzm while i was at work :D this sounds like a fun one i haven't seen it yet. Gonna just go down my AO3 list

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Letters from the Lookout

There’s a painting laying on Scar’s table, and it’s still (tragically) wet. 

2. The Incandescence of a Dying Light

Grian remembers it because it’s 7:30 PM on a Tuesday evening, and he’s sitting at his desk in front of the window trying to catch the early evening slanted sunbeams on his sketchbook.

3. leave a light on for me

The thought comes to him late at night, as thoughts of these types often do. 

4. the here and now

Joel wakes up thrashing, sitting straight up in his bed.

5. i'll be waiting here 'til the stars fall out of the sky

There was a poem by T.S. Eliot that famously ended with the line: This is how the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper. 

6. do you see no ghosts in me at all?

Grian hummed, putting the final touches on his sheep farm.

7. Gadus morhua

It was a casual sort of meeting day with Joel down by the docks of the Cod Empire.

8. Lonesome Dreams

Jimmy awakes with a gasp and start, and there is a beat driving itself through his head, ding, ding, ding, ding– and it would be beating in time with his heart if his heart weren’t hammering wildly out of his chest.

9. How to Be a Human Being

So, let’s get a few things straight.

10. some kind of trouble is coming

Scar is fascinated by the allay.

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Observations:

I typically don't care too much about my opening sentences. I know they're supposed to be important hooks, but I find it far too easy to get hung up on them and prefer to just start. Just pick a spot, a feeling, a moment, and write from that point on. I guess I assume the plot summary/concept and the rest of the beginning will hook a reader, and not just the first sentences. I put wayyyy more effort into ending lines and where I break scenes. So with all that said: I feel like one of the strongest on the list here is IBW, because that's a sentence that was planned lmao. I also have two with characters waking up.

Also, I did not realize I had posted enough fics since htbahb that it is close to dropping off the list!

I tag, no pressure and no worry if you have less than 10 published: @ivi-prism and @darkaviarymc and @bidoofenergy :]

[silkysnowflakes]

Y/N X Jesus

`He goes down on me Hoping that I would give him what he desires. Little did he know, I dreamt of him touching a helpless bug like a shiny bitch. I really needed to have that kind of feeling for eternity. As I took a fat gulp of his sweat when he gagged on my toes, he growled and snarled at me. I really felt it touch the deepest part of my vajayjay. As he whispered the alphabet in my belly button, I shook in excitement. My teeth chattered against his pubes while he gripped my grippers reassuringly. Suddenly I peed on his keys and he was smirking at the flustered mess I had on tuesday. Then he jumped down onto my uterus aggressively, asserting his dominance. 

”Kitten, don't make daddy horny” He whimpers, making babies out of tissue paper. He liked babies that squirt all over his massive schlong. 

“Go down Jesus, I'm waiting for your babies to stop squirting.” I moaned.

“But I like babies that squirt all over my juicy meat grippers” He grunts as he stomps on the pool floaties i'm currently eating.

Pissing on the bench, I decided that Jesus wasn't meant to be my husbando, but we still have children and Michael Jackson's sexual fantasies. He groped my grippers when I moaned cutely Nya~. I slapped his Testes triumphantly with cockiness. Jesus ate my coochie like an apple, making me tinkle and sprinkle cutely. I really felt violated by his eyelashes. They were so long and thick, just enough to touch my deepest crevice of my ovaries. As he huffed and puffed and cuffed my tatas, making my hairs moist and slick, squishing my eyeballs. Then I farted so cutely. 

“Damn shawty” Jesus said, “I want you to ligma testes” 

He ate my sensitive little fingernail seductively with passion. 

“Ouch,” Jesus exclaimed. “You hot caterpillar. I am penetrated by your kidneys”

I moaned softly in response. In the background, I could hear careless whispers playing as he merges into my scalp. My body is trembling as he's in my scalp and I flick his toes swedely.. “Want a break from the ads?” He whispers in my nostril, unsure if I can continue with his goofy ahh antics. Then we fucked til the witching hour on a sunday church service. He grunted sexily with frustration as he tried to pull shit out of my clit. Then he squirted silly string cutely with pleasure, indefinitely causing a seizure. His long schlong stabbed my liver as he convulsed the holy spirit out of me. Then, Jesus died. It only took three seconds for him to be resurrected. I sighed in annoyance and stabbed him to make sure he wouldn’t resurrect again. Then a bright light shone in my eyes, effectively blinding me. 

“H-HOW!?” I screamed “You’re supposed to be dead!”

“You thought! Nerd.” Jesus said before taking out a belt and beating me with it.

“HARDER” I yelped. I could feel him holding back. Jesus wasn't beating me properly, and it was making me angry.  

edit: YES I know it looks unfinishded but trust me do you REALLY want me to keep going?

[loveandscience]

been in and out of intense anxiety the last couple days, so maybe writing it here will help

Okay so my old dentist who I loved retired, and gave his practice over to a new guy. Tuesday, I went to try out the new dentist and very loudly in the next room while I had my teeth cleaned, he was telling someone how they didn't need a crown or something because God designed the perfect teeth system?????

And as soon as he introduces himself to me, he out of the blue goes on about a "beautiful sermon I heard" on the way to work, and how this really ill woman had so much faith that she would just get better, and that she "touched Jesus" and was instantly healed. I'm sitting there with his sharp tools in my mouth and he's going on a religious rant and what the fuck am I going to do? He does tell me I have 2 cavities, then overcharges me for the cleaning and "exam."

Decided I really needed a new fucking dentist, and thankfully my friends suggested some to try. So Wednesday, I called a place and they got me in, and they were so nice and professional and I really liked them! They did another exam on me and apparently the last dentist (maybe the one before, too) had missed an entire fucking dead tooth???? It's been discolored for years but old dentist never thought it was an issue... Apparently it's dead and needs a root canal. Who the fuck knows how long it's been dead. Terrifying. Also they say it's 3 cavities not 2.

Anxious about the root canal, I've never had one, and it's so expensive. The same day I have my root canal, I also am driving somewhere I've never been an hour away to see my new liver doctor, and that's also terrifying.

On top of those expenses, I'm hoping to sign kiddo up for Brazilian Jiu Jitsu lessons bc I think it'll be really good for them and they are really interested.

But I've also had several clients transition to every other week or end, which is good they're doing better. I also have less income though so need to market again for new clients. Husband was planning to increase his income by taking classes paid for by work, but the classes are taking so long that I wouldn't be surprised if it takes all year, which is not what we'd hoped for a timeline.

Pet Day at kiddo's school is coming up and last year's Pet Day, we brought our cat who ended up dying shortly after. He had cancer which obviously wasn't caused by Pet Day, but I do think he picked up a virus which might have exacerbated the cancer. I'm planning to make sure every kid sanitizes their hands before touching the cat we bring this time, and bringing the young healthy one instead of the old frail one. Still some anxiety.

Wanted to take kiddo to this snow place in FL this weekend, but tickets plus parking are 100 dollars, yikes. So been incredibly anxious about that. Just before clicking buy I checked and it's supposed to be thunderstorms that day, so texted the friend we were planning to go with and hoping we can put that off... Really anxious they might have already bought tickets even though they said they'd wait til after I bought ours (maybe they could pick up on my anxiety around committing, idk).

So the common theme, laying these all out, seems to be financial. Which is sad, because I wanted to scale back on work and be able to rest more and focus on my health, but with husband not likely to be making much more money any time soon, it means I need to work more hours. Which is hard with the amount of dr appointments I'm going to have to be having.

At least... I got a little while of getting to work out almost daily and rest up.

[intheseautumnhands]

I am begging my brain to remember how to focus on something for a little bit, please.

[worldsover]

BarelyLegalGirls2021Scene9.mov.exe ft. Jiheon

words ✦ 3741

genres ✧ the sort of thing that trips your antivirus; budding porn star!Jiheon

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“Isn’t this shit kinda exploitative?” you say in the dressing room. Well, it’s more of a big closet, but the porn set is just a house anyway.

“Dude, she’s eighteen, right there on the driver’s license,” the director says. He has tribal tattoos, a puka shell necklace, and honest-to-goodness flame patterns on his dress shirt. His existence alone would revive Friendster in 2021. The smell of his Axe—Phoenix?—body spray is so heavy, he would kill it again in 2022 when people smell him through the internet.

Baek Jiheon, April 17, 2003. Hate the way the light draws attention to the date, even if she isn’t much younger than you. “I guess I feel weird about it.”

He taps his foot. The guy looks like he has to dedicate all his brain’s resources to do it. "So like, when does it stop becoming weird?”

“Uhh… Eighteen and a half?"

"Okay, so. Um, what if we shot this a day earlier than that then? Hmm?”

Tilt your head.

“How 'bout two days earlier? A week?”

“Wait, wait, wait a sec. I know where this is going.”

“Okay, chill, when she’s not legal, stop there. Whatever. But like, actually think. Man ain't bald 'til there ain’t hair on his head.”

"Wow. Didn’t know Eubulides was a sleazy porn director."

“The fuck Obladi Oblada you talkin' about? Fuck you, I’m not sleazy. Anyway, you ever check the actual legal age?”

“What the fuck! Eugh.” Crease your face in disgust. “Fuck's wrong with you?"

“Get off your high horse. Remember Friday?"

Petite, smiley blonde, small breasts, easy to work with and handle for the scene.

"She was like, so coked out of her mind, she could’ve changed her name to Tuesday with how little she paid attention even though it was like Wednesday in the first place!” He waves his arms in the air, as if he said something so clever.

“Whatever you say, dude.”

“What? Not funny? I’m just saying! None of this shit’s real man. It’s all legal. Who cares? At least don’t feel weird about the bag. Plus you know, like, getting to fuck a tight young bod. Heh. Hehe.”

The director gestures at the outline of a human-sized Coca Cola glass bottle, then proceeds to spank it, having a great time imagining air jiggle even when you walk away.

You find Jiheon in the bathroom, touching up her makeup. Her pink hair stands out to your eyes at first. She looks more like someone who would make subpar Onlyfans content rather than gonzo porn. To be fair, she would make bank doing it when you catch a glimpse of her adorable face and the curves, especially on her waist. The sash really accentuates how fit she is. But you have to stop yourself from apologizing before saying anything else.

“Ahem. Look, I gotta say, I’ve fucked a lot of girls.”

“That’s good,” Jiheon says without sarcasm, nonplussed at your confession. Her eyes swivel and strike into yours.

“Wh-what I mean is, I don’t say this often, or at all really, but if you need help or something...”

“Wow.” Her lips exaggerate opening to say the word. “I’m getting a porn actor to simp for me. Really?"

“Huh?”

Jiheon caresses your muscles. “Oppa, tell me, why do I need help?”

Avoid her eyes before you eventually reply. You don’t mean to back her up to the mirror. Her thighs squish against the corner of the sink as she leans backwards, but she shows no discomfort. Jiheon’s not really the one stuck in a corner. “Okay, you got me, you fucking got me. The fuck are you doing here?”

“Tsk. I wanna hear it,” she says in a sing-songy voice.

You sigh. “I’ll put it in plain words. I fuck six to sevens caked in makeup. Do anything else. For fuck’s sake, sell ice cream in the winter and put your face on the advertising. Why are you here?”

“Doesn’t sound like plain words.”

“You’re too pretty to be here. Get out. Touch grass and smell the morning air, please.”

“Isn’t that the best part? Seeing a cute innocent girl like me become a slut for porn?”

Your mouth falls out of your mouth. Jiheon's mouth curls into a smile. It’s blinding.

“But what if I like being fucked by strangers?” she asks, her voice rising. “Plus you’re guaranteed to have a nice cock! Soo, you said you fucked a lot of girls before right?”

Nod slowly. She turns around, bends over on the sink and licks at her lipstick. Her asscheeks poke out from under her shorts.

“Well, I’m an adult now. Fucking use me like one.”

You really do have a crisis of faith. Why are you here? Is this really right?

It lasts two seconds with Jiheon wiggling her ass.

What an ordeal, getting your porn-approved cock to fit between her denim shorts—Levi’s fits well around her legs—but you’re in such exhilaration that you don’t bother with stripping.

“Oh? Really? You’re gonna miss the hole like that?” she asks teasingly.

Slide up and down between her legs. Your lips rest on her neck, but your touch has to be light, don’t want to have to redo the makeup. Then again, you look at her in the reflection. A hickey before she even starts would suit her. Could really play up the promiscuous angle in the scene.

“I wasn’t going for that. Your legs looked great but I had to check if they felt just as good,” you say.

“Do they?”

It’s more like her wetness is doing the heavy work of making her texture feel great, but you let her know anyway. “They do.”

“Now that’s that good dick I was looking for, f-fuck.”

As your cock slips into its desired home, Jiheon smirks in the mirror as she reverses her butt into your crotch, trying to hold in her volume. She has you wrapped around her finger. Well, her pussy’s the one doing the wrapping with its incredible friction, even tighter than the fabric of her shorts, but you take no time to consider the consequences. Grab onto the sash around her waist and thrust up. Each one is its own event, which is incredible considering how many girls you’ve fucked. Every fold is magnified on your sensitive shaft, the slippery walls clasp and ease perfectly in sync with yours. You only get a dozen or so in before you’re interrupted.

“Filming in ten!”

You might be thankful for the interruption. It’d be embarrassing cumming in a minute after all the talk. Her tightness drags you along by the cock for a few steps anyway before she lifts her ass, disconnects herself from you to earn a grunt from your throat, and then skips away.

“So, my bud here was having a little dilemma or something,” the director says. Look away from his gaze.

Jiheon looks at him, then the camera, then back at him. “Oh, I don’t think there’s gonna be any problems here. Isn’t that right, oppa?”

“Yep. Great.”

The two of you practice your positions on the couch and take some promotional pictures before the main event. There isn’t much of a script other than the physical action, just like how there isn’t much of a crew other than a lighting guy, a mic guy and the director, now a photographer. You don’t actually penetrate her in the photos, finding clever cinematic angles in more exposed states of dress. When she takes her solo shots for the cover, you note her modeling ability. She really could be doing anything else, but instead she’s here, choosing to get paid to fuck on camera.

You have a feeling it isn’t even about the money at all.

“Pose. Pose. Pose.”

Can’t really move. Jiheon is on top of you, her ass weighing down on your dick in a reverse cowgirl stance, though her legs are in between yours as though she’s giving you a lapdance. With each “Pose”, she drags her ass back. Forth. Back and forth. Bite your tongue to not let out some stupid moan.

“Hey girl, what’s that on your neck?” the director asks.

“Oh, we just had a little, hmm, practice session,” Jiheon replies.

The director rounds his mouth. “W-well, you should’ve filmed that.”

“Good point!” Jiheon looks back, her bare, perfect pussy bearing down on your cock. “Next time,” she says in a loud whisper.

Her entrance swathes your cock and a single motion would wriggle it inside.

Jiheon does more than a single motion.

“Damn, is this recording?” The director says, setting his DSLR down for the larger camera. “Whew, it is.”

The light bounces off her milky skin and you’re blessed to receive that light, to watch that ass bounce over and over again on your cock. She goes for a long time, the director taking the film camera and putting it next to your face.

“Yes, yes, yes, I fucking love this cock,” she rasps.

Light guy mirrors the director and puts his thumb up in approval to let Jiheon know this is great footage.

Girls usually need lube to ride you with this kind of intensity. Clearly, Jiheon isn’t a usual girl.

Match Jiheon’s pace to create photogenic ripples on her ass. As it turns out, Jiheon is built to be on camera because her juices are delectably creamy around your shaft and her lips grip in a way that would make any viewer jealous. Most other guys would be done here too, not a chance they’d last this long with Jiheon riding for her life.

Good thing you’ve had your beauty rest. Fucking two other girls in a day also helps, but the most important thing is counting in your head to distract yourself. It’s a bit like counting sheep to try to sleep, but instead it's the number of thrusts into her pussy to focus and last longer.

Jiheon dismounts and lays on top of you. Her soft tits press against you as she kisses and her nipples are firm enough to tickle your chest. The ends of your tongues meet like she’s trying to make her ends meet. No, it’s too passionate to be about money.

Maybe she’s a great actress.

“Alright, that’s probably enough of that. Put your clothes back on by the way, we gotta get a striptease for the camera,” the director says.

She licks at the string of spit between her lips before she picks her clothes back up from the floor.

Past the first bit, there’s little improv and the porn scene goes nearly to script. You can tell Jiheon is a great dancer. Her form is much more graceful than the other clumsy girls who can barely pull their panties off without tripping. To be fair, she has a bit of trouble taking hers off herself. The wet spot in her pink panties isn’t just decorative, she has to peel the sticky thing. Guess you should’ve filmed the preliminary scene after. Then again, yet again, it looks great on camera.

Jiheon takes off her halter crop top and her simple black bra with a flirty wiggle as she pulls the clothes up.

Interrupt her to add one more moment of unrehearsed content. “Keep that waist strap thing. It’ll look great, really shows off how tight your curves are.”

“I know it’ll do more than look great. And I know some other things that are tighter,” she says with a playful lilt.

Her smile is maddening. It’s cheeky, almost as much as her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth turn up in a way that makes you want to fuck her face. That’s not in the script though. You’re content with what is. Sit on the couch with your hands behind your head. The director circles around the two of you as Jiheon kneels in front of you, then he settles on a spot above your shoulder to get your point of view.

What a gorgeous point of view. Jiheon stares and crosses her eyes at the firm length on her nose and mouth. “It’s so big and mouth-watering. Mhm.”

“Suck my dick then. Make your mouth water,” you say.

She pouts and nods, then licks at it, all the way from your balls to right beneath its tip. Jiheon rests her tongue there for a moment. “Ahhh. You wike the way my tongue feehs on yoh cock?”

“Yeah, that’s the ticket, baby.”

Jiheon takes a sniff from top to bottom, revelling in your length as she slobbers from head to base. Then she takes it down her throat at once while her tongue drags along the bottom of the shaft. She knows exactly how to spit the right amount to create strands that shine in the harsh light before she slurps it up.

“That’s right,” you say, noting her eye for detail when she looks up at you but quickly focuses back on the camera.

Those eyes flutter and plead as though she doesn’t already have exactly the cock she wants. Jiheon’s gags are few and far between, but she adds the lewd noises that everyone craves such as vibrating moans that signal just how much she enjoys the dick in her mouth.

Grab her dyed hair. It’s sweaty, the ends are covered in spit and precum, and it’s all frazzled. Her makeup is much the same.

“You look pretty like this though. That’s right, you’re such a gorgeous little cocksucker, aren’t you? Down girl.”

Still on her knees, she turns around and gets her hands on the floor as well. You kneel too, lining up your cockhead with her entrance with one hand while the other gives her ass the slaps it deserves. You also slap her perfect pussy with your shaft three times before you propel forward. The tightness of her lips succumb to the width and you have to hold in your groans.

Don’t wanna be that guy that selfishly fills the audio with your sounds of pleasure, even though you know women watch this too and enjoy your noises. Instead, you consciously manage a fair mix of sound. The wet slapping of your waist against hers, your moans, her moans.

Ten. Twenty. Thirty.

With a finger curling against the corner of her mouth, she sucks on it happily like it’s your dick. To be honest, you do it to cut Jiheon’s only amateurish habit of repeating “Yeah, yeah, fuck, yeah” to let the viewer’s ears breath.

Good to know you’re putting a smile on the sound guy’s face too.

She’s right, it does more than look great and of course, you already know from your earlier rehearsal, but the sash on her waist is even better fucking her in doggystyle. It’s unfortunate you have to switch positions every five minutes, though you’re a bit thankful, you need to last as well. Jiheon is too great at pressing her legs together to squeeze your cock.

However, changing stances so often also gets tiring. Cowgirl. Missionary on the couch, with you on top, holding her chin and whispering sweet nothings, then her on top, nibbling at your ears and lips. You even pick her up, her legs around your waist and your hands on her butt. Jiheon is just perfect to hold in your arms as you thrust into her.

“Use me, stud. Use me like the fucking toy I am,” she whispers. “Break me in. Show me what a porn star can do. Be honest. You like fucking someone as young as me right? You love ruining eighteen year old girls with this cock, turning them into addicts. I think I might be too. I think I might be too. I think I might turn into a fiend for this dick, you know that? You’re a bad person. Ff, fuck but you have a great cock.“

You don’t mind leaving some things off the record.

You’ve lost count. Who cares about records?

The director has to tap on you to remind you you’re on film. “G-great. Great scene, really passionate.”

You hate him a bit but it helps. You would carry her all the way to your home and continue this scene without an audience without the reminder. As well, while you definitely enjoy your job, you appreciate the breathers before the facial scene.

“Oppa, what’s the syringe for? Gonna give me my third dose or something?” she says, hitting your arm where it’d be vaccinated.

“Right, we didn’t tell you, this is a lot better anyway. It’s just moisturizer and lotion that looks like a heavy load.”

Jiheon sticks her lip out. “Wait really? But, but, I really want your cum on my face.”

A breath through your rounded mouth. “Maybe we can do that later.”

Even as you stroke your dick with two hands, you have trouble holding your climax in for the first time in a long time. Usually the camera guy blocking a view of the girl’s face helps stop that. You attribute it to Jiheon’s zealous pre-production, though it’s more like a pre-game instead; she looks sufficiently cock-drunk on her knees. She seems unsure what to do with her hands, whether to put it on her thighs obediently or help you along with your handjob, but it’s too late when she takes her hands off her knees.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” you say in a low voice as the director spurts the fake load from above the camera. The white viscous fluid gets all over her cheeks, eyes and tongue. She tries her best to appear excited as she licks at the goo around her mouth and spreads it but you know there’s a bit of disappointment in her face.

“Aaand cut. Seriously, great scene everyone!”

Everyone claps, so you join along.

As you learn quickly, Jiheon is quite the method actor, she loves immersing herself in her role. Jiheon pulls you aside to the bedroom and keeps that same expression, not bothering to put on clothes while the film crew wraps up. She even takes off the final article of clothing, that sash, and gives you a show while she’s at it, turning around and flaunting her perky ass as she pulls the fabric down

“So, we are working together again right?”

“Can’t say I mind.” It’s pretty funny how quickly you accept your change of pace, but you’re already here anyway.

“I’m really looking forward to our creampie scenes,” Jiheon says with a huge grin. She aligns your cock in her squat, while you lie down on the dusty bed, your hands unable to react.

“Um, I’m not paying you for this.”

“Doesn’t sound like a no to me. And sure you are, mmm,” Jiheon moans when she grabs your cock and teases her pussy lips with your tip.

Her noises of pleasure are more realistic than in her scene. Or at least she doesn’t sound like a dentist—it’s like all amateurs make the same hissing inhale sounds.

“This dick is great payment.”

Her enthusiastic ride on top also starts much like in the scene, but it becomes a tight embrace as you sit up against the back of the bed. Her lap slams into yours. You’re closer to a bumbling virgin than porn star, doing nothing while this irresistible girl—woman—jumps up and down on your dick. Warm pulses inundate your body, sealing the deal.

“Sorry, I don’t think, hah, I’m gonna last too long.”

“That’s fine, this was supposed to be my cum earlier.”

You growl while your pistoning speeds up. “Shit, I’m gonna fucking, I’m gonna—”

“Cum inside? Yess. Do it. Do it, do it, cum inside, cum inside my pussy, paint my little pussy, coat it, fucking give it all. Please, please, pleease.” Even when she’s not being recorded, Jiheon sings a dirty song and wraps her legs around your waist like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do.

Somehow, Jiheon clamps around your cock even harder and you can’t do anything but seal her lips in a deep kiss. One pump, two. You always count. But now all you can count are the seconds that your brain is mush as you give Jiheon the creampie she wants. You explode inside of her, everything throbbing and writhing, so all she does is hold you and kiss you tighter. Her lips are sealed but you can hear her mumble words of appreciation in your mouth. Again, Jiheon’s juices lather your cock white, but this time when she dismounts slowly, you can see your cum’s contribution.

Maybe it doesn’t play as well on film, but real semen looks great being cleaned up by an eager mouth with Jiheon’s face hastily finding your crotch. It’s soft again and maybe a little sore because she hasn’t stopped sucking away, but the blood rushes back to your loins as quickly as it left.

Jiheon spreads her ass prone on the mattress in front of you and you’re like steel once more.

She turns her head and smirks again. That’ll definitely be a signature look for her in the future. “We should get the camera for this one. Your load’s gonna look really good dripping out my pussy onto your cock.”

Jiheon pulls on her cheeks further. Her gooey lips almost refuse to part, like two lovers unsure if their relationship is worthwhile, stuck together only by circumstance—circumstances in this circumstance being a string of girl cum and your cum.

“C’mon... daddy.”

With your sore, throbbing cockhead, you help them break up.

What a messy breakup.

This shouldn’t be on camera.

However, you can’t deny the picturesque allure of Jiheon coating your shaft in circumstance.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

AFF, AO3

This was originally a quickie but Jiheon is too hot. Someone had to do it.

[vidalinav]

If you are taking any more requests for snippets could you do one of Stu(died) pls 💕

This chapter is late... but I'm assuming y'all still want this chapter, so I'll just give you the kiss scene. You know my thanks for waiting since y'all will wait more.

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“I brought you a present," Cassian says, as calmly as he can muster. His heart feels as if it's caught in his throat, thumping so loudly he can hear it ringing in his ears.

Nesta looks to the present in his hands. His wrapping skills are messy at best, but the wrapping paper is chosen for her. There's books all over it.

“It’s not even Christmas," she says, but there's no malice in her voice. Only caution.

“But it’s something you want.”

Nesta looks at the present warily but she takes it. She unwraps it like he thought she would. All care for the paper and none of the mess. She'll save it, he knows. Because Nesta saves everything. Every note. Every notebook. 

Cassian watches as her eyes get big and he restrains himself from grinning wide. Nesta holds up the book with a gasp. “This doesn’t come out 'til next Tuesday!”

“I found it in a bookstore when we went to the tree farm," Cassian explains, plainly. There’s a picture of a half-naked man on the front and to say the clerk looked at him weird for buying two made him think that bookshop in Alexandra was a touch on the judge-y side. “I bought one for Emerie too, so you can both squeal about it but you don't have to share.”

Nesta stares at the book in awe, flipping to the back and running her fingers along the hardcover. Cassian waits patiently, running his hands down his pajama pants. They always seem so clammy when she's near.

Suddenly Nesta looks concerned. Her mouth twists, her skin crinkles between the brows.

She looks angry and Cassian takes a step back, holding up his hands. "Do you not like--"

Her lips are on his and her arms wrap around his neck. Cassian can't think, he can't pull away.

Cassian can’t remember his own name.

Her lips are soft and she smells like vanilla, and she presses against him so sweetly.

[hxnmantii]

Class 1-A and their car habits

tw: crack/fluff, cursing

People: Bakugo, Shoto, Izuku, Sero, Kiri, iida, Mina x mostly gn!reader (Mina is the only one that’s implied female!reader)

Ratings: PG

A/n: yuuhh get into💋 I personally would like to ride with Shoto. I just wanna hold his hand👉🏾👈🏾 but not on no simp shit. Originally, this was going to be just boys but who would I be if my gay self didn’t add the queen herself? Anyways, Who would you like to ride with?

Bakugo~

Bakugo does that sexy ass thing where he drives with one hand on the wheel and one hand on your thigh and when you don’t pay him enough attention he’ll lightly squeeze your thigh. This man does NOT share the aux....his stingy ass. He says he doesn’t wanna listen “to your trash music” but will play bxmb threat and NBA Youngboy at full capacity with the windows down. If you beg enough maybe he’ll play 1 Nicki song. But he will throw a fit and act like he doesn’t like Nicki even though he knows all of the lyrics. Altough he’s really uptight about his car, he enjoys driving and picking up the Bakusquad in it because he likes to feel useful and needed. No doubt about it, this man has road rage. He’s screaming outside the window and in the car about how someone cut him off and when someone screams back him, he’s like “Pull over right now cuz those sound like fighting words to me.” Now y’all in the back of a cop car and 30 minutes late to your dinner date. You are not, I repeat, you are NOT allowed to even think about eating in his car unless he’s got that plastic wrapping on his car. He treats his car so good (at some point you think he likes the care better than you) her name is Bethany. I-

Shoto~

Shoto has one hand on the wheel and one hand in your hand, stroking your hand from time to time and kissing the back of it. He had a sleek gray sliver car with a sunroom (he never actually uses) that goes fast and he likes going real fast because what they gon do, give him a ticket??? When his dad the number one hero??? Try again. He’s also the type to flick off the cops as he driving by because ACAB. He’s always wearing a gold Rolex and you got your nails done so when you hold his, the acrylics compliment his hand and watch.(like the pictures from Pinterest) You guys ride in comfortable silence. It’s so calming riding with him because although you’re slightly anxious with how fast he’s going, you’re at somewhat ease because he’s doing it so smoothly and you trust him. His windows are tinted because once again he’s the son of a pro hero and people are nosy, neither you or him like that. Although you don’t really need the assistance with Shoto being a living AC and heater in one, his seats have buttons for each seat and you can warm your bum. His car had the clean car smell...it just smells really clean. He’s got a bunch of condiments and napkins in his glove department. He doesn’t know where they came from. His whole vibe in his car is rich and elegant. He gets his car professional wash every Tuesday and you are required to come.

Kirishima

Kiri’s got a big ass red GMC truck and he gave the truck these monster wheels so it’s a force to be reckoned with. Her name is Sophie and like Bakugo, he loves her dearly but makes it clear to you that he’s love you more than her. He does the sexy ass thing where he’s got one hand on the wheel and one hand tightly holding on to your head rest so his arms flexing and he’s backing up with a concentrated look. that is so hot to me. He’s got a sticker on the back that says “honk if you’re manly” . He definitely would let you take the aux because you guys made a playlist of songs you chose together. He would be the type to start dancing when a good song came on, almost hitting someone in the process because he took both hands off the steering wheel out of excitement. He’s got road rage but not enough to actually start shouting or flicking someone off. In the trunk of Kirishima’s car, he’s got at least 5 different protein bottles as well a case of water and some jump rope. He says “You never know when I’ll need it to work out” but he has his personal gym?? Anyways, he has a specific section in his closet for red button ups because he likes to match Sophie when he drives her😭 I hate to say it but Kiri looks like a hill billy especially since he’s got those shoulder cut out button ups. He’s cute with it and he’s happy so you somewhat tolerate it

Midoriya

Izuku has more of a family car like a soccer mom car or a dark green Ford explore because he likes to pick everybody up to hang out and he needs space since he’s got a lot of them. Not to mention, he also likes to cruise and enjoy his time with you no matter where y’all go because we all know this man is a simppp. At every stop light, he’s gently grabbing your face and either kissing you on your cheek or forehead. He tried giving you a kiss on the lips once but he got so caught on the feeling that he ended up holding up the line and everybody was honking and made at him. He was so embarrassed that he now waits til you guys get to your destination to do all that extraness. Being the big fan he is, naturally he has some All might themed seatbelts and has all might stickers all over his steering wheel. He also has little all Might figurine on his dashboard that he prays to get him out of car trouble. Genuinely think it’s works too. Izuku in his trunk has a bunch of workout gear and gaze cuz he’s sexy like that. He does not have road rage at all....maybe a little. He might flick someone off but that’s as far as it goes. He definitely gives you the aux because he loves watching how lively you get it. (Y/n) “Do you know your Megan baby?”🥰 (ZuZu) “Y-yes?”

Iida

Now hear me out...Iida has a motorcycle. He’s got a need for speed that cars can’t really fufill because you can’t weave through other cars like a motorcycle can. His motorcycle has the highest tech on it naturally. It’s all black but has lights underneath it so he can change it by phone and ofc it’s always blue. You guys also have matching helmets that are Bluetooth so you’re able to talk to one another without having to yell very much. When you guise stop, he rubbing your arms to make sure that you’re okay and/if you need to pull over. Now when he’s not riding the motorcycle he’s got a Tesla. He preaches about the law and following the rules but when he get in the car, that’s a different story. With him you better either hold on tight to him or you better get double seat belt buckles for extra protection because he’s about to try and race the flash. (And you thought Shoto was bad) You get out thanking the universe for letting you touch ground again. Iida got the type of car that if you even breathe incorrectly around it, it’s going off and waking up the whole damn neighborhood. When iida first got his car, he read everything up on it so he would be fully able to use the car to its full potiential meaning that he’s got Siri set up, he can lock the door from his car, and watch the cameras on his house through the screen of his car. The Bluetooth is automatically connected to his phone so no you will not be getting the aux but you can play some tunes form his phone. He’ll even make you a playlist on Apple Music with his rich self.

Sero

Sero’s got a red convertible with tan seats and the weather allows it, his top is always down. His car always smells so good because he uses the wild cherry air freshener in his car. He blasts bad bunny and daddy Yankee as y’all are cruising slightly over the speed light. He also likes blasting Ski Mask. He’s the type to sing you the words while gently holding your face and singing to you with a lovey dovey smile on his face. He’s very respectful and turns down his music when entering neighborhoods because he doesn’t wanna mess with the vibes. You two have matching glasses that says queen/ king on yours and king on his. He definitely has some throw dice hanging from his mirror along with a picture of you and him taped to his dashboard cuz he’s also a simp. He’s always has a packet of Extra gum in his middle console along with warm water bottles. If police pulls him over, he definitely the type to start flirting with him so the officer just to make him uncomfortable enough to let him off with a warning. For a fact, he has the Puerto Rican flag on the antenna of his car. He has Led lights and likes them to be colorful rather than on one color. Sero definitely jogs around the front to open the door for you because he’s a jester and a gentleman in one. His part of his car is that the top can go down solely for the fact that the sun always highlights your skins so well.

Mina

Do I even need to say anything about the Pink queen herself?? She has a cute pink steering wheel case with matching pink seats and ofc she has a bedazzled stick shift. She has a Jeep. She the type of person to has matching glasses with her interior and when you get in the car, she’s putting her music on shuffle: a dangerous move because you go from Brent Faiyaz to Jhene Aiki to fucking Cardi B, Flo Mili, and etc. When you unbuckle your seat to start twerking in the seat, she’s automatically going to start hyping you up. She’s got one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on your ass smacking it as you fuck it up in the passenger seat. Y’all are literally swerving from side to side and let’s be honest here, Mina is not that good of a driver so you have almost gotten in an accident multiple times. She’s the type to pull over to take cute selfies or videos with you and post them all at once captioning it with “Late nights w/bae”. Underneath seat she an emergency packet filled with makeup, clothes, hair and first aid kit supplies. Although she’s not the best driver, she takes the rules really serious because she would hate to have an accident with you in the car. Like Sero, She has led lights in her car but they only flash pink. Mina is the queen of putting falsies on so she would mostly definitely put yours on (without tweezers) once you park as well as do your edges if you ask. She just has that talent. *chefs kiss* amazing

Reblogs are appreciated!

A/n: I’m lyin I definitely would be riding with Bakugo because I have major passenger rod rage lol and you definitely don’t wanna get your ass beat TWICE

[persephonememes]

* (  EVERMORE ALBUM BY TAYLOR SWIFT /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

willow

❛ The more that you say the less I know ❜

❛ Wherever you stray I will follow ❜

❛ I'm begging for you to take my hand ❜

❛ I come back stronger than a 90's trend ❜

❛ Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark ❜

❛ Show me the places where the others gave you scars ❜

❛ I should've known from the look on your face ❜

❛ Every bait and switch was a work of art ❜

❛ That's my man ❜

champagne problems

❛ Your heart was glass, and I dropped it ❜

❛ I dropped your hand while dancing left you out there standing ❜

❛ Now no one's celebrating ❜

❛ I can’t give you a reason ❜

❛ This dorm was once a madhouse ❜

❛ I never was ready, so I watch you go ❜

❛ Sometimes you just don't know the answer till someone's on their knees and asks you. ❜

❛ She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's stuck in her head. ❜

❛ You won't remember all my champagne problems ❜

gold rush

❛ I don't like a gold rush ❜

❛ I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush ❜

❛ I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch ❜

❛ Everybody wants you ❜

❛ Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you ❜

❛ I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush ❜

❛ I don't like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush ❜

❛ What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? ❜

❛ The coastal town we wandered round had never seen a love as pure as it ❜

❛ You know it could never be ❜

❛ My mind turns your life into folklore ❜

❛ I can't dare to dream about you anymore ❜

❛ At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian wit ❜

'tis the damn season

❛ If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would've asked you. ❜

❛ So we could call it even ❜

❛ You could call me "babe" for the weekend ❜

❛ The road not taken looks real good now ❜

❛ The holidays linger like bad perfume ❜

❛ You can run but only so far ❜

❛ I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave ❜

❛ But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me ❜

❛ I'm missing your smile ❜

❛ We could just ride around ❜

❛ Sleep in half the day, just for old times' sake ❜

❛ I won't ask you to wait, if you don't ask me to stay ❜

❛ The heart I know I'm breaking is my own ❜

❛ It always leads to you and my hometown ❜

❛ You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'tis the damn season ❜

tolerate it

❛ I notice everything you do or don't do ❜

❛ If it's all in my head tell me now ❜

❛ Tell me I've got it wrong somehow ❜

❛ I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it ❜

❛ I take your indiscretions all in good fun ❜

❛ I polish plates until they gleam and glisten ❜

❛ While you were out building other worlds, where was I? ❜

❛ Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life ❜

❛ I’m always taking up too much space or time ❜

❛ You assume I'm fine ❜

no body, no crime

❛ We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine ❜

❛ It smells like infidelity ❜

❛ No, there ain't no doubt ❜

❛ I think I'm gonna call him out ❜

❛ I think he did it but I just can't prove it ❜

❛ No body, no crime ❜

❛ I ain't letting up until the day I die ❜

❛ I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene ❜

❛ They think I did it but they just can't prove it ❜

❛ I wasn't letting up until the day he died ❜

happiness

❛ I see this for what it is ❜

❛ I was dancing when the music stopped ❜

❛ In the disbelief I can't face reinvention ❜

❛ I haven't met the new me yet ❜

❛ There'll be happiness after you ❜

❛ I would've loved you for a lifetime ❜

❛ When did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? ❜

❛ When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt? ❜

❛ I can't see facts through all of my fury ❜

❛ You haven't met the new me yet ❜

❛ There'll be happiness after me ❜

❛ There is happiness in our history ❜

❛ I can't make it go away by making you a villain ❜

❛ I pulled your body into mine every goddamn night now I get fake niceties ❜

❛ No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, and you know you hurt him too ❜

dorothea

❛ Do you ever stop and think about me? ❜

❛ I got nothing but well wishes for ya ❜

❛ This place is the same as it ever was ❜

❛ It's never too late to come back to my side ❜

❛ Are you still the same soul? ❜

❛ Are you still the same soul? I met under the bleachers ❜

❛ They all wanna be ya ❜

coney island

❛ If I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to? ❜

❛ Did I close my fist around something delicate? ❜

❛ Did I shatter you? ❜

❛ Sorry for not making you my centerfold ❜

❛ Lost again with no surprises ❜

❛ It gets colder and colder when the sun goes down ❜

❛ What's a lifetime of achievement? ❜

❛ I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me ❜

❛ Do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? ❜

❛ Will you forgive my soul? ❜

❛ Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care? ❜

❛ Sorry for not winning you an arcade ring ❜

❛ Close your eyes ❜

❛ Did I leave you hanging every single day? ❜

❛ Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray? ❜

❛ When I got into the accident the sight that flashed before me was your face ❜

❛ The sight that flashed before me was your face when the sun goes down ❜

ivy

❛ Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow ❜

❛ My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand ❜

❛ Your opal eyes are all I wish to see ❜

❛ I'd live and die for moments that we stole ❜

❛ It's a violent blaze in the dark and you started it ❜

❛ It's the fiercest fight of my life and you started it ❜

❛ You started it ❜

cowboy like me

❛ Dancing is a dangerous game ❜

❛ I'm never gonna love again ❜

❛ I've got some tricks up my sleeve ❜

❛ Takes one to know one ❜

❛ Never wanted love, just a fancy car ❜

❛ I could be the way forward ❜

❛ You're a bandit like me ❜

❛ Never thought I'd meet you here ❜

❛ It could be love ❜

❛ You're a cowboy like me ❜

❛ I know I'll pay for it ❜

❛ Forever is the sweetest con ❜

long story short

❛ I tried to pick my battles til the battle picked me ❜

❛ I fell from the pedestal ❜

❛ Long story short, it was a bad time ❜

❛ Long story short, it was the wrong guy ❜

❛ Now I'm all about you ❜

❛ I'm all about you ❜

❛ I always felt I must look better in the rear view ❜

❛ When I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door ❜

❛ But if someone comes at us, this time I'm ready ❜

❛ No more keeping score ❜

❛ I just know there's more ❜

❛ I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things ❜

❛ He feels like home ❜

❛ Long story short, I survived ❜

marjorie

❛ Never be so kind, you forget to be clever ❜

❛ Never be so clever, you forget to be kind ❜

❛ What died didn't stay dead ❜

❛ Never be so polite, you forget your power ❜

❛ Never wield such power, you forget to be polite ❜

❛ The autumn chill that wakes me up ❜

closure

❛ It's been a long time ❜

❛ Seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain ❜

❛ It wasn't right the way it all went down ❜

❛ Yes, I got your letter ❜

❛ Yes, I'm doing better ❜

❛ It cut deep to know ya, right to the bone ❜

❛ I know that it's over ❜

❛ I don't need your "closure" ❜

❛ Don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled ❜

❛ I'm fine with my spite ❜

❛ I know I'm just a wrinkle in your new life ❜

❛ You’re reaching out across the sea that you put between you and me ❜ but it's fake and it's so unnecessary ❜

evermore

❛ I've been down since July ❜

❛ I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone trying to find the one where I went wrong. ❜

❛ I was catching my breath, staring out an open window ❜

❛ I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore ❜

❛ I can't remember what I used to fight for ❜

❛ Can't think of all the cost and all the things that will be lost now ❜

❛ When I was shipwrecked I thought of you ❜

❛ In the cracks of light I dreamed of you ❜

❛ In the cracks of light I dreamed of you and it was real enough to get me through ❜

❛ I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain wouldn't be for evermore ❜

[crowfootwrites]

Bruises | Part II [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

Part II of the Nestor two-shot. This part is significantly longer than the first part, but we get to see Nestor takin' care of business, so. Also, there's a Marcus cameo.

Warnings: implied violence; gun usage; language | Words: 1,861

Part I of Bruises

Two days later, you’re back at work, opting for a floral catsuit to keep your bruising covered. Your sides, back, and thighs are starting to look pretty gnarly.

Nestor had indeed taken you to the hospital and stayed with you while doctors performed a series of ultrasounds and CT scans to check for any internal hemorrhaging; he was on the phone for a while and you could hear snippets of angry conversation, likely with Miguel or Marcus about finding the guy that did this. When you were given the all-clear, Nestor had taken you home, insisting on you taking it easy. He had made dinner and curled up with you on the couch, trying to avoid jostling you at all costs. When the two of you had finally made your way to bed, his fingers gently caressed you and he pressed soft kisses against the deep violet bruises blooming across your torso. You saw the quick flash of heartbreak in his eyes at seeing you hurt, and you had curled against him, falling asleep safely in his arms.

It’s a Tuesday and it’s early, so the club is still fairly slow. You’re bartending tonight, thankfully, glad to have a large slab of wood between you and everyone else. You’re not sure what progress Nestor has made on finding the guy, but you still have your job, so you count your blessings and don’t ask questions.

Another blessing: the other bartender for the evening arrives, and it’s an intimidating-looking girl you’ve worked with a few times named Morgan. All but the most confident (or the stupidest) patrons find her pin-straight black hair, severe makeup, and perma-frown a little daunting. No one ever fucks with Morgan and you’re glad to have her beside you for the night.

Things start to pick up around 11 and suddenly, it’s busy, even for a Tuesday. Morgan leans over to remind you about the drink special your boss is promoting, and you groan internally, knowing the tips are the only thing making it worth your while. You and Morgan make a good team, supplying drinks at a breakneck pace while club lights flash around you, obscuring most of what’s happening past the first row of patrons at the bar.

You’re throwing together a Jack & Coke when you hear it. The voice sends panic jolting down your spine as it requests a Budweiser. You stare at your trembling hands, a lime wedge clutched between your fingers.

You force your eyes upward and it’s him. The same slicked back brown hair, the same oily smile, even the same leather jacket. Your eyes widen and he looks back at you with a calculating gaze. Your immediate reaction is a desire to run. But as soon as the thought appears you dismiss it. The club is packed, and it would be easy for him to try something in the middle of a throng of people. No, the safest place for you is behind the bar, where other people can keep their eyes on you.

You force a smile that you’re sure comes out as more of a grimace.

“Sure thing,” you tell him, the pitch of your voice just a little too high. You hand the Jack & Coke to its owner, managing to spill a little on your shaking hands, then head over to the cooler for the beer.

You can feel his eyes on you and your stomach turns, bile burning in your throat. In the dark corner of the bar, shielded partially from view by Morgan, you can feel yourself breaking down. Your eyes flash around you in a panic. Everything and everyone feel too far away. You don’t see the bouncer by the door, and there’s no escape route that doesn’t take you past the man staring at you from the end of the bar.

You’re not sure what to do so you call the person you trust the most.

Nestor answers on the first ring. “Amor?” His voice is, understandably, apprehensive.

A whimper steals through your lips before you can get the words out. “He’s here.”

“Are you inside?” Nestor’s tone has lost all sense of worry. His words are clipped, business-like, and you know this isn’t going to end well.

“Yeah, I’m working the bar with Morgan,” you mumble, dropping your head into your hands as Morgan looks over at you with concern.

“Stay behind the bar,” he commands. “If he tries anything, break a bottle, get a paring knife. Whatever you gotta do, mi amor. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

The line goes dead and you take a couple deep breaths, glad that, despite what’s about to happen, Nestor is coming. You grab the Budweiser out of the cooler, pop the cap and plunk it on the bar top in front of him, not meeting his eyes.

“How’s your night going, babydoll?” The words slither out of his mouth deviously and you swallow around the knot in your throat. Your eyes glance to digital clock beside the register. Thirteen minutes to go.

“Busy,” you grind out through gritted teeth. You move to the middle of the bar to help a waiting customer, and the man’s eyes follow you as you make drinks. He doesn’t leave the bar. He sits and leers and you wonder if he thinks that he’s going to follow you out again at the end of the night. As if you wouldn’t have learned your lesson? Good thing he won’t be here ‘til closing, you think, as your eyes flicker obsessively to the clock, counting down the minutes until Nestor arrives.

Nestor, apparently, makes very good time when he’s angry, because you see him come through the door of the club with two minutes to spare. An audible sigh of relief passes your lips as his eyes find yours over the crowd and he makes his way to the bar. You bite your lip as your gaze lands on Marcus talking to the bouncer who has returned to his post. The bouncer, the same one who was working the night you were attacked, glances at you, then nods to Marcus. Marcus disappears into the crowd behind Nestor. You can’t help the tightening in your chest. This is going to be bad.

You come to stand in front of the man so Nestor knows who to see about their little assault problem. The man, still unaware of Nestor and Marcus’ approach behind him, winks nauseatingly at you and just as he reaches over the bar for your wrist, a firm hand clenches around his forearm and pulls back. The man jerks back on the bar stool and spins to face two vicious looking men in suits.

The man sputters, trying to yank his arm free, but Nestor has no intention of letting him go. “Who the fuck are you?” the man yells. You glance at Nestor’s hold on the man’s arm, his knuckles turning white as his grip intensifies.

Marcus paces around to the other side of the man’s stool, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. “We hear you like to hit women,” he says nonchalantly, bringing his mouth close to the man’s ear. His one free arm flies up, trying to hit Marcus, but Marcus was expecting it. He grabs it and yanks it behind the man’s back. Marcus steps back just slightly, drawing out his gun, keeping it low so as not to alarm the crowd. You see the added length of a silencer on the end of it as Marcus shoves it into the man’s side and you step forward.

“Not in here, please,” you beg, and Marcus smiles at you benevolently.

“Mija, what do you take me for? I would never,” he says, and you cock an eyebrow, knowing full well he would.

Between the two of them, Nestor and Marcus hustle the man outside as he yells frantically over the crowd. He can’t really be heard over the music, and no one appears to notice, likely assuming security was removing him. They take him to the back, towards the back door of the club that leads into the alley where he attacked you. The heavy door slams shut with a note of finality, and you try to put it out of your mind. It’s out of your hands anyway. It was out of your hands the minute you told Nestor about it.

You see Morgan looking over at you as you try to get back to work, willing your hands to be steady. She seems to know better than ask, though, and you’re grateful for that. Thirty minutes later, Nestor comes back in through the front door of the club, nodding at the bouncer as he passes. The crowd has thinned out and the bar is considerably less busy. Nestor makes his way over and you run out from behind it to wrap yourself around him in a hug. The fingers on your right hand find their way to their usual spot around one of Nestor’s braids and you give it an affectionate tug. It’s slight, but you feel him sink into your embrace, seemingly as relieved as you. You pull back and scan him from head to toe, your heart racing. He appears unscathed, but you do notice the tiniest drop of blood on his dress shoe and point it out to him. He frowns and grabs a cocktail napkin off the bar and leans to down to rub it off, as you release a tired chuckle. He crumples the napkin and puts it in his pocket, then caresses your cheek, tucking you against his body.

“He won’t be bothering you anymore,” he murmurs.

You sigh, partly relieved, partly concerned for Nestor. “¿Lo mataste?” you ask hesitantly, not sure if you’re ready for the answer.

Nestor pulls away to look at you dubiously, as though he can read you like a book. “You really want to know?”

“I feel like I need to,” you say with a shrug, but your grip remains tight on Nestor.

A hard look passes briefly over his eyes before he gazes back down at you with a lopsided smile. “We made sure he won’t be touching anything he’s not supposed to anymore.”

Your face contorts as you wonder what they did with the fingers, but you opt not to ask.

“And he’s not gonna come back?” you ask, your voice small. You’re sure Nestor can feel your heartbeat clamoring against his chest.

“Not unless he wants to die,” Nestor whispers soothingly, and you let out a heavy exhale. “And I talked to Jimmy at the door. He gets anywhere near this place, they call me or Marcus.”

Tears sting your eyes, and you sniff as you pull Nestor tighter against you. “Thank you,” you mumble into his lapel. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“So, what now?” you ask, unsure what a person does after they dismember someone in the darkened parking lot of a club.

Nestor pressed a kiss against your forehead, and you could feel his lips curling into smirk against your skin. He pulled away and met your eyes with a shrug. “Now we go home.”

[jvstncthcme]

I’ve been thinking about pandalily a lot (thanks to @arik-readsbooks) and I’ve written out this bit and now I wanna do like maybe a multi chapter Hogwarts era fic for them

It’s a chilly Tuesday in October when Lily notices it for the first time. The feeling of something heavy in the pit of her stomach. They’re sitting out by the lake after Herbology and Pandora is rambling on about the whomping willow. Her face is blushed with mild anger and Lily finds herself staring at it. Transfixed by the unique shade of pink. One, she’s fairly convinced, belongs to Pandora’s cheeks alone.

“–and they put it out there all by itself. I bet it gets so lonely.” Pandora says, as if she’s speaking of a person and not at all a tree.

Her first thought is to remind her of that, but she quickly realizes it wouldn’t feel right. Plants are more than just leaves connected to branches rooted to the grown for Pandora, Lily knows that and she doesn’t have it in her heart to argue it. Not when she’s been graced so kindly with the girl’s unfiltered thoughts on something so vital to her person.

Pandora’s shy, but it’s not the typical kind of quiet shyness that some of the other students possess. She’s shy in her ideas, in her beliefs. Beliefs that differ so much from the people she’d grown up with.

“There’s loads of other trees around it, Pan. I’m sure they keep it company.” She says, hoping it’s the right thing. Truly, hoping that it helps.

“But there’s no other willows.” Pandora pouts, turning her head to look off into the direction of massive willow.

“We could plant one. If you want. I could get seeds from home during the winter break and we could plant them close by it.” Lily offers after a moment of thought.

Pandora’s gaze falls back to her, a smile that touches her eyes gracing her lips. “Really? You’d do that.” She asks.

“Yeah, of course I would. It would be fun.” Lily says with a smile of her own.

“Okay! We’ll have to wait ‘til spring, but let’s do it!” She says, excitement plain as day in her words.

“You’re the best, Lils.” She adds in, eyes bright as they fall back on the tree.

And that does something to Lily. She isn’t sure why, but it does. There’s a fluttering inside her stomach, and something heavy with it too.

[justimajin]

Til Death Do Us Part ♜ Pt.6

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

➟ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut

↳ (4.3k), Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

➟ Warnings: 18+ rating, graphic depictions of violence and blood

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➟ Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

➟ Next Update: Tuesday, January 26 

The sound of birds chirping is the first thing you hear in the morning. 

You slowly rise from the bed and rub your swollen eyes, a low yawn escaping your lips in the process. Blinking a mere couple of times, your vision slowly falls back into focus and you glance around a bit bewildered. 

It’s almost like there’s a haze over your mind, contentment gracing you in the form of absolute vigor. Your shoulders feel lighter, and there’s no rapid racing of your heart, your regular pace of breathing leaving your lungs. 

Your pupils suddenly twinkle and you whip around, only to be met with a bed that is half empty. 

A sharp pang of disappointment instantly washes over you. 

“Miss Y/N?” 

Your head raises to the foreign sight of someone leaning down, staring down at you intently. You nearly stagger back, alarmed from the intrusion. 

“I-I didn’t mean to startle you!” She hurriedly assures. You recall seeing her while Namjoon was talking to the company’s shareholders, remembering his inquiry about hiring a new maid. 

“It’s alright.” You clear your throat, attempting to conceal your dismay. Unfortunately, it appears that you seem to be doing a terrible job at it. 

“Master Kim left early this morning because of an urgent matter.” She clarifies right away, noticing the way it brings light to your eyes. Softly smiling, she continues, “He requested I stay here with you to make sure you were feeling alright.” 

You slowly nod, “I understand.... But I’d like to be left alone for a while.” 

Peering up to see her expression, she shakes her head right away, granting you with some privacy. The moment the door is closed on her way out, you squeeze your eyes shut. 

A heavy sigh leaves your lips and you rise from the bed, moving your belongings around as you fish out for a familiar plastic box. 

***

Even though your stomach churns and a bitter taste lingers in your mouth, you force your hands to keep drumming against the plastic, responding to the spurts of static it lets out. You’ve forgotten how many times you’ve fisted your hair in the process, leaks of more and more information involuntarily leaving you. 

You’re near the end of your message relay, desperate for it to be over already. However, that’s when a certain line of static comes through, your eyes widening dramatically. 

W-What? 

A heavy knock pounds against the plastic and your pupils dart around manically, stance freezing up as you wait for the response. 

The same static pattern resonates through. 

“N-No…” You whisper. It has to be a mistake, it has to be.

But regardless, you need to know more. A series of frantic knocks resonate through the room, only for a chain of static to come through immediately. Before you have the chance to relay something back in exchange, it abruptly cuts off and despair spreads through your features. 

You weren’t given an option. 

You were given an order. 

Legs quivering as your rise, a set of instructions repeat themselves over and over again in your mind like a vicious loop. Walking aimlessly like on autopilot, you scavenge through your clothes before locating a particular suitcase you had brought in prior to moving. It was one piece of luggage that you didn’t get the luxury of packing yourself, thrust into your hands instead. 

Fumbling around with the handful of zippers and pockets, your hands roam around until they feel a sharp prick. Your breath instantly hitches and once you unzip the compartment, the cool metal meets your fingertips instantly. 

Carefully taking it out, your eyes transfixed with horror onto the gun resting within the palm of your hand. Swallowing hard, you slowly rise to your feet and take a step back. 

Stopping right at the corner of the bed, your orbs oscillate as they land right on top of the opposite side from your own.

You tear your eyes away, a harsh gasp leaving your lips. That’s when the shining and translucent object catches your line of vision and you hesitantly step forward towards the dresser, confronted with the sight of your own reflection. 

Your complexion is extremely pale, small dark bags lining the bottom of your orbs and a sickly tint coating your lips. It dawns upon you how much the lack of sleep and being constantly on edge have morphed you into something you’re not accustomed to seeing, but once your gaze flickers up to your eyes, you freeze. 

The mirror surprisingly reflects something there that you haven’t seen there for quite some time, something that was snatched away from you the moment you took on this grave task. 

Why...why do you look so doubtful? It’s like‒ 

You swallow hard, hands tightening into fists. 

It’s almost like you don’t want to do it. 

The gun in your hand feels far too heavy, like it’s weight had tripled the moment you wrapped your fingers around it. The remorse flickering  in your ears is far too obvious, drowning within the confines of your muted apathy. 

Your eyes drop down, lips beginning to tremble. The bulky gun is gripped tightly within your hand and unconsciously, a lone tear slips down from your eye. 

***

A tart meets your lips, softly chewing on the crumbling structure. 

You're seated at the table where you first had dinner with Namjoon and his family, but this time around the new maid had relentlessly insisted you eat something and sat you down alone with a buffet in front of you. 

You wonder if it’s because she can see how pale you look, or the fatigue running deep in your eyes. 

Taking another bite, the maid hurriedly scurries and brings another platter, a soft smile on her lips as she places it within your reach. You don’t return the response, in fact you don’t move in the slightest as you chew down on the tart, functioning more like you were programmed on command than anything. 

The only time light actually flickers within your orbs, is when the entrance door opens and you catch sight of your husband. 

You instantly rise from your seat as Namjoon walks by, appearing to be lost in deep thought as he begins to head straight up the stairs, only halting when the maid stops him in his tracks. He looks confused for a moment, but after she converses with him you notice his eyes flicker over in your direction, and instantly his feet take him towards you. 

“You’re having lunch?” He questions, seating himself down on the opposite end of the table. 

You nod, “I was told you had something urgent to attend?” 

“Ah,” Namjoon says, exhaustion evident on his features, “Some of the policemen wanted to talk about the case and I’ve been helping them with the investigation.” 

Your jaw instantly tightens, but then you nod, waiting for him to continue. A brief silence dips through instead and it surprises you, looking up to see Namjoon frowning. 

“What is it?” 

A deep sigh leaves him, “Y/N...I‒” His features twist up as he winces, “E-Eunjoo….we’ve found evidence that she may have been killed too....” 

Namjoon grimaces again, nearly whispering, “They found her corpse…” 

“I-I see….” The food in front of you suddenly seems utterly stale, the appetite you convinced yourself of vanishing entirely. 

The maid eventually comes over and asks Namjoon if he wants anything to eat, to which he just replies that he’s eaten prior to returning back home. You decide to take the exchange as an opportunity to excuse yourself, leaving your lunch behind as you head back to your room. 

In the midst of your actions, a hand wraps around your wrist and halts you. 

“Y/N.” 

“Are...” Namjoon hesitates, “Are you okay?” 

Fear immediately dwindles in you, “W-Why are you asking?” 

“Well,” He lets go of your hand, “You and Eunjoo became close, hearing that she’s gone now….are you okay?”

His desperate eyes fall upon you and for a split second, you repress the urge to let all the tears burst out. The only matter of action you can do is simply nod, looking away from his heavy gaze. 

However, your response doesn’t seem to convince Namjoon completely of its integrity. He laces his fingers with yours and suddenly rushes, heading up the stairs as he brings you along with him. His urgency baffles you, but nonetheless, you still follow closely behind. 

Namjoon leads you into the bedroom, your body stilling when he tells you to face the same hanging mirror you were just scrutinizing prior to eating.  

“Close your eyes.” He requests and although you find it quite strange, you oblige without hesitation. 

An ice cold sensation touches your skin, right below your neck. 

“You can open them now.” Namjoon whispers, his voice coming through the shell of your ear. 

The moment you flutter them open, the sight before you has your eyes widening. 

You stand right in front of the mirror, your reflection from waist up showcasing on the glass. Namjoon stands directly behind you, his hands coming around your shoulders to display the shining object that lies within them. 

It’s an amethyst necklace, a simple purple pendant held together with a silver chain that Namjoon is carefully plucking. You cautiously touch the centre, letting your fingertips glide over the fine jewel in astonishment. 

“Namjoon…” You whisper, a soft smile tugging on the corner of your mouth. 

“I bought it a while ago.” He sheepishly explains, loosening his grip of the necklace and taking a step back, “I didn’t know if you would like it, but I thought it could possibly have the power to bring a smile to your lips.” 

His words overwhelm you, rending you completely speechless. 

Seesawing on his heels, he seems to pause for a second, his eyes flickering. 

“C-Can I…?” 

Namjoon looks at you as if encouraging you to decline if you wish to do so, but it manages to elicit a sad smile to line your lips. You swallow hard, nodding in response. 

His eyes instantly beam and he hurriedly stands behind you once again, carefully gliding the metal against your skin until it sits right. As Namjoon attempts to connect it at the back, your line of vision lands upon the mirror, taking in the image before you. 

There’s no doubt the pendant is extremely beautiful ‒ but what your eyes fixate on more is how it practically glimmers on you, managing to bring the glow back to your tired and sickly features. 

Namjoon suddenly shifts, choosing to stand beside you as he quickly ensures that the chain is truly in place and will remain connected. The gesture results in your eyes swaying, moving from the pendant to him. 

The way he stands almost reminds you of the day you got married, how he was before you appearing absolutely regal and dignified. At the time, you had no sense of what you were exactly getting yourself into, essentially thrust into a life that was plotted and planned for from the start. 

And in the midst of it all, the man standing with you was someone you were meant to be careful of, to keep an precise eye out for his actions and to monitor them as closely as possible, all with the poise of being a wife.

But you were never prepared for any of this, prepared to find yourself admiring the warmth that easily spreads within his eyes, or the way he tenderly speaks to you, the strict premise of observing him becoming muddled with something else. 

The image of a gun suddenly flashes by your eyes, making your shoulders tense. 

Namjoon takes a step back and gazes at you, his mouth curving into a smile. 

“You look beautiful.” He softly says, and your head snaps up, eyes connecting right away with his. 

In that one single second, you truly wonder about it for the first time. You wonder if Kim Namjoon is truly as innocent as you ‒ a simplistic tool made for others to use.

***

It’s difficult for you to spend the remainder of the day without your eyes swaying over to the purple gem that sits at the base of your throat, but after a while you wonder if you’re simply doing it out of remorse. 

A deep sigh leaves your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head slightly. 

Namjoon suddenly enters the room, appearing frantic. At your concerned gaze, he simply smiles. 

“There’s an urgent meeting I have to attend with the shareholders,” He quickly says, grabbing onto a bag from the corner of the living room, “I should be back soon.” 

Namjoon casually throws the words into the air, as if they were nothing to be overly worried about. But he doesn’t see how your eyes are shell-shocked, jaw falling slack as blood drains from your features. 

As he steps to move out the front door, your hand abruptly clasps around his wrist. 

Namjoon turns around right away, amidst being puzzled with the sudden hold. However, that’s when his eyes flicker up to yours and for once, there’s no mask concealing your true expression. 

“Y/N…?” Namjoon hesitantly asks, stepping forward. The moment he does, you step back, letting go of his hand swiftly with a strained chuckle. 

“S-Sorry…” You instantly look away, but Namjoon doesn’t budge in the slightest. He instead chooses to hold onto your hand again, looking straight into your averted eyes. 

“I’ll be back soon, Y/N...you don’t have to worry…” He whispers, and it takes every fiber of your being not to spill everything right then and there, head stagnantly nodding. 

“I-I understand.” You manage to sputter out, mentally reprimanding yourself. 

You can’t hesitate ‒ you’re not allowed to hesitate. You can’t feel emotions like these, emotions like you need him.... 

You’re a spy, Y/N. 

As if instinct, the mask begins to form once again. Your eyes turn brighter, and a smile begins to line your lips swiftly, nowhere near the verge of collapsing like seconds ago. 

You glance up, prepared to let go, “Namjoon, I‒” 

Your breath immediately hitches and you freeze in place, eyes rapidly darting around. 

Namjoon keeps his arms around your torso, hands resting on your back and his chin propped up on your shoulder. He embraces you tightly and unconsciously, a speck of tears begin to dampen your eyes. 

For a moment, your lids flutter shut and you savour the gesture, entwining your arms around him. 

When your eyes finally open, they can only focus on the palm of your hands ‒ flesh that has been constantly painted and coated in red with no end in sight. 

Letting out a deep sigh, you part from him. 

Namjoon is still gazing at you, eyes boring into your own. His hand rises up, thumb swiping away the tears that line your cheeks.  

It’s at that moment you recognize their appearance and fumble to wipe the rest away, a strained smile slipping from your lips. You’re scrambling at what to say with him, no coherent words being able to surface at the tip of your tongue. 

But what you fail to see in that single second, is how Namjoon’s eyes instantly perk up and how he immediately pulls you towards him. 

“Y/N!” 

Everything happens with a flash. At one point in time, Namjoon is caressing your face within his hands, softly smiling at you. Another split second later, he’s collapsed onto the ground, completely knocked out. 

Your heart beats viciously as you quickly kneel down beside him and glance up, not picking up on the individual outside that has been particularly eyeing the two of you right as you stopped Namjoon from leaving. 

A mask covers the stranger’s features, but you hear the sound of a low ‘tick’ and notice that his eyes are glued to Namjoon’s fallen form, giving you a hunch of where and in who his intention lies with. 

Before you have the chance to do anything ‒ alert someone in the household or stay and figure out what the stranger would want with Namjoon, a sharp jab lands at the back of your head and you grimace, falling unconscious within seconds. 

***

Droplets of water fall down from the ceiling. 

Your throat burns like it’s on fire, a scorching sensation that makes seem as if you haven’t had a drink of water in days. Locks of your hair are dripping with sweat, and your vision is foggy, barely able to see through the dim lighting of the room. 

Letting out a cough and then a groan, you squeeze your eyes shut before opening them fully, squinting to to focus in on your surroundings. The room is still dark, but there’s a faint light in the corner that allows you to make out the outlines of the silhouettes in front of you. 

Namjoon is stationed on a chair, his hands out of sight and pushed behind him. He appears to be still unconscious, his eyelids drooping down. 

You peer down, discovering that you’re in the same state as him ‒ confined to a chair with the unsettling feeling of something beginning to deeply cut through your wrists. Attempting to experiment, you give a slight tug and immediately a sharp pain shoots through your hands. It gives you a strong indication of what’s pinning you down, especially when your fingertips glide over the prickly thick material. 

“You idiot! Why did you bring her too?!” 

A loud and gritty voice suddenly shouts, causing you to wince, “She was with him when I knocked him out! What else was I supposed to do?!” 

There’s a sound of resentment from the first individual before silence dips, and you take it upon yourself to quickly figure your way out of your confinement. You tug against the bindings roughly, ignoring the prickly sensation that stabs into your skin and brings tears into your eyes. Repeating the gesture, you can only hope that the bristly rope will begin to loosen. 

But that’s when your harsh movements result in your chair shifting. 

One of them snaps their head up immediately, treading in your direction. His heavy steps, coupled with his gritty voice that you heard, causes you to stiffen. Once he approaches you, you notice that his black attire conveniently seals him away from your prying eyes. 

He grabs the back of your chair and immediately your breath hitches. As you glance up and your heart palpitates rapidly, you attempt to think of a way out, anything that could help you get out of this situation. 

Your flickering eyes meet Namjoon’s chair, only to discover in relief at his slow stirring, blinking his eyes and attempting to squint through the poor lighting of the room.  

The second individual approaches, “So what do we do? Kill them both?” 

“Of course we kill them both! What other option is there?!” 

Abruptly a fistful of your hair is tugged up from behind. A hiss leaves your lips, but it’s not long before a cold piece of metal is pressed against your scalp. 

From your frontal view, you notice the first man walks over and does the same thing to Namjoon as he grimaces. 

“Wait.” 

The second man holding a gun to your head looks up, appearing confused. Your eyes frantically follow his field of vision across, noticing the first man to be smirking. 

“Untie her.” 

“What?” 

“Just do it!” 

He obliges, loosening the rope from your hands until it drops down. He tightly keeps a hold around your wrists as a form of constriction, before glancing back up for further instructions. 

A gun is tossed over in his direction. 

He catches it immediately, appearing even more puzzled, “What’s this for?” 

The first man’s grin grows wider. “We’re going to have her kill him.” 

“What? Why?”

The first man leaves Namjoon, striding over to your side. He takes the gun he’s tossed onto the ground, shoving it straight into your hands as you reluctantly accept it. 

“She’s an add on,” He smiles, “and the perfect way we can cover up our tracks.” 

Something gleams within his partner’s eyes, a sickening smile stretching over his lips and showcasing his pearl teeth to you. It elicits shivers to run down your spine and their next statement makes your stomach churn. 

“After this, we’ll just discard her somewhere.” 

Their conversation is abruptly cut off as they redirect their attention back to you, forcibly lining your gun wielding arm towards Namjoon, resulting in your eyes suddenly coming into contact with his wide ones. 

They reflect your own, spelling out one message that you can read so clearly. 

There’s terror in his eyes.

A soft click sounds from your left side and you look over to discover the first man keeping a gun right next to your head. 

“Now, if you don’t want to die yourself.” He obscenely grins, “Shoot him.” 

Colour drains from your features, your hands beginning to uncontrollably tremble. 

The baneful thoughts begin to slip in too easily.

One bullet. 

One bullet, and this all will be over. 

Your next mission will be finally complete. 

All it would take…..

Is just one bullet. 

“Are you deaf?!” The man screams into your ear, “I said shoot him!” 

The gun digs harder into your scalp, making you jolt and wince at the same time. 

Namjoon isn’t looking at you. His gaze has drifted over to the ground, his head lowered. 

Your heart viciously pounds against your ribcage and unknown to you, hot tears have begun to roll down the corner of your eyes. 

“SHOOT HIM!” 

“I CAN’T!” 

Your chest heaves, vision blurring before your voice comes out as a soft sob, “I-I just c-can’t…” 

“Y/N.” 

The soft call of your name results in your head snapping, eyes immediately coming into contact with Namjoon’s. His eyes have become glossy and the sight of a sad smile lining his lips makes your chest constrict. 

“Y/N...it’s okay.” He whispers, his words serving to only increase the tightening of your chest. He briefly looks down at the ground, before raising his head to meet your gaze again. You can clearly notice the water shimmering within his eyes and as he speaks, his voice cracks. 

“J-Just‒….just complete your mission.” 

Your breathing stops. 

The longer he stares at you, the more it feels as if your knees are about to give out. 

You still point a gun in his direction, but it’s accompanied with broken words, your voice barely coming out as a whisper. 

“Y-You knew….” 

Before you have the chance to say anything else, a hand grabs onto your wrist and snatches the gun away from you. 

“Just kill them both already!” 

Life suddenly enters your eyes again and with a grunt, your hand comes into direct contact with your kidnapper’s face. He stumbles back instantly, allowing you to quickly snag the gun and point it in his direction. 

He freezes, glancing at his partner that holds Namjoon at gunpoint. 

His partner snarls at you, “Let go of him!”

Your cold eyes don’t budge in the slightest, “Not a chance.” 

Namjoon remains completely still, his eyes flickering over to you. 

There’s a voice inside your head that is screaming. Telling you to turn back. Begging you to come back to your senses. 

The mission will be compromised. 

He will be able to kill you. 

You will be destroyed. 

But this time, you fight back with just as much vigor. 

Then so be it. 

Your hand instantly whips around, aiming for the man that is pointing his gun at Namjoon. 

Your bullet punctures right into his neck. 

Blood splatters onto the floor and leaks alarmingly from his mouth as he crumbles to the ground. However, he doesn’t loosen his firm hold on Namjoon’s suit and that’s when you rush over, wrenching his hand off and leaving him to submerge within a pool of his own blood. 

You hurriedly bend down and undo the bindings on Namjoon’s hands, a sound of dismay leaving you when you notice his partner nowhere in sight. The moment Namjoon is free and he turns around, you immediately leap forward and hug him with a sigh of relief. 

“Are you okay?” 

Namjoon stares at you with a mixture of utter shock and bewilderment. Nonetheless, you still grab onto his hand, getting him to rise up from the ground. 

“Come on, we have to get out of here!” 

You quickly head out of the room with Namjoon trailing behind you, making sure to keep a firm hold on the gun in your hands. At one point the infrastructure and lack of light begins to confuse you on locating the exit, but Namjoon suddenly speeds up, taking the lead and guiding you instead. 

The view of a thick steel door with light attempting to pool inside greets you and you exponentially increase your speed. 

Suddenly your hold slips from Namjoon’s grasp and you slam against the ground harshly. 

“Y/N!” 

You can feel the sensation of fingers wrapping around your leg, turning around to see the man’s partner tight grip rendering you immobile. You attempt to shake him off, but his grip only tightens in retaliation. 

The next couple of seconds is a complete blur to you. You can barely pick up on the way Namjoon swiftly reaches out, landing a forceful punch right against the man’s nose before grabbing and securing his hand within yours again. 

He tugs you up right away, “Come on!” 

Scrambling to your feet, you briefly look behind you, eyes widening in astonishment as to how the man’s partner is currently writhing on the ground, holding his nose in pain as copious amounts of blood drips down his knuckles. 

Turning around, both of you make it to the exit and Namjoon roughly pushes against it with his shoulder. 

You escape into the light.

[chidoroki]

ahh i’m so mad for forgetting it was tpn’s 6th anniversary today.. i dunno how i can never remember that date. i don’t have anything planned though, which sucks because it’s kinda the most important day of the series ya know?? HOWEVER! i already finished my edit for emma’s birthday last week, so that’s pretty darn early for me! okay so it’s like 99% done, i gotta figure out one final touch, but yeah. and then isabella’s should be next but that’s not til september anyways. i remember very few birthdays..still upset i forgot about today though! i know i can always post something later this week but then it’s late! and that’s even if i get an idea in the first place hhmmm..

but in my defense it was an important day for me for a completely different reason though.. little Kona turned one today!!! love her. she’s too cute. she actually shares a birthday with my late great grandmother so that’s kinda sweet. (maybe now i won’f forget tpn’s anniversary either)

aside from that i feel like last week was real busy/eventful. dad had actually tested positive for covid tuesday so since we had dinner together the day before i worked from home all last week just to make sure i was okay (which i am thankfully). i don’t mind working from home, it allows me to sleep in a bit but having two screens instead of three is always a troublesome adjustment, and annoying if things get too stressful. every now and then there’s also some nights where i can’t even fall asleep and just feel incredible anxious..why i dunno. it feels random honestly.

it hasn’t been all bad though. i decided to read ahead with the paripi koumei manga and oh my god, the love i have for eiko is IMMENSE!! i honestly wasn’t expecting to get more of her backstory, but i’m so happy we did. i thought we were just gonna focus on the summer sonia concert stuff next, but it seems that is gonna be the final goal. so i’m really loving the direction the manga is going now with creating more songs and learning more of eiko’s past/family. it just makes sense. i debated in writing a whole post on it but idk yet, we’ll see. i dunno how often the manga updates, but i’ve only seen sites have up to ch49? but aahh i want her to succeed so badly! i really hope we get another season because i need to hear more of her lovely voice! THEN i forget what day i read ch113 of ft 100yq but MMHHMM that gruvia body swap! their reactions were great and i loved every moment and of course i’m looking forward to see how gray fights with juvia’s magic. i’m eagerly waiting for the day we get a trailer for the anime too.

then finally.. FINALLY the black clover manga is back! and i still think it’s hilarious that the three month hiatus started right as i finished the anime, like of course that’s just my luck! i think i caught up for just two new chapters then poof! break time! my friend has been begging me to watch since the anime started so i pushed it off for years, til something just.. clicked within me? i remember the movie trailer was announced months ago and friend was excited about it and naturally tried to convince me to start the series once more and i dunno exact words, but i’m pretty sure he compared it to fairy tail (which i sorta figured from the start anyways) but then said everyone from the squad got more focus/backstory, and i was like.. oh? so, that kinda did it for me. and damn it, i ended up loving the series. a lot. but better late than never i suppose! (and he totally has the right to say “told you so,” he deserved it. he even predicted that vanessa would end up as my favorite. so he’s right. again.) so sorry not sorry for all the spam. my queue was filled over 250+ at one point and stayed like that for weeks because i just kept adding more to it. it’s finally back around 50ish now because i FINALLY gone through the whole anime yet again (why do i queue all the gifs chronologically? i dunno!! i forget which series i started doing this with but now it feels necessary for me to do so! lowkey kinda hate it, makes it seem like i’m insane ahaaa. but now all that’s left is artwork that i can fangirl over, thank god!)

but now that the manga is back i’m debating on writing chapter reviews for it, though i doubt they’ll be as long as those i’ve done for tpn, but hhmmm. it’s just funny how i decide on doing such a thing whenever a series enters their final arcs. well, i say that but i haven’t done any for mha in.. years. probably won’t start those up though. i still read it sure but the story is meh to me sometimes. i enjoy the characters more and unfortunately those i really love don’t get much spotlight, maybe just a moment or two recently. always debating on reading ahead for no guns life too since i have no clue if the anime is gonna continue, but i definitely won’t for fire force since season3 has at least been confirmed, whenever.. same with tokyo revengers even though i’m getting real tempted with that one. and for the love of god i have to remember to read the psycho pass manga still! or however much i can find of it anyways!

what else is happening in my world right now, umm. almost a month away from splatoon3 thank god. i haven’t played my switch in a hot minute but once i got that then mmmhmm it’s over. then. scarlet & violet a couple months after too. OH! pokemon.. the masters 8 tournament has been bittersweet for me. the battles are rushed, even most take one episode, some of the moves and outcomes are just.. upsetting and strange. like i’ll never get over how dirty the writing handled the leon vs alain match. my boy deserved so much better. lance vs diantha was okay i guess and ya knew cynthia was gonna win against iris no problem. but then that battle with steven and ash.. idc what people say but there’s no way he should’ve won. after all that damage pikachu took from mega-metagross, he wins by one z-move and an iron tail of all things?? what?? (i think? i dont remember, i was annoyed). only bright side are all the cameos we’ve been getting. they only last a few seconds but they grant me SO MUCH happiness! seeing mairin, the johto trio, drew AND harley?? my heart was ecstatic! and i’m sure they’ll save all of ash’s traveling companions for his final match with leon, or at least i’m hoping so. i better see may and serena again darn it!

oh, and no joke but i swear i actually had a fucking contestshipping dream last night, which isn’t too surprising since i do indeed love them very much, but it was just randomly timed? like why now and not last month around their actual day when i rewatched all their episodes ya know?? but whatever. all it was was drew calling up may after some contest lose (in johto im assuming) to cheer her up. then some light teasing of course. that’s all i needed.

sometime during my incoherent rambling i did get an idea for an tpn anniversary edit. so i’ll definitely start on something for it tonight or tomorrow, unless i get caught up playing more pmd sky.. i started a randomizer yesterday and i’m enjoying myself. nostalgia hitting hard. but i would seriously love a new mystery dungeon.