#the heavenly collab we need

[wearemadeofgoodbyes]

okay hear me out... a collab between these two icons

[hobisstar]

still with you |yandere!jjk x reader

Summary: things are not the same… they met. Now yn fears her life around him. He acts as though nothing happened. To him shes still the love of his life.

Warnings: jungkook makes yn seem delusional, cursing, mentions of smut, kidnap, harm to others, Someone is definitely being threatby jungkook, for sure.

Something was telling yn that maybe everything that happened to between her and jungkook was just all a dream. Tom, doesnt recall Jungkook acting weird or strange. Everything just seemed off. Weird.

The song was done but the damage was still there.

Whats even worst is they have to do a duet live tonight.

This will be the first time she has seen him since their encounter in her house.

“Hey! jungkook is live” Tom said showing yn his phone. Jesus even his name made her uncomfortable.

“Oh my collab? Yes, we get to see eachother later. Army, are you attending?” Jungkook smiled and chuckled with all the fans in the comments saying yes, of course, you two are my favorite, y/nnie 8th member. Things like that.

That would’ve made you happy but it just didn’t make things better. Was he pretending that he what happened just didn’t happen?

“I hope you all will enjoy it just as much as i will”

Scared shitless was definitely what you could describe yn at the moment she didnt know how to react to seeing him.

Its been a month since then and the man she has been avoiding is going to be in the same dressing room. This definitely wasnt set up.

While getting her hair done, she got notice that Jungkook wanted a practice.

Of course he does, he needs all the reasons to see her.

Honestly, its been killing Jungkook that he didn’t take her away for himself that night. The only thing is that as two public figures, that would only spark controversy. Where did the queen of youtube and indie music go? Disappearing after a hit collab would only make her look money hunger and Jungkook could never let his wife have such bad things said about her. Ever.

The way Jungkook feels should be written in the world record for the most delusional lover.

A lot has happened in a month for him. He definitely didnt get like 4 small hidden tattoos in his sleeve. It was 8. 8 tattoos of small things that represent yn. He got the words ‘love, mine, yours, hurt, intimacy, weakened, tenderness and attached.’ He loves her. Shes his. He is hers. Hurting that he cant see her. The intimacy he feels for her can never be weakened. Jungkooks tenderness is attached to her love.

It may not make sense but I promise you, its feels like a message to him. Those are the words she makes him feel.

And if he doesnt get to show her those things any time soon, he might actually snap.

While practicing on the stage, his heart was racing. He couldnt wait to see her walk on stage so heavenly. Just then there she was. In just some tights and a baggy shirt. Hair pinned up but man even in comfort she was beautiful.

Jungkook looked like he saw the love of his life. If only yn didnt look like she feared for hers. Yn was scared to even be scared. To even show how scared she was.

“ keep it calm, yn… you got this…” she whispered to herself. “ its only one performance. After that you are good. Just avoid him for now.”

As if that would go past Him. “ Ynnie~” he sang and smiled brightly waving at her from the stage. Yn waved back while standing next to tom below the stage.

God, Jungkook hated tom. As if you didnt know that already.

he felt as though he was in the way more and more each time. Why are they so close? What cause hes her manager? So? They dont have to be close because of that.

I know what you all have been waiting on. What happened that night? Well Jungkook knew that she wouldnt just allow him to go with her or anything like that.

the way they reacted to meeting each other you would think they never seen each other. But thats not half the truth.

Jungkook, as a huge fan, of course hes been to her concerts when he was younger. Front row. Maybe this is what started this weird obsession with her?

He doesn’t remember when it started but hes glad it did. Every weverse live he does, yn’s music or simply a youtube video is playing in the background. It’s become so normal that even the army are used to it. They support it but they dont know how deep this goes.

“ tom needs to be dead…” jungkook thought to himself while he watched them.

“He will die…”

It was time for the performance and Jungkook was ready. But once again, he saw Tom standing next to stage talking to yn.

Without thinking he walked up behind him and from where Tom was standing it was a area for sound and devices and stage material was at. Falling from there would cause serious injury…

5 month injury… maybe death.

Jungkook smirked and instantly pushed Tom watching him fall into the pit. Quickly he acted as though he just got there and he called someone for help.

I saw everything..

“Im so sorry this happened to you Tom…” yn stated sitting in the chair next to the hospital bed.

“ Im fine, ynnie. Its just a few ribs and a leg. Doc said ill be good in a few weeks. How was the performance?”

Tom was such a sweet guy. No matter how much he got hurt he still didnt care about himself. Yn hates it but loves it.

“Are you kidding me? I was worried the entire time. I wanted to go with you on that ambulance- “ right when yn was about to speak about the accident more, in walks what seems to be a sad Jungkook.

Yn couldn’t believe her eyes. He has the audacity to show his face in this room, when HE is the reason Tom is hurt? Oh she was so piss she felt the steam coming out of her ears.

“Kook! Just in time! I called you so you could take her home? I would’ve done it but… physical cant.” Tom stated smiling lightly.

Whipping her head to Tom then to Jungkook.

If only he knew… he is the reason for all of this mess.

“Oh no i can call my friend to come get me-“

“No need. Im already here and its not a hassle. I dont mind taking you… home.” Looking back at Jungkook she saw him smiling.

Maybe because finally they can be alone together.

On the way down to the car lot, it felt like deja vu. Again yn is in a car lot scared but this time its with jungkook because of jungkook.

yn was thinking smarter she needed for Tom to know who pushed him. Believe her or not. She feared this would be the last time she was gonna be seen by anyone.

ynnie: T, I hope this message gets to you as as possible. Im scared… im scared that this might be the last time im ever seen in public. And i want you to know if i go missing, Jungkook is the reason why. He has this obsession over me and i think he might kidnap me… He also the reason why you are in the hospital. Read this as soon as possible..my location is on…

Pressing send she put her phone away realizing they were infront of Jungkooks car.

Wow, looks just like hers…

With precaution, she took out her pepper spray and hid it behind her purse.

Only she could save herself now..

“Wanna put your address in-“

“ im sure you dont need it, as you followed me home a few months ago…” she stated staring him. She will not hide the hate she feels for him. Jungkook simply let out a chuckle.

“Right…” he started the car and off into the night they were.

The car ride was silent. Yn was looking at her phone waiting Toms reply since she saw that hes seen it.

PING PING

In a hurry she looked at her phone and she promises she might have thrown up from what she read… it couldn’t be.

T: im so sorry

T: he told me that if i didnt give you to him i would be dead and my family would too… im sorry ynnie… im so so sorry… hes your manager now…

As if on queue… Still with you started playing on the radio. But before that she caught what the host said before that… “Yes! You heard the big news! BTS’s very own Jungkook has signed a contract with the beautiful Yn! He is now her manager and they have more songs on the way! In celebration we will play the song that started it all… Still with you!”

Looking up in pure shock and fear what she had just heard…

“ what did you do..” she mumbled feeling tears run down her face. Jungkook smiled and let out a chuckle.

“ Im starting us over. Im finally getting to have you. We made history and im so glad it wasn’t hard persuading Tom to give you over to me… he practically begged for me to take you.” He looked out the window before turning.

Yn was so lost that she didn’t even realize until now this was definitely not the way to her house.

He wasnt taking her home.

In a panic yn tried to use the pepper spraybut Jungkook quickly said “ I wouldn’t do that if I were you. We could get into a crash, my love. I dont want my lover getting hurt.” He grabbed it from her and threw it in the backseat

“ you never planned to take me home did you?” She mumbled while shaking vigorously. He hummed and nodded, “ No, I finally have you alone…

And you think i was going to just send you off? Absolutely not. Now sit back and enjoy the scenery. Youll be looking at this road a lot more on our way home…” without skipping s beat he turned up the radio and drove a little faster.

And once again Still With You… haunting her ears and soul.

If only she saw the signs then

He wouldn’t be

Still with You.

OH GOSH! If im being honest i think this part 2 might suck lol. But its out there and there is no turning back! This took me 2 days to write and hopefully its okay with you guys. Hopefully you enjoy it!

Tagging Angels: @ctrlsht

[scaralvr]

dendrobiums. scaramouche x gn!reader (angst, no comfort, argument)

prompt #14: "you don't love me, do you?" this is an entry for @versadies writing collab farewell love!!

you had known kunikuzushi for a long time, but not long enough, as it seems he holds secrets to himself he doesn't wish to share with you, his companion, his lover. you believe that upon being cursed with immortality, you've seen it all; the woe and joy that the people around you experience.

though, seeing him distressed and quiet as of late caused your heart to twinge with an inexplicable searing pain. living in a peaceful house isolated within the heavenly fields of inazuma, you found it hard not to feel lonely sometimes, with kunikuzushi being oddly silent.

your kimono fluttered in the light wind that blew, causing the blades of grass to bend under its command. despite your lover's strange nature, you decided to be patient with him, as you always are. vibrant dendrobiums filled the basket you cradled in your arm, planning on gifting them to kunikuzushi who's been cooped up in the house.

a lovely smile adorned your lips akin to vibrant flower petals as you walked back to the house. lately, the air was menacing, as if no one lived in the small cottage you reside in with him. the cottage was perched on a cliff above water, cutting off the bustle of the nation from your peaceful life with him. you close the door behind you and peer into the hallway around the corner.

the door at the end was agape, where you assumed he was laying in bed again. entering the shinshitsu, you greeted him with a, "good evening, kuni." before sitting on the futon, back facing his figure. a few moments of silence passed.

"i picked dendrobiums for you. i know you're not a big fan of flowers but they were blooming so beautifully and... i thought you'd like them." you meekly commented, fingertips grazing against the flower's stem. "kuni-" you turned around and in an instant he was on top of you, pinning you to the futon as the basket of dendrobiums fell to the side, spilling its contents across the floor.

your pupils dilated. his grip on your wrists tightened but you didn't mind it at first; he would never hurt you. "kunikuzushi?" you repeated, in a hushed voice this time. he finally looked into your eyes after what seemed like an eternity.

those electric violet eyes that you've come to love, filled with such hatred.

"do not fool me. why are you here?" kunikuzushi interrogated, teeth gritting together. "just to love and abandon me, is that it? are you staying longer for the pleasure in knowing how much it will hurt when you finally leave?" tears released from his angry glare that landed on your cheek. "i'm here because i love you." you simply replied.

kunikuzushi clenched his jaw. "i said, don't lie." his nails began to dig into the skin of your wrists and at that, you felt your heart rate slightly quicken. "why would i be lying, kunikuzushi?" you breathed out. "you never tell me anything."

at that statement, kunikuzushi's eyes widened. "what do you- what do you mean?" he asked, his grasp loosening but refusing to release. "do you doubt me that much?" you queried with a trembling voice, a tear slipping from your eye and falling onto the futon.

"what happened to you, kunikuzushi? what did they do to you?"

"shut up. you don't know what you're talking about." he whispered, more tears beginning to fall from his eyes. he let go and backed away from you as you sat up, following him out of the room. "you need to tell me something! anything!-" kunikuzushi ignored your protests and covered his ears, "you wouldn't understand. you never understand!"

you paused, "you've never touched me once, don't you know?" he stopped in his tracks. "you never look at me. you haven't done a single thing since we began this hell of a relationship where we promised we'd give each other the affection we never had!" you panted, voice straining to keep a loud volume.

you were afraid he would run away from your inquiries again, from letting you know why he's so distant after years of being with you. that's when you realized, there was only one possibility left.

"you don't love me do you?"

he visibly tensed up. your eyes filled to the brim with more tears bound to escape. all he has to do is say those three words you never heard him tell you before, and you'll be fine. you'll continue to live under the same roof with your lover, who may not tell you everything, but still adores you.

if only that were the case for poor you. poor you, who was victim to the hurtful words he spouted at you, telling you that you're right, he doesn't love you. he supposes he just used you as some sort of mental stability from the people he's met in the past. he supposes that he considered none of this real from the very beginning.

you stood there, hands by your sides as hot tears continuously poured down your face with your mouth slightly agape. oh, the truth hurts, doesn't it?

"love you? i absolutely loathe you, (y/n)." kunikuzushi finished off, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy exhale he took.

a little later, kunikuzushi took a walk to clear his mind. his half-lidded hues flitted across inazuma's heavenly welkin, a gut-wrenching feeling weighing within him. the sun was beginning to set, and he comes to a conclusion. he should learn to let go of the past by now and he'll start with you. you, who have been nothing but patient and gentle with him, you, who never left despite the cold shoulder he gave.

yes, it's always been you. you're the source of his happiness, the reason he wishes to arise to another morning. kunikuzushi feels guilty for what he said earlier and decides to make it up to you by picking dendrobiums, much like the ones you gifted him earlier that he so rudely threw away.

with a hopeful smile gracing his features, he walks through the grass to pick very specific dendrobiums all the while making sure they were perfect from top to bottom, fit for his lover.

kunikuzushi's hands were soiled with the dirt from the ground yet he didn't mind, just as long as he had you waiting for him at home. he sighs out with a grin, rushing to the front door. as he opens it, a strange thought settles in the back of his mind.

the aura seemed a little emptier than usual, but he shrugged it off as the fact that the two of you left off at a bad mood. kunikuzushi was more than ready to apologize, his smile faltering to a smaller one as he realizes you'd probably be mad at him, though he'd understand.

because it doesn't matter, because you'll still stay. to think that you'll be the first person that doesn't betray him still takes him aback sometimes and now, he's ready to accept it.

"my love, i've returned." the nickname sounds a little odd at first, rolling off of his tongue; kunikuzushi hasn't called you an endearment like that, ever. he rounds a corner and makes his way down the hall to the shinshitsu. when he slides the shoji doors open, he drops his flowers but quickly picks them back up.

"(y-y/n)?" he stutters out, gaze anxiously darting about the room as he searches for your presence. how long has he been out for? maybe one, two hours? where could you have gone in all that time? this is when he begins to panic.

kunikuzushi leaves the room and searches all over the house. "(y/n)!" he calls again in a more desperate voice. not now, not yet. he runs outside, panting as he tries to get to the city. stay, for just a little bit longer, he pleads within his mind, hoping to catch sight of you.

you promised...

dodging past hordes of people, he catches a glimpse of you at the docks. kunikuzushi's eyes grow wide in realization. he recollects himself and manages to escape the crowd. his hand reaches for your figure.

"excuse me?"

"huh?" you look up at the man before you who called. "o-oh, nevermind. i thought i saw someone." he stammered, rubbing his neck. you nod your head and enter the boat where you cross paths with your close friend, beidou.

you can see the visible frown on her lips. "you sure you wanna' leave, kid? i mean, it's great you want to continue traveling with the crux again like you used to, but-" you stop her short, "it's alright, beidou. but i appreciate your concern."

you sigh through your nose, giving inazuma a sorrow glance. you'll never forget the lovely puppet you met. the lovely, yet misunderstood puppet.

and that very puppet you were thinking of couldn't do it. he stayed behind a wall, akin to a coward. would things have ended differently if he learned to control his emotions? would you still be in the cottage embracing him in your arms?

he clutches the dendrobiums in his hands, his rigid nails digging into the stems as he thinks about all of these possibilities. kunikuzushi returns to the home he once shared with you with a heavy heart.

upon arrival, he drops the flowers. tears start pouring and in just a few moments, does he start crying like he did those countless nights and for more to come now that you've realized what he truly is.

nothing but a ghastly monster that takes your kindness for granted.

kunikuzushi cries and cries, his body failing him as he falls to his knees. the poor puppet's tears land onto the withering dendrobiums as night covers the whole of inazuma. "i didn't mean it, i didn't," he sobs, recalling the way you looked so harmed by his words.

"i didn't mean anything, i'm sorry," he apologizes to no one in particular, but the wind replies, for it tousles his hair and causes his face to dry, only for more tears to continue dripping. kunikuzushi supposes this is the way it was always going to be like. none of those betrayals were really his fault now, were they?

it's because he can't handle abandonment, and all he wants is to be loved. when he enters the empty bedroom and lays onto the futon, eyes sore from crying, he thinks about a specific time.

the time when you loved him, and always fought for his attention.

"kuni, look!" you presented him a dendrobium, "isn't it pretty? it's pretty just like you!" you happily chirped, walking by his side. kunikuzushi stayed silent as he looked around; anywhere but your gaze. you avoided a frown from placing itself on your lips.

"h-hey, what do you think of nature? it's fascinating, isn't it?" you asked, tilting your head as an attempt to view his expression. blank.

kunikuzushi hisses at the memory, resenting himself for constantly ignoring your obvious yet somewhat subtle acts of affection. fresh tears peek at the corner of his eyes.

"kuni, i bought you dango from the market! i don't know if you like it, but you can always try!"

"i don't."

you stammer, "h-huh?" kunikuzushi emphasizes, "i don't like desserts. they rot the teeth." he mumbled the end of the sentence and your shoulders sink, "oh, i see. well, that's perfectly reasonable!" you laugh it off with that signature smile of yours.

kunikuzushi closes his eyes. he'd do anything to go back to that moment. he would've told you that it was his favourite thing in the world to eat; dango. kunikuzushi wishes he didn't pretend he never saw the desserts that rotted in the trash that you bought or made just for him.

at that, he begins to wonder what your baking tasted like. you often did it for him...

"kuni? i only realized yesterday that, um, you never told me your birthday and i feel a bit bad for not noticing sooner. so i made you a cake to make up for all the ones i missed!" you said with a smile. all of the hope in your eyes dissipates when he looks at you in disgust.

kunikuzushi sighed, "eat it yourself. don't you ever listen to what i say? i hate sweets."

the next morning, a dark cloud hangs above the puppet's head. he believes he has no purpose without you. he tends to try and convince himself that he resents you, but can never bring himself to do it when he knows the truth he hides deep down.

when he joins the fatui and becomes scaramouche, there are only two reasons he continues to push on further. to steal the gnosis for a heart of his own so he may finally apply to love you again.

but what use is it when you've already moved on?

© scaralvr.

[tomorrowxtogether]

TOMORROW X TOGETHER & Jonas Brothers - Do It Like That

Oh my God, this is the collab we didn’t know we needed. Can you blame us for voting it the best new music of the week on Billboard? And believe me, their contenders were very powerful ones. I mean an 89% vote in a category featuring Taylor Swift, Rauw Alejandro, and a Cardi B collab? Once you listen to it, it’s going to be extremely hard for you not to hit the replay button. But boy would I want to be the one receiving those beautiful praises that make up the lyrics of the song.

With thumping basslines and heavenly harmonies, TOMORROW X TOGETHER‘s upbeat track, “Do It Like That,” with the Jonas Brothers, from prolific producer Ryan Tedder – I’m talking about the Tedder behind OneRepublic’s “Counting Stars” and Beyoncé’s “Halo” – is the real feel-good song you need whenever you feel like you can’t get people to dance on top of their cars just by your presence.

“You get me so off track, yeah / Been spinnin’ for miles / But I think that you like that / Can’t deny it,” Nick Jonas kicks off the song, with Joe Jonas leading the pre-chorus, before the three brothers join their voices together in the chorus.

The dance pop song describes the feeling you get that moment you fall in love with someone. Since humans are so very conceited, we often tend to think that whoever we’re falling in love with is the best in the world, and the song perfectly captures that feeling. In fact, its most iconic line is a highlight of that: “You rockin’ that fit / That’s makin’ all them strangers smile.”What screams harmony better than eight great singers joining their voices together on one epic song?

Penned by COLETON RUBIN, Grant Boutin, and Ryan Tedder, the single was accompanied by an exhilarating music video featuring all of TOMORROW X TOGETHER members, including the Jonas Brothers. Within three days, the video managed to bring in 16 million views and looks set to debut at a comfortable spot on various charts across the globe.

“Do It Like That” is the first piece of music from TOMORROW X TOGETHER after the release of their February single “Goodbye Now.” If you want to know more about TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s world, you can certainly catch up with them when upcoming concert/tour documentary, arriving on Disney+, debuts later this month.

The Jonas Brothers heavily promoted the song to their fans with various posts containing snippets of the song’s lyrics. “You sending signals and them waves go far,” Joe shared, with Nick following it up by sharing the same pictures from Joe’s post and adding, “You’re bringing my life back, yeah, you’re doing it in style.”

[inhuman-obey-me]

Heaven Divided

Written for the Lucifer Birthday Collaboration 2022, with the theme "Celestial War" -- you can check out all the artist/writer collabs at the Lucifer Birthday Collab Twitter! See the corresponding art for this piece here Word Count: 4.8k Description: "If you want a battle, I'll give you a war." We all know the story -- Lucifer, the most brilliant of angels, rebelled against God, failed, and fell. But there's so much more to the story than that, isn't there? A story of Lucifer, the revolutionary, and the family that fought beside him. Can also be read on AO3 here

The crowd that has gathered is modest, but it's more than Lucifer was expecting, if he's being honest with himself. He is aware, of course, what influence he has in the Celestial Realm, as not only a seraph but a leader even among that group of highest ranking angels. He's well-liked and admired, certainly. It shouldn't be surprising that more than a few would follow him.

But even so, admiration alone would not, could not, convince angels -- servants dedicated to their Father's will! -- to rebel against that same Father. No, that requires much more courage and conviction, and demonstrates far more belief in him and what he is about to say. They are here to follow him into a war that seems sure to be devastating for all sides.

That is not just admiration; that is faith.

Does he deserve their faith? He hopes so. Hope is all he has, now.

From the edges of his sight, he can see Mammon rallying those who have gathered, corralling them into some semblance of order. It gives him some reassurance, at least, to see his trusted brother here with him. His other siblings, too, are gathered in the crowd, and he sees them scattered throughout.

He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what is to come, as the incoming throngs gradually slow to a trickle.

"My brethren, thank you for coming today," Lucifer begins. "I recognize that it is not an easy thing to join me here. But if you are here with me today, then I trust you are putting your faith in what I have to say. At some time or another, you may have felt the same way I do now. You too have felt doubt, however small. You too can see that our realm, for all we preach order and blessings, maintains that order by ruthlessness and force. We are not what we have claimed to be.

"This world we live in, the order we have been taught, is wrong. There is something very wrong with how the Celestial Realm operates. And that dissonance comes from He who gave us these rules, these restrictions. We have never known anything but the laws of our Father, but these laws have led us astray from what our true purpose is. We were created to spread virtue and His heavenly grace, yet we live under anything but grace.

"We worship a liar, and a hypocrite. We preach the glory of our Father and his creations -- yet, he destroys those creations just as easily without a second thought. He holds no grace for us, nor respect for the wills or minds He has given us. Yet still, He demands glory as we destroy on his behalf.

"This time, we act not on his behalf, but for our own. We fight for a future that we can grasp for ourselves -- one where obedience need not be absolute, where our loved ones are not punished for love or free will. A future where we judge righteousness by our own minds.

"This will not be easy. We will be fighting against our fellow angels. Many of us have fought many times before, but against those who are wicked, against demons and humans who are corrupt and vile. Against those who are against the light we have always represented. This time, you will find yourself face to face with those whom you love. We must fight those who shine just as brightly as us, for a light they cannot yet see.

"But I cannot turn my back on the truths I have realized, and neither can you. With our hands reaching for destiny, remember this: we cannot surrender. When all they know, all we have known, is corrupt, we must not give up, else we submit to that which we have seen is a fallacy.

"A new future calls -- let us go together to claim it. To battle!"

Punctuating his declaration, Lucifer's grandiose set of wings bursts out behind him, launching him high into the skies. Cheers cry out from the gathered angels as they raise their weapons high in assent, and the crowd begins to rise as well, spilling out in formation with shouts of war.

A sick nervousness wells in the pit of Lucifer's stomach, watching the white flutter of angelic robes and wings below following his commands. This fight is needed; of that, he has no doubt -- he has tried over and over now to speak reason and sense into his Father, to no avail. No amount of debate or discussion leads anywhere, nor pleading, nor argument. That had been frustrating enough when it had been over lofty ideals such as those Lucifer had been discussing lately with the Devildom's prince. To be met with the same stubborn ignorance when it came to the much more concrete issue of pleading for his sister's life -- that was too much. If his Father will not run the Celestial Realm properly, then Lucifer will. It's that simple.

But that doesn't change the fact that all these angels now, assembled airborne alongside him, including his own sister and brothers, are all in danger if he fails.

The sight of Mammon, swooping up to meet him, reassures him though, the brilliant gold of his younger brother's eyes catching the sunlight with a sharp gleam. "Lucifer, everyone's heading down to the palace, but the other side's gathering up too. Where do ya want everybody?"

"Keep them in formation. Make sure no one wanders off alone so that they aren't targeted. And keep them on track -- I don't want any unruly troublemakers straying off to attack those who aren't part of the fight."

Mammon gives a quick salute and starts heading back down to relay the orders, when Lucifer pauses and grabs him by the shoulder. Though his voice is steady, there is a quiet anxiousness in his words as he adds, "And Mammon -- watch over our family. Stay with them if you can. We need to make it out of this alive, you hear me? No wild stunts or reckless heroics from you. Stay alive."

The look his brother gives him in return is serious, if slightly annoyed. "Ya know I know that already. Stay alive yourself! You're the one they're going to be really going after, ya know."

Is Lucifer ready for that? He's not sure. But he's made his decision, and he's resolved to stick with it. It's far too late to turn back now.

"I know."

--

The battles have raged ongoing for weeks now.

Somehow, losses on both sides have been fortunately minimal, though neither can claim to be unscathed. But each angel that falls on behalf of his war is a new weight on Lucifer, and he girds himself at the end of each day's battles for fresh reports of the latest casualties.

His siblings, at least, have remained safe. Though they bicker insufferably as always in the evenings over dinner, they at least fight together reliably, always keeping each other safe. Leviathan, as a former general of the Celestial army, is the one exception, using his authority and military expertise to lead large swaths of their forces instead, but for the same reason, Lucifer can rest assured that he's more than capable of watching out for himself. Not to mention, the third brother is at least one of the officers who also stays back at times with Lucifer, delighted that the strategic expertise he'd honed in the past several centuries of playing war games in despair of wanting to be useful can finally be put to practical use again.

It's almost nice to see his younger brother this way again, Lucifer thinks, to watch him blossom with confidence once more rather than burying himself away in self-deprecation. Almost nice -- that is, if not for the constant reminder of the stakes that ride on each decision that they make together.

"We've overtaken this area, so the next one we should target is...here," Levi explains, deep in thought over a map. "Then over here...ooooh this is just like the battle in Warmaker III ~Reign of Discord! Panic~! They were getting overwhelmed and preparing to withdraw, but then the protagonist bravely charges in with reinforcements and they're able to save the critical stronghold before moving on forward! The soldiers are utterly inspired by his brave feats in defending the fortress, and with their spirits raised, they completely turn the battle around to obliterate the enemy forces!!!"

Though he's appreciative of Levi's military expertise, it's all Lucifer can do to hold back a groan in response to his sibling's excited giggling over his game. But still, that tendency to get so carried away with his own little world is exactly what makes him such an adorable younger brother as well. "I suppose that's your way of saying you think I should move to help there then?"

"Yeah, it'll be totally epic loool! Just think -- the troops are tired and starting to falter, but then, the heroic Lucifer appears just in time and saves them with swift action!! Especially if you do what Nuyrad did in that scene against the evil Lasutinian forces, go across this way so you can come in from the western front to catch them off guard!"

"Thank you, Levi. Then, I'll entrust the troops in the south to you."

"Understood!" his brother replies, looking almost cheerful as the elder stands to leave. "Remember, we're with you all the way, Lucifer!! Believe in the us that believes in you!!"

--

When Lucifer arrives at the western edges of the battlefield, it's not long before he spots Asmodeus. His brother's loose robes wave in the winds with dramatic flourishes each time he shoots off an arrow. His movements are captivating, almost like dancing in their gracefulness, and even some of the enemies seem to get distracted from time to time watching him. Unfortunately, this also seems to draw more attention towards him in particular, thus drawing more fire upon him in turn.

Well, Lucifer knows where he's needed, then.

With his six massive wings spanning the sky like an ominous cloud, he swoops down with sword in hand, batting back the arrows before shooting forward to take down several more of the opposing warriors. They begin quickly falling back as he descends upon them with sword in hand, none particularly wanting to be on the receiving end of his blade.

Once the scene has cleared, Lucifer takes the chance to survey the field. As Leviathan had mentioned, it seems the situation had become fairly dire here, with many angels injured and unable to fight, thus leaving those remaining quite outnumbered. They really would have had to retreat soon if he had not arrived just in time.

Asmodeus rushes over right away, flinging his arms dramatically around the seraph as soon as he touches the ground. "Lucifeeeer!!! You came to save me! I thought I was a goner!"

"You could have handled that many arrows just fine, Asmo," Lucifer grumbles, well aware of his lovely younger brother's tendency to exaggerate. "And I'm not only here for you. Leviathan informed me that this area needed help, that's all."

Still, as he gently peels his younger sibling off of him, he can't resist giving him a light ruffle on the head -- to the other's chagrin, as Asmo then has to scramble to fix his hair back to its proper place. It's good to see him still lively as ever, amongst so many wounded.

Asmo gives him an overexaggerated pout in response to his remark but moves on quickly. "Well, yeah, we're not doing great over here. The healers are getting too exhausted to handle all the wounds. I've been trying to help them as much as I can too, but..."

Lucifer hardly needs to be told any more. He promptly marches over to where the wounded are gathered, exchanging a few words with some of the angels performing healing magic before going to stand in the center of the area. The soothing warmth of angelic curative power spills out as he closes his eyes, blanketing the space in soft lights and the scent of rosemary. Other angels around him add their energies in as well, and find themselves bathed in the same lights as the combined magic spreads throughout.

When Lucifer opens his eyes again hardly a moment later, the bedridden's wounds have healed, and the rest gasp at how light their bodies feel again, released from the fatigue of weeks of battle.

Relieved cheers and excited applause break out from around them, led by none other than Asmodeus. "Oh, that's my amazing big brother!! That was incredible!"

He again bursts forth, ready to wrap his arms around Lucifer in another tight hug, but the prideful angel catches him at arm's length with a sigh, not particularly enjoying all the attention on him. "That's enough of that, Asmo. Come, we have a lot to discuss here, it seems."

--

From Asmodeus, Lucifer learns how his siblings had gotten separated in an earlier battle. Beelzebub, Belphegor, and Lilith had still been keeping close together as a unit, as expected of the tight-knit group, but Mammon had gotten pulled away to help in some other area. Asmo himself had fallen behind with a group of archers when some enemies had attempted an ambush on them -- though they had clearly underestimated the beautiful jewel's skills in combat.

Once this area has been secured again, though, it's time for Lucifer to move on. He's not thrilled that his youngest siblings are at the very forefront of battle, even if he knows they're each quite strong in their own right. He almost would have liked for them to stay behind, safe, but of course, there was no way Lilith would accept sitting still when she felt the guilt of being the catalyst for this war. And if Lilith was going in, then so were the twins, who also equally didn't want to let Lucifer fight this on his own.

That doesn't change the worry Lucifer feels now, though, as he rushes forward to the next area.

Their contingent has almost made its way to the Celestial Palace itself now, where the highest ranking angels are keeping guard. The scene is chaotic, with the sharp sounds of angelic weapons clashing and magic slicing every direction.

Thankfully, he finds the cluster of his siblings easily enough among the fighting, helped by Beel's very identifiable large frame and the equally large sword that he swings in wide swaths. Belphie imbues wind magic into his attacks as well, effectively pushing waves of enemies further and further back with each swing, as Lilith guards them against any would-be attackers from behind.

Though he won't tell them, he really is proud to see them working together in such sync.

"Lucifer!" Belphie calls out with a sudden grin, catching sight of his eldest brother overhead. The others perk up as well at the call, and they wave him down to join them.

He nods at them in acknowledgement as his feet touch upon the ground. Soon, the hardest battles will begin, far above where these three can fly. But for now, it's good just to see them, to exchange a few words before he must move on again.

"You're safe," he says simply. "Good."

"So are you," Beelzebub answers back with relief, a hint of guilt in his voice. "Sorry I haven't been able to come with you to protect you..."

Lucifer shakes his head. "No, this is good. You're where you should be. Keep Belphegor and Lilith safe for me."

"We can take care of ourselves!" Lilith chimes in, pouting. Her childish response is betrayed, however, by the serious expression that falls upon her face as she looks away towards Belphie, who merely gives her a comforting hug.

"I know you can," their older brother smirks. "I just saw it. But if I can trust Beel to be my bodyguard, I can trust him to protect you too. That's all."

Beel gives a single nod in response. "I'll keep them safe, Lucifer. I promise."

"Then, we'll keep him safe too," Belphie answers back. His normally sleepy expression is cheerful despite their surroundings, now that he has this moment with the brother he admires so much. "Don't worry about us, we'll be fine here!"

And Lucifer believes it. They'll watch out for each other, definitely; they'll be safe together.

With that reassurance, he nods at each of them again, quickly healing them all of any scrapes before taking flight once more. There's just one last battle beyond here to be fought, then.

--

The uppermost chambers of the Celestial Palace stand aloft just ahead, its brilliant white marble and shining gold accents blindingly bright in these always sunny skies.

Lucifer's wings beat hard, here in the uppermost tier of the Celestial Realm where the winds are too harsh for any but seraphs to even begin to approach. He'll have to fight the rest of this battle on his own, but it's so close now. Here is where their Father presides over everything, with all but his highest ranking kept at arms' length. Here is where He sits upon his lofty throne, watching over His creations at all times, watching and judging. Sitting, watching, even now, as His precious angels throw themselves to destruction at the hands of their former comrades in honor of His glory.

And he is filled again with rage. Rage and wrath, an anger that glows over everything. Disgust at his Father, a reignited indignation for all He represents. The fury of thousands of years of wasted obedience now discarded burns within him.

The sharp, unforgiving clangs of his sword ring out like a death knell -- the tolling of a bell marking the end of a realm which will never be the same, after this war.

Lucifer is perfectly okay with that. It doesn't deserve to stay the same.

He lunges forth, the righteous ire of his ideals igniting sparks of magic that flit across his form. Deep blue and golden yellow lights dance across his figure in waves, wrapping his sword with celestial power.

But the sting of betrayal burns too in Michael's throat, as the friend who had always stood side-by-side with him strikes at his other loved ones. Uriel and Gabriel together can hardly keep the brilliant morning star at bay.

"Lucifer!" he shouts, rushing in to defend the other seraphs as they fall back. "Your madness ends here!"

"It is not madness to unseat a tyrant," Lucifer growls back, refocusing his assault on the one he had until now worked side-by-side with, always. "What is madness is the way we have praised and followed someone so flawed without question until now."

"It is madness to question Him! His plans are far greater than any of us, and it is not our place to doubt them!"

"Yet it is the Demon Prince, of all beings, who works to bring peace between the realms, while our Father is content not to even engage with him. Do you not see the hypocrisy there, Michael? Do you not see the truth?"

Their swords smash relentlessly against each other as the two highest angels of the realm battle back and forth.

"It is not hypocrisy for angels not to consort with wicked demons," Michael insists still. "Your truth is nonsense, Lucifer! Look what chaos has erupted beneath here. That is your doing, not our Father's! You are the one who is causing all of this!"

The accusation strikes unexpectedly deeply into precisely all the worries on Lucifer's mind. Perhaps it was inevitable for the one angel who shared just as much responsibility for the realm as he did to know what exactly weighed heaviest upon him. But, in this moment, with that same weight carrying him forward, it is exactly his sense of responsibility to everyone that ensures he cannot back down.

"They follow me because they have chosen to! The freedom of choice, Michael, that is what we have never had! You may have chosen to just keep believing, but they have not. Just as I have chosen this path, they have chosen to follow!"

The determined fury behind Lucifer's words is echoed by the force behind his blade, and Michael is momentarily flung back. But he has just as much determination to bring his precious partner in arms back. He tightens his grip on his sword, steeling himself.

"They have chosen to follow you, Lucifer. It has always been you. Our Father, the other seraphs, the young angels still growing up -- for everyone, it has always been you. You should know full well that they have always admired you. As did I! But what do you give them in return? A war, in which countless angels will lose their lives! You lead them to their own destruction, Lucifer! You will destroy your own family!"

Family. The images of them swirl his mind -- Mammon's reminder to be careful, Leviathan's cheer of support, the rain of arrows coming down upon Asmodeus, the twins working together. And his sister, his dear sister, sweet child of the family, whose great damning sin had been loving too deeply, giving too much. He sees it in his mind's eye, the desperation on her face before taking that heavenly fruit, the hopelessness at her decreed fate afterwards, her grateful sobs when Lucifer made up his mind to fight.

And Michael deems fit to lecture him on family? Michael, whose only family loyalty lies with the Father who cannot be bothered to lift a finger in this war, even as His faithful angels die for Him?

The rage in Lucifer only flares up further at the thought, pushing him to the edge of deliriousness. "I am doing this for my family!" he bellows, magic rippling across his entire body like fire. "I will not allow my sister to be destroyed for the sake of His rules and His pride!"

His face splits into a sadistic grin as he summons forth every bit of power within him to take on this most powerful of opponents, the one angel whose strength matches his own.

And in that moment, what Michael sees is no longer his precious friend, the brilliantly shining Morning Star that leads the realm with utmost light. In that moment, what Michael sees is a darkness he has never before seen in an angel, one that terrifies him to the depths of his soul. Though his feathers are still pure white, halo still as golden as his own, the wrath in the red glow of those eyes is unmistakable.

In that moment, Michael no longer sees his angelic companion, Lucifer. No, what he sees is a demon -- an adversary.

He knows what angels ought to do to demons.

Michael's own seraphic power begins to take shape around him, bathing his white feathers in sunlit yellow, no longer any hint of restraint against the one who had always been his equal companion in all Celestial matters. If this is what Lucifer has become, then he will not live. If this truth has become his demon, Michael will destroy it from him by force.

Lucifer throws himself forward, blade smashing hard against the one Michael puts up just in time to block it. But the dark-haired angel is relentless, pushed forward by images of his sister's decreed obliteration flooding his mind. With a quick turn of his wrist, he flips the sword around, slamming the hilt hard up against the other's face.

Michael recovers quickly enough, but wrath has taken over now, and Lucifer's flurry of strikes are unforgiving in their pace. He pushes hard, barely giving the other a moment to breathe between parries, slipping in punches and blows wherever there's an opening. But with equal passion of determination, Michael doggedly goes after every moment of weakness from Lucifer in turn.

Their struggle rages on this way for hours, each fueled by pure emotion past the limits of their fatigue. Their blood splatters against each other; anger and hatred mix in screaming sparks of magic clashing against one another.

And then, at last, a final strike at the hilt of Michael's blade sends it hurtling out of his hands.

Lucifer stares him down for a moment, almost ready to offer a moment of mercy to his once peer, to let him retreat from here gracefully rather than falling to his blade.

Instead, Michael makes one final desperate attempt to end the war for himself -- he lunges at Lucifer, wrapping his arms around his former friend to plunge a hidden dagger into his back.

Stunned, Lucifer slashes his sword out one last time, a clean slice straight across Michael's chest as he breaks out of his hold.

For the briefest of moments, their eyes meet, and Michael reaches out almost by instinct to grab the other's hand, trying to catch him before he begins to fall from the sky. Grief and regret wash over him. But it comes too late, and Lucifer's fingers slip out of his blood-soaked grasp.

A loose glint of metal catches their eyes for just a second.

And then, almost as quickly as the moment happens, it's broken. Lucifer is falling, and as he does, he sees another pair of wings collapsing in the sky.

He knows those wings.

Lilith.

--

Lucifer watches as the demon prince and his ever-faithful butler carry away his sister's fallen body.

His wings, already turning from white to black, flutter darkening feathers all around him. And there is helplessness -- at his vulnerability, at his transformation, at his failure against Michael and his failing for his family. Helplessness, and grief, and fear -- and no sign yet of what has become of the others. Is this their fate? Are all of them to die like Lilith, or perhaps worse yet, become filled with darkness as he seems to now be?

It is his fault.

This is the thought that floods his mind, as rage begins to consume the fear.

Damn it all, he has failed them, hasn't he? Self-hatred burns through every inch of his body. The fury he has felt throughout this whole war redirects inwards. No longer is it only fury at his Father; now, there is also vicious fury at himself.

Somewhere beside him, his hands find his blade once more, and his fingers curl with resentment around the hilt.

If Lilith survives this, if Lord Diavolo really can save her, he hopes she won't remember him. He hopes she'll be safe somewhere, safe from his futile hubris and their Father's vengeance alike.

Slice.

He doesn't deserve the sweet smile Belphegor gave him, either, before leaving those three behind to their fate. He'd entrusted everything to Lucifer, his supposedly infallible big brother, and where has that led them now?

Slice.

He should have been the one protecting them, rather than leaving the burden to Beelzebub. It should have been his job, as the eldest. That, too, is his failure.

Slice.

Asmodeus's eyes shine adoringly in his mind, the only true expression his beautiful younger brother has ever given him. What will become of that sweet, admiring brother now, for having followed this foolish, prideful idol into what they should have known would be a hopeless war?

Slice.

He can only imagine how this will hurt the already gloomy Leviathan. What should have been a shining time of redemption for the former general, now the greatest failure of their lives, all because of his conceited delusions of rebellion.

Slice.

And Mammon -- his favorite younger brother, ever loyal, always with unwavering belief in him. A belief in him that now will lead him straight to hell, quite literally, right alongside Lucifer. And he knows already, how he will forgive him for this, how he will not blame Lucifer for any of it.

But he deserves their blame, and their resentment, all the disgust, the anger, the hatred for what their lives are about to become.

Slice.

The last of his wings falls from his back, chopped off by his own hand.

No more. He is an angel no more.

The sword clatters to the ground as it slips from his grasp, the sound echoing through the empty coliseum like a bell.

As if waking to the sound, the delirious stupor he'd been acting in shatters. Pain from his wounds, those from his earlier battle and those self-inflicted alike, finally explode across his body. Everything he'd been holding back until now, the physical and mental alike, washes over him. A scream releases itself from his throat unbidden as the agony drags him to his knees.

His vision is red, red, filled with blood, coated in violence. There are more screams, but he hardly hears himself. All the chaotic, crashing feelings within him -- hatred, anguish, fury, grief, guilt, despair -- are screaming to be released; he cannot hold them within himself anymore. And gradually, these complicated emotions coalesce into a single point.

Wrath.

A shadow begins to take form within the pile of his discarded wings.

Wrath.

[neoyuno]

I just read it wasnt me and i am so curious to know how jaehyun and ready met? since she was his celebrity crush, hope you are doing well luvv!! xx

The Meeting | jeong jaehyun ♡ fem!reader | Suggestive Romance (other parts contain smut) + Comedy | 2.4 K | 12 min read | warnings: mild cussing, suggestive language (thoughts)

The first time he saw you, he became utterly infatuated with every single thing about you. The curves of your body, the sparkle in your eyes, the shape of your lips, your strong gaze—every detail about you made his insides churn in an unexpected feeling.

When he heard your voice, he lost himself in the sweet sound, imagining things far from heavenly coming from between your lips.

Heavenly. You were heavenly, but the things you made him feel were enough to book a ticket straight to the pits of hell.

He had always been a big fan of your work, he had covered your songs countless times. The sensual lyrics never failed to bring heat to his raspberry-tinted cheeks. Everyone would always say that the harmony his voice created above yours was almost perfect—everyone seemed to think this but you, since you didn’t seem to know who he was.

Jaehyun was well known in his home country, South Korea. His group did very well and the few solo projects he had in the past were well received by the audience. It wasn’t until recently that they started promoting overseas, “big” was too small to describe his excitement to try new things, new genres, new languages, and new audiences.

Everything about trying new things excited him, he was a man of challenges, always pushing himself to do bigger and better than “past Jaehyun”. He never thought of anyone as competition, the only competition was himself.

This excitement, however, was replaced with so much more when they were told one of the biggest record labels in America wanted to sign with them. He wasn’t excited because the company was going to give him opportunities to collab with some of his favorite artists from outside Korea—but because it was your record label.

After signing the contract with your record label, Johnny would always tease him, saying things like “maybe the love of your life will finally notice you.” or “now that we’re signed here, you can start a secret romance with her.” He would even say things like “maybe you can make your fantasy come true in her studio.”

“Hyung, I already told you, I won’t make a move on her. She probably doesn’t even know who I am.” He sighed and fixed his jacket.

“Your loss, I heard she like tall guys, anyway…” the older boy clicked his tongue, earning himself a piercing stare from Jaehyun.

“If I’m not trying anything, neither are you. Okay?” His voice sounded agitated, irritated. “Okay.”

Johnny chuckled and spoke again, “Whipped.”

In the corner of the room, their manager popped up from the doorway. He wore a disappointed expression directed towards the newly brown-haired boy.

“Bad news, _____ won’t be attending the event. Something came up and she won’t be able to make it.”

The room went silent as the other 9 boys stared at Jaehyun. He stared at the floor before scanning the room and seeing all the eyes were on him.

“What? It doesn’t matter. Like I said, she doesn’t know who I am, anyway.”

Returning to get his hair fixed, he overheard the blue-haired guy whispering. He had moved to the manager’s side, curious about something.

“Does that mean I will have to present it by myself?” Taeyong asked, concerned.

“No, she asked corporate to make a regular announcement later this month.”

“Announcement? Didn’t we just have a comeback?” Jaehyun asked.

“Uh,” making him anxious was the last thing they needed, which is why the fact that you’d be producing and writing for their next album was kept a secret from him. “Announcement for our... new… merch.”

Jaehyun hummed at the mildly believable excuse his older member gave him.

Just a few months ago they had traveled to Los Angeles, the day they signed their contract. That very same day he had rehearsed his greeting in front of the mirror over and over—and over again.

“My name is Jaehyun.” Looking at his reflection he saw a creepy wide smile, obviously, he couldn’t approach you that way. “My name is Jay. No, it’s not.”

The accumulated nervousness had his hands sweaty and his ears permanently red. He was scared, scared of fucking it up and having you think he was weird, or in the worst-case scenario, disrespectful.

His nerves were short-lived when he scrolled down his Instagram feed and saw you posted a story, of what seemed like a vacation, in Puerto Rico.

Things like this made him wish his company gave him more freedom. Freedom to travel and have vacations more often.

He wanted to have the freedom he was not allowed in Korea, going out whenever he wanted to, having his own apartment, having creative freedom over his music—dating was a plus, especially if it was you.

He begged and begged to be excused from his schedule to attend a concert you had in Seoul, yet every time the answer was ‘no’. Every time he had the opportunity to meet you, he was met with disappointment.

Now, he saw himself facing yet another heartbreak at the fact that he was not going to meet you. Again.

Disappointed, he walked next to his members, each getting into a black van at a time. The ride to the record label building was longer than he would’ve wanted, the slight makeup covered the prominent eye bags that have been with him for the past few months.

He was exhausted, his eyes carried almost 5 months of accumulated fatigue. The one thing that had him going was that he was finally going to meet you, but of course, that wasn’t a motivation anymore.

Upon their arrival at the building, a long red carpet decorated the way, a few labelmates had their pictures taken while the others socialized amongst the others.

“C’mon guys, stop at each panel to get your shots taken and then help yourselves to anything you want at the lounge.” Their PR said while pointing over at the red carpet.

It all felt surreal for Jaehyun, seeing himself surrounded by many of the artists he loved, all the artists that were loved by many people around the world—and he knew deep inside that soon, he was going to be in the same place.

“Did you hear that?” Mark squealed. “He said he wants me to rap in one of his songs, man! How cool is that?”

“Man, I’m so happy we were able to come here alone. It’s less suffocating.” Johnny pointed out.

After a few minutes, they had been welcomed by many other people. Staff, artists, makeup artists, corporate—everyone seemed fond of the 10 guys present.

Jaehyun smiled at the story a fellow producer was saying. It had been 1 hour since they walked the red carpet over to the small parking lot turned lodge. A few other artists were still walking, the media interviewing them and taking a few photos.

“You guys are amazing, we got presented your music last year. Corporate fell in love with you and decided to take on the recommendation of one of our artists.”

The statement took them back, as far as they knew their record label in Korea had been looking out to sign them with an international label.

“Excuse me, recommendation? Someone from the label actually presented us to corporate?” Mark asked, eyes wide open.

“You guys didn’t know? Very lucky, I must say.” He took a sip from their drink while nodding.

“Excuse me, I gotta use the restroom, will be right back!” Jaehyun said and excused himself as the people in front of him nodded.

“But who would know us from the label?” Johnny asked. “I mean before we were signed.”

“They really didn’t tell you anything?“ He asked. “____ presented y’all to corporate.” The rest of the guys turned to look at each other, not believing the information their dimpled friend had just missed.

“Since she is one of the main producers here as well, she had the opportunity to recommend an artist and she chose you guys.” The guys gasped softly and smiled. “She was talking about y’all non-stop. Always blabbering and blabbering about how great and handsome Jaehyun was.”

Johnny and Mark let out a loud laugh, they couldn’t believe his friend’s dream was a reality and he had just missed hearing about it.

“No way…” Taeil chuckled. “He is literally always talking about her too, drives me nuts!” He joked making the producer laugh.

“Sounds like they were made for each other then… cause she drives me nuts too.”

“Last call, are you coming with me? I got some things you’ll want to see, tell all your boys that you’re busy…” a voice sang from down the hall.

Jaehyun stopped in his tracks at the sound of a very familiar voice and let alone, an extremely familiar song—with different lyrics.

“Love how that body feels on me… ah, I’m so tired.” He heard the soft voice say, a yawn following afterward.

His heart started racing and his palms got sweaty. He had to be dreaming, this was not happening. He was not prepared. He couldn’t believe he was hearing the most angelic voice in real-time—hell, in real life!

He heard a door opening and tried to escape, but he didn’t know where exactly the door was—and boy, did he go the wrong way.

You exited the bathroom just to bump into a hard chest, causing you to scream and so he did too. “OH MY GOD! You just scared the shit out of me-“ you stopped when you looked up at the owner of the toned chest, your eyes almost popping out of your face as you gasped.

Jaehyun’s whole face was as red as a tomato, his mind couldn’t just process what was happening, you were supposed to not be here.

“I-I am so-so so-sorry… I j-just, uhm… I-I-I was lo-looking for the…” he said. “The uhm… the… shit, how do you say 화장실 in English?” He asked himself but was talking out loud. “Jaehyun, pull yourself together!” He whisper shouted.

“The men’s bathroom is the other way…” you giggled softly at his blushed cheeks. He was absolutely breathtaking. His hair was styled beautifully and his outfit was just, oh so hot.

On the other hand, you looked like a bum, but to him, you looked like a whole goddess. Your bare face looked so soft and glowy that he had to fight the urge to caress it. But you, you couldn’t stop yourself, cause there was absolutely no way the most perfect man in the world was standing before you.

Jaehyun felt something poke his cheek, looking down to see it was your index finger.

“You poked my face.” He whispered. Shit, you actually did it—but you were quick to not let your embarrassment show.

“I know, you had something on your cheek.” You whispered back and smiled.

“Oh, thank you.” He said and if he thought he couldn’t blush even more—he was very wrong.

He stood there staring at you, he couldn’t believe that the love of his life was actually real and standing before him. His mind couldn’t process just how beautiful you were.

“This is not how I rehearsed this moment.” He said and you chuckled lightly while his heart was about to burst.

“I’m _____.” You said with a wide smile and offered him your hand to shake.

“I’m Jay…” he smiled and accepted your hand. “Well, that’s my nickname, my name is-“

“Jaehyun. I know.” You smiled and he did too.

“Never in my life would I have thought you knew who I was…” he confessed and you pouted.

“Hun, you are in one of the biggest boybands in the world—which is also my favorite.” You assured. “Of course, I’d know who you are! Plus we are both ambassadors for the same designer.”

He smiled and scratched the back of his neck. “Your favorite, you say?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Ooh, ego boost?” You clicked your tongue and shook your head while still holding a smile.

“So, who’s your favorite member?” He asked and leaned on the wall.

“Not you.” You smiled widely and he gasped while holding his chest.

“Ouch.” He pouted.

“You know… you should introduce me to Johnny.” he frowned a bit at the memory of the tall man saying he would make a move on you if he didn’t—but he never expected for you to like the tall man.

“Uhm, yeah… I can do that…” he said softly, a pink blush over his pretty cheeks.

“You know I’m kidding, right?” His face lit up and you scrunched your nose at his cuteness.

“Yeah, I knew that.” He shrugged and you laughed. He couldn’t help but smile at such a pretty sound. He had made you laugh! He, Jeong Jaehyun, had made the prettiest girl in the world laugh!

“You’re my favorite.” You said and squished his cheeks before walking away, leaving him breathless. “See you around, handsome!” You winked and waved before leaving to the studio.

Jaehyun stood there for a few seconds after you disappeared at the end of the hallway. His hand subconsciously reached to touch his cheek, you had squished his cheeks. He couldn’t believe that actually happened.

The man was left speechless at how quickly you went from sweet to suave. On top of that, you called him handsome—of course, he has had many people call him that before but they didn’t seem to matter as much as you saying it. Plus, you knew a lot about him, embarrassment sank in when he thought of you probably knowing about his insane crush on you—but he was too happy to care.

“Dude, where have you been? Did you get lost?” He heard a voice call.

“What?” He looked back to the man, hand still on his cheek.

“It’s been like 10 minutes, were you crying or something?” Johnny teased and Jaehyun hit him softly. “I got some news for you that will make you very happy.”

But Jaehyun knew nothing he said would make him happier than how he felt at that exact moment. You laugh replayed in his mind and the touch of your hand still lingered on his cheek. He missed his chance to ask for your number, but something in his heart told him he would have you in his life for a long time—little did he know you had the same feeling too.

NEOYUNO 2022

I really hope you like this!!! Please feel free to request any other idol!jae x celebcrush!reader scenarios <33

[ferventrabbit]

First fic lines

Ooooh this is so fun! I was tagged by @petrichorca. I am legit curious to see what these are 👀

Post the first line of your ten most recent fics, and see if there are any patterns.

1. Interlude: They’re in an apparently secret room at Jackie’z - Ed is amazed Stede knows about this place, and he’s also not quite sure how they got down here.

2. One Day You'll Awaken: The sea witch arrives in a veil of mist, on a howl of wind.

3. Threshold: “Maybe we just need to air it out a bit,” Stede says, though “a bit” might be an understatement.

4. The Second Coming and Other Heavenly Tales: As soon as the elevator dings at the top floor Aziraphale knows he’s made a mistake.

5. The Lube That Fell to Earth: It’s a hot summer night when the meteor crash lands.

6. Perfectly Ordinary Tuesday (collab with @petrichorca): That morning Stede wakes up with Ed’s arm draped over his chest, Ed’s hair spilling in every possible direction across his skin.

7. Holdover: Stede hasn’t worn a nightshirt since the day he died.

8. Wide Awake: They’ve taken to chatting on the main top after storytime, well into the night. 

9. High Point: Ed’s boots finally feel broken in, and just in time. 

10. Wanted: It’s thirteen days after the fuckery, and Ed can see light like stars through tiny holes in the coffin.

Soooo interesting. So this kind of reinforces that I really like to start writing in media res. I kind of picture stories happening in my head and then just hit pause to start writing. I always write in present tense, maybe for this reason. As a reader I like the feeling of just stepping into a story, so that's how I write most of the time!

Tagging at random, feel free to post your own even if I don't tag!! @amuseoffyre @clairegregoryau @zigster-ao3

[kirstenonic05]

I can't believe I got tagged for this. Thank you @rottenpumpkin13!

Rules: post the names of the files of your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I'm gonna tag people now and then put the WIP names under the read more because I wasn't lying when I said I have an unholy amount of WIPs!

@nibwhipdragon @idolcrescent @shadowsageingempress and anyone else who wants to do this! No pressure, though! :D

I have this many stories:

And this many finished:

So uh. This'll be fun. (I won't do all my WIPs but... it's still a lot...)

I think this would be a lot funnier if I took screenshots of the names/adding the pictures that are attached to the Keep notes, but there are just too many to do that. Anything in italic isn't in the title, it's just present me screaming

(Sadly all my finished fics have funnier titles since I finish crackfics in a day, and sorry for the weird formatting! I reached the paragraph cap apparently :()

Star of the Sea 2 (No name)

"What should we do with its corpse?" (Rewritten) (Two ghosts discuss throwing away a dead centipede. One throws it at the other)

Encounter with the Local Dark Mage (I only have a title... I don't even know who the characters will be yet... Why am I like this...)

Comfort (I'M A SENTENCE OFF OF FINISHING I THINK)

The Demon and the Boy (I am SO CLOSE to finishing this. Just need to edit. Might end up on Ao3)

The Dark Mage and the Dark Alchemist

I don't have a title but Sig cheers up Schezo

A New Cave???

A Len, Two Lens (Waiting on Ink to send me some of the script, collab moment)

Scarf

Also no name, smth abt Allen and Hibiya but fantasy???

The Closet's Other Door (Continuation of a fic named The Closet)

Also no name, Armani (OC)'s birthday

Photos

The Master of the Heavenly Yard

I don't want to die

Nightmare (I thought this was done...)

A Glitch's Musings (I DON'T REMEMBER WRITING MORE ECHOED TIME STUFF HELLO??)

Times Two (I wrote so much for Echoed Time and. Forgot)

Repression

No name but continuation of Joseph has a dragon spirit that goes out of control (Aurora Dragon)

Plush

No name, everyone's animal hybrids except Sonic

Sick

Interrogation

I'm so sorry Mayday (I'm so sorry for doing this to you Mayday...)

No name, Joseph post apocalypse(?)

Me, the Stall Wall, and You

Three Wings, Five (OUGH THE AU UPDATED. NOW IT HAS TO BE 7 WINGS)

You tried (That sounds so angsty without the context of Chrom walks into a Minecraft desert temple and blows up...)

Digitalis

Spin a Tale of Silk and Cotton

Chase

Isle of Destiny

Reality Check

Guardian Angel

To the Pure Body, to the Perfect Existence

Volume Control (Help how do you write sad Tsukasa)

Last One Standing

Dualheart

Different

Twist of Fate

Dimensional Scream

Before Disaster

Fighting a King

Red String

At Dawn (DD edition)

Bottoms Up

Themes

What's in a name?

Couple of Strays

Stuck in Stone

Heterochromia

City Boy Lost (Joseph gets lost: The story)

Merry Chrimpus

Tales from the Shattered Star

Birth... marks? (This was meant for Caejose week but I was busy rip)

From the Dark World

Dark Fear

Night in the Desert

So, do you like him? (Huh Joseph? Do you like him? It looks like you do)

Corrupted Code

Crumbling Stars

Hotel (My lord I was on a full SoSS spree after Frontiers, that's like 6 in a row including two others that are here somewhere)

Tension

Heads Up! (Local hedgehog yeets ghost friend's head at people)

Ridgegate Rumble (Also the name of the song I'm turning in as an assignment lol)

Redeemed Flame

Light of the Sun

Out of Known Time (Almost done...)

Swords

Carriage (The only Shrimp fic that isn't finished, set before Soggy Shrimp and Emotional Support Shrimp)

Another Life

The Ultimate

Faded Light

Wish Come Through - Wish Fall

Meeting

Aurora Dragon

Family

Reflection

Instinct

Murky Water

Land of Ice (Light, Butterflies and the Never-Ending Winter)

Refracted Invader

"Best Coffee to ever grace the earth"

The Boy

Enter: The Ripple

Skirmish Pack

At what cost?

Silence

Your Turn

Copy (OH RIGHT JOSEPH CLONE AU. I SHOULD FINISH THAT.)

A New World

Clothes

Threaded Stars (SOSS DD crossover I forgot about...)

Sugar Rush

To Turn Back Time

Arachnophobia

BOY I DIE The End (I've finished BOY I DIE the first and almost finished this one :3)

BOY I DIE the middle one (I have not started this one though...)

Yearn For Home

Wait ghosts can't-

A Totally Normal Day (Putting my OCs on a date...)

Insight

Sweet Treat

Logical Stimulus (HELP BATTLE SCENES ARE SO HARD TO WRITE. HOW DO YOU WRITE VANITAS.)

Blue Eyes, Red Stone (I forgot to finish this one sorry Nibwhip... It's the Monster Hunter JoJo fic)

Photo Ghost

Unfounded Kingdom

Two

Not so Dark

Similar (Hedgehog and Human)

Popsicles (Will be on the Caejose collection once it's done. If I finish it, of course)

Just a Familiar

Final Battle...?

Time Stops

Barista

Heart's Pulse

Immortal

Welcome to Vivosaur Island

The Heroes

Fireflies

Like Surviving the Apocalypse (OC edition)

Like Surviving the Apocalypse (AU Joseph edition)

Live Play

Aragami - 荒神

Reunion

It's Time (Kirsten finish Echoed Time fics challenge: impossible. Literally this is the beginning of the series and I STILL haven't finished it.)

Chaos Warp (OH HELLO SOSS FIC THAT IGNORES ALL THE RULES OF SOSS)

Light in the Dark

My Own Hands (Rerun)

My Own Hands

Comrades No More (Rerun)

Comrades No More (OG CitS edition)

Distorted Graffiti (It's literally just Comrades No More with a different name and they dance before killing each other... what the heck past me...)

Winter Wonderland

The Supernatural

【End of Days】 (Kirsten don't write the end of the AU before the start challenge: Impossible impossible)

Midnight Dancing

Arena (I think I never finished this because the characters changed names 3 times during writing lol)

Learn to Dance

Ruins Deep

How to say "I love you" (Learn to dance from Caesar's POV)

Tsunami

Snow Tower

Phone

Time, again and again

Heart Burn (Probably gonna split this into 4 different oneshots ngl)

Cast Away (I THOUGHT I FINISHED THIS D:)

Eternamax

Cute? (Not in the way you think)

Mission

Jail of Burning Hell (An actual mission name from Sonic Adventure. How.)

Treading the Needle (I wrote the start to OG CitS and never finished it, then proceeded to write everything in between and the end. Ok me.)

Legendary Heroes II

Beautiful One Day

Lock

Table Tennis Table (OH RIGHT THE JOSEPH AND SONIC BREAK A TV AND ALLEN IS DISAPPOINTED FIC. I NEED TO FINISH THIS.)

Brioche (I have like 3 fics named brioche. Which fic is this.)

Braving Lightning

Meet the Ghosts

Rift Token Pendent

Joe's Diary 2

Zombies at Port

Zombies at Port (Dream accurate) (Technically done?)

The Start of Origins

Beast on World's End (The day I figure out how to write DIO, the day I will finish this fic)

Shuniji (EotD version)

Shuniji (Minecraft accurate)

Lunch

Mice on Venus

Anigame

Anigame 2 (Kirsten name your fics-)

Ridgegate Rock (OG CitS version)

Night Market

Arrival (i wrote this playing Stardew) (The previous brackets is actually in the title...)

Butterfly House (Valentines 2021) (NOOO I NEVER FINISHED THIS D:)

Water's Edge

Turtle Beach

Allen, Joseph, and the Mizutsune (I need to. Finish this.)

Streak of Lightning

Guest

(Not So) Secret Island

Son of a Champion (Nuzlocke gone wrong not clickbait)

Kars' 100% Accurate Retelling of Meeting Joseph (It's not accurate)

Through Ghost Eye

Dance of the Decorous

March of the Profane (So I made this challenge where I wrote two fics at the same time (This and Dance of the Decorous) that share the same amount of sentences, and chose two songs that are the same but remixes as the titles. I wanna continue these fics sometime cause I'm kinda proud of them ngl...)

Purest Sky and Sea (Started this with Ink and. Forgot abt it)

Wrong Seat, Right Timing (Ink and I have to finish this! :D)

Blue on the Run

Dawn (Another fic named Dawn??? It's... Stardew???)

Temporal Rift (THIS WASN'T EVEN TAGGED AS STORY I JUST STUMBLED ACROSS IT WHILE TRYING TO FIND SMTH. HELP I MIGHT HAVE A LOT OF FICS I'M MISSING)

Shadows on the East (This is one of my most important fics and it wasn't tagged as story...)

Up towards the sky (I wrote a Caejose New Years fic??? What??? When???)

Where it all went wrong

Poffins (Continuation to Underground on Ao3!)

Eye of Memory

Sunflowers Spring Forth Day

~ℜ𝔢𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢~ Bluebells Sound Death

Sunset Orange (I think I've written more oneshots for this AU than the actual main story...)

Sunrise Yellow

EC x SDV (Aka Boredom/Commas everywhere) (I REMEMBER THAT I COULDN'T FINISH THIS BECAUSE IT WENT OVER THE GOOGLE KEEP WORD LIMIT LOL)

The Mystery of the Two Pranksters

Lost Memory

I know who you are (Well that's not cryptic as heck)

Token

Dreaming of Shooting Stars

Dreams (3 SoSS fics in a row again. Huh.)

Love?

Name

Nest

Golden Friendships

No name, Eye of the Sea intro for EotD

Who are you?

Valentines (ANOTHER VALENTINES FIC???)

Stairwell (This was a story where anything stupid that happened to me at this stairwell would be rewritten with characters but... I'm not at that school anymore... this might be finished...)

Full

Orchid

The Legendary Wolf Likes Coke (COCA COLA. NOT COCAINE)

America? (America is not real)

JOeStar rEcreation: Project Hamon (J.O.S.E.P.H ;) )

Rain under the Trees

It feels like midnight

The Revolution Comes Around Again

Before I say goodbye to you

Collab Story

The end of the 10 year story (10 years irl)

Null

Rumours

The Mentor Servant's Name

Who's She? (Sounds kinda angsty but it's not... It's SoSS)

Shadows of the Past (White Deal)

Scarf (OH LOL I'VE USED THIS TITLE TWICE)

Sea of Fire

Visit

Left in Ruins

The Concept of Love

A little spider goes a long way (Eden why did you name the spider that) (My friend named a spider Joseph and then we talked abt it and a crackfic spawned...)

Safari Zone

Another

DD rewritten

Around the World

One and the Same

Royalty is not for us

Entralinked

Servant of the Worlds

The Evillious Chair

Why does a flaming arrow hold a curse instead of killing the victim straight away?

Strengths and Weaknesses

Christmas Snack

Happy birthday Sonic!

Back in Time

Blossom Storm

Hanahaki

A day in the life of the Kagamine/Lucifin Twins (TYPO SPOTTED. IT'S SPELT "LUCIFEN")

Tricksters in the Lucifenia Palace

Slice of Life - Ancestral Bonds (I'm 100% sure there's a continuation to this somewhere that's unfinished but I can't find it...)

As Faith Foretold

Dimensional Defenders - 1 (My first ever fic!!! Wow!!!)

Experiment TS-#042 (Sad that I didn't get far in this, I had so many ideas for this AU as a kid)

Mirai

A day in the Lucifenian Castle

Len's Adventures at Gakupo's Sushiria (Collab with my friend, who wrote Miku's Scooperia)

Tuna why did you make me do this you peckneck smh (Speaking of said friend...)

Shattered Mirrors

One

Through the desert's flames

Pocky

Earthen Guardians

Ships on a Spaceship (There are 3 separate stories for this, and 2 more planned. Why would I do that to myself)

Azure Gold

Azure Wind (These two fics are not related to each other. Azure Gold and In Love with a Wyvern are. What.)

Mirror Cave

In love with a wyvern

New World, New Beginnings (JOJO MINECRAFT ISEKAI FIC I WROTE AND FORGOT ABT??? HELLO???)

Lab AU??? (The AU has a name y'know, past me)

Among Us there are Two (Part 3) (ONE DAY I WILL FINISH THIS)

Cookies

And that's all! If you made it this far, thank you for dealing with my disaster!

[sebyplays2]

/ polyamorous-elevenv2 here! so u did have a bad time, so I decided to try to work something for u. like part of the collab. I didn't start it, bc I asked if u have any idea for the prompt for that collab but u never responded. but well, anyway, let's start.

It wasn't anything unusual. Max was spending a lot of time lately with Lucas and El. It was normal. El was her best friend, and Lucas was her boyfriend. It was okay. They hang out a lot as a trio, they went to the movies, on ice creams, they even taught El the beautiful art of judging people together!

But today, well, today was different.

Last night, the trio of them decided to go to Lucas' house because it was still bright outside, even though rain was raining like crazy. They ended up on his couch, choosing one of the videotapes Lucas had in his home, and decided to watch it. It started with comedy movie, then they switched to horror one, and at the end they have chosen... romance, yeah. But it was funny. Characters were straight up dumb, but El was loving it, looking at the screen with bright eyes, making both Max and Lucas smile.

And Max didn't want to think about it then, but... it wasn't an 'El is such a silly friend' smile. No. It was a 'she's so cute, isn't she?' smile, that smile that usually is directed at people you love. Not friends. And she knew that Lucas loves her, stars know that she knows it, but-

No. Nope, not now. That's not a problem right now.

Max's problem right now is that she is in need of peeing.

Why won't she just go?

Because the night before, after watching a romance movie, they switched to some boring drama and,,, well,,, next thing Max know is waking up squished between El and Lucas' torsos.

The fuck is she supposed to do right now, and why her cheeks are so hot!?

/ your turn <3

woah… thats unexpected… i thought we will do lumax finds out about El bad habits (the one i message you) but nvm that i mean this one is sooo GOOD… idk umh okay. sorry here is my part😅

max is now stuck with this idiots who she love… like- her mind is saying get up you need to go and pee but her brain say stay because can you survive the guilt leaving them or waking them up? fv*k no right.

she ended up sitting there and hot faced while getting squish by her boyfriend and her gurl bestfriend who she think is more than that.

While shes like that trying to hold her gladbladder, the two moved to their left side making Max have some space and go to the bathroom… Max got confused and kinda sad because they moved she wanted to stay but she couldnt hold it anymore so she rushed to bathroom and after that she go back to the couch we're her two idiots sleeping.

its morning and she woke up having all the couch by herself with soft pillows in her head and a blanket on top of her. she wonder where Lucas and El, she than smell something heavinly coming from the kitchen she got up and goes to the kitchen, finding Lucas cooking and El helping him.

El and Lucas notice Max standing quietly at the corner, El called Max and greet her good morning while smilling cutely, Max feel her heartbeat getting faster, she smiled and also greet El. Lucas also greeted her and Max also greet him to, she sat next El and they start to chat, after 5 minutes the food is ready Lucas already handing them their food for El she have; chicken and waffle and a milk, for Max she have a pancakes,bacons and a coffee and for him he have ham and chess omelete and orange juice.

while he handle their plates he kissed Max forehead and said morning my love. Max blush and look like red as a tomato. The three sat and eat their breakfast that Lucas made.

Max never felt so loved in her life not until she met this two sunshine in her life... she will do anything just to see their cute and heavenly smile.

your turn @polyamorous-elevenv2 😊

[kixlyrics]

Those Strange Creatures (物の怪の類) by Meychan | English Translyrics

Niche or cliche, it won’t change anything I'm

Leaving the game anyway, so why

Not lay it out, start the fire

Go up in flames, say goodbye

(Question!)

Welcome to the square where monsters are born,

You won’t see a single cute thing in this ugly horde 

Hold on, hold on! 

Nobody exists here just to cater to what you like,

Don’t read into it, // move along you big baby

Shut it, watchers with no pull and no reach 

Can’t you see these followers worshiping at my feet?

Can’t you see it’s me who brings joy into their pitiful lives, oh yeah

It’s luck of the draw, it’s destiny, no need to feel guilty

Let’s pour some fuel right onto this naked fire

I won’t explain it to you, you’re too far gone

Stop, drop, and roll, the flames’ still getting higher,

When we pass through, don’t be the one we lock on

Niche or cliche, it won’t change anything I'm

Leaving the game anyway, so why

Not lay it out, start the fire

Go up in flames, say goodbye

I don’t need, I don’t need,

One thing from you monstrous beasts

Wake me up, wake me up

Burn it, come on, shake things up

Prodigies, and normies, all you knock offs, fakers, freaks why don’t you

Sing louder, drowning in mire!

Go on, break! Go on, break!

You’re sick of seeing my face?

Why’re you mad? Oh how sad!

You just can’t take a joke, babe.

You never stood a chance,

Face me or if you can’t:

GET OUT NOW! GET OUT NOW! GET OUT NOW!

If you can’t take the heat!

It’s gotten too chummy here don’t you think?

This pressure cooker’s temperature feels too low to me

I’ll leave you behind in the dust if you can’t keep up to speed, oh yeah

First it seems heavenly,

But you’re in hell with me baby

Don’t you know it’s cash that makes this world turn?

Yeah, it’s all clout chasing and gaining followers

Counting up likes, collabs, subs too, views, ad revenue, comments

It all just

Can pop at any moment,

Gone like bubbles, and that’s it

Why even be here if no one’s noticed ya?

Nobody cares about anything you do

All of your closest friends are laughing at ya,

Caught up in the cycle of karma

Waver between uneasy and high and mighty 

(Priv accounts just for lurking…)

They’re on good terms with those two, always

(I hear they’ve really been at odds these days…)

A fish can drown in the sea too

(Even though the sky is so blue)

(You want to stand out?)

(What, you don’t want to stand out?)

Uhh, I want to stand out but no one knows it’s me.

All we are, all we are,

Are strange creatures, monstrous beasts

Oh my heart, oh my heart,

Looking for souls it can reap

Grab your songs, cats and dogs, 

Whatever the people want 

You gotta

Use it to get to the top!

Get noisy! Get rowdy! 

Join in with the revelry!

Stop caring! Stop feeling!

Shake it off or you’re losing

I’m no fit for this place

No way to win this game

Schedule in,

9 A.M.

Tell them,

“Everyone, 

I have an

Announcement”

You best get ready for it

Don’t forget 

To spread it

Be sure to leave a favorite <3

Love and peace, all your kinks, and your curiosity they’re covered

Up in ash, reborn again

Oh, shut it! Oh, shut it! 

This is the way that it goes

Don’t dare laugh! You do that,

You’ll lose it all, and they’ll go

Maybe we’ll change someday

But I will keep on playing

Now and forever and always we will all be

Cut of the same cloth we are all

Strange creatures, monstrous beasts

(Tch.)

[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

Can you do the Yandere idol au with 4nemo. Cause they’re all beauties nothing can change my mind😤

Wooh! First ask! Here is a little drabble I made for you, enjoy! (Might also make headcanons for the group)

Tw: Yandere, mention of violence

Disclaimer: Yanderes are abusive, this is not a healthy crush.

Made, finished, and posted same day.

A Dream of Coffee and K-pop

(Not my art)

Sunlight shone through the window, the smell of freshly ground coffee beans wafted through the air, it was truly beautiful. You and your best friend had decided to stop for a drink break and found yourselves here. Honestly, you were thinking about becoming a regular here, the atmosphere has heavenly and the food and drink were delicious. Then you heard camera clicks and squealing. You let out a slight sound of confusion and irritation. Forced out of your state of serenity, you looked back at your friend to see what happened. Their face was red and they seemed to be holding back an almost terrifying grin. It didn't make sense to you, all that happened was that four men and a bunch of other people entered the cafe. "Holy archon of idol groups! It's 4NEMO!" Your friend was now shaking you, making you look even closer at the four men who had just entered. Even on further inspection they only looked like rich people with hair dye, you didn't see anything special. "Who?" You blinked, just annoyed that your peaceful coffee break had been interrupted. "I swear to God, you uncultured swine. That's 4NEMO, the hottest new K-pop group. I sent you a link to their newest album, you know, the one I've been going crazy over because they had a collab with DCKZ and Lumine from ABYSS?" They facepalm at your obliviousness to the literal celebrities that are in the same place as you. "Sorry, I forgot to check it out yesterday, I was studying." You apologize for not at least trying to see what was so good about these K-pop bands that were your best friend's newest obsession. But you did have a life of your own, you were studying to become a surgeon so you never really had much free time. "Hello, there! I was wondering if you two could share some space? seems that there's nowhere else for us to sit in this place." Out of nowhere, a young man with braided hair that faded from dark brown to teal and emerald eyes that almost made you want to trust him, was at your table, asking if he and his three friends could sit with you all. "Oh my lord, 4NEMO is asking to sit with us! Squee! Please say yes, my dear best friend who has brought us both insane luck, please?" Resistance was futile when your best friend was almost begging you to let them sit with you two, trying to do the best puppy dog eyes they could. "Yeah sure, you all can sit with us, just squeeze in." You relented and moved further into the booth to create space. The one with the braids and a guy with mostly white hair that had part of it dyed red sat on your side of the booth while a blonde with golden eyes and a man with an edgy vibe to him sat with your friend. The before almost empty cafe was now bustling with people and you swore you could feel a couple of people glaring at you. You gave a close-eyed smile and a small sigh, this could've been worse. The six of you ended up getting along quickly, talking the day away. Your friend was malfunctioning most of the time from being in the same room as their idols so you tried to calm them down from the shock but it didn't work. You found that the 4NEMO boys were actually quite sweet and easy to talk to, maybe excluding Xiao who wasn't one for small talk, or any talk. All of you exchanged numbers before you had to leave and even gave your super fan best friend some signatures. Kazuha then handed you both VIP tickets and backstage passes for their next concert saying that you could be his plus twos. But only because all the boys were allowed to give out two free tickets to whomever they chose. You all said goodbye and you made a mental note to check out their music once you got to the comfort of your apartment. But as you left, you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with your new friends no matter how many times you tried to brush it off. (On the other side.) Kazuha was the one to first notice you. A serene being in the middle of the cafe, face illuminated by the evening light. On your face was a beautiful smile more genuine than anything he had ever seen. You were the only one whose head didn't turn as they

entered, even ignoring the obvious adoring look on the person beside you's face. He confidentially alerted the other members of his group to your presence. All with some variation of curiosity and something that he could only describe as a breath of fresh air on their faces when they completely took you in. "I don't think they even know about our band." Aether supplied, you had a true expression of complete cluelessness even when he heard your friend explaining who they were just loud enough for him to hear. You were much too enticing and adorable, especially for someone who he just saw. "Why does it matter, we're here for public appearances, coffee and desserts, not some random person," Xiao mumbled, loud enough for the rest of them to hear. He didn't understand what was so special about them, just another attractive stranger. Though, part of him did understand why his group mates felt this way. "Who cares, I'm making a move," The lead singer of the group, Venti announced, making his way over to their table after looking around for anything they could use as an excuse. Ah, of course, because of their appearance, the little cafe was now packed. He brought himself and the others up to your table, acting charismatic in hopes you would let them stay. Though the idol group didn't even need an excuse as your best friend would have convinced you either way. Surprisingly, everyone in the group almost immediately warmed up to you, even Xiao. Kazuha was the one to give you his plus two tickets mainly because everyone else had already invited other people but luckily, Kazuha hadn't used his yet. The 4NEMO boys were a good distance away from the cafe and we're finally able to freely talk. "So, we're sharing them?" Aether asked, getting a nod or a yup from everyone in return. "We should do more research on them. What if they're already dating someone?" The composer of the group, Kazuha supplied. Noticing how the other boys' expressions got just a bit more malicious at that. Xiao looked around, being sure that they were completely isolated. "Then I'll give them a threat or a concussion." Xiao threatened, the other members were mostly in agreement with the statement. Any of them would already do appalling things for their new friend and future lover. "I'm sure as long as we don't scare them away they'll fall head over heels in love with at least one of us. We just need more time with them." Venti assured, not the fondest of using violence to settle his disputes. "Well one thing's for sure, they will learn to love us and will be ours." Aether voiced the idea on everyone's mind as they stepped into their shared studio apartment that could comfortably house about eight people. Leaving them all to individually plan how they would make you theirs.

[latent-thoughts]

The Apsara's Curse: Prologue & Chapter 1

[Co-Authored with @emeraldrosequartz ​​]

Rating: 18+ (there be lots of citrus here).

Warnings: None

Pairing: Loki/Original Female Character (POC)

Summary: Loki meets a mysterious woman in the forests of Asgard. She's a trespasser, and he feels a strange pull towards her. Their interaction unveils her dangerous powers, leaving him stunned, curious and wanting more. Will he be able to uncover the truth about her nature, or will he burn his hands in the flames of an ancient curse?

A/N: Hello everyone, here we are, bringing you another collab fic. This was a juicy tale that we wrote over the period of a few months. It's already complete and only needs some edits before posting. So we'll be keeping a weekly posting schedule (let's hope there aren't any hiccups in our lives, lol). IMPORTANT NOTE: This fic features a lot of Hindu-Vedic religious themes, as is hinted in its title. Worry not, nothing offensive in here. Or at least... nothing that hasn't been already written in the various religious texts of the old. (I, Latent, am a Hindu myself, and it was my idea to insert these themes into the story. TL;DR: I know what I'm doing. heh)

Prologue

The hall was filled with heavenly music, laughter and joy.

Performances by the highest ranking celestial dancers had just concluded, to the entertainment of the entire divine court. The newest member of these dancers' ilk was hiding behind a curtain, feeling a rush of nerves because of her upcoming recital.

"Sundari… " A hand touched her shoulder, prompting her to turn around.

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Girls need love

Paring: Aran ojiro x f!reader

Summary: having a big mouth sometimes works out.

Tags: fwb to lovers, frenemies tsumu, big bro suna, use of weed, tw: pregnancy scare, soft freaky dom aran, use of word bunny and every other pet name, gives himself a handjob with your hands, daddy kink, cunt slapping (with his dick), oral sex, creampie, squirting,  hurt/comfort <3 , unrequited love

wc: 4.5k words of filthy, tooth rotting smut.

a/n: thank you @explvrer for proofreading!! —part of the Love Club Love Collab !!!!!!!

18+ Minors DNI

The pink and orange was reflected as you looked out the window . The clouds looking like they came out of a painting along with the man next to you. The smoke coming from the back of the car to you as you inhaled the comforting scent, hearing tsumu and suna arguing over who got it next.

Your gaze turned to him. Eyes lingering on his hands gripping the wheel, his arm taking up all the space on the console as you wanted to so desperately hold onto his hand, so warm and comforting as the dirty thoughts rushed into your head.

You softly shook your head, suna tapping you on the shoulder asking you if you wanted a puff, shaking your head again before tsumu said “you should've drove so aran could smoke.” 

“Ay, shut it.” Suna replied, slapping him on the back of his head, as you heard him groan and apologize.

“It's fine, we still got the whole night.” his warm gentle voice let out. The way you pouted “don’t wanna drive.” when you all went out, looking up at him with your puppy dog eyes, immediately saying “ok”.

You took your place in the passenger seat, as usual, grabbing the aux with tsumu quickly whining “fuck no!” because you always played some indie love songs while he was tryna listen to travis scott. 

“What?… Valentine's day is tomorrow, lemme get in the mood. Don't you have a girlfriend, you should understand.” which successfully shut him up for the time remaining. 

It was obvious he doted on you, but they just put it to the back of their head because they did it too. But suna knew what was up, even letting it slip to samu, saying that the way your eyes lit up around him and the way he held you close definitely meant y’all were atleast fucking.

Which was right. 

And he confirmed it when he walked into the same bathroom that he ‘saw’ your legs wrapped around his friend through the crack.

Mumbling out an “oops” as he was about to close the door before he saw you crying, his big brother side coming out as he decided to open the door fully, sitting next to you. 

He understood what was going on as you let it all out while he waited with you, luckily finding out that the test was negative as you finally calmed down, and he kept his word keeping it a secret.

Your eyes turned form the darkening sky to him. His vision was on the road as pulled onto the exit to drop them off. His cool eyes, so formal, contrasting his appearance. The heat in your body rising as your eyes never left him.

Thinking about how it started after one night when you were a little tipsy, seeing girls all over him as they took his precious, well-needed attention from you. Your tiny brain grasping how attractive he was from this perspective as a man and not a ‘friend’ while you watched his teeth shine though his smile 

Admiring his glowing skin under the dimmed lights and his tall big frame towering over yours was all you needed to get on your tiptoes and put your lips on his, the taste of the chapstick being engraved in you memory. It not taking long for his hands to wrap around your waist, picking you up and taking you to the guest room leaving you bedridden for the next day.

Fortunately it wasn't uncomfortable the next morning as you put it in your head, “its only awkward if you make it” . Waking up with a headache, recognizing the bed as his from the times you studied here in highschool. The sheets holding you back as you were borderline tucked in, finally freeing yourself letting them fall off, being stark naked in his room already feeling the pain grown in your tummy.

You just sat on the edge of his bed, holding the sheet to your chest warming your cold body waiting for him to come back. And on queue he walked in, only in his grey sweatpants hugging him just right, trying not to ogle him as he walked up to you, stroking your forehead before handing you an advil.

“You okay?”  He asked, wondering if he was talking about your physical or emotional state.

You let out a forced giggle, “yeah”, trying to lighten the mood as you tired to calm your nerves.

The words “wanna do this again?” slipped past your lips, not realizing you would regret this, falling for him quicker than any other man you've been with. Not knowing just the sight of him would make your knees weak and tremble, not knowing the pain of never being able to take it further.

Not knowing that you’d be crying over him every time you left. Always being a reminder that you were just a ‘plaything’ and he could cut you off at a moment’s notice.

He grinned back, lips turning up as he leaned on his hands to get closer to you “Well... you on birth control?” 

You all got out of his car, chatting a little before they left getting on the train. The words “love you” leaving his lips, voicing it in a friendly way after saying goodbye, and even though it wasnt directed at just you still made your heart race.

You had no claim over him besides the marks you left, the indent being printed skin deep as your nails dug in his flesh. The only remains of the nights you’ve spent together. Waving goodbye as he walked back to you, just you two alone now, the way you wanted it. 

“You wanna spend the rest of the day with me princess?” Already knowing the answer from the way you were squirming under his touch as he smirked, bending down into your ear, his hand resting on your side.

You leaned in for a kiss before quickly pulling away, dragging him to the car with a giddy smile on your face. Wanting him to feel as neglected as you were right now; so what if you havent got rawed for three days, it was a long time when you had someone like him doing it.

“Missed you daddy” you mumbled into his ear, your tone of voice changing to soft and sweet just around him as he started the car, longing to be touched as you clung onto his rough hands that were so soft on you.

His lips hovering over yours, dragging them in as his breath touched yours. “Missed you too baby”. His grip on your hand got tighter, bringing it down to his crotch. “Look what you did to me pretty girl. You know what you're doing with that little pout on your face.”

Your smile was the brightest it had been all day, hearts in your eyes as he drove back to his place, his hand covering yours on your thigh, fingers reaching far past yours as you felt them gripping you, inching closer and closer to your needy little cunt.

Not wasting any time getting inside as you started stripping the instant he closed the door behind him. Throwing off the heavy sweater keeping you warm, pushing him down on his bed as you moved your body, feeling it up in the pretty lingerie you wore just for today. 

“I know you love to show off.” he muttered as you bent over, shaking your ass is his face while he was leaning back admiring his view. “But c'mere sweet girl.”

You did as you were told and almost skipped up to him, wrapping your arms around him. Holding his face in your chest as he started placing wet open mouthed kisses on every inch of skin he saw. 

“jiro, please.” you whined out after your neck was sore from all the attention it was getting, wanting to direct it somewhere else. 

“you want daddy’s dick that bad, princess?”

Just the lewd tease of his voice had your pussy clenching, no shame left in your body as you reached out for him, your newly done nails gently grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. Grip tight as ever, your body so tense from trying to hold self back.

“So impatient baby, you got me for the rest of the night, m’not going anywhere.” He chuckled at your greedy little hands making their way up his shirt. Your lips met his again as his hands gripped onto your ass, sliding his fingers under your panties.

“Wanna make you feel good.” you whispered into his mouth, heart racing as his hands made their way up to your lower back, leaning into him. “Wanna make you cum.” He stopped his hands where they were, his clear eyes meeting yours, face having no shame in sight.

“fuck, baby.” he groaned, his tounge sliding into you mouth, your lips getting more angry at his biting while you palms were running down his to his cock. Your tiny hands wrapping around it though his boxers, running through his head if you knew how filthy you looked right now.

You pulled them down, whimpering at the sight of it already so hard, wrapping your hand around his cock as much as you could, the precum acting as lube. Using both your hands as you started moving them, looking straight at his face to see if you were doing a good job.

“Fuck, you're such a good girl.” he said, his hands resting on your back as you puckerd you lips letting spit fall onto his fat head, knowing he loved how slopy you got him. His breath choking as you moved one of your hands down, caressing his balls. “my good girl.” 

Your wrist getting heavier with each stroke, trying so hard to keep it going because his moans were so heavenly. And the way his cock was throbbing and twitching against your palm only made you grow slicker. Wanting to do your best to prove that you could take care of him, that you were the only one he needed.

“stay there, s’okay i got you.” His hand wrapped around yours, engulfing it completely as he started using yours, moving it up and down, his eyelashes fluttering as he could barely keep them open as you count help but stare, wondering what did you do to deserve a man like him.

His groans weren’t helping your situation too while he was guiding your hands faster as you could tell he was getting closer, squeezing your palm a little tighter with all the drive you had left until he came, thick white ropes being spread onto both your hands. 

Your thighs clenched around his, almost coming with him as a little whine escaped. Eyes rolling back as you grinded against him, leading his big hand up to your mouth, sucking it in as you licked around his dirty fingers. “Fuck youre so wet”

You adjusted yourself, now laying on the bed as you were trying to calm down, leaving you legs open as you twithced under his gaze. “Was thinkin bout you daddy... couldn't help it”

He groaned as his hand moved toward your ankles, holding them up in the air with his strong arms as he rubbed your swollen nub with his free one. Your cries and moans being music to his ears  whiel your pretty body was bouncing under him as his fingers worked their way up into your cunt, you walls pliant around him as you let him abuse your clit, unconsciously letting out lewd sounds.

Your voice is cut as he lets go of them, diving his head right back in kissing your clit. Fucking his fingers back into you, angling them to hit your g spot, the rule in the back of his head that he had to make you come more than him taking over. 

You should be embarrassed how he has you legs spread open with the sound of your wetness, but you aren't, empty of every thought except of him making you feel good.

He knows how you like the feeling of him curling into you after fucking you so many times, knowing eachothers bodies inside and out, but something he can never catch onto is when you squirt.

Always coming as a surprise to him and you. Not knowing what causes it, from it being him bottoming out, to just whispering dirty shit into ear while fingering your cunt. But he loves the look of relief painted on your face, the shame being long gone as you could only feel pleasure with him.

Your mind goes white, orgasm rushing into you while you tried to push his chest away with your feet. Sobbing as his fingers didn't stop, body thrashing. It felt so good, your daddy always making you feel so good.

But he just kept  going, fucking them into you even harder while his tounge flicked up and down on your clit, making you come harder and harder each time, resulting in a mess all over his chest and the sheets beneath you two.

Your blurry vision made out his handsome face, body soaked from you slick, both of you catching your breath as he wiped your eyes before kissing you, knowing how bad you wanted it.

Yes, it was a rule at first that you two wouldn't kiss, or do anything else too intimate, but that went out the window the night he was fucking you chest to chest, forehead to forehad, neither of you being able to resist the urge to connect them. And it hasn't caused any problems, yet.

He pulled back, taking in your appearance, still so needy, Your body adapting to his, as you could last for more than a few rounds now. “What you want doll, gotta tell me.” He looked with lust in his eyes as he waited for the answer, spreading your lips open watching the mess drip out of you.

“Fuck me, please, jiro,” you choked cathing the tears in your mouth, as he was quick to give you want youwanted, after your pretty voicedbegged for it, replacing his fingers with his cock. Resting it on your cunt, slapping your it on your clit a few times to see you squirm before placing his tip inside you.

“daddy s’too big” you whined as you bit down on one on of the fingers you put in your mouth, trying not to wince. You would've thought your cunt would've followed along with the rest of your body, but even when you were a soaking mess it still barely fit.

“Aww baby, but you're dripping so pretty for me, you gonna take it like a big girl?” Your eyes rolling back as he shoved it in more, pushing it back far enough to have you whimpering.

“fuck, sweetheart, so tight,” he groaned with your face in his neck while he was trying to ease you into him. Your whines getting more vulgar by the second, body finally taking him whole as his cock was kissing your cervix.

You wished you hadn't slept with those other guys trying to fill your void, them not even being close to getting you off, just wanting to feel someone's. Not knowing you prince charming was right in front of you all this time. 

 Did you regret the guy you lost your virginity to? no. Was he a bad person? no. Did he fuck you right...no. But at least you were slightly experienced, wanting to do your best to please him. Worried that he'd get tired of you one day and find someone else.

But he made you feel it all over again, the way his cock stretched you out as he gently worked his way into you. His vision shaking as his thrusts get rougher, your trembling arms reaching up for him as he just ignores them. 

“My sweet girl sounds so pretty when they're getting fucked.” he muttered holding back a groan, his thrusts getting faster as he knocked the breath out of you along with the word “my”. The possessive claim had your mind spinning while your hands gripped onto his skin so tight you know you leave a mark, not wanting to let him go.

“You love this cock?” You could feel him say against your breath, the soft vibrations of his lips catching your moans as you brushed your lips against his.

It didn't take you a lot to admit it, a “-yeah”, quickly escaping from your dry lips, covered in spit, a mix of his and yours soothing them.

“You love the way i'm splitting you open, pretty girl?” 

Getting overwhelmed by the pleasure, your emotions grew with it not being unusual for you to cry while he was fucking you.

 Of course you loved the way you could barely take his cock, the way just looking at it made you mind go hazy. Your legs shaking as you didnt care about trying to control them anymore.  You loved the way that you were the only one who could make him feel this good, doing you best to maintain it that way. 

“Yeah, fuck..L-love you “ you sobbed out, fat tears running down your face, not even registering in your brian what you said until you noticed he stopped his movement. It clicking after his eyes turned from hazy to clear, his expression in shock, only visible to you after all this time you've spent together.

“Fuck” you muttered, tears falling even more as you tried to move your limp body away from him. But he held you still, not pulling out, trapping you as your eyes grew wetter and wetter, nose sniffing from embarrassment.

“What’d you say?,” he asked, moving his body away from you. The feeling of disgust rising in you, hating yourself for letting those words fall from your mouth. The way he pulled away made you crumble, bringing your hands up to your face trying to hide the best you could.

Throat closing, your dry eyes swelling again, “m’sorry … fuck, i didn’t mean to say that aran.”

“hey....angel, look at me.” He said, stalling. Not knowing exactly what to do but wipe your tears, not wanting to see his precious baby upset, breaking his heart to see you so distraught. He stopped after you finally calmed down enough, his thumb still stroking your cheek as he moved your jaw to look up at him.

“Say it again.”

“Wha-” He pressed his lips against yours, “tell me that again, fuck baby. You drive me crazy, you don't know what you do to me. I haven’t been with anyone since we started fucking.”

 Your eyes red as your face slightly twisted in confusion, too tired to express itself fully. “Don't cry.” he whispered, foreheads close again. “it's okay, I got you.”

“C’mon baby, just tell daddy what you want and i'll give it to you.” he said, edging you on, wanting to prove it to you in the only way he could.

“w-want...you daddy” you mumbled after some time, wiping your eyes as your head was still tuned into your arm.

“Good girl” he muttered. “I'll make it all better.” his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to keep your eyes on him. “all you have to do is cum on my cock, you can do that for me, right?”

“yes, daddy." the only words to leave your lips as you try to be on your best behavior, knowing that bad girls didn't get daddys dick or get to cum. 

“still so tight, bunny.” He said, pushing himself into you again, lips besides your ear wanting to let you know good you made him feel. “already creaming on daddy’s cock”

“Who’s is this baby?” The question sinks into you along with his hands as his fat cock is splitting you open, his thumb tracing circles on your clit. Face flushed with a newfound pride growing along with the burning feeling under your skin. “Yours jiro, belongs to you daddy.”

“That's my good girl,” he cooed, kissing you open mouthed on your lips, lingering there before he pulled away. Your heart swooning at the affection and attention. He still fucks into you hard, his hands feeling up every inch of skin on your body, stopping at your soft tits, pinching your nipple as you whined out. 

“Look at you,” he huffed out, “Brain not working huh? You like my cock that much, sweet girl?”

“Y-yeah, like it... like you” you mumbled out, your words being slurred as you feel the heat rise with every stroke.

“I know sweetheart. Is that why you’re drooling all over the place? Does it feel that good, bunny? Having my cock inside you?” he smirked as a groan escaped his lips, slowing down making sure to hit every spot.

He drags out of your throbbing cunt so painfully slow, forcing you to feel every inch of him. His hips angling different, fucking you rough as thrusts back in just as slow, teasing. He pulls you closer, his cock pressing against your cervix

“Yeah, daddy loves you and this tight little pussy too.” His deep warm voice making you melt, your cries growing more erratic after every word left his lips. 

“Jiro, daddy wa- wanna come… together” you sniffled out, swearing you could feel the tip of his cock against your womb. 

“Yeah baby? You sound so pretty wanting me to stuff you full.” Your parted lips, eyes struggling to remain open, letting out silent moans as he was taking it all in, his ego rising knowing that he was the one who had made you like this.“don’t worry, sweet girl, daddys gonna take care of you, as always. just lay there pretty.”

“Ple-, p-please.” you begged, voice trembling, tears rolling down your cheeks as you clung onto him. He brought your legs up and pushed them towards your chest, folding you in half, as you tried to find a new place to place your hands.

“Wanna- cum, ple” you hiccuped, nodding off into the kiss. Mind in a whole new world body going limp again as he grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his neck hanging on there, wrists stuck together as his head is so close to yours.

He’s mumbling out some nonsense as you can feel him starting to throb inside of you, kissing up your neck until he’s tugging on your lips.“You gonna cum again, give me one more?”

You can’t even respond, letting out some deformed moan, because if it wasn't obvious your pussy belongs to him, you belonged to him.

You came together, feeling his cum rush into you nonstop, so hot. His cock jerking inside your soft body. Keeping his eyes on you loving how your thighs twichted and fluttered, his hand resting on your back arching as you let out your final cries.

You feel so weightless, the only thing keeping you grounded is his hands on you, his mouth on your cunt, not even realizing he pulled out, licking it up wanting to show you how pretty the mess you made was.

He comes back up to you, knowing that you wanted to be kissed and coddled as your emotions were foggy. Opening your lips with his thumb, his tongue covered in your cum making its way inside your mouth as you easily accepted it. His hands wrapped around your jaw as he finally broke free.

Your whole body was sensitive, so sore after being with him but this time even more, whining as he laid you beside him snuggling into his arm. He just chuckled, before giving you a gentle hug, already tired.

“You wanna wash up?”

You hide your face in his arm, using the cool feeling of the room as an excuse.“no, dont pull out.”

His laugh was soft as he turned you two onto the side so he could face you. “You’re so spoiled.”

“I wasn't lying earlier… I, love you.” He said, the weight on his chest feeling burdensome that he made you feel like this for so long. You stopped moving completely along with the hand resting on his chest. You turned and looked into his eyes.

“Well, why the hell did you say anything!” you pouted as you turned your messy worn out head towards his.

His mouth opening to apologise but you got to him before he could get a word out, kissing him so hard,that he couldn't breath. Your body now on top of his, your whimpers from his cock nudging inside thinking he’s being eaten alive, never wanting something more.

You finally give up as he turns disgustingly sweet, cupping your cheeks as he keeps pecking your entire face, staring at you like you were the only thing in the world, making you breath hitch. “I love you, too.”

“Baby?” he asks quietly after you two just laid there for what felt like hours. His hand tracing patterns all over you from your neck down to your back. “You here?”

“Yeah” you lied groaning out as you rubbed your eyes that you could already tell were swollen.

You looked up at him, his hand pulling your head into his chest, realizing he must've put the blanket over you two, feeling so comfy again that you were nodding off. “Hold on baby, lemme ask you something.” he chucked out sttoking your forehead

“Wanna be my valentine?”

You nod the fastest you have your entire life, a fat smile appearing on your face as you hid into the comforter as he let you cling to him all night, never being able to say no to you.  You breathing growing quieter and quieter until he can barely hear it, and that's when he can finally rest too. You loved him and he loved you.

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Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

zeke jaeger x fem!reader 18+ (minors do not interact) warnings: cheating/infidelity, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abortion (ideation only), lactation, light breath play wc: 5k a/n: I’m back in the pit, baybeee. I always knew I’d come crawling back to zeke, if I’m honest. And what better time than for Dymphna @chiwhorei​‘s Heavenly Bodies collab. I don’t know how sacrilegious this really turned out to be, but this is for us parking harlots. Also, I finished on time. Take that, writing gods.

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It’s the silence after the baby stops crying that finally breaks you. A quiet house at 3am is so unlike those peaceful afternoon moments you look forward to, blessed chances to relax while mom mode is switched off. If you tried to lay back down right now, you’d do nothing but toss and turn and worry. It’s the middle of the night, and nothing makes a sound but the wind outside the windows, the wooden floorboards creaking and settling underfoot, and your son and husband softly breathing as they sleep. In the silence, your intrusive thoughts are too loud to ignore. You need to get out.

After softly shutting the door to the nursery, you find your phone on the kitchen counter next to the bottle drying rack and send a text. Will you come pick me up?

The answer comes swiftly. Where do you need to go?

Anywhere, you tap back.

Be there in 10.

You wouldn’t be so irresponsible, so neglectful, to just disappear without a thought in the wee hours of the morning. The small human you made is depending on you, regardless. Moving quickly through the motions, you check to make sure there’s thawed milk in the fridge and fresh burp cloths sitting out where they’re easy to grab even with an infant in one arm. You set the baby monitor on your husband’s nightstand and turn up the volume a few notches; Colt, for all his virtues, has been known to sleep through it if the noise isn’t piercing. When you hear the dull thrum of a car pulling up in front of the house, you brush his bangs back and place a light kiss on his forehead. Force of habit.

Zeke doesn’t shut off the car, just idles at the end of the front walk until you climb into the passenger’s seat. He doesn’t ask any questions, simply flicks his glowing cigarette butt out the window and drives. For the first few blocks, you don’t say anything either. Music—some indecipherable indie rock—plays on the stereo. You don’t care what it is; you’re just thankful it’s not completely silent while you stare out the window at the road, more comfortable in the front seat of this car than you should be.

Eventually, the scenery outside changes from mostly houses to mostly fields and trees as you reach the edge of town. You’ve lived in this little podunk place for most of your life, so even as Zeke turns onto back roads that lead toward the country, you still know where you are, and you have a good idea of where he’s taking you. Your suspicions are confirmed when he pulls up to the little white church nestled between crop fields. It’s not that you particularly want to be reminded of the concept of God right now, but at least the parking lot is secluded, private. No one else has any reason to come by here this late.

“So. You gonna tell me what’s going on, or are we just gonna shoot the shit?” Even after a few years in the city, Zeke still hasn’t lost the slight drawl in his voice, the low-toned lilting that makes everything he says sound like he’s teasing even when he’s not. You can take the boy out of the country....

You answer with a sigh, scrubbing your hands over your face. Really, it’s none of his business, but that would defeat the entire purpose of you letting him bring you here, wouldn’t it? You haven’t breathed a word about the gnawing aches inside you to anyone, not even Colt. And you’re not going to fucking therapy—that would only get the entire town whispering about you behind your back. But Zeke, he’s the only person who might understand.

“Why were you up this late anyway?” You answer his question with a question, putting off the inevitable.

Zeke unbuckles his seatbelt and lights another cigarette, letting it dangle loosely out the open window after he takes a drag. He chuckles on the exhale. “Just couldn’t sleep. Lucky for you.” He breathes in more smoke, then blows it out into the universe. “I assume you were up with Junior?”

Your eyebrows crease. “That’s not his name.”

“I know.”

This was a mistake. You should never have texted him, should have deleted his number a long time ago. If you thought you were going to get anything but sarcasm and patronizing comments—

“Seriously, I can tell you’re upset. Grice didn’t hurt you or anything, did he?”

There he goes, damnit. Zeke has a way of getting you to open up, of finding your vulnerabilities and drawing them to the surface. He’s done it for years, and if you’re being honest with yourself, that’s exactly why you sent that text.

“No, of course he didn’t.” Colt is nothing but wonderful to you. It’s probably why you feel so utterly terrible about what you’re doing, what you’ve done and the things you’ve thought over the past year since you married him.

It was a shotgun wedding, courtesy of his parents. They’re well known, one of the wealthier families in town. The last name Grice means something to people around here, which is why they insisted that Colt propose to you merely three days after you told him you were pregnant. You’d been dating him for less than a year at that point, but a rush down the aisle apparently looked better to them than a child born out of wedlock. Not one to make waves, Colt did whatever they told him to, and what were you supposed to do? Say no when a diamond ring and a stable future for your child were both staring you right in the face?

“You’re right. He’s a good man,” Zeke replies, stroking his blonde beard thoughtfully. He would know; he’s the one who introduced the two of you, formally. The Jaegers were on the same level as the Grices in terms of social status. Zeke and Colt grew up together, though your husband was a few years younger. You didn’t come into the picture until much later, back when Zeke was merely a college baseball star and Colt was in his heyday of getting blackout drunk every weekend. Zeke took a liking to you after a conversation at the bar about the band that was playing in the basement, even though you grew up on the other side of the tracks. And for a while, that made you feel really special.

“So is it the kid? Is everything ok?” Zeke pries.

“Yeah, he’s fine.” You glance up at the church, a painted swath of white wood against the midnight blue sky. When you turn back, Zeke is looking at you, waiting for your next move. You extend your hand, and he places his cigarette between your fingers. You take a puff. “It’s just me that’s fucked up.”

There’s something wrong with you. Who else in their goddamn right mind would be unhappy to have your life? No, it’s not perfect, but you have so much to be grateful for. So why do you spend hours, usually in the solitude of late nights awake with the baby, wracked with stress and regret.

Zeke hums appreciatively as you hand the cigarette back, looking you up and down like some kind of art critic. “Really? You look fine to me. You look great, actually.”

You know he’s talking about your swollen tits and not the bags under your eyes, but a compliment is a compliment. “Well thanks. But I don’t really feel great.”

Now it’s Zeke’s turn to sigh. “Darlin’,” a name he hasn’t called you in a while, “I’m gonna need some details if we’re gonna get anywhere tonight.”

All the swirling thoughts in your head come to a screeching halt, and you slam your open palms on the dashboard in front of you. Zeke barely flinches at the sound. “Fine,” you grit out, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Without saying a word, Zeke hunkers down in his seat, crosses his arms over his chest, and waits with a grin on his face. A single streetlight, partially obscured by the church steeple, illuminates the inside of the car in a warm but artificial light. It gives the moment all the intimacy of a candle lit dinner but without any of the atmosphere.

Again, you shove the heels of your hands into your eyes, unable to look at him as you let it all out like a slowly deflating balloon. “Obviously I didn’t think being a parent would be easy. But I feel like I’m just playing the role of the little housewife all day, every day. I tell Colt I’m happy, but I’m lying. And it makes me tired all the time, beyond just the lack of sleep. Which would all be fine if I had wanted any of this, but I didn’t.”

Your eyes are clenched shut by the time you finish getting it out, so you open them slowly, like you’re peeking at the fallout after some kind of explosion. You expect there to be some kind of relief now that you’ve said it out loud, but there isn’t; there’s still static inside you, wrapped around a deep, hollow feeling. All you see is Zeke looking forward over the steering wheel, nodding thoughtfully.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t you just… you know…”

“Terminate the pregnancy?” You bite your lip. No one has ever asked you before. “He told his family right away. I never felt like I had that choice.” You wring your hands in your lap. Your kid is your world now, but if things had happened a little differently back then...

“Do you love him? Grice, I mean.”

The knife in your chest twists. It’s a bad sign that you don’t immediately know the answer. After an uncomfortable silence, you reply, “I appreciate everything he’s done for me. For my son.”

“So you don’t love him?”

The pause that follows is excruciating. “No, I don’t really think so.”

Zeke finishes the cigarette and tosses it out the window. “And so you called me. What does that tell you?”

Everything, you think, but you can’t find your voice to say it out loud. It tells you everything you need to know.

Your relationship with Colt wasn’t supposed to be serious. You never intended for it to turn into anything other than a distraction. You were never as close with him as you were with Zeke, who you spent evenings drinking and causing mischief with around town before going back to fuck in Dr. Jaeger’s basement. It was like that every time Zeke came home from college to visit; meanwhile, you took a few classes at the community college each semester knowing full well it would take you a decade to graduate at this pace, but it was all you could afford while supporting yourself, even in this cheap-ass town.

When Zeke got drafted into the major leagues, he came back home less and less often. Meanwhile, Colt finished his degree in three years so he could help run his family’s business right here in town. You still saw him out at the bars, and the lonelier and needier you got, the more attractive he became. And for a while, it was fun sleeping with Colt, even with the amount of teaching and hand-holding he needed. You might have even fallen for him if it hadn’t been for the little accident that resulted in your marriage.

Everything shifted over the course of a year. While you were busy becoming a spouse and a parent, Zeke threw the pitch that tore the UCL in his elbow live on TV. You’d never been so interested in watching the sports cable network before in your life, but it was the only place you got updates: Zeke going in for reconstructive surgery, then his recovery taking longer than anticipated because of all the microtears in his ligaments from a career of throwing merciless fastballs. Even after a brief stint at home under the watch of his own father, you learned from social media, not the man himself, that his fastball had lost enough speed that he was being cut loose from his major league contract and returning home for good.

You stare up at the painted steeple above you, so white against the night sky that it almost doesn’t look real, wondering whether there’s a difference between fate and God and why whichever one is real hates the two of you so much.

Zeke’s rough hand cups your cheek just as tears start to well up in your eyes. He turns your head to face him, guiding you to where he leans over the center console. You tilt your head to one side and let your lips slot against his, because fuck, you need this. You haven’t kissed Zeke since before your wedding, but it’s the easiest and most familiar thing you’ve done in a long time.

His lips open eagerly to yours, tongue darting out to claim your mouth as his. Apparently, he has no more qualms about kissing his friend’s wife than he used to have about kissing his friend’s girlfriend. The taste and scent of sweet mint mixed with tobacco is nearly enough to take you back in time, back to when life and lust were far less complicated than they are now. But that’s why you tilt your head for him, part your lips and swipe your tongue across his: you want to escape, to go back to that time, to forget if only for a few moments.

Zeke breathes through his nose, holding you in long, languid kisses that stretch out across minutes, leaving you panting and pawing at him. Your hands twist in the front of his hoodie, drawing him closer even with the center console in the way. When his calloused hand slides around to the base of your skull and pulls at your hair, you moan into his mouth and melt.

Every time your mind flashes to your husband, you bury the thought deep below the beating of your heart and the pulsing of your core. You know this is wrong, but you’ve never wanted anyone, needed anyone so much before, and you’re done putting yourself last. You’re already a sinner, a harlot, a temptress, and a thousand other dirty words. Might as well add adulterer to the list. If the steeple looming over you has eyes, then you’ll be an exhibitionist.

Leaning over to the driver’s seat gets uncomfortable quickly, so when Zeke’s hot mouth strays over your throat, you take the opportunity to push up his armrest and crawl over into his lap. If you had more foresight, you might have put on a sundress, or at least something with easier access than leggings and an old v-neck pajama top, but Zeke merely snaps the elastic of your waistband and plunges both hands into your bottoms to cup your ass. Chin tilted back, you whine as his strong fingers knead and spread you, nipping at the more delicate skin of your neck at the same time.

For a moment, you hesitate to press yourself flush against him. Your body is different from the last time he held you, fucked you, worshipped you. You’re rounder and softer and curved in different places, and some sick insecurity makes you worry that once you start taking your clothes off, he’s not going to like what he sees. But Zeke is the master at making you forget.

You let out soft moans with each breath as his mouth travels deliberately down from your earlobe, past your neck and collarbones to cleavage exposed by your low-neck top. He groans quietly as he kisses over them then gets  louder as you rake your fingers through the blonde waves at his crown, forcing his face down into your chest because it feels too good not to. His sloped nose delves between your breasts before he palms them both, pressing them up and together. His facial hair, soft but wiry, teases your sensitive skin as he speaks. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, you don’t even care that you’re still wearing your frumpy nursing bra. Colt has acted like he’s afraid to touch you, save for a few occasions, since you gave birth, but Zeke doesn’t shy away.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he swears between wet, sloppy kisses. “Thought I missed these tits. Turns out I didn’t know what I was missing.” He growls in his throat again as he pulls at the hem of your shirt, so you lift your arms and let him take it off of you. You tug at his hair, looking down to watch him nearly knock the glasses off his own face as he dives back in. You went up two cup sizes when your milk came in, and Zeke takes full advantage, pressing his face into your cleavage and circling his head, jiggling your tits against either side of his face. Every time he palms your heavy breasts, you feel yourself tighten. After another few minutes, you feel yourself start to leak.

“Zeke, I’m—” you try to warn him as he reaches for the front clasp of your bra, which he locates quickly by process of elimination. The stretchy fabric practically pings off your body, probably ending up somewhere on the dashboard behind you, as your breasts bounce free. You shriek when he licks over your nipple, finding it already wet, before rubbing over it with the coarse pad of his thumb. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you flinch and gasp, insanely sensitive to each tease of his finger. He eases up, flicking ever so lightly at the bud until you release your death grip and instead begin rocking into his touch.

“Mmm. Ahh…” Language escapes you. As Zeke continues to tease, you begin to lose yourself. Your body has never felt like this, your sweet, vanilla husband neglecting to explore what you could do since you swelled with milk.

Zeke tests his luck with his tongue again, swirling over your nipple and lapping up what leaks out. It’s disgusting, it’s debauched, and you don’t want it to stop. When you moan at the contact and arch into him again, Zeke purrs. “Good girl. That’s my good girl.”

His girl. It wouldn’t matter who put a ring on your finger. You’ve always been his.

You hold yourself up for him as he licks at your nipple and groans. “Babe,” he sighs against one breast as he cups the other in his hand, fascinated. “Can I?”

“Please. ‘S ruined anyway,” you slur, eyes fluttering closed as you writhe. “I smoked. Nicotine gets in the milk, can’t put it in a bottle now.”

Zeke hums, circling both buds with his thumbs before pulling off his glasses and tossing them into the back seat. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“You’re not,” you answer prematurely, just before he slurps and closes his lips around one nipple so hard it makes you gasp. His mouth is hot on your chest, tongue flicking and twirling and teasing so expertly, it makes you lightheaded. It feels so good you almost can’t stand it, almost want to push him away and feel disappointed in yourself. Almost, but not quite.

You’re positive that you’re dripping into your leggings, probably wetting the crotch of Zeke’s jeans where you sit in his lap. Then again, if Zeke was at all concerned about getting messy, he wouldn’t be sucking at your chest, swallowing the little spurts of moisture that make you twinge every time they leak out onto his tongue. He releases with a pop, looking up at you with hazy eyes and licking his lips for show, and you whimper. Every angle in his face softens with his glasses off, a vision of sin as he captures your other bud between shiny, slick lips.

After a final rough tug, the waves of Zeke’s hair slip through your fingers. He groans, the vibration buzzing over your chest as you reach down for his zipper. The attention he lavishes over your chest sends shockwaves right to your core, but you need more. You need him inside you as well as all over you. You twitch under a final hard suck, Zeke’s lips smacking together before he licks straight up to your throat.

Wet lips nip at your skin as Zeke jerks the driver’s side door open. “Get those bottoms off,” he huffs. Your head is a cloudy mess, so full of the taste and smell and sound of him that you climb out of the car and strip to nothing in plain view of the road without even thinking. Zeke tears off his hoodie, tosses it in the back, and works his erection out of his jeans before patting his lap for you. Clambering back into the car and his embrace brings a strange wave of nostalgia, the thrill of quickies in bar bathrooms and hookups at his parents’ house uncannily flooding back as Zeke pulls you close, raking blunt nails over your shoulder blades.

Your insides melt and congeal as he strokes your hair, looking up at you fondly where you hover on your knees over his cock. He reaches down and pulls the lever to tilt his seat back, baring the column of his throat at a lovely angle. His breathing is hard and ragged when his hands fall to your hips, pulling and positioning you until his tip rubs over your clit in clumsy strokes.

“Babe,” he groans as he pushes in, and you can’t help but cry out his name in response. Your fingers link together behind his neck as you wiggle and press down to meet his hips. He feels thicker than you remember, filling you so tightly you have to force your knees as wide as they can go, the seatbelt hardware digging into both your thighs. It would take a force of nature to stop you from moaning like a bonafide whore.

Zeke’s hands slide up your sides, guiding you as you start to bounce on his cock. He bites his lips and hisses, holding back a smirk. “Feels good, babe. Still so tight even after Junior came along.”

You roll your eyes back into your skull, not in the good way, but you don’t stop moving. Zeke is smarter than that; he’s just saying it to annoy you. “You know it doesn’t fucking work like th—”

You scream as Zeke suddenly grabs your hips and thrusts upwards, spearing into you so hard and deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hands tightening around his neck, your hole clenches as you let him take control, holding you where he wants you while he aims to destroy you from the inside out.

With the car shut off and the doors closed, the air gets thick and hot, the windows fogging as a bead of sweat runs down your spine. He moves so fast, still so athletic even if he can’t throw filthy 100mph pitches anymore, but he doesn’t need to. Your head bobbles on your neck as you try to keep yourself upright, fighting through the white hot friction of every thrust. Your whole body burns, skin dewy with sweat and gut twisting as you whine and beg, “Please, Zeke, please.”

Mercifully, he obliges. His thumb is shoved into your half-open mouth. You wet it as best you can before he drops it to your throbbing clit and rubs tight little circles that push you to the edge. Every nerve in your body is buzzing, every muscle in your core clenched, but you need one more inch, one more nudge.

“Zeke,” you whine again, asking pitifully for the help you need to let go.

His voice is husky, a few pitches lower than usual. He rotates his wrist, spreading his middle fingers to frame your hole, still wetly sucking him in. “You wanna give me everything, don’t you?” he drawls, the question followed by heavy panting as he keeps working you over with his hips and his fingers. You squeal when he leans up to steal another slurp on your nipple. “Giving me what belongs to your kid.” He moans, then squeezes his hand around the entire mound of your pussy. “What belongs to your husband.” You can’t help but whine and grind down on him, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.

He flicks his thumb again, back and forth in tight, hard strokes. His voice rings darker still in your ear. “So what are you gonna give me that’s yours?”

Your cunt throbs hard and you snap, stuttering, sobbing. “Cu—cumming for you.” You choke out the words as your body spasms and a scream rips from your chest. You gush around him, clenching so tight that it has the opposite effect and everything you have squirts into his lap. His jeans are going to be soaked, he didn’t bother to take his fucking pants off, but you can’t help it as you twitch and pulse around him.

Zeke slows just long enough for you to catch your breath before pulling you back down, bouncing and pumping and chasing his own high. “So good,” he gasps. His teeth clench as he concentrates on his impending orgasm. His eyes search you, even in your fucked-out state. “Babe,” he growls. “You know what I like.”

Oh, you remember.

As he jerks you up and down on his cock, you unlace your fingers and let your thumbs slide around to the sides of his neck. Your legs shake, you can hardly take any more, but you press your thumbs in just under the sharp corners of his jaw. Almost immediately Zeke starts to wheeze lightly, and his eyes glaze over. Euphoria for Zeke has always been tight and hot. Even as your climax passes by, your chest clenches in something like happiness. You feel useful like this, and fulfilled, and wanted. As his pupils dilate, focused only on you, you shudder in pure delight.

Zeke growls through his teeth when he cums, slamming himself inside you and then grinding you down to milk himself dry. You let go of his throat and he gasps, drawing in the stale, wet air trapped inside the car before collapsing back against the headrest. You drop your head onto his chest, folding completely against him despite any curves or rolls you might have been self conscious about if you hadn’t just used him as desperately as he used you. His seed slowly leaks out of you, only adding to the mess on his ruined jeans. Calloused fingers caress your back, drawing goosebumps to the surface even before he flings the door open for cool, fresh air, all while still inside you.

When his breathing evens, Zeke mumbles, “Better get you home.” You hate to admit that he’s right.

Cleanup is a halfhearted effort with fast food napkins from the glove compartment before redressing in the parking lot. You’re sticky inside your clothes as he starts the engine and drives away from the little white church with the windows down. A shower will be necessary before you climb back into bed, not only for comfort, but to get rid of the heady smell of sex that clings to your clothes, your hair, your skin, like smoke from a campfire.

The drive home feels shorter than the drive out, all the sights playing in reverse as the city lights come back into view. The roads are empty. The car is mostly quiet until he pulls up, not in front of your house, but a short way down the block. He leaves the engine running.

“You could leave him, you know,” Zeke muses. “Move in with me or something.”

You shake your head, unable to meet his eye. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

“I could take better care of you than he can.”

“Yeah, but wherever I go, my kid goes. And you said you didn’t want that.”

A beat of silence passes. “I did say that, didn’t I?” Zeke lights another cigarette and takes a long drag. “Still. You can call me. Any time.”

“Yeah.” You know you will, sooner or later.

For a moment, after his BMW pulls away and you creep back into your silent house, you humor the idea of leaving it all behind. Of divorcing your husband, packing your bags, and running away with Zeke, whether it’s only to the other side of town or the other side of the country.

But then you hear light fussing from behind your son’s door. You slide inside to find him kicking his pajama-covered feet, maybe trying to roll over or otherwise right himself with an utter determination that almost stuns you. Even if you gave up the house and the man who bought it for you, you could never leave this little person who carries half of what you are in his genetic code.

Lifting him from his crib, you carry him to the window, rocking him gently as he starts to settle. In the breaking light of morning, you look down at his little face, chubby and content to be back in your arms. You see traces of yourself in his features, in the curve of his lips, mostly. His hair is getting a little thicker, a little longer, blonde enough to blend in with the rest of the Grices.

You wonder if Colt has noticed yet that his ice-blue eyes and pointed nose might mean something else entirely.

You’ve done the math. You know what’s possible, given the timing of the last time you slept together and your fateful missed period. You don’t dare breathe a word about it, more afraid to know the truth than to wonder, lest heaven and earth come crashing down around you.

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Stay Tonight //

~ for @earth-to-that-asian's "The Crown" collab ~

Pairing: Bodygaurd!Jaehyun x Princess!Reader

Genre: Smut, (Fingering, Handjob, Marking, Unprotected Sex), Slight Angst, Forbidden Relationship, Royal AU

Words: 1.48k

Warnings: 18+ content, Read at your own discretion.

After another tedious day of touring the Empire, you returned home, completely exhausted. The door to your carriage opened. Standing outside was your handsome bodyguard, Jaehyun. He smiled on seeing you, holding his hand out for you to take as you exited that carriage. The night air was frosty, making your teeth chatter. Jaehyun was quick to escort you back inside the warm walls of the Royal Palace.

On reaching your chamber, Jaehyun stepped aside, letting the guards push the sturdy doors open. You glanced at Jaehyun. “I'd like to have a word with you, in private.”

He didn't react, instead, silently following behind you. The guards closed the doors again, leaving you two alone. Letting out a tired sigh, you dropped the formal demeanour and shrugged off the excessively thick shawl that was draped over your shoulders. Jaehyun watched the expensive material fall to the ground. “What is it that you needed to tell me,” he asked, keeping his hands behind his back? You scoffed and sauntered over to him, a devilish grin on your face. “Oh please, don't act so clueless. You know I've got nothing to say.” You played with the buttons on his uniform. Jaehyun didn't flinch. “Come on Jae. It's a cold day today. I need someone to sleep with me so I can stay warm.”

Jaehyun took your hands in his and held them behind your back. He stepped closer to you, smirking at the way your breath hitched. “Are you sure you want to go to sleep tonight, your highness,” he asked, inching you towards your bed? The back of your knees hit the dense mattress, making you fall onto it. Jaehyun came to hover over you, hiking the hem of your gown up your legs as he did so. The feeling of his rough hands trailing up your thighs made you whimper in anticipation. Jaehyun dipped down, lips finding your neck. His tongue ran over your skin, careful not to mark you. Eyes fluttering shut, you bucked your hips against his palm, hating the way his fingers ghosted over your core.

“Patience princess. Why rush when we have the entire night to ourselves?”

Jaehyun sat up, taking his shirt off. He left his trousers on, lifting you up from the bed so that he could rid you of all your garments. There was a certain fire in your body, a passion that kept you from feeling cold despite the weather and the fact that you were now completely naked. Jaehyun never gawked at your body. That was how he respected you, even when you dropped all formalities. He also never kissed you, at least, not on your lips. Since he was not rightfully yours, he didn’t deserve to feel your lips on his, no matter how much he wanted to.

Jaehyun stared into your lust-filled eyes, calloused fingertips rubbing soft circles into your clit. With parted lips, you raised your chin, humming elatedly. Even the slightest touch of his had the power to render you senseless. You were addicted to the way Jaehyun made you feel. No one would ever be able to beat it.

Jaehyun pushed a single digit into you, licking his lips at the way your eyes fluttered shut. “Keep your eyes open, look at me princess,” he spoke as he pumped and curled it in and out of your velvety walls. There was only so much he could ask of you. So you settled your gaze on his again. He added a second finger to the mix, making it a struggle for you to keep your eyes lidded. You touched his wrist. “I need more,” you whispered. Being greedy wasn’t a very majestic virtue. But you could care less. You were lusting after a man as handsome as Jaehyun. You lost all decency when it came to him.

He smiled, pulling his fingers out of you. “What can I give you, your highness?”

Instead of answering him, you placed a palm on his crotch. Jaehyun smirked and shed his trousers off. You gripped his member, stroking it till he hardened up. He let out a shaky breath through his parted lips, letting his eyes fall shut. “Keep your eyes open, look at me darling,” you said, mimicking him. Jaehyun peeked at you, biting his lip when you pumped his length faster. “Please princess, I’m going to cum,” he warned, not making any effort to stop you. This was the bright side of being able to do whatever you wanted to Jaehyun without his interference. He let you take control without a complaint.

You pushed him down on your bed, using both your hands to jerk him off. Jaehyun whimpered and seethed, feeling oh so close to his high. “Come on, don’t hold yourself back,” you urged, wanting to hear his pretty sounds. Jaehyun let out a choked groan, hands trembling slightly. His cock twitched in your grasp, thick cum spurting out against his toned body merely seconds after. You hummed in delight, loving the way his essence dripped down his chiselled abs. It was a sight that made you drool like a child. You threw your leg over his lap and moved to straddle his middle. Jaehyun’s hands came to your waist impulsively, supporting your body as you angled his sensitive tip to your entrance. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest before sinking down on his massive length.

A throaty groan escaped his lips at the way your warm walls hugged his member. You felt heavenly. Jaehyun could lose himself in you forever. You began rocking on his cock, letting out soft mewls. Your sounds were so pretty that he couldn’t help but harden up again.

Dipping your head down, you ran your tongue over his skin, wanting nothing more than to cover his chest with marks of your own. Jaehyun wished he could taint your skin the way you did his. But he could not. Because you would never truly belong to him, the way he belonged to you. His entire life was dedicated to protecting and serving you. No matter what he did, he would never be able to rise above the ranks of a bodyguard, which meant that there was no way he could have you for himself.

You moved faster, feeling a knot beginning to form in your stomach. Jaehyun guided your hips over his length, reeling at the sensation of your hot breath against his lips. You stared into his eyes, displaying the intensity of pleasure he gave you. Your brows were furrowed slightly, lips plump and swollen.

When your orgasm hit, you let out the prettiest moans, arching your back as arousal dripped down your core. Feeling your walls clench around his length, Jaehyun let go, filling you up with his seed. His eyes lingered on your face, the moon’s light made you glow. You looked ethereal. Too good to be true.

Slipping off of him, you fell to his side. Jaehyun let you rest your head on his shoulder, draping your blanket over your naked body to shield you from the bitter cold.

“Father plans to get me married soon,” you revealed, tracing random shapes on his chest. Jaehyun hummed, staring at the high ceiling. He already knew that. After all, he was the one who had escorted the King and Queen to the neighbouring Kingdoms to meet suitable bachelors. Jaehyun knew these late-night rendezvous would have to come to an end soon. You were starting to realise that as well.

“I don’t want it. I’m not ready,” you said. Jaehyun stopped your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “You know as well as everyone in this palace that it’s not a matter of want you want or don’t want. This is a duty that you must fulfil for the sake of our Kingdom.” His words held assurance for both you and himself. He was scared of the pain and loneliness he would feel when you left.

Jaehyun was in love with you, and he knew no other woman would ever be able to replace you in his heart. It was a bittersweet thing that had happened to both of you. A forbidden story that was never supposed to be written in the first place.

Reality was beginning to hit hard as you both laid in each other’s embrace under the cold star-filled night. Only the moon was a witness to the beautiful love that blossomed between you two. You were filled with regret. There was so much you wanted to do to try and change the outcome of your relationship with Jaehyun. But you were helpless. You weren't meant to be. It was as simple as that. Nevertheless, at the end of the day, one thing remained crystal clear to you.

“I will never forget you. Until I take my last breath, my heart will always truly belong to you.”

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kaiagerber can she be my photographer?

harryfan402 everybody, say thank you to yn for took this picture of a lovely man

⤅harryfan331 @harryfan402 just imagining that he posed for it 🥺

alessandro_michele what a cutie

harryfan101 can- can i be god's favourite for once?

cazoff model material, naturally

adamprendergast_ what a pretty boy smiling at the void

⤅harryfan699 now i now that adam is the annoying friend of the gruop

emiozmen @harryfan699 don't even doubt it

harryking may a offer you an umbrella, my lord?

⤅harrynews one fan said he had an umbrella, but he just doesn't use it

⤅harryfan782 let the boy get wet

⤅harryfan226 @harryfan782 YOU DIDN'T

⤅ynfan335 @harryfan782 this is my favorite comment ever

troyesivan my life is brighter now

⤅harryfan602 @troyesivan we need a collab

⤅columbiarecords indeed

⤅harryfan602 @columbiarecords wait wtf

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yourinstagram contrast 🔹🔻

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florencepugh = 💜

⤅yourinstagram :)

harryfan222 omg i get it now

ynfan889 this is so adorable

yoursisterinstagram this is a lot of chaotic energy for my board

yndaily we love their eclectic little world

zendaya big fan of your hair

ynfan022 how can i not love this two weirdos?

harrystyles you said crazy pose, not dramatic

⤅yourinstagram @harrystyles your smile it's crazy delightful

⤅harryfan700 @yourinstagram can i be you girlfriend too?

⤅harryfan191 @harryfan700 same, i fell in love because she knows exactly what she's doing

⤅ynfan748 this man won the best woman ever

harryandyn god, i see what you do for others

charlotteanneclark a mood

harryfan882 i really love that he feels so comfortable with her and their relationship to let us see this.

⤅harryfan525 @harryfan882 ikr he finallt let us see this side of him and I'm an emotional mess

⤅harryfan106 @harryfan882 i think we finally understand that he has a life and can love whoever he chooses

rosalia.vt happy but confused at the same time

harryfan441 ugh, they are so foolishly in love

t_chalament it's a yes from me

⤅harryfan722 timothee represents me

ynfan831 she matches his personality so perfectly

annetwist lovely pics!

⤅ynfan029 she loves her 🤍

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harrystyles The route was traced, the playlist was ready; and even like that we get lost.

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yourinstagram told you to give the map and you said no

⤅harrystyles @yourinstagram I wanted it to be a surprise!

⤅harrynews i can't bear too much cuteness

⤅ynfan551 these two are the only couple that made me belive that true love exists

⤅yndaily ow, an older couple having a disagreement🥺

⤅ynfan670 @yndaily i have high hopes for them getting married

mitchrowland I explained to you three times how the gps works...

⤅harryandyn harry and technology doesn't mix well

harryfan661 @mitchrowland he's a baby, you know?

⤅ynfan771 I'm from the future, and i came here to tell everyone that mitch doesn't know how a gps works either

⤅harryfan880 @yourfan771 I CAN'T WITH HITCH

pillowpersonpp oh, to get lost with great music in the background because your boyfriend it's too stubborn yo let you be the guide... Yes, it happened to me too

⤅yourinstagram @pillowpersonpp i hope god receives us both in paradise for having dealt with these men

⤅harryfan720 stoooooop mitch and harry twins

⤅ynfan182 @yourinstagram you're just a genius with your comments! 🖤

⤅harryfan788 @mitchrowland you gf exposed you, what are you gonna do about it?

⤅lookitsnyoh @harryfan788 the best thing he can do it's to bake some bread for her

helenepambrun so that pic was while you guys stop for indications or...?

⤅harryfan693 HELPPPPPPP

harryfan this it's so harry you can't tell me otherwise

harryfan ok but her dress, the vintage car and the vibe of being lost with your lover-💗 ugh, please leave alone with my singleness

mrbenwinston "the route was traced"

⤅harrystyles It was.

⤅harryfan837 HAHAHAHAHA STOP

⤅harryfan681 all his friends are roasting him lol

⤅harryfan716 he's upset, someone quick give him a lollipop!

⤅ynfan682 i really love this side of his fans

⤅harryfan346 @ynfan682 it has to be this way, otherwise he'll throw a tantrum

zanelowe harry mate, you better start listen to your girl

harryfan380 i'm laughing more than i should, sorry for them, but this it's golden comedy

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yourinstagram excuse the sunburn

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harrystyles sorry, didn't know the lipstick would be waterproof

⤅harryfan806 did he just say that he kissed her cheeks while wearing lipstick?!

⤅traceeellisross @yourinstagram your boyfriend burned you sweetie haha

⤅harryfan992 i need the name of that lipstick, no matter if i have to give all my money

⤅harryandyn I can't, i just can't stop thinking about harry pecking kisses all over her face

⤅yndaily @harryandyn just thinking how funny It was the moment she realized that the kiss prints couldn't be wiped away and give harry a look like 😠

⤅harryfan714 @yndaily shut uppp! And he just giggling like the fckin demon that he is

harry_lambert ok guys you need to stop because i can't spend the whole day liking all your comments...

⤅harryfan782 then tell them to not be this iconic 🤧

dovecameron it's like seeing an angel in her own heaven

ynfan602 this queen and her eyes are the only reason i'm still alive

reiflerpaige you and italy are old lovers

harryfan503 i love that her hair it's the exact same color as her eyes! It's insanely accurate!

harryupdates you dind't hear this from me, but someone said that harry made that neacklace for her

⤅ynfan101 please don't do this me, i don't have enough tears to express how happy that makes me

⤅harryfan559 I KNEW IT!

⤅harryfan883 @harrystyles do you ship internationally? I would like to order one piece, pretty please 🤍

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harrystyles Malva thoughts.

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gemmastyles I'll never share my favorite color with you again.

⤅harryfan733 this is so funny

⤅harryfan892 yep, that's something aquarius would do

⤅harryfan019 @harryfan892 no proof but i have zero doubts

yourinstagram Isn't that my white tablecloth you're painting on?

⤅ynfan129 someone is in trouble

⤅harryfan899 no in a white tablecloth harry!

⤅harryfan782 i can see a storm coming

⤅harryfan673 @harrystyles hey lad, i think they looking for you

⤅harryfan018 @harrystyles that's it, you'll sleeping on the bathtub tonight

zoeisabellakravitz Try periwinkle.

⤅harrystyles It's already in my notes

⤅harryfan820 most iconic interaction

anthonyturnerhair need to know where i can get those flower pots

⤅harryfan675 omg me too!

⤅harryfan772 i bet he has really cool items all around his place

⤅harryfan099 @harryfan772 i bet he was an interior designer on his past life

⤅ynfan681 @harryfan772 those are yn's flowerpots actually and you can find them on amazon! 🤎

⤅harryfan772 @ynfan681 wait, really?? They're sooo cool omg

⤅harryfan388 @ynfan681 so that means they're living together?!

mollyjane_x Prodigy

⤅harryfan819 he can sit on a rock and we'll say he's a fucking legend

⤅harryfan912 where's the lie?

claraamfo music, reading, painting... Leave some for the rest of us, the mortals.

⤅harryfan891 right? It's like, why he has to be so good at everything?

⤅ynfan723 And he's also @yourinstagram broyfriend 😩

⤅claraamfo @ynfan723 that's what hurt the most

sammywitte I never knew you knew how to paint.

⤅jefeazoff leave the kid explore.

⤅harryfan662 hahahaha i can't with jeff's comment

⤅harryfan982 @harryfan662 it's like they just comment to roasting him

⤅harryfan222 @harryfan982 and we are loving it!

⤅harryfan116 true friendship it's this

flammedepigelle inspired.

⤅harryfan671 oh, well...

⤅harryfan927 now e news it's going to write a ridiculous post about a love triangle between yn, harry and sharon

⤅ynfan813 @harryfab927 don't give them ideas! 🤫

⤅harryfan927 @ynfan814 omg you're right, I'm gonna delete it!

jennynails delivery will be this wednesday!

⤅harryfan712 harry's nails will be malva?

⤅harryfan991 omg that's so cute

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yourinstagram I'm Malva.

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harrystyles In fact, you're the whole palette, my darling

⤅yourinstagram 🤍

⤅harryandyn he loves his little rainbow

⤅harryfan881 yep, that's my heart full of happiness to see him be so in love with her

⤅harryfan092 she is perfect for him. I mean it.

⤅harryfan330 she will take him to the moon for us.

⤅harryfan445 @harryfan330 and all we can say is thank you to the wonderful yn.

⤅harryfan672 @harryfan330 you should stop with that because it's ridiculous... She already took him to the whole milky way 🌌

⤅ynfan168 @harryfan672 omg i thought you were about to say something nasty about their relationship

⤅harryupdates @harryfan672 we thought that too, we were ready to reply back

⤅harryfan610 @harryupdates to fight back*

⤅harryfan777 @harryfan672 your comment was genious

⤅harryfan672 @harryupdates omg, didn't expect my comment will attract so much attention.

⤅harryfan672 @ynfan168 the only nasty thing i could say about their relationship it's that i'm deeply jealous

yndaily yeah yeah, so cute. When is the wedding?

massimobottura Undeniable expression of love.

⤅ynfan220 now i picturing them eating massimo bottura's delicious food... leave me alone please

⤅harryfan688 @ynfan220 this warms my heart

selenagomez Oh, he draw you ❤️

⤅harrystyles He indeed did it

⤅harryfan672 I can't with this man referring to himself in the third person

⤅harryfan339 @harryfan672 he's a weirdo

⤅harryfan980 thank god it's yn's problem now

⤅harryfan100 we finally can have some peace

⤅ynfan764 good luck honey @yourinstagram

⤅harryandyn this comment section it's gold

glenne_azoff now is when you decided to post in b&w?

⤅yourinstagram aesthetic

⤅harryfan771 I'm laughing more than i want heeelp

⤅harryfan821 @yourinstagram idol

annetwist I will need a copy of it

⤅harryfan111 guys I'm crying and it's just 8am

⤅harryfan337 if queen anne loves her, y'all need to do it as well. No excuses

⤅ynfan008 @harryfab337 has been decreed

harleyweir Didn't know i needed to see this, but I'm happy

charlotteanneclark You two put my expectations so high

⤅harryfan723 someone finally say it

⤅ynfan092 now i need a harry to my yn

spaceykacey lovers in their little birdhouse

tylersamj I see a stubble :)

⤅mitchrowland don't give him hopes, @tylersamj

⤅jefeazoff don't crash his hopes, @mitchrowland

⤅gemmastyles stop defending him, @jefeazoff

⤅harrystyles I want to grow a lumberjack beard :)

⤅yourinstagram we already talked about this, Harry.

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