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celestialspecial · 3 years ago

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These Beautiful Torments (Pt. 5)

Recovering from the fight that has left him badly wounded both physically and mentally Billy tries to piece together the parts of his past. To remember who he is, or was, but it’s never that easy is it?

Warnings: Trauma, Depression, Smut (18+), Violence, Unplanned Pregnancy- Canon? We don’t know her. (If I missed any feel free to let me know)

“Princess, is this all for me?” Billy’s gruff words and hot breath tickled your ear. You clung to him for fear your knees would give out beneath you. What had started as an innocent enough date quickly morphed into something else. His hands had pushed up your skirt so high that your panties were on full display, you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so fuckin turned on.

Dinner had led to drinks had led to laughing had led to you both occupying the bathroom of the fancy restaurant you were in. The soft glowing light and coral marble decor contrasted with the absolute feral way you two had fallen into this hidden alcove, mouths hungrily devouring one another. Billy’s shirt half unbuttoned as you raked your fingernails over his bare chest, he hissed at the sensation retaliating by shoving his hand all the way up your silk skirt.

Rough padded fingers coaxed your underwear aside and his head dropped low groaning when he felt how slick you were. You gasped when his thumb began a punishing rub against the bundle of nerves between your legs, but it wasn’t enough. “Billy, I need… to move” your head looked around figuring out a new position that would slake your thirst.

“Say no more.” His arms coaxed under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly, placing you on the marble countertop by the sinks and fancy hand towels. His access to you was now much easier and his diligent digits continued. The sounds you were making started reaching a higher octave before he pulled his hand away.

You started, whimpering at the loss of contact, reaching to grab his wrist. He laughed at the gesture.

“No patience at all sweetheart? Not after I whined and dined you?” It was true, he had. He didn’t allow you to see the bill but you knew it must’ve cost a month of your rent, he didn’t bat an eye. This place was the swankiest food establishment you’d ever been to, and while he teased you now you knew he’d do this for you without holding it over your head.

Your legs splayed open wider and he took the opportunity to step between them. His clothed bulge pushing into your center, your eyes practically rolling back in your skull. His mouth descended on yours again, each slide of his tongue against yours sent shockwaves through your body. Your ankles wrapped behind his lower back and pulled him as flush with you as he could possibly be, well almost.

His forehead touched yours as you both came up for air once more, breathing erratic and strangled. You could feel how rock hard he was, his pants straining against his erection. Your hand dipped down to rub the heel of your palm along the length of him, he made a choking sound, bucking into your hand. Savoring this momentary feeling of power you grabbed his tie with your other hand, dragging his face millimeters from yours again.

“All this for me?” You smirked, using his own words against him. He smirked back at you through his panting until your rubbed upwards once more, the sheer size of him, hot and twitching beneath your hand that now felt so small. You went to trace his bulge once more but his one hand that hand been clutching the sink shot out to grab your wrist, halting all movement.

“My turn.”

Billy dropped to his knees in front of you, with one swift movement he’d tore your panties off, dropping them to floor as if they weren’t the expensive pair he’d purchased for you weeks ago. Your breathing hitched as you felt his breath ghost over your dripping heat and when his tongue darted out you slapped a hand to your mouth to avoid shouting.

His mouth worked you too the brink of insanity, tongue swirling and lapping at your core, clenching as you felt yourself start to slip over the edge. His lips pursed around you and started to SUCK, the noises you started to make growing louder. He chuckled,

“You’re gonna get us caught and thrown out of this establishment.” He stated, mouth returning to its devilish work. “Maybe that can be our new thing? Getting kicked out of every fine restaurant in New York.” You heard what he was saying but it barely registered, when his tongue swept up the center of you and plunged in again, your world fractured. Back arching off the sink top, as reality tore from you in pure delicious waves. When you’d come down from your high Billy pulled away, a purely male smile on his lips, as well as your juices coating his lips and scruff.

“I’ve been coming to these overpriced joints for years thinking that’s what I needed to do to get a decent meal. God I should’ve met you sooner.” He licked his lips before leaning into you placing a searing kiss to yours, tasting the smokiness from his steak but more prominent you tasted you on his mouth and it nearly sent you spiraling again.

Your hands dove to his pants, undoing the top button before a loud banging was heard on the door.

“Hello?! We need the bathroom!” An older woman’s voice. Your eyes both met and laughed.

“Let’s say you…owe me?” He suggested, letting a curl of your hair wrap around his forefinger in thought. You placed a soft kiss to the top of his finger in silent agreement.

“Y/n” he whispered, hand lifting to cup your face.

“Y/n?”

You jolted awake, trying to take in your surroundings, eyes darting around wildly. You were in the hospital, sitting, by Billy in your usual spot. His eyes were full of concern, you could make out all the minuscule expressions in his face, his mask-less face.

“You were dreaming.”

You had been dreaming, you didn’t remember when sleep had taken hold of you, but the day was dark with the promise of storms and you just felt so tired.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He smirked at you from the bed.

“It sounded like a good dream.” You felt your face go hot, and avoided meeting his eyes as you readjusted your position in the chair, hand rubbing at your lower back that was growing more and more sore as the days go by.

“It ah…it was. How long have I been out?” He shrugged.

“No more than 15 minutes. You looked tired so I thought I’d let you sleep.” You were tired, but felt guilty having taken a cat nap during the brief visiting time you had with him. You’d been researching late into the night for over two weeks now, Billy had all his external hard drives left at your apartment together and you’d been pouring over them hoping to find some hidden emails between him and suspicious characters but had found little to nothing at this point,

“What we’re we talking about before I -uh…”

“I asked if you’d thought of names yet.” He nodded his head in the direction your belly, as if on queue you felt a swift movement under the surface. Placing a hand on the area and rubbing gently you hummed in thought, approaching 7 months and you still didn’t know the gender and you hadn’t thought of any names whatsoever.

“I honestly have no idea.” You laughed. “I have maybe one or two girl names but nothing for a boy.” Billy hummed in thought.

“What about Jack? Or Erik?” You could see his eyes scanning, trying to think of something. He never pushed you to share more info about the baby’s father, nor did he ask when exactly you were due. It felt like a huge weight off your shoulders that he even knew, and in the knowing hadn’t asked you to leave and stop visiting.

You paused in thought, running your hand over your bump, it was an unusually warm day regardless of the rain so you we’re grateful, to wear something light and airy. Billy had complimented the dress and you’d blushed quite hard at the comment. He seemed quite pleased with himself after seeing your reaction.

He turned to look out the window at the first rumble of thunder.

“Will I ever get out of here?” Billy asked, you knew you were the only person in the room and yet the question didn’t seem directed to you. You didn’t respond, not knowing exactly what to say to that. If he fully healed he’d almost certainly go prison or some psych ward and yet you found yourself responding,

“Yes. You will.”

He turned to look back at you, his eyes glinting in the fluorescent lighting that seemed so harsh against the darkness descending outside. His eyes closed slowly, brow smoothing as if thinking of something peaceful.

“I miss the beach.” You studied him as he continued talking. “It was sunny, not a cloud in the sky and scorching hot,” his brow furrowed as if shuffling for his next words, “and you were there. In a red bathing suit.”

You weren’t sure if you were breathing as you listened to him. You two had gone to the beach multiple times together. The day he’d asked you to be his, you’d been wearing a red bathing suit, that later ripped in the dryer and was immediately tossed, chalked up to a cheap Amazon purchase. “You’re smiling. I think I am too. We were…happy.” His eyes drift open to lock to yours with conviction.

You didn’t think words were able to be formed right now, all you could do was bite your lip and nod, eyes wide, searching, waiting to see if he had more about that day to share. He remembered. He made a soft coughing or was it choking sound? Maybe tying to prevent a full on sob from escaping his throat as he realized that his recollection was correct. Was in fact real.

His hand moved, splaying open, reaching as far as he could towards you. Asking for your validation. Still in a state of shock you bent forward, letting your hand rest in his, fingers twining together. The warmth of your hand in his, the familiar roughness of his palm, the vice that had been in your chest for months seemed to ease up. So lost in each other that you didn’t realize the door had opened to the room until the sound of clattering materials hitting the floor tore you both from your stupor.

Krista stood about 3 feet into the room, just far enough to see you two holding hands, Billy without his mask, and your prevalent baby bump on display. Her face reddened and her body seemed to radiate pure hatred and anger.

“What is all this?” She asked, you could tell she was doing everything in her power not to explode. You let go of Billy’s hand to more fully face the angry therapist in the room.

“We’re finally getting somewhere. He’s starting to remember things, I think if-“

“Enough!” A shout this time that had you flinching backwards in your seat. Krista was scooping up the items she’d dropped after she walked in, obviously trying to contain her rage.

You stood up, tossing your jacket over your arm. Visiting hours were technically over, but you could feel your blood pressure skyrocket and had better things to do than fight with your boyfriends therapist, even if this was a day you were convinced he wasn’t scheduled for a session. You ignored Krista completely, turning to Billy and smiling as best you could, even if it felt strained.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He opened his mouth to respond before,

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Maybe these visits…aren’t a good idea.” Your resolve started to falter at that, whipping around to address Krista head on. You were about to respond when Billy cut in.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Our usual time?” You bit your lip and nodded, a slight jerky motion, realizing that fighting and screaming wouldn’t get the hospital on your side either.

Billy watched you leave in a hurry, once you’d disappeared from sight he turned back to Krista, seething. She stood at the edge of his bed, arms crossed, nostrils flared slightly.

“Are you going to behave today?” His lips were pulled in a thin line, staring her down, but craving to move out of his bed. To stretch his aching muscles. She took his silence as a yes, moving to his side and undoing the straps binding him down. Once the straps were loose Billy pushed off the bed so abruptly that Krista backed away, trying not to flinch from him.

He relished that moment of fear from her, turning towards their seating and taking his usual spot at the table, running a hand over his naked face before quickly returning to his side table and readjusting the mask on his face. The anger coming off his therapist in waves, as she sat across from him, refusing to meet his eyes and shuffling papers.

“Why are you so mean to her?” He asked, gripping the armrest of his chair, trying to contain his feelings. The shuffling stopped, her eyes slowly calculatingly rising to his.

“Mean?”

“Yes. All she’s doing is trying to be helpful.” Krista snorted.

“Yes helpful. How much have you actually remembered from having her here? What sort of exercises or practices has she instructed you on? Was she the one that helped you process your mental traumas and breath work de-stressing methods? Did she?!” Her responses were short, clipped, on the brink of sounding crazy herself.

“Are you that afraid of me having a friend outside of you?” Billy exclaimed, trying not to yell back at her, shocked the guards hadn’t come in yet. “Afraid that I’ll have someone else to turn to? That it might not always be you?” He’d obviously struck a chord, the vein in her forehead pulsing, eyes wild.

“ I’m the ONLY one that can help you! That can deal with you!”

“Is that so?” Billy stood up, pushing the chair behind him so he could step towards her, so she could see in his eyes that he didn’t need her as much as she needed him. “I’m your little science project? Aren’t I?!”

“You NEED me! If you ever wanna see the outside of these whitewashed walls or outside of a jail cell - YOU NEED ME!” She screamed back at him, eye twitching.

“You’re angry that I’d rather see her than you! That you can't keep me subdued and under your watchful eye forever! ” Krista was gone, fingers curled into fists, nostrils flared and eyes wide, angry, more rage than he thought she was capable of.

“She thinks she can come in here and take you from me?! You may be the baby’s father, but I’ve done far more for you than she ever has!” She exclaimed, breathing erratically, hair falling in front of her face, blowing with each huff.

Billy’s eyes widened, feeling weak suddenly, hand reaching for the wall at his side to steady him. Noticing most of his fury had dissipated, shock in turn replacing it.

“I-I’m the baby’s father?” Krista's hands flew to her mouth, clasping over it as her eyes displayed the panic in the words she’d just let slip. Billy felt his resolve start to weaken. “You forced her not to tell me. You’ve made sure she was kept at arms length all along….so you could weasel your way in.” The long therapy sessions, the days Krista was…far too friendly, how he’d had moments of wanting to give in as well because he’d seen no alternative. Because he’d known that while you were from his past Krista had convinced him that that was where you’d should stay.

Krista opened her mouth, tears at the corners of her eyes, realizing how badly she’d fucked up. Billy gripped his fisted hands even tighter, mind swimming in anger, deceit, pain. A delayed response but two guards barged in, batons drawn, one placing a hand on his gun.

“Get down!” He shouted at Billy, but Billy had no intention of going quietly, of being strapped down to that mattress one more God forsaken time. Not when he finally felt things start to slip into place. You two laughing over an expensive dinner, the red bathing suit, cuddling on the couch reading or watching tv. And the night before he went to confront Frank and how he’d kissed you, like a man going to war to meet his end.

His training took over, lunging for the one guard, ripping the baton from his hand and sending a jarring whack to the side of his head. Tumbling forward to kick the other guards legs out from under him, landing a punch to the center of his chest before grappling the gun away. Another swift punch and knocking the second guard out cold with the first’s baton. Panting in the center of the chaos, Billy eyed Krista, her fear evident, holding her hands up in front of her.

Billy pointed the gun at the center of her chest. “You claim to want to help me. Why don’t you make good on that promise?”

Less than a minute later Krista was escorting “her patient” through the halls of the hospital, head down, mask on. She’d smile and nod at a few of her colleagues while moving swiftly to the back exit doors where the EMT’s would often hang out. Once they pushed open the security doors Billy could smell the fresh air.

It was raining but he didn’t care, he’d never smelled cleaner more fragrant air in his entire life. Fighting the urge to close his eyes and bask in the cool raindrops, instead turning to Krista eyes fixated on hers.

“Where are you gonna go? You don’t remember jack shit.” She bit out, arms wrapped around herself fighting the cool breeze that grazed across them both. He only shook his head.

“I recommend you not follow. If you know what’s good for you.”

With that Billy took off into the night, not sure where he was going to go, but finally free. Hoping that he’d find you someway, somehow.

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twothpaste · 2 years ago

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who wants to hear about my mother voice headcanons

these are mostly about my au where they're like 20 but they apply to canon too

The twins are great cuz they have the exact same voice, but speak so differently you'd never mix them up. Deeper than you'd probably expect, courtesy of I think Flint's vocal depth is down there with Johnny Cash. They don't share the overwhelming power of his country accent, but there's still traces of it in both of 'em. (Claus tries to suppress it but it doesn't work, lmaooo)

Lucas is soft and sleepy and mumbly, pretty steady in tone, doesn't usually speak with a lot of inflection. Very easy on the ears, soothing even - but you might would have to ask him to speak up or repeat himself. Disregarding his Smash Bros voice, it cracks me up but I imagine even at 13 he kept his voice low and quiet, and was already starting to sound a little awkwardly deeper. I think while he was younger he inadvertently trained himself to speak without conveying much emotion, and it stuck, and now he's just Like That Forever. :( Recently he's started making an effort to adopt Claus' more confident manner of speaking, when he recognizes he needs to stand up for himself or be assertive. :')

Claus is obviously a brash and exuberant speaker who doesn't have the best handle on their inside voice. They're almost abrasive, there's an edgier undertone there that's not really audible in Lucas' gentle speech. Tone goes up and down like an accordion, you can tell exactly how they're feeling immediately. EXCEPT when they're overwhelmed and/or dissociating, and they bust out that chillingly stagnant robotic affect (that's The Masked Man baybeee). It's so dull and lifeless it doesn't even sound anything like Lucas it's just Fucked. It's like a reflex, sometimes they can't turn it off. Please be patient while they reboot. Recently they've started making an effort to adopt Lucas' softer manner of speaking, when they recognize they need to tone it down or comfort somebody. :')

One fun thing about both of them is that they're extremely impressionable, and will inadvertently pick up quirks of other peoples' speech without meaning to. Lucas caught Kuma's snorting laughter when he was like 15 and he's stuck with it. Claus still sometimes veers into the raucous kinda tone Porky takes when he's telling a not very funny joke, and they'll catch themself and gag. They both adopt Duster's "y'alldn't've" and Paula's high-point Scrabble words. Claus' gamer lingo becomes contagious and the next thing they know Lucas is unwittingly dropping "based" and "dogwater" at the D&D table. Fun. :)

Apparently Tomato once said one of his regrets with the Mother 3 fan translation was that he thought Kumatora's dialogue should've been more informal, to better reflect the way she talks in the original Japanese version of the game. Well y'know what motherfucker I gotcha right here. Kuma's voice is rough and raspy like a serrated steak-knife, and every other word out of her mouth is one that'd make a suburban white mom gasp. Relentlessly authentic, boldly casual, talks the same way whether she's in her boss' office or a Hardee's drive thru line. I think she normaly speaks at a lower octave, but when she's startled or delighted her natural higher pitch sneaks out. Loves to sing, loudly and badly. Has a hard time speaking softly but will do her darnedest for her loved ones' sake.

Duster's got a sad gravely sorta deep voice and the southern drawl of all time. He sounds like a King of the Hill extra who'd appear in one episode and then vanish somberly into the Texan ether. He sounds like he's stoned even when he isn't (but when he is, hoo boy). He sounds like he's 75 even though he's like 40. It rules. Speaks slowly and imprecisely, with a lot of uncertain "umm"s and "err"s. Has a lot of range in his pitch, he gets much lower when he's bummed out and much higher when he's in good spirits. Will not raise his voice to a shout under any circumstances, dude hasn't yelled in like twenty years. Sings rather nicely but is shy about it anyways.

Most of the time, Ness speaks so mellow and calm that you can't help but feel at ease around him. Almost sounds like he's singing, sometimes. He's known he's trans since he was like 12, and was fortunate enough to have a really accepting family… I think from a young age he made a conscious-or-unconscious effort to speak in a lower vocal pitch, to to the point that it just became his comfortable default. He's been on T for a few years, probably since he was like 18, he's definitely grown into that lower pitched kinda campfire crackly voice (god I wish that were me). I do kinda imagine him having been unsatisfied with his voice growing up. Not terribly so, just a little less than thrilled about it (this'd apply during Earthbound, oof)… But older Ness is finally at the point where he's like "Oh. I think I sound like myself now. This'll do :)"

Paula's got a sharp and tinny kinda voice that'd almost be awful, if it wasn't softened by her southern drawl. When she was a tweenager she was embarrassed about her accent and suppressed it, but she got over it (being friends with Ness n' pals helped) (I imagine this played out gradually and wholesomely over the course of Earthbound / middle school). She still makes a point to speak really precisely and succinctly though, she is an aspiring English professor after all. She's also got, like?? Not a lot of vocal range but a lot of intent & control over her tone. She'll whip from sharp and snarky to gentle and homely at a moment's notice, with rhetorical intent. Ah, and the older she's gotten the more she's started to sound like her mom. Which she hates.

Jeff's voice is hard for me to hear with my mind's ears because I think he has the stereotypical nasally cartoon nerd voice And that whole ass British accent, and the two do not blend nicely at all. It's hilarious and a deliberate part of his charm, it's just hard for me to imagine. He also speaks so monotone that there's rarely any inflection. Even when he's happy. Even his questions sound like statements. I don't think his shyness manifests in mumbling or stuttering, he just bluntly says shit and wears a stoic expression and silently hopes to god it didn't sound weird or awkward or incoherent. The way he talks probably puts strangers off sometimes and makes him hard to read, but I think it becomes almost strangely comforting to Ness & pals. In fact, it's kinda nervewracking when he gets upset and his voice starts cracking and fluctuating instead.

I think Poo's voice is so fucking deep and rich and serene?? Like, dude could do the best ASMR ever, probably. It catches people off guard but commands respect and attention. At age 22 he wields it confidently, he's verbose and laughs a lot and it suits him well. But when puberty done did that to him all of a sudden at like age 14 (haha Earthbound) he was bewildered. Awkwardly trying to sound regal and composed while he was still just a kid, fumbling over his words, scrambling just to get used to it. In this AU thankfully he had a more of a chance to just be a teenager, instead of having royalty thrust on him, so it probably went a little easier. Especially with Awkward Voice Solidarity from Ness & the gang, 'cause holy shit they all had issues with this stuff huh.

I can't picture Porky with anything less than a gnarly shouty goofy 90's cartoon villain voice. Way over the top. Grates on your ears. Hilariously horrid. Probably went from being nails-on-chalkboard squeaky to whatever the hell this is the moment he turned 13 one beautiful morning. Impossible to tell if he's deliberately trying to sound like an animated alligator who skateboards and offers kids drugs in a D.A.R.E. VHS, or if that's just how his vocal cords were blacksmithed by the hand of God. When he hits his 20's it's not any better, he just gets grumblier and sleazier and more prone to frustrated outbursts. I love him.

#intermission au #tooting a marching baritone horn or perhaps a harmonica on my apartment balcony #2thtalks

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ratsoh-writes · 3 years ago

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I think I remember in a previous post that you were going to make a list about who is the most likely to purr the easiest and who is likely to never purr at all? Are you still going to do that?

I am ;)

In fact let’s put it here! I’ll go in order from number one purr to number zero along with some descriptions

Oak obviously. His head injury changes a lot of his personality from when he was classic sans. Oak is much more emotional now and doesn’t hide it as well. If he’s felling good and a loved one does anything remotely affectionate, he’s purring. He can’t help it and he’s stopped trying to hold it back ages ago. He’ll even purr at seeing favorite customers in the bakery on good days. His purr is low and raspy. It comes out in small bursts

Second best is rust purely because of how low his purr is. He purrs the same amount as third place but his is much louder. Rust sounds a bit like a mix between a cat and a cat engine lol. Any sort of affectionate contact from a loved one can turn on the purr, but he has to be in a pretty good mood already

Third is mutt. His purr is very gravely and can be mistaken as a growl if you haven’t heard it before. Mutt purrs just as much as rust when he’s around loved ones.

Fourth is, surprise surprise, papyrus! He beats basil because he tends to get attached to people faster so a friend/SO would hear his purr faster. His purr is surprisingly soft for a guy who’s so loud. Papyrus purrs whenever he picks his buddies/SO up. It’s very faint so you have to listen for it

Fifth is basil of course. His purr is really short and comes out in little bursts. And it’s from whenever a friend/SO hugs him or seeks him out for attention. They have to be alone though. Basil is too anxious to purr in public

Sixth is honey. He’s got the same purr as basil but it takes sitting in his lap or full contact cuddling on the couch to bring it out

That’s all the guys who pretty much purr super easily. The next bunch of guys are the ones where you have to work a bit to hear their purr.

Alright, seventh and top of the normal guys is butch! His purr is another deep one and slightly scratchy like he’s gargled gravel. Butch only purrs when he’s cuddling someone he’s attracted to.

After butch it’s cash. If he’s little spoon you might get a purr. His purr is kinda high pitched like a kitten

Then it’s mal. Sometimes he won’t be able to hold back a flirtatious purr at seeing his SO all dolled up. He likes they shinies. His purr is also higher pitched and a little breathy

After that is red. Only his child or SO gets to hear him purr, but he does it fairly often for them. It just happens randomly when he’s feeling particularly safe or content. His purr is exactly the same as rusts

For willow, he purrs only for a SO or on rare occasions, oak. Willows purr is also very soft but scratchier than papyrus’. And it happens most right before he falls asleep

Now sans. He purrs only when his SO pets his head but he has to be in a super good mood already. Sans purr is low but more whistly than raspy

Next is peaches. It takes a really long day of hard labor and coming home to a table full of his favorite foods lol. His purr matches sans

Now coffee: he purrs only for a SO and it’s almost always after a “fun time”. Or if his SO is really anxious and he’s trying to comfort them, his purr tends to naturally come out. His purr is super soft. You might not even notice if his chest didn’t vibrate as well

Bruiser purrs only for a SO or snipe. And it’s after seeing them laugh really hard at a joke of his. His purr is the same sound as slims funny enough

Edge purrs only for a SO or his child when they’re still an infant. His purr button is when he’s cooking and his SO hugs him from behind. He loves that. His purr sounds a bit like a growl and doesn’t really have a tone to it. Just that grinding noise

Noir is the exact same as edge except he might also purr during couch cuddles

Slim has a raspy smokers purr. He tends to purr during “fun times” or when his SO is flirting with him.

Sugars purr is light and short like a kittens. He also purrs during “fun times” but will also purr for little kids when they demand hugs. He’s cute

Pluto only purrs for a crush or SO. And only when his face is getting peppered with kisses lol. He has a light medium toned purr. It’s pretty short and comes in small bursts

Pop will sometimes purr when he’s taking a bath and the bubbles and scent just hits right. His purr is surprisingly low since he has a higher pitched voice. And it can go on for a really long time

These next guys are really hard to get to purr. It has to be pretty specific conditions and even then it still rarely happens

Star/lilac can both purr on command, but that doesn’t count since it’s a conscious decision. Their fake purr is adorable just like a baby kittens. Their real purr is lower and very long drawn out instead of short. Star and lilac only purr for a SO and only right before they fall asleep.

Charm will only purr for a SO and only if it’s one that he’s fully committed to. His purr is soft and almost hesitant sounding. He’ll purr when he sees his SO enjoying something he did for them and only when SO isn’t looking. Charm is shy about his purr

Lord only purrs for mutt or a SO that he might as well be married to. And you only hear it when he’s so tired he doesn’t even have the energy to be grumpy. Is purr is low and breathy

Rhythm will sometimes purr after seeing one of his students do really well in a competition. It has to be one of those kids who were in his studio since toddler years. His purr has a whistley quality and is pretty melodic

Rancher purrs only when he’s pretty much too tired to think, and his SO is being cuddly. It’s scratchy and really loud just like him lol

Boss will purr occasionally when he comes home and his SO is just so obviously happy to see him. He loves an excited greeting. His purr is like edge but an octave lower

G purrs only for a SO and it usually when they’re holding on to him on his motorcycle. So they’ll never hear it

Ace purrs only when he’s so exhausted he can’t keep up his mask. And it’s only for a long term SO, and on one rare occasion, snipe. His purr is airy but somehow really loud. You can’t miss it

Jupiter purrs when he feels especially accomplished or proud of an achievement. It has to be one of those long term life goals

Last is the three guys who almost never purr. Even a SO would only hear it a small handful of times

Green: his purr is very loud and long drawn out. He only purrs when he’s super excited over a new discovery. He’s also rather bouncy during this too

Wine purrs when he’s so completely exhausted but also just full of affection for his SO. He has to be completely comfortable as well. It takes some serious work to get him there. His purr is very soft and short. It’s only a touch lower than coffees

And last but not least is snipe. He only purrs when he feels completely safe, and only for his SO. Snipes purr is very smooth and almost sounds like a hum

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #horrortale #underlust #fellswap red #fellswap gold #dancetale #outertale #farmtale #gastertale #mafiatale #mafiafell #mafiaswap #horrorfell #horrorswap

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ikeromantic · 3 years ago

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Piano Lessons

An ObeyMe! Lucifer fic, approx. 1800 words. G/N MC, Fluff.

The infernal grand piano squatted in one shadowed corner of the music room. To any human, at first glance it looked no different from the version in the human world. A dangerous assumption, you knew. If an easy one to make. This instrument was capable of compositions that would drive a mortal listener mad, or even cause death.

You thought that would be reason enough to be given a pass on your Devilish Music I, but Lucifer didn’t agree. In fact, he considered your ignorance of the instrument and its compositions an opportunity. And that was how you found yourself in the House of Lamentation’s music room every afternoon when RAD let out.

Lucifer was already waiting on the bench. He looked up as you came in, lips compressed in an expression of near-constant disapproval. “You’re late.”

“I’m on time!” You glanced at the clock on the wall.

“If you aren’t five minutes early, that counts as late. Now come here and sit next to me.”

Arguing with Lucifer was futile. Besides, you did want to sit next to him. During your time in the Devildom, you’d developed a bit of a crush on the eldest brother. One that had you working hard to be on the receiving end of his rare smiles and sparse compliments.

Today you were hoping to impress Luci with your rendition from Certovski, Faust’s Mistake. It was one of the mortal-safe pieces you could attempt without risking your mind or your soul.

“Fingers on the keys.” Lucifer’s red eyes followed your hands as you tried for the appropriate position. “Elbows out. Move your left hand in.”

You did as instructed, but apparently you were still off. He reached for your hands, positioning them. Part of you wanted to fight him on it. The rest of you just enjoyed the feel of his hands on yours. His skin was always so warm and smooth.

He frowned. “Focus.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled. With your hands in place, you ran through the demonic scale. Some of the tones were too low or too high to hear. You could feel them though, shivering your bones and raising the hairs at the back of your neck.

Your warm-up didn’t get any objection from the Prince of Pride, which meant you were doing well. A quick glance showed he wasn’t frowning any more. Good.

Lucifer stood and began to pace behind you. “What are you going to play for me?”

“I’ve been practicing Faust’s Mistake.” As if he didn’t know.

“Then begin.”

You take a breath. This is it. You try to psych yourself up. All that practice will pay off. All those evenings you gave up gaming with Levi and Mammon, the weekends you stayed in instead of going out with Satan or Asmo. You could play this in your sleep.

Your hands float across the keys, the melody pouring from the hidden strings, describing the terrible bargain Faust made. The fast, tripping notes gave way to the long, slow sounds of regret, and finally, to the clashing finish.

Sweat beaded your forehead as you lowered your hands to your lap. The tension in your chest stopped your breath as you waited for Lucifer’s judgement.

“That was . . . not bad.”

From anyone else, you’d take this as a criticism but from Luci? It was a gold star. You smiled over your shoulder at him.

The left corner of his lip turned up in a slight half smile. “I’m impressed you memorized the whole piece in such a short time. I can tell you’ve worked hard.”

You felt like if he gave you one more compliment, you might completely melt.

“But -”

Your heart sank.

“I didn’t feel the tension, the passion of the moment in your rendition. You were too focused on technical mastery.” Lucifer sat down beside you, his hip brushing yours. “The Faustian epic is classic. It must evoke the emotion of the moment, the story, that birthed it. Let me show you what I mean.”

His hands went to the keys. “This is from earlier in the story. The Fall.” He began playing in a low octave, a heavy, slow rhythm that made your heart pound. Or perhaps that was just from sitting so close to him.

Lucifer kept that going as he began to layer higher, lighter notes atop it. These sounded almost playful, innocent. If not for the ominous beat beneath it. “Here we have naivete. The mortal at play, unaware of the trap laid for him.”

You nod.

“The music is the story, the story lives in the music. Now -” The lighter notes began to slow, creeping closer to the lower octave. “The mortal becomes aware of the nearness of death. The lingering, slow demise that comes to all men.”

Your breath slows in time to the music, and you can almost feel the weight of your years, few though they are. It is as if you lived a century and now your bones are heavy and your body is weary. Your eyelids drift half closed.

Lucifer continues to play, the ominous chords grow louder and the higher tones fade until both melodies close in on each other.

There is a subaudible component now, and though you can’t hear it, you can feel it move with the pulse of your blood. An arrhythmia that pulls you into the moment. The music surges beneath your eyelids, a spiral of red across a dark abyss. A false light.

“Here Faust decides his soul is worth less than his earthly pleasures, and denies Death its due. You can hear the strains of rage from Death’s denial beside the demon’s triumph. And there, Faust’s -”

The music stops but you can still feel it inside you. Something slick and warm slides down your cheek.

Lucifer’s voice, demanding. Trembling. “Wake up. Open your eyes this instant.”

You wish you could obey. You’d like to but the music holds you where you are. Limbo. A space bereft of everything but the music. Death and the demon, Faust’s lust and greed.

“Please.” Lucifer’s voice is gentler than you’ve ever heard it before.

You feel the pad of his thumb against your cheek. A sudden burst of magic like static on a distant radio. Then silence. Your mind slips under a dark, quiet ocean.

The water is warm. Peaceful. You can feel it cradling you. Stroking your hair, your cheeks. The touches become more insistent. Pushing you toward the surface. Toward wakefulness.

“I am sorry. Please. If you open your eyes, I will do . . . I will do anything, anything you want. I won’t make you practice anymore. I’ll give you a - a bigger room.”

The voice belongs to Lucifer, you’re sure of it. But it doesn’t sound like him. When has he ever pleaded, begged, for anything? You realize it is his hands on your skin, stroking your arms, your face. Then it hits you. The music. It wasn’t safe for your mind and now . . . was this real?

You open your eyes.

Lucifer’s face is the first thing you see. He is so close, you can feel his breath on your cheek. His eyes are wide and damp, and full of concern. You are held tight against him, like a child.

“Can you hear me? See me?” His fingertip slides along your jawline, a delicate touch.

“Yes.” Your voice comes out throaty and low. Rough as if you’d been screaming.

His relief is palpable. He squeezes you tighter, pressing your face to his chest. “I . . . I apologize. I got carried away with the music. And you’ve taken injury because of it - because of me.”

The words are halting, stiff. Hard for the proud eldest to say, and yet, for you, he does. “It’s okay,” you croak. “It was beautiful.” And it’s true. Some remnant of the cursed melodies still echo in the chambers of your heart. Haunting you with a promise that has no words.

“I will see you are fully recovered.” The briskness returns to Lucifer’s voice.

You try to push yourself up, off his chest. He doesn’t loosen his hold on you.

“Stop struggling. Are you uncomfortable?” Lucifer adjusts his grip, sliding your head to the crook of his arm. “Is that better?”

It isn’t, really. But at least you can see you aren’t in the music room anymore. Lucifer must have carried you to his chambers. He must have been worried, but you don’t know why. You feel alright. You try to sit up again.

With an exasperated look, Lucifer partially lifts you. He doesn’t release you. “Didn’t I say to stop struggling? You need to relax until you are . . . repaired.”

“I feel fine,” you tell him.

He frowns. “You are still bleeding from your ears.”

You lift a hand to the side of your head. It comes away red and wet. “Oh.”

“It will take a few days for the effects to wear off.” The concern in his scarlet gaze frightens you more than the blood.

“Will I be ok?”

“Mostly.” He looks away. “Until then, I will keep you here and see to your needs. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Does anything hurt?”

You shake your head. This, you discovered, was a mistake. The shadows of the room move with your vision, growing one direction and then the other. Wide swaths of darkness that catch your eye.

“Are you seeing things?” Lucifer looks back at you. His thumb caresses your cheek.

“N-no.”

“Rather, tell me what you are seeing. And don’t lie about it a second time.”

There is a flicker of warning in the crimson depths of his gaze. You tell him about the shadows, and the way the music still sings in you.

He frowns. “If the effects do not fade, I may have to keep you in my rooms forever.”

You note that he doesn’t sound annoyed at this prospect. But he didn’t ask you, and his assumptions don’t sit well. “You can’t lock me up, Lucifer.”

“I can.”

Wrong tactic to take. You amend. “It probably isn’t a good idea to burden yourself with caring for me. You have a lot to do. Diavolo needs you.”

Lucifer knows what you’re up to. He has millenniums on you, after all. He smiles and brushes the hair back from your forehead. “I have informed my brothers, and the Prince, that you fell ill yesterday afternoon. I’ve taken time off to care for you.”

Your mind takes a moment to catch up. “Yesterday?”

“Yes. I cast a spell to knock you unconscious when I realized what I’d done. It helped, briefly. But you started screaming some time in the night and . . .”

You realize he’s been sitting here, holding you, for hours. Warmth blossoms in your chest. A happiness completely out of place, all things considered. But despite the blood loss and possibly permanent madness, you feel loved. Cared for.

Lucifer seems to read your mind. He says nothing, just places a light kiss on your forehead.

Neither of you need to speak. He knows and you know and words just complicate things anyway.

He stands, still holding you, and carries you to bed. When you drift back to sleep, it’s with your head on his chest, his arm around your shoulders to pull you close.

#obey me shall we date #om #om lucifer #otome guys #otome #devildom #obey me lucifer #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

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lloydskywalkers · 4 years ago

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any port in a storm

Pixal and Lloyd and the evolving nature of friendship, as highlighted by the regular burning down of your city.

(desperately trying to break through writer’s block and classes again, this was supposed to be under 2k and it is...very much not hdfjkgh but! i’ve been meaning to write for Pixal and Lloyd for a while so here are a whole bunch of feelings about the two of them and s8)

Pixal meets — truly meets — Lloyd Garmadon shortly after his brother’s been blown to pieces.

She says truly, because if you ask her, Pixal will tell you she met Lloyd Garmadon at exactly 8:48 in the evening outside his father’s monastery, moments before a horde of nindroids led there by Pixal herself descended upon them.

But Lloyd argues that since they said about two words total to each other, it doesn’t really count as meeting, and by the time Pixal’s spending the better part of her day with him running high and low around Ninjago City, she’s learned that it’s easier not to press the point.

Lloyd can be stubborn, like that.

She’d first learned that when she’d met him, just after they’d lost Zane. That loss hadn’t lasted long, especially for Pixal, but the immediate aftermath of it had been devastating. She’d watched with blank eyes as the team had fractured, splitting at the seams as they all fled their separate ways, too heartsore and dizzy with grief to do much otherwise.

All of them had fled, save Lloyd. She hadn’t paid him much attention before that point, the surprisingly small bearer of the Golden Power. Of course, he wasn’t the bearer of that power anymore, but his eyes alone had shown the experience of it. There’d been a brief, lost look that had crossed his face as the others had mentioned leaving, before it had been swept under a mask of stubborn, determined blankness. He wouldn’t be leaving. Someone had to stay behind and watch out for things, he’d claimed, even as the loss had bled through his voice.

Pixal hadn’t quite grasped the concept of empathy at that point, but she’d felt something dangerously close to it.

At any rate, the only interaction they’d had alone was brief. In fact, the only one Pixal can truly remember — and her memory never fails — is the quick exchange they’d had in the hospital lobby directly after the battle. The hospital was for Mr. Borg, and for the ninja’s minor injuries.

There was nothing any hospital on earth could do for Zane.

Pixal had found herself next to Lloyd in the waiting room, trying to distract herself from those thoughts while Lloyd stared at the stark white tiling with dull eyes.

“They never mentioned what your power was,” she’d asked him, almost absently. Collecting data, processing information — anything she could do to distract from the crushing grief.

“Oh.” Lloyd had blinked, startling back into awareness. He’d suddenly looked painfully young. “It’s, ah, I guess it’s just green, now.”

It had been Pixal’s turn to blink. “Green.”

“Yeah.” Lloyd had bit his lip, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, two habits he’ll never quite lose. “I mean — it’s more than that, but it’s like — energy, I guess, is the best way to put it?”

“Interesting,” Pixal had remarked.

“Yeah.”

They’d stared at each other in silence after that, before they’d both been called off to other errands — and then they were having Zane’s funeral and then Pixal was making realizations she never got to tell anyone, and that had been that in her early introductions to Lloyd Garmadon. Quiet, awkward, and possessing an incredible power he hardly even knew the name of.

Looking back, Pixal figures her introduction hadn’t gone much better.

They’d continued as passing acquaintances as time went on, separated by danger and the confines of Zane’s head, and Pixal had figured that’s all they’d ever be. But then their Sensei goes missing and, despite Pixal’s increasing disappearances on Zane as she rebuilds her own body, she’s been given the role of watching out for Ninjago city along with Lloyd.

She quickly learns that quiet is not a term fit for Lloyd Garmadon when you’re trapped alone with him.

************

“How is there not a single station playing actual music?” Lloyd seethes, flicking through the channels almost manically. “It’s two am, who’s gonna be listening to your stupid commercial for toothpaste now, are you kidding me?”

“Statistically speaking, this is the prime time for long-distance driving near Ninjago City,” Pixal supplies, her voice a hint scratchy where it comes through the his car’s radio speakers. “Or, if you factor in the construction in the east district, there could still be traffic from late-night bars.”

Lloyd groans, thunking his head against the steering wheel as another ad screeches through the small space. “Wonderful.”

“Your vocal tones suggest you find it otherwise.”

“Dont trust ‘em, my vocal tones are traitors.” As if to solidify his point, Lloyd’s voice cracks in the middle of his sentence, shooting up an octave higher. Lloyd goes bright red, and thunks his head against the steering wheel again.

Taking pity on him, Pixal aims for reassurance. “It is normal for your voice to break, Lloyd. It shouldn’t last too long.” She pauses, momentarily scanning through another article. “On second thought, this one suggests it could also take two to three years for your voice to stabilize.”

Lloyd gives a strangled moan. “End me.”

“Unfortunately, that would defeat the purpose of why I’m here in the first place.”

Lloyd tilts his head, cracking an eye open as he glances at the camera feed he knows she’s watching him from. “Unfortunately, huh,” he muses. “So you’re saying if Zane hadn’t made you promise to look out for me, you would end me?”

“That — no, that is not — of course I wouldn’t end you,” Pixal backtracks. An odd feeling flickers through her, almost as if she’s lost her place, floundering.

Or embarrassed might be more accurate, she thinks wryly. She briefly considers projecting a a glaring face at Lloyd from the monitor. This is his fault. She rarely stuttered before Lloyd started teasing her at all hours of the morning.

“I mean, you wouldn’t be the first,” Lloyd continues, conversationally. “And if we’re being honest, I’d definitely rather you be the one to off me, instead of like, random bad guy number eighty-five—”

“I know you think you are funny,” Pixal cuts over him. “But casually planning for your death is something Kai listed I was not to let you do. Also, it is not nearly as funny as you think it is.”

“Ouch,” Lloyd mutters, though he looks chastised. “Never mind, you just took me out in one sentence.”

Chastised might be the wrong term.

Pixal studies him through the monitor, then sighs. “I am, however, honored you think highly enough of me to offer the right to murder you,” she gives in.

She’s rewarded as Lloyd breaks into a bright grin.

He still looks painfully young these days, but it’s less obvious. His voice is pitching lower and he wears his hair different, and he’s gained a whip-like tendency to quip at people, as Pixal’s experienced firsthand. Kai calls it sass in grumbling but fond tones, and Nya calls it snark somewhere between the fourth book series she’s sent for Pixal to try.

The ninja have been kind like that, sharing the interests they have in an attempt to make her feel…well, more human, she supposes. Less confined to a voice in a computer. Of course, Pixal isn’t confined to a voice in a computer anymore, but they don’t know that yet. She’ll tell them someday soon, she promises herself. Any day now.

In the meantime, it’s easy enough to keep up with Lloyd by lurking in his car radio, as he spends half his time in there anyways.

************

“You’d think we’d have found their hideout by now,” Lloyd notes, as they wait in a darkened alleyway again. It gives them an excellent view of the major highways, so if the rumored biker gang does show up, they won’t miss it.

If they show up being the key point.

“Whoever their leader is, they certainly know how to keep a low profile,” Pixal answers, closing out another dead end police report in frustration.

“It’s weird,” Lloyd says, propping the notebook he’s sketching in on his knee as he squints at the paper. “Normally the boss types aren’t this quiet. They like to show off, y’know? Make a big scene, dramatic speeches and all.”

“Are you referring to the villains, or yourselves?”

“Touché,” Lloyd snorts. “But still, you gotta admit it’s weird they haven’t even made any demands. What’s their end game here, elaborate advertising for motorcycle design?”

“I would hope not,” Pixal says. “Their color coordination is lacking.”

Lloyd fights back a smile, his pencil scratching as he shifts his notebook again. “I don’t know, I kinda like the punk look.”

“I noticed that, when you tried to redecorate the car.”

“Hey, skulls are cool.”

“They are also conspicuous, especially when they come in acid green colors.”

“Everyone’s a critic,” Lloyd sighs, making a face as he scrubs the eraser across the paper. Pixal tries to tilt the camera further, to see what he’s drawing tonight, but the angle he’s holding it at remains just out of sight.

She could probably guess what he’s drawing, if she tried. The notebook is one they’ve been steadily working their way through on these late-night patrols, the pages filled with little hangman games and Lloyd’s sketches of animals and his teammates. He’s drawn her a few times from memory, and she’s been tempted to ask him to draw her in the new Samurai X armor more than once.

Soon, she tells herself.

“What are you drawing?” she finally asks, curiosity getting the better of her.

Lloyd’s cheeks tinge pink, and he quickly plasters the notebook to his chest, hiding it entirely from view. “Nothing.”

Pixal waits, letting the silence fill with her judgement. “Lloyd, I have seen your drawings before.”

He doesn’t reply, and Pixal tries again. “It gets boring, being stuck with the car monitors for eyes.”

“I know you can hack other cameras,” Lloyd mutters, but he sighs, relenting as he turns the notebook over. Pixal’s eyes rake over the detailed sketch — it’s a comical little thing of her and Lloyd, jammed together on a tiny lifeboat in the middle of a darkening ocean. She can spot the smudges where he’s redrawn her head several times, and the numerous attempts he’s made at his own hair. Pixal studies Lloyd’s portrayal of himself, which is noticeably lacking in facial features. While Lloyd draws the others plenty, it’s a rare occasion that he draws himself, and she can’t help but be curious.

“I thought you were drawing the others again,” she admits.

“They’re on the ship,” Lloyd says, absently. “I’ll draw them when they remember to pull us back in.”

There’s nothing bitter in his tone to suggest it has any bearing on their actual lives, but the lost expressions Lloyd ends up giving their tiny caricatures feel familiar nonetheless.

“Zane has assured me they will be back as soon as they can,” Pixal speaks ups quietly.

Lloyd finally looks up fully, and flashes the monitor a smile. “I know,” he says. “So we better have this thing busted by the time they do, or they’ll never let us run a city on our own again.”

“If only we were truly running the city,” Pixal grumbles. “I could do a better job in two days than the current leaders could do in a year.”

“I’d vote for you,” Lloyd says, sincerely.

It’s a sweet gesture, but Pixal is unable to resist. “You don’t know how to vote.”

“Yes I do, it’s not hard!”

“Really? Then why are you not currently registered in the Ninjago voting system?”

Lloyd makes a strangled noise. “That’s a thing?”

She’s unable to keep the smugness from her voice. “I make my point.” Lloyd scowls, and scribbles a mustache on his drawing of her in revenge.

Pixal thinks it looks nice nonetheless.

************

She can’t really hold it against Lloyd for talking as much as he does, considering she does the same. It gets dull, sitting on patrol for hours on end, and there are only so many hours of light reading they can do before the silence begins to drive them both insane.

Pixal finds herself talking about more useless things with Lloyd than she has in her existence, pointless conversations in circles with each other. She also finds she doesn’t entirely mind. She’s become quite good at quipping back and forth with him, at least. It’s different than the kind of talk she has with Zane, lacking in the depth of feeling with the love they share. Her exchanges with Lloyd are lighter, though that’s not to say they’re less sincere.

For example, Zane hasn’t tried to teach her how to redesign a gi in poor lighting in the early hours of the morning because he’s bored out of his mind, that’s for sure.

“I’m teaching you how to sew,” Lloyd corrects, wincing as he accidentally stabs himself with the needle. “And I’m not redesigning the whole thing, I’m just adding some designs to spice it up.”

“I did not know you were allowed to wear colors other than green,” Pixal comments.

Lloyd pauses, squinting at the monitor. “You’re teasing me,” he finally says. “You’re making fun of how much green this gi has in it.”

“I would never,” Pixal replies, her tone flat and even. “The intricacies of your human humor evade me—”

“Human humor, nice—”

“—unlike the unusually bright shade of green you’ve chosen will fail to evade any eyes of your enemies.”

“I knew you were making fun of me!” Lloyd accuses, then flinches as he stabs his finger again trying to point at her. “And bright colors are our thing. Being subtle is, uh…not. Usually.”

Pixal is losing the battle to laugh at his expression by the minute. “I am shocked.”

Lloyd glares at the monitor, shifting his sewing to rest on his knees as he slouches in the car seat. “How’d you even get so good at sarcasm, anyways,” he mutters. “Zane still doesn’t get it half the time.”

“Perhaps it is part of my glowing personality,” Pixal says. Lloyd gives a huff of laughter, relenting.

“Fair enough,” he says, shifting in his seat again. “Fine, you win. The green is probably too bright, but that’s not the point. I’m gonna show you how to do a backstitch."

Pixal falls quiet, letting Lloyd gesture with the needle as he explains. There are a hundred, a thousand tutorials she could pull up online, digitized knowledge instantly learned on all the countless types of stitches she could use, sorted and categorized in neat columns of use and effectiveness. All of them more detailed, more easily understood than Lloyd’s absent rambling and unsteady hands as he struggles with the end of a knot.

Not one of them will care whether or not Pixal learns the odd way Zane likes to loop his stitches, or will quietly add which stitches knit skin back together quickest.

So Pixal ignores her programming, and does her best to follow Lloyd’s rambling instructions, watching as his scarred fingers tug another thread of dull gold through the green mess of fabric, the city quiet around them.

“You never did tell me where you learned how to sew,” Pixal says, as Lloyd starts up a new thread of black on the other side of the gi. “Was that something the others taught you in training?”

“They’d have to know how to be able to teach it,” Lloyd snickers. “And, uh, no. I taught myself to back at Darkley’s.”

“Oh,” Pixal falters. She’s heard about Darkley’s, both from Zane and the legal reports she’s read online. Neither gave a positive impression of the place. Her mind is suddenly filled with images of a younger Lloyd trying to give himself stitches, and her heart twists.

Lloyd starts, seemingly having picked up on her train of thought. “I mean, I did it for fun, mostly. I like sewing,” he explains. “It’s useful. You can pull things back together, and fix ‘em.”

Pixal is quiet, but she hopes Lloyd takes her silence as agreement with his motive. She likes to think he knows her well enough for that, by now.

************

Pixal finds, somewhere during their fourth month alone, that she’s glad the team elected to stick her and Lloyd together. Not because she doesn’t want to be with Zane — there’s never a moment she doesn’t miss him, and with every day that passes her resolve to keep her secret from him grows weaker, as the longing for actual connection grows stronger.

But there are conversations she can have with Lloyd that she can never have with Zane, and the dangerous thing about spending time with Lloyd, Pixal finds, is that they’re more similar than she’s realized.

“Sometimes I think I’m jealous,” Lloyd whispers to her one night. It’s one of the bad ones, the ones where their enemies struck too sudden to stop, and the mission ends in the hospital. “I think I’m jealous of Zane, and I hate myself for it.”

Pixal is quiet, trying to pick apart the tone of his voice in the words he’s just spoken, and factors in the victims they’ve just left behind at the hospital. She finds herself no closer to an answer.

“Is it the metal skin part?” she finally asks, though she knows that’s wrong. “The, what was it, technical immortality?”

“No,” Lloyd shakes his head. “I’m not afraid of dying,” he says emphatically, his fingers fluttering at over the steering wheel, tapping incessantly with unspent energy. “I don’t want to, but that’s — it’s not what I’m scared of. I’m more scared of how I go out.”

He swallows, and his fingers move to dance over the woven bracelet on his wrist instead, twisting at the tiny beads and tracing senseless designs in constant, steady movement. It’s a motion he does often, and it had puzzled Pixal at first. She’d decided to write it off as an odd tick, a way to spend excess energy.

Now, she recognizes the desperate kind of reassurance that movement gives. She understands too well the need to remind yourself that you can move — that your body will obey you and you alone.

Pixal thinks back to the other factors in tonight’s accident, of the way the drugged man’s eyes had cleared when they’d finally turned him over to the police, the way he’d sworn he’d never do such a thing in his right mind. She thinks of the way the first victim had thrown themselves over their companion.

That victim hadn’t made it to the hospital.

“Ah,” Pixal says, quietly.

She’s silent again, and she thinks back to when she’d met him, the very first time. She recalls the way her programming had rebelled against her in favor of the Overlord, corrupting her body and forcing it against her, twisting everything she was and wanted to be into something different.

She thinks back again, to the searing-hot anger, the terror, the despair as she was torn apart, piece by piece like a machine, burning out at the whims of another. Her end purposeless, her demise belonging to someone else, just like every other part of her.

She thinks of the last glimpse she’d caught of Zane, bright and beautiful as a supernova. Burning with the terrible brilliance of his own, determined choice. Terrible, because the death of something always is. Beautiful, because it was his own. Zane died, not a machine, not a weapon, not a tool of anyone or anything, but as himself. Zane died to save the ones he loves. Pixal could’ve died for spare parts.

Never again, she promises herself. If she goes out, she goes out on her own terms. This time, they choose the end of their own destiny themselves.

In hindsight, it’s the kind of promise they’re both too young to make, but neither of them have ever seen themselves as such, and promises like that are easy.

“Love can be terrible, sometimes,” Lloyd murmurs. Pixal watches him scrub at the blood on his uniform, and thinks how ironically well-timed it is that he finished the stitching on his new gi this morning. “Sometimes I forget how ugly it can be.”

************

The end of their nighttime stakeouts begins with a break-in at Mr. Borg’s tower. Lloyd argues that she should get to call it her father’s tower, if she wants, but the ninja aren’t the only ones Pixal’s hiding herself from.

And then Lloyd gets very tense at the thought of fathers very fast, and they never finish the conversation.

They stay at the edge of the bridge long after the parachute, emblazoned with the unmistakable visage of Lloyd’s father, disappears from sight. Pixal wonders if it’s burned into Lloyd’s eyes, like the way she’s read black spots linger in humans’ vision after they’ve looked at something too bright. The way Lloyd stares at the river, his shoulders tense and his teeth worrying at his lip, she thinks she might be right.

They’re waiting on the report from the commissioner —they’re waiting for anything, anyone who can offer them any explanation of what’s going on. Pixal’s reminded of how much she loathes this kind of waiting.

“It could be—” Lloyd begins, then breaks off, his voice wavering. He swallows, and Pixal can see the way his fists clench tightly from the cameras they’ve put in his car. There’s a fierce part of her that longs to reveal herself, to meet his eyes herself and offer some semblance of comfort. But there’s a time and place for things, and Pixal isn’t ready.

“It could be anything,” Lloyd finally continues, his voice small. “It could — it doesn’t mean anything. It could mean nothing, right?”

Pixal is silent, her mind racing. She’s run the calculations over and over in her head already, scouring the internet for anything related to the bikers. She’s been foolish, she realizes — they both have. Letting the gang go unnamed for so long, thinking nothing of it. Now, with the name flashing vibrant across Pixal’s vision, a part of her wants to let them go nameless just a bit longer.

Before she can answer, Lloyds phone goes off with a sharp ping, just as Pixal’s sensors alert her to the message from the commissioner. Lloyd snatches for his phone like it’s on fire, and Pixal’s already scanning the message frantically, as if she can salvage this if she’s fast enough, save Lloyd from this one pain.

Lloyd’s gotten much better at reading quickly though, these days.

She can pinpoint the moment he reaches the last paragraph, because his breath hitches. There’s a long, pressing pause of silence, Lloyd’s hands trembling as they clutch weakly at his phone. Then it’s punctured by a reedy, wheezing gasp, and Pixal’s suddenly wishing she’d revealed herself after all.

Instead, all she has is her voice as Lloyd crumples, crouching over in visible distress. Pixal’s mind races, recalling everything Zane’s ever told her about his team, the way their panic manifests in different shades. Lloyd’s is quiet but desperate, rapid breathes that stutter as his eyes slide more and more into a frightening kind of blankness.

“Lloyd, please, listen to my voice,” she begs, trying to reach him in the only way she can. “Please, you have to breathe—”

“He’s gone,” Lloyd rasps, unhearing of her words. “He’s s’posed to be gone, it’s supposed to be over, I’m supposed to be done—”

Pixal fights back the sense of overwhelming helplessness. She knows loss. She knows how to finish his sentence. He’s supposed to be done grieving, done mourning, done clinging to false scraps of hope that his father isn’t lost forever only to be met with heartbreak.

And now, to be met with the possibility of something so much worse.

“We’ll stop them,” she tells him, unflinching. “We won’t let it happen.”

Lloyd’s eyes are a vivid green where they stare at her through the monitor, almost ghostly in the misting light reflecting from the river.

He’s silent, but Pixal is, too.

Pixal remembers the way her head had spun when she’d first picked up the traces of Zane in the system, how the world had rushed then steadied, flooding with color as she’d realized he might not be lost after all. She remembers the surging, overwhelming flood of joy, that someone she’d thought she lost might live after all. She remembers being so happy, at even the smallest chance to get him back, because the voice was Zane’s, without a doubt.

She watches the color seep from Lloyd’s expression as his shoulders shudder, the words from the commissioner’s message almost echoing through the air. Watches the terror as the both of them fill the silence.

Will we?

The radio scratches, as if echoing Pixal’s anxiety. Love can be terrible, sometimes. She’s underestimated how it also be so cruel.

************

She’s also, apparently, underestimated how the universe on the whole could be so cruel.

She should’ve revealed herself to them from day one. That way, when Harumi’s corrupted programming suddenly ravages through her like an electric shock, she could be reassured they’d at least be familiar with the person they were fighting.

Instead, she doesn’t even get to scream. Pixal’s only able to force out a desperate, broken warning before she’s lost again, drowning in her own body as she’s forced under. Furious panic grips her as she screams without lungs, bashing herself against the overwhelming helplessness that’s taken over her.

Not again, not again, not again—

Her limbs creak and jolt against her will, lashing out at the people she cares most about, and Pixal can’t even rage back in her own voice. She’s sworn, she’s promised herself she’d never let anyone do this to her again — she’s sworn she’d die before she let someone reach into her head and snatch control away, and yet here she is, frozen as her body’s used to target her friends.

If she could cry, she might.

There’s not much more to say than that. She breaks free, her body her own once again, but by then it’s too late.

************

If Pixal had the same gift of foresight that Zane did, maybe she would have seen it coming. Maybe she’d have remembered how similar her and Lloyd are, and that this kind of pained desperation always yields impulsiveness and mistakes.

She doesn’t, though. She barely even manages to do what she’s trying to, which is convincing Lloyd to join the others while they celebrate their victory. Their off-key singing is something he normally wouldn’t hesitate to join in on, she thinks, and she hates Harumi a little more.

Maybe she’ll try his mother next. The expression on Lloyd’s face screams unapproachable, and remains fixedly sullen.

Almost to her surprise, he meets her eyes as she draws near— it’s odd, being able to meet his back — and his own eyes are dark, from despair over Harumi or despair over his father, Pixal isn’t sure. She’s thinking it might be both, when his eyebrows crease, and a flicker of concern cuts through them instead.

“You good?”

It takes her a moment to realize why he’s asking, but the answer is obvious. Her head tilts downward, and she watches as her fingers curl and uncurl. Her movements, her choices. She lets out an even breath.

“As I can be,” she replies. Lloyd nods, and his eyes are understanding. His lips twist in a scowl.

“She shouldn’t have done that to you. That was a low blow.”

Pixal’s mouth curves into a humorless smile. “That it was. She’s rather good at those, isn’t she.”

Lloyd’s eyes shadow again, and he looks away, crossing his arms. “This isn’t supposed to be about me,” he mutters.

“Yes, it is,” Pixal counters. “It is why I came over here, in the first place. She hurt—”

“All of us, and who’s fault is that,” Lloyd snaps, his arms crossing tighter.

“I would hope you know it’s hers,” she says, holding firm.

Lloyd looks away again, biting his lip, and Pixal shifts anxiously, rolling her wrists. The sensation of control sliding away still haunts her, worse than it had the first time. She should be better than this, she tells herself hotly. She’s lived without a body long enough that losing it so briefly shouldn’t effect her this much.

Curse her programming, she thinks, tapping agitatedly at the banister. She knew she should have reinforce it sooner.

“Hey, um.” Lloyd is looking at her again, hesitant. He twists at his bracelet, and his eyes lose a fraction of that darkness. “Kai made this for me, after Morro,” he says. “I kept shredding the sleeves of my uniform, so he told me to mess with this instead, when I needed to remember that…that I was in control.”

He shrugs, hesitant. “We could make you one too, if you wanted. It helps, having something.”

Pixal lets out a steady breath, despite not actually needing to. The action is grounding, she’s found. “I would like that.”

Lloyd gives her a ghost of a smile in return. “Soon as this is over, then.”

There’s a heavy weight to his words, and Pixal’s eyes narrow.

“Lloyd,” she says. He looks at her, his eyes dark. “Don’t do anything foolish.”

He’s quiet, not meeting her eyes, and this is where Pixal should stop him. This is when she should see the end of the road they’ve been on since they started this, and force him to turn before it’s too late.

“I know what I’m doing.”

She doesn’t.

************

Lloyd is battered and bleeding by the time they drag him onto the ship, a gruesome portrait of cruelty. Pixal is frozen as she watches him writhe in Kai’s hold, his screams cracked and wet as he thrashes erratically like a broken thing.

Nya is already barking orders before they’ve even gotten Lloyd fully on the ship, and Zane is running scans with a horrified, wavering focus. Pixal follows Cole as he carries Lloyd to the medbay with a blank numbness, the rush of wind streaming past the Bounty sails thunderously loud in her ears.

This isn’t Lloyd, she thinks, staring at his crumpled form. Lloyd isn’t this battered, broken shell of a person. Lloyd isn’t hazy eyes that fail to recognize them and frantic murmuring through bloody lips. Lloyd is bright-eyed and gentle and would rather die before he screams the way he does when Cole moves him to the table.

Lloyd is her friend, and this is where that promise they made has led them. She knows why Lloyd set out for the prison, hot on the collapse of his own star. She also knows he wouldn’t have chosen to burn out like this.

Cole calls out for Zane, his voice ringing in panic as Lloyd screeches in pain again. Pixal thinks of quiet words in the safety of his car, and she feels sick. This is the ugliness of love, the terrible, hideous side of it.

And Lloyd would hate it, if he could see himself, if he were any semblance of lucid. He’d hate to know just how much better he was at breaking himself than Morro ever was.

Zane is gentle as he pushes past her, but Pixal can feel the tremble in his hands. He’s every bit as rattled as she is, if not more so — Zane’s heart is larger and softer than hers has ever been, and he cares about each and every one of them with a painful intensity. It’s a cruel thing, to have to pull those same people back together with your own hands.

Kai’s eyes are streaming as he clutches at Lloyd’s wrists, pinning him in place. Zane’s hands waver again over one of the jagged wounds near Lloyd’s ribcage, the green of his uniform already dyed dark in blood, soaking over the careful stitches Pixal watched him put in himself.

Pixal finally finds her footing, reminding herself of the solid wood beneath her feet. She recalls the steady, smooth stitch Lloyd’s scarred fingers traced out for her.

“Here.” She takes the needle from Zane’s hands, squeezing his briefly before letting go. “I can do it.”

She sets the needle against Lloyd’s skin and wonders what kind of stitch it’d take to pull your heart back together.

************

Pixal cannot cry. It’s one of the features Mr. Borg spent hours debating, weighing the pros and cons of giving her the ability before he was truly sure how rust-proof she was. He’d never gotten the chance to, as the Overlord had interrupted him, then Pixal had lost any body to give the ability to cry to, which had eliminated the need entirely.

She cannot cry, but she can hurt, and the rain that streams through her hair, dripping down her forehead spotting raindrops on her cheeks, could be tears if she pretended.

She doesn’t, though, because tears are a waste of water and overall useless in the grand scheme of things. She doubts they’d have helped her fare any better in the battle with Colossi, either.

Tears won’t bring anyone back.

Lloyd cries anyways. She can’t see him, but she can hear it in his voice, the way it wavers and breaks over the radio, nasally tones pronounced.

He’s barely able to gasp a few coordinates to her before he cuts the radio off abruptly. Pixal’s spent enough time with him to envision his scarred fingers snapping it off with a particular desperation, green sparking from his hands in distress.

She reminds herself those sparks are gone, now, bled away into nothing like the vivid green of Lloyd’s eyes had. The thought makes her sadder than she’d expected. She had a joke, about his eyes, she had wanted to make. Now that she has a body, and her own set of glowing green eyes, she’d — there was something he would’ve laughed at, she thought —

It doesn’t matter, now. Neither of them are likely to laugh anytime soon.

The coordinates blink brightly in her vision, and she’s almost surprised she managed to key them in. She’s running on autopilot, she supposes. It could be ironic — she’s been so desperate for control, it’s been so important that she’s the one feeling. Now, she’d give anything not to feel at all.

She lets out a shaky breath, dispelling the mist in her vision left from the rain. She leans forward, just over the edge of the building she’s crouched on, and her loose hair falls forward, silvery and synthetic and horribly tangled. Irritated, she reaches for another hair tie, and her hands falter around her wrist.

Lloyd had promised her a bracelet there. But he’d promised Kai would make the bracelet, hadn’t he, and Kai couldn’t make the bracelet if he was dead, could he.

Pixal blinks, her breath hitching. She’s been so numb to the pain of Zane’s loss, it hasn’t yet occurred to her that she’s losing Kai, too. And Jay, and Cole, and—

She sucks in the same shuddery kind of breath she’s seen Lloyd do, and carefully fists her hand in the area of her uniform above her chest. Her fingers dig in tightly, clutching in a hopeless attempt to feel some sort of comfort she knows she’ll never find.

But perhaps, for these few seconds, she can pretend the action is holding her together.

************

“It was inevitable,” Pixal tells Lloyd blankly, as he rasps out his third apology in the dark cover of their small hideout. “That one of us would fall, eventually. It had nothing to do with you.”

Lloyd swallows thickly. “It could’ve — it should’ve been—”

He doesn’t finish, but he doesn’t need to. Pixal’s hand shoots out, clamping tightly around his wrist, and there’s a beat of gratitude that she doesn’t need to rely on her voice alone anymore.

“Don’t.” Her voice is strung tighter than the tension in their shoulders. “You cannot change anything. You can’t, Lloyd, and you should not wish to — to change it that way.”

Lloyd jerks his hand free, wiping miserably at his eyes. He sets it back down within her reach, though, and if Pixal were any different, she’d take it.

But Pixal isn’t that different from Lloyd at all in the end, and neither of them reach for the other’s hand, no matter how desperately they crave the contact. Fear is more familiar, and it’s easier to give into it than it is the clawing need for comfort in your chest, after all.

“Still,” Lloyd finally whispers. “Still.”

Pixal swallows. She doesn’t disagree. If one of them had to fall, she knows she gladly would have taken it upon herself. She knows the others care for her, certainly, but she also knows her place in the grand scheme of things. They were six before she came along, and even now she’s kept far too many secrets to be fully counted among them.

She listens to Lloyd’s quiet, cracked voice, and she wonders if he’s thinking that they were five before he came along, younger than Pixal got to know him as.

Now they’re three, hollow and heartbroken. Though counting herself as one whole feels like cheating, right now.

Pixal squeezes her eyes shut, and wonders what it’s like to cry. Perhaps it helps, though Lloyd doesn’t look any less miserable.

************

“I was thinking,” Lloyd tells her, during one of the precious few quiet moments they have while trying to overthrow Garmadon and Harumi. Pixal’s turning the tiny tea flower he’d given her over in her hands, a part of her mind already marking articles about flower-pressing, another part wondering if it’s already too late to save the blossom. “About that promise we made, before all this.”

Pixal finally tucks the flower into the pocket of her uniform, pressed close to her chest. If anything, it can be a reminder of the lives that are safe — the life that’s coming back to her, if she has to drag him back from another realm herself. “And?”

Lloyd’s hands twist together. “Maybe we should focus more on staying alive.”

Pixal coughs out a laugh, breathless and startled. Lloyd wrinkles his nose at her, but his eyes are amused, even with their light lost. “I mean, the emphasis would be on keeping everyone else alive, but it’s kinda hard to do that if we’re dead, so…yeah. Priorities.”

“Staying alive should always be a priority,” Pixal corrects him, but she tugs the edge of his armor out of place with a smile.

“Why didn’t you teach me how to graffiti?” she nods at the designs on the green leather. “Or was this another Darkley’s tradition.”

“This is a refined art, called whatever I had on me that showed up on dark green,” Lloyd grumbles, fixing his armor. “I’ll teach it to you when we get out of this.”

“Another reason why staying alive would be a more productive focus,” Pixal points out. “I’ve heard teaching is easier when you’re alive.”

“And I’ve heard you’re a real riot,” Lloyd mutters. “It’s a promise, okay? I promise to teach you how to do cool armor design if you promise not to disappear into another realm on me.”

Pixal nods, adjusting her own armor tighter as screams ring out from a street nearby. “A promise, then.”

She keeps both the promise and the flower, the tiny blossom dried and faded by the time she’s escaped from the prison, heart racing with leftover adrenaline as Zane sweeps her into his arms. She clutches back every bit as tight, listening to his breathless laughter as cheers rise from the streets behind them, the smoke drifting across the early morning sky above them pale against the lightening blue. Pixal buries her face in his shoulder and breathes, tucking the moment away in her heart where it won’t fade. There’s a future stretching out before her, and she’s got the limbs to walk her path on her own, but all she wants right now is the steady ground beneath her feet and the bright laughter of what she’s managed to keep.

Lloyd meets them shortly after, his own promise kept as he tears his gaze from his father, handing him off to the authorities before sprinting for the others. Pixal barely snags a moment alone with him, and even then no one’s particularly keen on letting him out of their sights.

He meets her eyes as they pick their way through the wrecked streets, the city more alive around them than it’s been in weeks. In the dark of the early morning, Pixal’s eyes glow a bright green, reflecting oddly in the windows they pass. It’s always been her preferred color, in contrast to Zane’s bright blue. Lloyd glances at her, his own eerily green eyes glowing back. He bites his lip, but it’s to hold back real laughter this time.

“My eyes were green first,” she tells him.

“Sue me,” he shoots back, before Kai’s throwing an arm over his shoulders again, tucking Lloyd neatly in between him and Nya. Pixal smothers a laugh at the look on his face, and tightens her own arm further where it’s linked firmly in Zane’s.

It’s going to be an easy promise to keep, she thinks.

#lego ninjago #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #pixal #there was a point to this but it got lost in pix and lloyd do arts and crafts #either way i'd die for both these characters #ninjago where is the pixal love i miss her #my fic

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breakyeol · 5 years ago

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mutually beneficial

One Shot

┗ pairing: best friend!baekhyun x reader

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, porn, masturbation, fingering, hand job, very light choking

a/n; this was not meant to be as long than it actually turned out to be

“Hey.”

You raised your eyes from the textbook laid out in front of you, blinking at your best friend, who was sprawled out comfortably beside you on your bed. “Hey?”

“Can I ask you something?” He asked, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. You raised a brow, shrugging lazily as you looked back towards the text.

“Shoot.”

A beat passed. “Do you watch porn?”

You had to pause for a moment. That… was not what you were expecting. You let out a strained chuckle, gaze flicking away from him briefly. “I mean… sometimes, yeah. Doesn’t everybody?”

“What kind?”

Well, that depended on your mood. Could be male solos, female solos, amateur, professional, you weren’t too picky (except when it came to those cheesy ass plots, cringe) — But you weren’t about to tell him that.

“What do you mean what kind? Why are you asking me that?” You laughed, shoving his arm gently in an attempt to alleviate the sudden awkwardness you were feeling. Sure, Baekhyun was random and said dumb things pretty much every time he opened his mouth, but shit— sex was rarely a topic of conversation between the two of you, let alone porn.

A mischievous grin curled at the corners of his lips, and he shifted towards you, head lowering as he whispered, “wanna watch some?”

You stared at him for a moment, expression blank as you tried to process what had just come out of his mouth. You must’ve misheard him… you must have.

“Huh?”

But it seems your ears hadn’t been playing tricks on you, as he shamelessly declared, “Let’s watch porn.”

“Right now?” You asked, stumbling over your words from the shock.

“Right now.” He confirmed, nodding his head resolutely as excitement glinted in his dark eyes.

“Together?” You pressed, voice jumping up an octave.

“Together.”

You swallowed, blinking hard as you slowly closed your textbook. “Why?”

“I’m curious,” he admitted, teeth nipping at the corner of his lip as his shoulders lifted in a subtle shrug. You found yourself suddenly curious as to what his reasoning could possibly be. It was completely out of the blue. But… you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued.

“About?”

A flash of something unrecognizable crossed his features, but it was gone before you could try and decipher it properly. Instead, he offered you a boyish smirk, brows wiggling suggestively, “don’t you think it’d be fun?”

“I think your definition of fun is very different from mine.”

“Oh come on~” he whined, scrambling into a sitting position as a pleading pout painted itself across his face, hands shooting out to tug at the sleeve of your sweatshirt, “your parents aren’t home, right? It’s not like we have anything better to do.”

That was the most bullshit excuse you’d ever heard. But, it seemed Baekhyun really, really, really wanted to watch porn with you. Why? You don’t really know. However, you were always a sucker for those pleading puppy dog eyes, even when they got you into trouble. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? He pops a boner? Not like you hadn’t seen that happen before.

With a heavy sigh, you relented. “Fine. We can watch your stupid porn. But nothing weird, okay?”

An excited grin split his lips, and he performed a little victory wiggle, “deal!”

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t the best decision on your part to agree to one of Baekhyun’s outlandish requests.

The sound of soft moans and low groans filled your bedroom, the high quality sound pulsing from your speakers and surrounding you and your best friend. You were biting at the inside of your cheek nervously, eyes flickering noncommittally from the screen to your bedsheets and back again.

Through the corner of your eye, you braved a glance in Baekhyun’s direction.

His attention was fixed on the screen, his tongue peering out shyly from between his teeth, trapped tightly between. His eyelids looked heavier than usual, dark eyelashes kissing the tops of his cheeks with every careful blink. Your eyes traveled down from his face, across his locked jaw, dripping just low enough to catch the rising and falling of his Adam’s Apple as he swallowed thickly. Lower still, your gaze followed along the length of his arm until you found his hands, curled so tightly into the thick duvet that his knuckles had paled.

You couldn’t help the way your lips twirled upwards, amusement sparking to life inside of you. He must’ve felt your stare, because his flicked over to meet it.

He offered a shaky smile. “What?”

“Nothing.” You couldn’t stifle the giggle that escaped you as you shook your head, looking away.

“Y/n, what~” he whined loudly, batting a hand against your leg. You laughed loudly, catching a glimpse of the faint bulge in his sweatpants before he rushed to cover it again, face flushing a dark shade of pink. “Shut up.” He grumbled sourly.

“You can…” your words tapered off as your brows lifted suggestively, “if you want to.”

You grinned in wild amusement as his eyes widened in shock, blinking at you in disbelief. “I can— h–huh?” His stunned expression morphed into annoyance as he caught the teasing glint in your gaze. “Don’t make fun of me. You think I won’t? I will.”

You laughed again, crossing your arms over your chest challenging. “Oh, will you?”

“Yes,” He stuck his chin out stubbornly, “yes, I will.”

“Go ahead then. No ones stopping you,” you taunted, not believing he’d actually have the balls to whip it out in front of you. The man was all bark and no bite.

He huffed out a sharp breath through his nose, glaring at you determinedly.

“Fine.”

Okay. You admit it. You hadn’t actually expected him to pull out his junk. So, it’s understandable that you were a bit caught off guard when he lifted his hips off the mattress and shoved his sweats down just far enough off his hips to allow his dick to spring free.

You were quick to divert your attention, but the damage had already been done. You’d seen it. In all of its erect glory. You swallowed, blinking rapidly, as if that would somehow clear the illicit image from your mind.

“Oh? Why are you acting shy?” You scowled at the taunting pitch in his voice, bringing your eyes back up to his. You regretted it almost immediately upon seeing the bold smirk now drawn across his face, one eyebrow cocked into a daring arch. “Aren’t you the one that said it was alright? What, are you embarrassed about seeing my dick?”

“No.” But you couldn’t help the sudden rush of heat to your face when you caught his fingers stroking slowly up his length from your peripheral. Nor the faint throb of your core as he let out a quiet, airy moan.

“You sure about that?”

No.

You bit the inside of your cheek, swinging your gaze back towards the tv hanging in the middle of the opposite wall. It was just slightly unnerving that seeing Baekhyun teasing his dick had more of an affect on you than watching a woman getting practically bent in half and fucked into oblivion.

You tried to keep your eyes on the screen, you really did. But you couldn’t help the way that your gaze flicked in his direction every so often. You sunk your teeth into your lip, breath faltering ever so slightly as you watched him touch himself from the corner of your eye.

Something about the way he looked made your stomach twist: his brows furrowed deeply, eyes hooded, cheeks flushed a faded shade of pink, teeth biting roughly at his lip. You felt yourself clench around nothing, an unfamiliar desire beginning to burn in your gut.

“Can I touch you?” The question was out before you could process that your lips were even moving. He looked over at you, but you refused to meet his gaze, already feeling an embarrassed warmth engulf your face.

“Sure.”

Your eyebrows shot up. Sure? He’d just said sure, hadn’t he? You didn’t mishear him, right? You definitely hadn’t. Not with the way he was looking at you, with those hungry eyes, burning with want. Your stomach twisted under the heat of it. Geez… if he kept looking at you like that…

Deciding not to question it, you reached forward. He drew his hand away from his dick, and yours replaced it. He let out a long, breathless moan the moment he felt your skin against his, eyes fluttering as his head tilted back. He was hot against your palm, and you could feel him pulsing ever so slightly.

“Fuck… do something… please,” his strained voice broke you free of your momentary trance. Your tongue swung over your lower lip, and you allowed your hand to slowly start pumping his length. He groaned softly, and you almost jumped as he suddenly gripped at your thigh, fingers pressing into your legging clad leg.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, voice quiet and laced with curiosity, wavering ever so slightly. He nodded, breathing in short, heavy huffs. You noticed his shirt had ridden up slightly, displaying his tensed, toned stomach.

You wanted to touch him more. Touch him everywhere, feel every ridge, explore every curve, memorize every last fucking inch of him. But you tamed that internal wildfire and satisfied the sudden hunger by picking up the pace of your strokes. He jolted, a pitchy moan breaking from his lips as his hips thrusted upwards.

“Oh god,” he panted, and you felt the hand on your thigh drift higher. His head rolled, and suddenly he was looking at you again with those eyes, taunting you with those lips, daring you without even trying. And then he was speaking, voice hoarse and airy and dangerously hot, “Can I touch you? I really want to touch you. Please let me touch you.”

How could you possibly say no?

“Okay,” you breathed. He didn’t waste a second before his hand was slipping inside of the tight confines of your leggings, curious fingers caressing over the thin fabric of your underwear. You shuddered, gasping softly.

“Fuck. You’re wet.”

And who’s fault was that?

You let out a trembling moan as he teased your clit with unsatisfactory taps, sending literal shocks of ethereal pleasure shooting through you. It was almost the exact equivalent of touching a doorknob and getting static shock. And it quickly resulted in your frustration. You wanted more. Hell, you wanted him balls deep— but that would have to wait.

“Stop teasing me, Baek,” you gave a warning squeeze. He moaned, and then giggled, looking over at you with those same mischievous, playful eyes that you grew to both dread and adore.

“How do you want me to touch you?” He asked, voice soft and teasing as he feathered his fingertips over your heat. “Where do you want my fingers? Tell me. I wanna hear you say it.”

This little shit—

“Jesus just fucking touch me, Baekhyun.” You snapped, though the words escaped you slightly less stable than you had hoped.

“I didn’t hear a please~” he sang, trailing his fingers lightly over your core. Chills rolled down your spine, your hips instinctively twitching upwards. His teeth latched onto his bottom lip, hooded eyes swirling with desire as he watched you react to his teasing. “Come on, y/n… you know I wanna make you feel good. Just tell me how you want it and I’ll give it to you.”

Your grip on him tightened, and he moaned throatily, taking you off guard as he pressed his thumb down on your clit, circling it for a moment before returning to idle caresses. But you needed more. That little taste of pleasure was enough to have you burning from the inside out.

“Fuck… fuck, please, Baek,” you uttered breathlessly, pace of your strokes picking up to such a speed that he was gasping and groaning beside you, goosebumps rising across his arms as your voice lowered, “please touch me.”

“Shit.” He let out a strained chuckle, not wasting a second before he was pushing his fingers inside of your underwear and sliding them through your wet lips. You moaned as he explored near your entrance with careful touches, gentle yet curious.

But, you didn’t need him to be gentle. What you needed was some real friction— what you needed was for him to be inside, fucking you with those beautiful fingers like he meant it.

“Baek,” his name escaped your lips in a soft plea, “please.”

That seemed to be all the persuasion he needed to be pressing his slim middle finger inside of you. A hum of satisfaction vibrated in your throat, your eyes fluttering shut as you savored the feeling of his long digit pumping into you, slowly, deeply.

“Y/n,” a whine broke you out of your short lived trance and you looked over at Baekhyun through hooded eyes, but it wasn’t until you felt his hips thrusting up against the underside of you closed fist that you realized your motions had ceased, “keep going. Please.”

God, he sounded so breathless, voice singed with desperation. Were you doing that? Were you making him like that?

The idea of it gave you a sudden power rush, a smirk curling onto your face. You twisted your wrist, circling your thumb around his swollen tip that was leaking precum. “You’re pretty cute when you beg, Baek.” You mused, squeezing the base of his dick gently, reveling in the way he moaned for you, voice breaking with a pitchy whine as he breathed out your name.

“Don’t tease me,” his resolve was weak, shaking with a low whimper.

“I’m serious,” you chuckled, though you gasped in surprise as he suddenly stretched you out with a second finger, thrusting in even deeper than before, “god, Baek, your fingers—” you cut yourself off with a sharp moan when his thumb sudden pressed against your sensitive clit, sending an unexpected shock of pleasure shooting through your core.

Suddenly, the mattress dipped, and all at once he was on top of you. Your eyes widened at the sight of his face hovering directly above yours. “Can I kiss you? I think I’m gonna come soon, but I have a little bit of an oral fixation so it feels better when I have something to do with my mouth.” He explained quickly, a hint of embarrassment glimmering in his fluttering eyes. His breath that smelled of strawberry flavored gum causing a heat to rise in your cheeks, deluding your senses.

Beyond your control, you found yourself staring, utterly transfixed, by his perfectly pouted, slightly swollen, cotton candy pink lips and craving the feeling of them pressing against yours. So, without thoroughly considering the consequences, you found yourself saying, “okay.”

His kiss was rougher than you expected it to be, desperate and hungry, teeth biting, tongue lashing. You couldn’t say you minded it though. Not to mention the way he was grinding himself down on your thigh as you resorted to working mainly the upper part of his dick. The added pressure of his knee between your legs also forced his fingers to press deeper inside of you, easily finding that perfect little spot that made your head spin.

“Fuck,” you growled against his lips, sinking your teeth into his lower one and tugging. He groaned roughly, the kiss quickly growing feverish as his hips stuttered. Then all at once he pulled away, and you were left hopelessly craving the warmth of his ravenous lips.

“Can you…” his voice tapered off as his hand reached for your free one, wrapping around your wrist and gently guiding it upward, until your fingers were caressing the smooth expanse of his throat. Your eyebrows shot up at what he was suggesting, a light chuckle of disbelief escaping you.

“You’re into that?” You asked airily, but he was too lost in his desperation to come to react to the teasing pitch lingering in your words, only nodding in confirmation as his bated breath rushed over your damp, swollen lips in short huffs. “Kinky.”

Without hesitation, you were wrapping your fingers around his throat, tightening them just enough to create some strain. And that seemed to be all it took to have his orgasm crashing down over him.

“Oh fuck.” He let out a strangled moan, eyes rolling in ecstasy as his lips gaped and trembled, his hips snapping up roughly into your palm. You felt the warm, stickiness of his release trickling over the back of your hand and over your fingers, a few stray drops falling onto your exposed stomach.

His fingers stilled inside of you, but you were patient enough to not complain and simply wait it out as his high overwhelmed his mind and body. With one final weak thrust and a choked mewl, he collapsed on top of you, head falling into nap of your neck, heavy pants wracking his chest.

“You’re also pretty cute when you come, too,” you snickered, lips feathering against his ear.

It seemed that the sound of your voice served as a reminder that he had unfinished business to attend to, because all at once he was drilling his digits into you at a pace that had moans pulsing from your lips.

“You were so good to me, y/n.” He all but purred against your skin, lips pressing kisses from your neck to your shoulder. You shuddered in delight as he ground his digits into you, drawing out low, gravelly moans from the depth of your throat.

“Baek,” you whimpered, the need for release suddenly swelling inside of you.

“Now,” he continued, smirking as you keened when he suddenly crooked his finger, successfully massaging that perfectly little spot inside of you while his thumb once again took to teasing your clit, “let me be good to you.”

So… maybe-- just maybe, watching porn with your best friend wasn’t the worst idea of your life.

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sugar-petals · 4 years ago

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Bts voice analysis anon here! I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to respond ❤ it made complete sense why yoongi is the deepest I kinda feel bad for him everytime he wants to sounds cheerful or speak in a way so people can hear him he strains his voice

lot to talk about, i’d like to expand on this. especially what his voice being the deepest means for bts’ songs. plus, where his undiscovered vocal talents are, and in what manner his voice will not strain.

that he’s very introverted contributes to what you say, but yoongi is certainly the odd one out voice-wise, such low baritones hardly sound upbeat. similar to how taehyung being the odd one out in the vocal line whose head voices are literal superpowers. i really respect him for singing with jin and jimin who can climb one octave higher than him, up to C#5! and with jk who has the best technique and breaks into the 6th octave if he goes on like that.

it’s very much like yoongi who probably has to mix their tracks back and forth to fit his parts with hobi (who is a tenor as a rapper! — very uncommon) and namjoon who raps in several modes. very low, very high, very impactfully. he’s the most full-bodied baritone in the group even if he’s only the third-deepest. the tone is just so rich. both hoseok and RM are extreme vocal chameleons on top of that. in speaking and in their music you can hear the difference to yoongi all the time. they don’t suddenly drop in pitch and they’re vocal acrobats.

hobi in particular, this guy can do anything. the sheer agility my god, he connects his registers. he can go up and down, impersonate and do a million effects, adlibs, you know the drill. it’s him who actually owns the “cheerful/loud and clear” brand you mention. which is good if not fantastic for yoongi’s production endeavours, the group mood, and how bts cannot be ignored — but tough for yoongi’s voice and comparison thinking, and when he tries to make a point in interviews. maybe it’s not bad that bts have to slow down sometimes to let yoongi speak, but his tone is drowned out (not intentionally of course) in other occasions and he wakes up hoarse often as we saw. which might sound hot, but it’s not good for him as you say.

to be clear. i wouldn’t chalk down his more monotonous and silent tone as a weakness, it’s just outside of bts’ other vocal variety. he makes up for it with speed and good lungs anyway. we just have to listen more closely to him in talks/episodes/conferences but i think he shouldn’t worry about it either or try to sound more enthusiastic, the fans love his soothing speech for its pure sake. he does change it regardless to be more poignant and blend in. it has pros and cons but it wears him out.

yoongi’s voice is under that strain not just in conversation but also in the studio if he wants to bring connection to the rap line parts instead of having 3 songs in 1. which usually ends up happening anyway. that’s also why the cyphers (!) switch genres mid-song so often: their voices are all strong in different registers! yoongi the lowest, joon midrange, and hoseok up high.

that’s why cypher pt2 is a HUGE stunt and production masterpiece: hoseok’s part is tuned differently, then other instrumentals start with namjoon. and you can literally hear, okay alright a deep voice is coming! from there it just gets deeper and deeper until yoongi is just rapping over a bass guitar (every baritone’s best friend lmao!). god, please give yoongi a big bassline for his every part. “ugh” is the exact opposite: yoongi has to start too high and namjoon also has problems with the key, only hoseok can fully take off after 1:50 with perfect vocal stability. guess which song is autotuned: it’s not cypher pt2! a 3 in 1 song fuels the rapline in a way where they are most comfortable. it’s crazy how far apart they are among each other vocally and it has to be considered.

it’s a dilemma but also why bts’ rap line can tackle any song with at least one member suiting it. they complement each other, every register (except the rare whistle register, aka what mariah/ariana do) is covered. i think that contributed to bts’ fame, it’s so important. however usually, the song caters to hoseok since tenors are preferred in kpop music, or it caters to RM as he’s the central songwriting entity even if mind you, he always thinks about all the members and works closely with yoongi.

but even with joon’s support, it doesn’t work if yoongi is caught in his wish to be a tenor. we’ve seen how much the guy talks about wanting his range to become wider and how he even tried singing quite high for his standards on d-2. he goes as far as collabing only with sopranos to help him achieve that pitch. yoongi is invested to pretty much change his entire vocal type 🙁because the environment simps for high notes so bad (which is fair, falsetto is related to releasing certain happy hormones and highlights parts in songs, but still).

... he actually can’t, unless he wants to damage his throat. that’s the last thing we want. a listener can get the serotonin from a very deep voice equally if they got good taste.

thing is. you cannot morph yourself into a different vocal type and shift your range to the opposite of your comfort zone unless you’re whitney houston. even one in a million tenors like baekhyun can’t make themselves a baritone. his lowest notes are less clear no matter how hard he practices, even if his chest voice is almost operatic and his technique excels. meanwhile, chanyeol (who’s a lyric baritone and exo’s deepest voice) effortlessly hits them without (!!) that kind of decade-long training. have baekhyun or jimin been called bad singers for not being able to cover the other end of the spectrum? nope. so: why would yoongi be a bad vocalist who needs autotune. with lessons, oh man, he could do a lot and many things he dreams of. he has a very unique timbre and enough musical knowledge to do so.

so, we see the magic of your natural supported range. it’s simply given to you. imagine that: if you know you’re not a tenor, you could sort of outsing jungkook — obviously not by technique, but projection— as long as the song is tailored to you and the notes are low enough. yep, jk’s lower register is not extremely forward. each note is perfectly sung because he’s jk, but his power vocals are settled much higher. joon/tae/yoongi would sound much fuller with huge oomph in those lines. that’s where yoongi would be much more clear-sounding to us. a lot of baritone rappers in kpop would be damn good singers.

that’s why it’s good how a lot of rappers produce solos on their own so they can try it out.

you just have to respect that your range usually (not always) goes in one direction. once yoongi rightfully decides to abandon his high note fantasy and goes lower just for fun, we are not safe anymore lmao! exception for range: female singers have an advantage there. trained mezzo-sopranos have great access to the head voice and lower registers since they’re in the perfect middle of the scale. but the guys, forget it, even the baritenors. yoongi’s fullest voice will always be coming from a chesty depth and we love him for it. guy just needs to realize.

that’s why his real challenge is rather somehow tweaking the rap parts so his voice finds good resonance like in “혼술” or even “ddaeng”. where his voice is strong, relaxed, and full and flowing. ddaeng — “boy with luv”, too— is ironically in a very high pitch and again caters to hobi’s tone the most, but: yoongi just scales down to his own octave and it still fits, so — great key choice and musicality! and adaptation. it’s not easy to do. you can tell he plays piano.

he either becomes less easy on the ear or has to autotune himself entirely if he works against his voice. or: goes on a track way outside his supported range (dynamite, WOW). it’s a shame. “daechwita” and “agust d” are such a case: both go into the head voice where your resonance should show the most aka the chorus. there are aggressive belts/snarls/shouts that make more sense for higher, trained voices. yoongi is most famous for raps that are literally designed to fuck up his vocal cords 😷that he’s so skilled as a rapper prevents him from that to a degree, but it’s still not healthy. he adapts a lot to bts’ overall delivery but he doesn’t have to, in fact: he could go in the other direction and it would work even better.

the reason for the title track issue: they are the most energetic. in k-pop, energetic means amping up the pitch. and that’s probably a logical choice and a natural human association. if you make a baritone kpop track with a lot of energy, it probably becomes pretty creepy, uneasy, film noir. but i think that’s exactly yoongi’s thing: to unsettle and critique and rage. i think it could work out. lil nas x is a baritone pulling it off. he achieves energetic title tracks, he honors his vocal type well imo. his live singing is cool af, i need this so hard in the rap landscape. so, it’s not impossible to do.

the trick is probably setting everything to minor key. surprise... yoongi’s challenging title tracks are all in major key. boy with luv: minor key, interesting. the former are extremely difficult for him to do so hats off. “shadow” is more suitable for his baritone as is “burn it”. it needs a very heavy, dark track. which is why it’s good that yoongi has that kind of public image. a baritone’s best genre is not super light and whimsical. that’s why all of our baritone faves are not main vocalists but main rappers. kai, taehyung, jaehyun: low voices in vocal lines are soldiers.

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now a note on yoongi’s best method of singing since it reflects his voice type and brings out the fullness of it. as in, how does it crack and strain less? guess why “사람” is yoongi’s favorite d-2 song to sing. it’s ALL his comfortable range and the singing — very beautifully done — is in mixed register (= head + chest)! which imo might be his secret weapon. it allows him to do what he longs to do successfuly without going extremely high. bingo.

because: even with baritones, the golden middle is still important. they’re not as deep as a bass, after all. that’s why their voices are so honey-laced in the mixed range and it sounds amazing. heaven, their timbre sounds so seductive. so, it’s wonderful when they find their middle and dare to sing.

i wish yoongi gets/makes more tracks aimed at just that. in “outro tear” he has to go both too low and too high so it takes a lot of production effort to patch it together. the rapline is doing god’s work to make all their voices sound cohesive without being trained singers. it’s always a trade-off and risk, an immense balance act. “paldogangsan” is hard on yoongi’s voice but works as a whole plus it caters to namjoon to carry the song’s message. the cyphers are chopped up and not chart-friendly but each member is in their comfort zone.

PS: i said bts’ rap line covers all registers except one. i think that jin is the one to complete bts’ entire spectrum coming from the vocal line. i’m no whistle note expert but dionysus went pretty high up there, i think he might be able to do it. it’s very impressive, even jungkook and jimin probably don’t have access to that register. so, another point for bts being a very ‘complete’ group.

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sombreboy · 5 years ago

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Locked up, chained down〉yandere!pjm

〉18+ 〉xtremity; 5 〉pairing: pjm x female reader 〉genre:smut 〉word count: 2.7k 〉warnings: pwp smut, choking, y/n is tied up, spanking, oral/fingering, unprotected sex, Jimin has a kink for calling y/n angel & her wearing thigh high socks, obsessive/possessive behavior.

Request by anon:Could you write a yandere Jimin x female reader for me? Where Jimin is really possessive and wants to lock the reader up inside a room and do whatever he pleases with her.

''Shit, you look so good like this, angel.''

He admired his work, gazing down at your naked, tied up figure. Your hands were tied above your head with a thick rope, just long enough for you to be able to move around in different positions, but nowhere long enough for you to get out of the large bed.

Your legs were loose, but he'd dressed your pretty little legs in thin, see through thigh high socks in a seductive black colour. Nothing else. It was a divine sight to him, and he felt his cock stir underneath the fabric of his pants. It was so hard being patient when you looked so deliciously helpless.

A hint of red blushing on your cheeks as you watch he stares down at you with a gaze that could melt ice.

He smiles, eyes disappearing into a crescent moon shape.

''I've wanted this forever, angel.. I can't wait to finally taste you, feel you. Wow..''

He praised you, his gaze not leaving you for even a second as he slowly undress, the only time his sight of you is limited is when he pulls his shirt over his head to reveal his sculpted body for you, making a show out of his clothes dropping one by one to the floor, pooling by his feet.

His movements were mesmerizing, like a snake slowly hypnotizing it's prey. And that, you were. As if in a trance by this man, and even if he's made it a point to keep you locked up, a part of you didn't even want to leave. Not that he'd let you, so this was to his favour.

''Like what you see, Y/N?''

You swallow tightly with a nod, your arms fighting the restraints to no avail when you instinctively want to reach out for him.

''Tell me, Y/N... Say that you like my body.''

''I love your body, Jimin... I want you closer.''

He feels his heart race in his ribcage, the praise he always seeks from you being one of the best feelings he could ever feel. Nothing compares to the way you stare at him in admiration and lust, and nothing compares to the way your voice sounds so needy when asking for him to just touch you already.

''Yeah? Do you want me?'' His voice lowered several octaves as he got up on the bed on his knees, the dip in the mattress finally making you feel like this is real. He was only wearing his boxers, the apparent outline of his cock looking more inviting than ever as his hips moved from side to side as he was moving closer to you on the bed.

''Yes, y-yes, shit... I want you, Jimin, please.''

If he doesn't touch you soon, you swore you were gonna go insane as well.

Because Jimin was far gone, mind lost in a haze of lust as he watches you wiggle and squirm underneath him, skin flushed and exposed for him.

His hands finally reach you, touching your thighs just by the hem of your thigh high socks, pulling at it before letting it go until it snaps back at your skin with a smack. You whine quietly, and it makes his abdomen swirl in excitement.

''I love playing with you like this, angel.''

You nod, whining and arching your back desperately for him to touch you more.

Jimin grabs your knees, spreading your legs for him so that he could take a good look at your glistening cunt,

''Oh my god, aren't you dirty...'' He groans in awe, ''You're already dripping wet for me.''

You whine louder this time, your hips moving upwards to get his attention,

''I want youuuuu... Please, please..''

Jimin bites his lower lip, one hand moving to palm his erection,

''You don't even know how badly I want to fuck you right away, my angel.. But please be patient, it makes it all so much better in the end.''

You whimper, it almost sounded like a cry, and he swore he could just explode right there and then. He leans down over you to crash his lips against yours, which you feverishly respond to, opening your mouth to grant him access to your tongue. He licks your teeth, swirls his tongue around yours before giving it a suck, releasing it with a wet pop as he withdraws to look at you with blown out pupils,

''Delicious... I bet something else is as well..''

He glances down between your legs before sliding down to position his head between your legs, laying on his stomach and grabbing your hips to squeeze your flesh between his fingers.

You moan when you feel his hot breath against your clit, and he hovers over it with a smile on his lips before moving down slightly to give your wet cunt a long, slow lick with a flattened tongue, avoiding your clit.

''Don't tease me, fuck... I swear I'm gonna cry, I'm aching..'' You cry out, arching your back under his touch.

He groans, bordering on a moan when he tastes you, and he finally gives in to start giving your clit his attention, giving is slow, long strokes of his tongue.

Looking up at your expression, mouth hanging open and chest heaving up and down in shallow breaths for him, he feels like he's in heaven.

Jimin moves one hand to play with your little cunt, sinking two fingers knuckle deep into you.

''Feel how easy my fingers slide into you, angel? Your pussy loves me so much, doesn't it?''

You whine out 'yes' over and over with your hands reaching down to tangle inbetween his soft curls, pushing his mouth back onto your clit. He hums happily, unable to deny you what you've been begging for as he wraps his lips around your swollen clit, alternating between sucking on it gently and swirling his tongue around it.

Jimin listens to your breath becoming heavier and faster, moans growing louder as he makes it his mission to draw out more and more noises from your pretty throat. His fingers curl up in a 'come hither' motion as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Being blessed with slightly thicker fingers, the friction he provides sends you closer and closer to the edge, and he can tell by the way your cunt constricts around his fingers and your grasp in his hair so tight it almost makes him moan from the pain.

Using his other hand to stroke himself, he moans against your clit, a vibrating feeling along with his fingers fucking you sends you over the edge without warning, your back arching and your mouth hanging open with a loud cry. He feels your cunt spasming around his fingers, clit hard and throbbing against his tongue as he flattens his tongue against it. He Breathes slowly, heavily against your sopping pussy, fingers slowly sliding out of you when your body relaxes again.

Staring down at him with Heavy eyes, he smiles up at you, licking his lips and teeth with a wink.

''I love hearing that you enjoy me, angel.''

He wipes his chin with the back of his hand before moving up to lay ontop of you and give you a kiss on your lips.

''I love you.'' You breathe out quietly, lazily kissing him back.

His eye twitches a little at the word, body stiffening for a mere millisecond. He withdraws to stare down at you, as if inspecting your face.

''You love me?''

You nod.

''Say it again.''

''I love you, Jimin.''

He swallows tightly, his cock twitching as he reaches down to palm it as if to calm himself.

''I love you more.'' He smiles vaguely, eyes dilated once more as if those words awakened something new inside of him.

You internally protest at the loss of his lips when he sits back up on his knees, suddenly turning you around on your knees, grabbing your hips to level your cunt with his cock, and being tied up you can't do anything but let your face fall flat down against the bed.

Seeing your back arched for him like this makes him groan out loud, and he grabs a handful of your ass into his palm, a grip so hard it would definitely leave bruises from his Nails. You whine out something that sounded like a mix between a cry in pain and a moan... Jimin's favourite noise.

''You're so fucking perfect... How was I so lucky, hm..''

He lifts one hand up, the other lining himself up with your cunt to press the tip in. He stops, and before you could complain his other hand falls down, palm flat on your ass with a harsh smack.

''I just don't know what to do when I feel like this,'' Jimin calmly announces, and another smack on your ass fills the room,

''Everytime I see you, I just want to...''

Smack!

''I just want to hurt you.''

Smack!

''I just love you so much... I get this feeling,,''

Smack!

''An animalistic need to claim you, mark you...''

Smack!!

He keeps on praising, cursing and telling you about his love for you, grabbing onto your hips to finally push himself into you with a low growl.

''I just love you, angel.. I love you so much, you're mine, mine, mine..'''

Your body jiggles and Bounces sinfully below him when he starts to piston his hips against yours, the skin on skin smacking together making a shameful, wet noise that has Jimin feeling so addicted to you.

''You're made for me, y/n, fuck..!'' He moans out, he leans forward a bit to let his hands travel around your torsto to lift you up. One hand around your throat, the other wrapped around your waist, his front pressed against your arched back as he kisses you below your ear, whispering sweet nothings,

''I'm gonna cum so much, baby, s-shit.. You feel so fucking good.''

His moans get higher with every thrust, the grasp around your throat tightening as he feels himself getting closer.

''G-gonna cum....Jimin, f-fuck...'' You whine out with a strained voice, feeling his cock hitting just the spot every single time.

''Yeah? Cum around my cock, angel, I want to feel it, please, please..'' He begs into your ear, continuing the pistoning thrusts of his hips into your cunt with greed. His moans are so clear in your ear as he places desperate kisses against your neck, his nails digging into your neck with the grasp around your throat.

''I'm gonna cum too, baby, please, I can't hold it.'' He moans out, and as if on que your body squirms and stiffens in his grasp when you cum with a cry, a white wave of pleasure flowing through your body like electricity.

''S-shit I feel you, baby, you're squeezing my cock so well- I'm cumming..!'' He announces as his hips stutter, his hand letting go of your throat to straighten up his posture, letting your body fall back down on the bed. He grips your hips, giving your cunt a few more strokes before stuffing you full of his cock, holding himself still as he cums inside of you.

Thick, hot ropes of his cum fills your throbbing pussy up, making sure every last bit of his juices are emptied inside of you as he hisses out curses.

When satisfied, he slowly pulls himself out of you, spreading your folds to watch his cum slowly dribble out of your little abused hole with a small smile on his lips.

''So beautiful, my little princess... All mine to fill up and use however I want, hm..'' He muses audibly to himself.

You're completely spent, fucked out and doing your best to Catch your breath. Jimin crawls up next to you to untie the rope around your wrists, wrapping his arms around your small frame to embrace you in a hug. You press your face against his sweaty chest, hearing his heart racing underneath the skin. Pressing a soft kiss against his salty skin, he smiles as he plays with your hair,

''I love you. Always.''

You nod, and he feels an overwhelming fluttering of joy in his chest. You didn't need to be with anybody else, or anywhere else.

This room was all you needed, and he would provide you with everything you ever needed.

You were his forever.

#yandere jimin #yandere bts #bts smut #jimin smut #jimin x you #jimin x reader #jimin x yn #jimin x y/n #dom jimin #park jimin smut

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deobitchxx · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I request for prompts 65 & 90 smut with hyunjae? 😳 thank you for writing! I just read some and I love your fics!

[ 10:25 // 19.09.2020 // R.SMUT ] “Thank you for paying your attention to my presentation, I hope the information I’ve told will lead us to a better and modern life.” The applause from the workers dominated the meeting room, causing your lips to form a proud smile. You took a peek over the young man that was sending you death glares, teasingly raised your eyebrow off and stuck your tongue to spice up the teasing. If glaring could be classified as another method of killing, you probably won’t see the next sun rising. Mr. Lee Jaehyun or preferably Hyunjae, your one and only rival in the rising company both of you were working in. He was the managing director, while you were the executive director. It pissed you off when you could entitle the latter title, but the only thing that blocked you from being promoted higher than him was because you were not the daughter of the CEO. Ugh, fuck those privilages. You worked your ass off to get into the top but your sweet dreams crushed into pieces once Mr. Lee, the CEO, informed the company about the new managing director, which later he introduced him as his son.

“Can’t you see the face Mr. Lee just made back then? You totally knocked him down,” your assistant nudged you on your shoulder. You smirked it off, “It was his fault to get on my nerves. This was supposed to be my project but his dick tried to brush in and thought that he could win over me. He should’ve known his places, I’ve worked here for years.” Your assistant giggled over your sentence and nodded along, agreeing with you. “Don’t you think you’re being over the top?” Both of your and your assistant’s steps paused once the devil appeared in-front of you with his assistant next to him. “Your ideas just happened to be an iota contrary with mine, don’t hold your head up too high my darling.” He raised his cup of coffee up, asking for a cheer. You simpered, looking pleased with yourself, “At least I’m not that stupid enough to ask the other managers the meaning of asset and liability.” You leaned closer to him and poured your tea to his cup, mixing the solution together with your pinky finger and licking it off. “Enjoy your drink, Hyunjae.”

“We’ll be heading off first, please don’t overwork yourself.” The workers under you bid a goodbye wave to you before walking out from the office. You waved back to them, leaning against the white coloured spinning chair of yours. You could feel your lids heavied, as you slowly close your eyes and drift to a short nap. “Here comes your favourite jjajangmyeon~” Your eyes lit up once the pleasing voice rang through your ear, seeing one of your favourite men walk past the door with your favourite food. “Cho Seungyoun!” Even your voice raised a few octaves higher, showing off your excitement to meet the latter. He smiled as he opened his arms, “Come here, let me give you a warm hug.” You chuckled and ran towards him. Before he could pull you into his embrace, you snatched the food away from him and totally forgot the man as you headed back to the small cafeteria inside your office. Cho Seungyoun, just like another typical k-drama, he’d been by your side ever since both of you entered the same middle school. He did make his feelings obvious to you, but you told him that you wanted to have a stable job first before proceeding to romance.

Both of you were chatting happily while eating the dinner together. You told him how proud you were that day and he listened to you without any complaints. He even stayed there for hours since you said that you wanted to stay a bit to finish up the last touch of the project. “I discovered that we still have chances to get your project accepted.” Hyunjae just came back from having dinner at the nearby restaurant with his assistant. He decided to stay a little bit longer and worked more, the desires to win over you still dominating him. He was heading to his office with the assistant and while walking past your office, he saw you chatting with the same man that had been wandering around the company. He stopped for a while, taking a peek over through the window glasses. Seungyoun went behind you and gave you a shoulder massage, letting out an approval short of satisfying moaning. “I heard that the man has been visiting our company a lot, never knew Mrs. Y/N was the reason behind all of these.” His assistant noticed the sudden pause of Hyunjae’s steps, realising he was watching you behind those windows. “Who is he?” “He? Oh, he is Cho Seungyoun. I heard that he invested a lot in our company. Some workers claimed that they’ve seen him around in lobby, and turned out he was waiting for Mrs. Y/N for lunch together.”

It has been days, but Hyunjae can’t stop thinking about that man that hovered around you. He even asked his assistant to do a background check on him. “Why would he keep sticking around her when they’re not official at all to begin with?” He groaned and threw his back against the leather chair, spinning the pen with his fingers. He thought he only had a slight crush on you, but not when he realised he totally fell for you. The way you always try to make sure you’re way better than him and how you get competitive everytime you hear his name-- Everything about you almost becomes imperfectly perfect in his eyes. He knew that everything will went downhill once he confess to you, so he decided to play dumb and act along as if he equally hate you too. He looked over the clock, it was showing 21:09. That’s it, he decided to make it clear tonight or else he might lose his chance. He stood up and wore his suit while heading to the door, right when he was about to wrap his hand around the doorknob, it was twisted from the other side as he automatically took backward steps to let the door open. There, he saw you standing with papers in your arms, “W-What are you doing here?”

“Did you forget that I need your signature for this project? Well, what can I even expect from someone like you.” You rolled your eyes, knowing that he won’t help you with those papers. You headed to the sofas and placed the papers on the coffee table. You took a seat on the sofa without waiting for his consent, immediately focusing on the project back. “Hey, at least do me a favour and close the door alright? You were doing nothing just by standing near the doorframe.” You retorted, seeing the reflection of his through the glass window that also displayed the night view of the city. “O-Oh,” he snapped back to reality and closed the door behind him, heading to the head couch and looked over you. “W-Where should I sign?” “Why were you shuttering? Do you just realise how good looking I am?” You joked. “Yes.” Your eyes lose focus on those words, your mind totally forgot which parts you read and which you haven’t. You looked up to see the man, hoping to get a “haha, sike, you thought you were beautiful?” but instead a pointed look by the latter. “We don’t have time to joke around, Hyunjae.” “In which part do you think I’m in the mood for joking?” He leaned closer to you, giving you time to push him away if he made you feel uncomfortable.

Instead, you just stayed there and waited for him to get closer until he pressed his lips against yours. He moved his lips on yours, as you closed your eyes and lost your grips on the papers. He held your shoulders and pulled you softly on the sofa, before his hands crawled back up to caress your cheeks. The dominance of each tongue drove him crazy, leading him to grab your buttcheek across the pencil skirt of yours, earning a moan from you and took this chance to shove and explore his tongue inside your mouth. He pulled away for you to catch some breath, but his kisses continued travelling down from your lips to your neck and collarbone. He was licking your skin and before he could proceed with his teeth sinking against your skin, you tried to speak in between the oxygen that you were trying to inhale, “Don’t be so rough, there can’t be any marks.” He narrowed down his eyebrow and locked his eyes with yours, “And what’s the reason behind it?” You bit your lower lips and looked away, not wanting to continue the topic that you’ve just started. “Are you worried that guy might discover what we’ve done tonight?” He stole back your attention as you stared at him, “W… Which guy?”

“That dude, Cho Seungyoun.” Hyunjae rolled his eyes, even his name sickening him. His expression obviously told you that he was pissed off, as you chuckled and shook your head. Your hand now went up to caress his cheek, rubbing those soft skin with your thumb, “Perhaps do you… Think that I have a feeling towards Seungyoun?” “No!” His eyebrows furrowed more as the quick response made it clear that he indeed was having such thoughts in his mind. You raised your eyebrow, asking for an explanation from the lie that the latter just told you. “Ugh, fine. Yes, I was. His presence around you made me go mad, I can’t help but to think that you might fall for him even in the slightest way.” The way he tried to stay on top of you with the arms supporting his whole weight on each side of you made you feel safe around him. “Then why would you kiss me?” “Because I like you.” You sense nothing but sincerity filled up his eyes. Both of you stayed quiet for a while as each other tried to read those messages through the eyes, as Hyunjae sat back on the sofa and his head hung low to the floor, fingers messily running through his hair. “You can leave if you want, we can just pretend that nothing actually happened.”

“What if I don’t want to?” HIs ears perked up but not daring enough to face you in this state of his. You sat next to him and held both of his cheeks, making him face you. “What if I feel the same way? What if we happened to have this love-hate relationship since the day we met?” You added, “Kiss me again like how you wanted to. Do what you’ve wanted to do on me ever since we’ve exchanged those glares but deep inside those hearts wanted something else.” With that, he pulled you into another heated kiss. This time, the kiss got more aggressive as touches on each other's bodies became bolder than before. He pulled you on his thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck and you straddled on his waist. His hand went down to caress down the exposed thighs of yours as you threw your head to the back once his lips went to your neck again. He placed soft kisses and licks all over your neck and collarbone while hand busy stroking your thighs. You pulled him to lean back on the sofa, taking off your blouse while the latter watched you doing so. You exposed your half naked upper body to the one that you used to hate a lot, as he licked his lips from the view before kissing your body again. His hands went back to pull down your bra skillfully, throwing it somewhere around the office and his lips went to your right boob. His tongue circling around your nipple as his other hand grasped the other, applying the same pleasure on it.

“P-Please…” “Please what, my love?” “Fuck me.” “I would gladly do.” With that, he gently placed you over the sofa as he almost cursed under his breath, “Shit, you look so stunning underneath me. Should’ve taken the first move early so I could witness such views longer for the rest of my life.” He pulled down your skirt, letting you only in your underwear. His finger made a contact with your covered pussy, spreading the wetness all over, “You are this wet just for me? Thank you,” he playfully smirked and left a peck on your lips as he hovered down to your lower body. His tongue left a long stroke across the covered slit, making you whimpered. He chuckled, taking off your underwear and sniffed it, “You even smell good,” he shoved it inside his back pocket before resting his lips on your cunt. “A-Ah!” You closed your eyes tight as your back jerked upward from the sudden contact, gripping nothing but air tightly. His tongue flickered against your slit, hands went to hold yours as the way you tightly held his hands made him realise that you were so close to reach your cloud nine. He didn’t stop though, as his nose brushed over your pussy and he started to suck your clit. “Fuck, I-I’m close… Ah!” Once again, your body jerked upwards after letting out the loudest moan while cumming on his face.

He gave you time to adjust with the pleasure you just earned, as he licked off the cum painted all over his lips. You took a short glance over him, beaming softly resulting in him to beam along. He pecked your lips and whispered against your lips, “Can you go for another round?” You gave him an immediate nod, not wanting to waste another time. He smirked under his breath, “Never know I could make you a hot mess underneath me. Seungyoun who? Stupid of me to assume that he could get a chance to fuck you. Seeing him touching and giving you a massage annoyed the shit out of me. He can’t make you feel this good.” His hands were busy unbuckling the belts and pulling his pants along with his boxer, exposing his huge manhood right in-front of your eyes. Stroking his hard length to spread the pre-cum all over, Hyunjae was staring you down with lusts filled his eyes. “No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good.” Without wasting any seconds, he inserted his dick into your vagina, making you produce the most beautiful sound ever.

“Ahh H-Hyunjae!” Your hands gripped his biceps as he let out a whimper, biting his lower lips, “Fuck baby, you’re so tight. I don’t think I could last long.” The amount of his breath rising dramatically was equally the same as yours, as the pat on his bicep signalling to him that he could move. He pushed further more, fingers crawled up to grab the sofa armrest. Your hips moving along to match his speed, both of you working hard to chase the heaven both of you have dreamed of. “Ugh fuck, Hyun… Hyunjae. It’s there… Ahh,” he repeated the same sin, pushing his tip to hit the jackpot inside of yours. Your fingers went to his back, nails scratching as you accidentally left some marks on it. His thumb went to your swollen clit, circling to apply more pleasures for you to cum. “Ahhh, Lee Jaehyun!” Your wall clenched tightly around his dick and cummed on it after chanting his name like a mantra, as the latter moved his hips at an inhuman speed. “Ugh,” he groaned as he quickly slipped his shaft out from you, replacing your walls with the grip of his hand around his manhood, stroking it faster to chase his own cloud nine. He painted his cum on your stomach, lazily pumping his shaft before sitting on the sofa, leaning his back against it.

He took a peek over you, whose chest was rising up and down rapidly to even the breath, leaning to leave a soft kiss on your lips. “Rest for a while, I’ll go grab for a wet cloth for you.” You nodded, your lids were heavy as you almost couldn’t see the young man in your sight due to the exhaustion he just made to you. Hyunjae put on his clothes, went to the nearby toilet and came back with a damp but warm towel. He cleaned the cum all over your body and let your back laid on a warm cloth. “You left marks on my back, and it’s unfair how I can’t leave any on yours.” You giggled in a tired manner as you tried to look at him, “I was scratching and I didn’t know it left marks. Plus, why would you leave a mark on something that’s not yours to begin with.” He laid on top of you again, putting down the arm away from your forehead, “If I ask you out now, am I allowed to leave marks on your body?” You lazily smiled to the latter, “Whatever floats your boat, Mr. Lee.”

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hanzaikyou · 1 year ago

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Shogo Suzuki Range Analysis

Hi hello guys, and welcome to "Yuuki Izawa posted a thing that got a whole discord curious". So this post was inspired by this tweet, made by Yuuki Izawa in 2019, boldly claiming Shogo as having a 26 octave range.

If that sounds wild, it is because it is. It is wild. Love him though.

Because of that, I went on a little research-assignment-rabbithole, to figure out exactly how wide Shogo's range is.

The Verdict

Based on evidence I'll present in a minute, Shogo has a proven range of Ab2-C5, roughly two and a bit octaves. His comfortable range seems more aligned with being D3-C5 though.

The Evidence

To prove this, I looked through every single show I had access to featuring the man that he sang in... so primarily Hakumyu (many thanks to the Hakumyu Livejournal for that, ilysm, sorry I'm not more active) and Morimyu, along with a couple of stray musicals I had around that supported evidence, which shall be mentioned if necessary.

Lower Limit (Ab2)

I started by looking for the lower limit, and turned first to Hakumyu for this. I searched through the first Live first, then briefly looked through Kazama-hen and Hijikata-hen. (I don't know the names of songs, as I am not fully familiar with the series yet, but please bare with me.)

My first real evidence with this was actually the Fullmetal Alchemist stage, wherein Shogo sings in the middleish. In that song, he hits a low of E3 in the chorus, giving me a start point to look for.

I then went straight to Hakumyu Live, specifically his solo medley (I believe it is?) that occurs roughly 1h13 in to the show. Aside from being possibly my favourite Hakumyu song (can you blame me), I knew that the verses went quite low off the top of my head, so I checked for them, and they presented me with an D3, still quite stable too.

Skimming through the rest of it, mostly jumping chapters and looking for Shogo, I stumbled across the Demon Tag section of Chizaru's song, beginning at 21 minutes in, which hit the lowest note I'd heard from him at Ab2. He performed spectacularly, but there is somewhat of a wavering in his voice that leads me to think that he's kind of reaching for it, hence belief that it's out of his comfortable range.

Then I went on to Hijikata-hen, and ended up finding the song at 1h05, which is of course part of the medley mentioned earlier. The same stable D5 greeted me, giving me the Official Lower Limit. (Side note, I love the song starting at 1h05 so much, but that's for another post.)

Kazama-hen supported this again, with an Eb5 in the song beginning at 1h16. (Kazama-hen also made me cry. But that's also another post.) At this point, I considered the lower pitch confirmed, and moved on to searching for the higher pitch.

EDIT: As the lovely @liliththunder pointed out to me (and many thanks for that), I missed a song at the 45 minute mark in Kazama-hen that goes lower - primarily centering on the C3 and going as far down as Bb2. Due to this, I'm amending my statement, and simply accepting Ab2 as the lower limit. That being said, I stand by the statement that he's more comfortable above C3 or D3.

Higher Limit (C5)

For the higher limit, I decided to search through Morimyu, mostly because I know exactly where all Shogo's high notes in that are.

I did have, as part of the notes I took when scouring the Fullmetal Alchemist song, the high from that, which turned out to be an Ab4. Admittedly, I didn't think that was quite high enough, but noted it down anyway.

I started by looking through the CD for the specific songs that I knew would give me a guide, and found what I was looking for almost immediately. Verdict (II) from OP1 and Beginning of the End from OP3 were my first points of call for their fairly renowned high notes. Both turned out to have a cap of C5, so I used this as my guide from thereon out.

They would turn out to be the highest I could find though. The other two I checked directly by name were Emotion (the OP1 duet with Ikkei) and In This Lonely Room (or the Couch Song from OP3). These had high notes of A4 and Bb4 respectively.

I then skipped through OP4, looking for every Shogo song and its relevant high note, which supported this idea - every high note in that show is either an A4 or a Bb4 save for one, in the finale, that is a C5.

I will note that these top notes do sound incredibly stable, and I'd be curious as to whether he is capable of going further, but no evidence for anything higher than C5 exists in anything I can get my hands on. If someone with access to Tokyo Ghoul could check, I'd be absolutely open to correction there.

But yes, that is that for now - I got my answers and a fun little research task, and you got whatever this is. I'll be doing Ikkei next, most likely soon, possibly tomorrow depending on how much time I have (and not at all because I want to watch his Tenimyu run again... heh). I thank you all for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I did.

#worksofcrime #morimyu #hakumyu #suzuki shogo #actor range analysis

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thegoodgayshit · 4 years ago

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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Twenty-Six: My Health Bar Gets Way Below My Comfort Zone

The burning in Luz’s leg was getting worse. It had now spread up into her other leg, running down into both her thighs and leaving her unable to do anything but hold her knees and clench her eyes shut.

“What did you do to her?” Luz recognized Amity’s voice, but it sounded like she was listening to it from underwater. The blood was rushing up to her hears, and everything was ringing. “Why does her leg look like that!”

It took Luz a moment to realize Amity was talking about her. She was focusing too hard on trying not to scream.

“Your friend has been shot by a Gorgon’s blood arrow,” said one of the centaurs.

Luz’s eyes snapped open, looking up towards who had spoken. It was the one standing in the middle, and he was clearly the leader of the group. He had long black hair braided around his head and muscles rippling under a navy tunic. “The poison is likely working its way through her system as we speak.”

“You poisoned her?” Amity asked, her voice hitching a couple of octaves higher. With a roar, she started running at him, her xiphos clenched tightly in her hands as she charged.

Thank the god's Willow was paying attention, and she reached forward and wrapped her arms tight around Amity’s waist, holding her still.

“Amity, stop!” She hissed, while the daughter of Aphrodite made angry noises in her arms, struggling to free herself.

“Your friend is right,” said another centaur. He was watching Amity with a glimmer of amusement in his amber eyes, as he swung his bow over his back. His hair was short and cropped, and he wore a tunic as well, but his was a deep green instead of navy. “Gorgon’s blood is a slow death, but it gets more agonizing the longer it seeps into her system. Only we have the cure. If you attack us, she dies.”

Amity made a strangled sound in the back of her throat. Luz’s heart hammered in her chest, the pain now spreading down to both her calves. She groaned in agony, spinning into a fetal position.

“If she dies I will kill every one of you,” Amity retorted, and Willow pulled Amity back a few more steps and covering her mouth with her hand. Amity grunted in protest, and Willow shook her head disbelievingly,

“Amity, get a grip!”

Luz wanted to help, to call Amity back and assure her she was going to be fine, but she was very aware of how much of a lie that would have been. Luz had never been in so much pain in her entire life. She wanted to saw off the entire lower half of her body, knowing that would have been less painful than the poison. She felt like she was on fire, burning from the inside out.

“We won’t attack you,” Gus said quickly, stepping forward with his hands in the air. He’d retracted his spear and shield, and stepped slowly in front of Willow and Amity. “My name is Augustus, the son of Athena. We’re here on behalf of the gods.”

“Likely story,” growled the first centaur. His eyes were narrowed at Gus, eyeing him up and down. “That is what he said too, and now the Mountain is being poisoned before our very eyes. Do you think us foolish? We know better than to fall for a second trick.”

For a dangerous moment, Gus faltered. “What do you mean, poisoned?”

“Don’t play coy!” The centaur spat, “ you already know that every day the Mountain grows weaker, and more rise from beyond. The son of Hecate cannot draw more from it, or it will collapse and destroy us. We refuse to let more enemies of Olympus into our land and talk their way to the hearth.”

“It is no trick,” Gus insisted, “we’ve been given a prophecy to come here and stop Belos. I can prove it.”

He turned his back and walked towards Amity, taking her shield from her arm. He then turned and crouched next to Luz, grabbing Aletheia and patting her on the shoulder.

“Hang in there,” he whispered. Luz opened her mouth in an attempt to assure him she was indeed trying really hard not to die, but nothing came out besides a low groan.

Her arm was starting to go numb. She was pretty sure the only time that happened was when you were about to have a heart attack. Maybe she would die of one and the pain would finally stop.

Gus walked forward with the weapons and the centaurs tensed, readying their bows. Except the second, who just watched Gus curiously, remaining unmoving.

“I present the weapon and shield of Peleus, the first to train on your mountain,” he said, holding them up for all the centaurs to see. “Granted to us by the goddess Aphrodite, to aid her daughter on the quest to save Olympus.”

There was a silence that filled the clearing, leaving Luz nothing to focus on besides the agony in her body. She prayed to the gods somebody would just say something.

The centaurs shuffled uneasily, their hooves clopping on the rocks and they murmured to one another. The centaur next to the leader leaned in and whispered something Luz couldn’t catch. The tail of the leader flicked in annoyance like he wanted nothing more than to just kill all four of them.

“And this… girl here is the daughter of Aphrodite?” The leader said, gesturing to Luz who was on the floor. Gus shook his head and gestured to Amity and then Willow. Willow managed a small smile, but Amity was still glaring daggers at the centaurs.

“This is Amity, the daughter of Aphrodite and Willow, daughter of Demeter.” He turned to Luz with a sympathetic grimace. “That is Luz, daughter of Hermes.”

There was another round of mumbling, and Luz swallowed hard, zoning in and out as the centaurs conversed with one another quietly. The leader of the centaurs was now looking very nervous.

The numbness had faded in her arm and now was replaced with that terrible burning sensation. If Gus hadn’t taken her sword she would have cut it off just to stop it.

She let out an uncontrollable cry of pain, and the leader of the centaurs flinched.

“Very well,” he said, all his previous hostility fading. “Tip her head back.”

Gus dropped to his knees next to Luz and put her head in his lap, turning Luz on her back. The act of moving itself was agonizing, and the second Gus opened her mouth it was like a dam opened, and she was crying out uncontrollably. Gus recoiled his hand, eyes widening fearfully.

“Luz! It’s me, I’m trying to help you!”

Tears pricked at her eyes. “It hurts…” she groaned, but managed to lift a shaky hand and stuff her fist in her mouth, biting down hard to muffle her shouting.

There was the muffled sound of hooves against the dirt, and the quiet voice of the second centaur.

“Get her to drink this.”

There was the sound of a cork bottle opening, and then Gus’s hand returned on Luz’s face as he tipped her head back, wedging it between Luz’s fist as he poured the contents into her mouth. His hand covered Luz’s, forcing her mouth closed.

“Swallow it,” he said, and despite the tight grip on her face, the words were soft and comforting.

Luz forced the drink down her throat despite the immediate urge to retch. It tasted like battery acid, but if this would get the pain to stop she would drink it a hundred times over.

For a terrifying moment, the pain got worse. Her heart started hammering even faster than it already was, and the burning in her body reached her stomach. It swirled like she drank a hundred gallons of milk, and Luz gasped, leaning over and away from Gus terrified she might puke.

But then the pain from her body began to subside. First, there was the numbness in her arms and legs, and Luz scrambled off Gus and to her knees, breathing heavily. Then, her head slowly started to clear, and she became more aware of her surroundings. The dozen centaurs, watching her anxiously. Willow, biting her lip as she held Amity tightly in her arms. Then there was the daughter of Aphrodite herself, who now looked less angry and more like she was about to burst into tears.

Finally, the numbness left her body completely, and Luz mentally counted to ten. When she finished, the pain had disappeared and she took a big deep breath and shakily got to her feet.

She ran her hands down her shorts, exhausted, but no longer in any pain.

“I… I’m alright,” Luz said, and Willow exhaled in relief, dropping Amity from her arms.

She sprinted over to Luz, catching her in a bone-crushing hug. Luz winced, wrapping her arms around her back.

“This is a little tight,” she mumbled and the girl quickly pulled away, her face beet red.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She looked around and realized that both Willow and Gus were staring at her, so she crossed her arms, feigning disinterest. “You scared me. Stop almost dying.”

“I’ll try,” Luz said with a shrug, but she was unable to keep the smile off her face. “No promises.”

The leader of the centaurs swished his tail, and Luz turned to look at him properly. He, along with the other centaurs in the group, genuinely looked apologetic. He was holding an empty vial in his hand, clearly, the one that once held whatever cured Luz.

“Had we known who you were, we would not have hit you with that arrow,” he said. “We knew that there were heroes coming to stop Belos, but ever since the Mountain has started dying, we have grown anxious and done our best to keep all intruders out.”

“It’s alright,” Luz said, and while she wasn’t very happy she had been shot by a poisoned arrow, she couldn’t really blame them. If Belos was their enemy, she understood why they were cautious. “But maybe next time we can talk before we shoot.”

The second centaur next to the leader snorted. “The demigod makes a good point.”

“They are known to sometimes do that,” the first replied dryly, but then his face had twisted up into something unpleasant like he just took a nose full of Death Mist. “On occasion, anyway.”

The other centaurs had retracted their bows and slung them over their shoulder, stepping closer to examine Luz and her friends. Amity shuffled uneasily, eyeing them like she was waiting for one to attack, but Luz just stood still, accepting her sword back from Gus and putting the ring back on her finger.

“I am Nessos, the leader of the centaurs,” the first one said, before gesturing to the second one with the cropped hair. “This is my second in command, Pholos. I know it does not seem it, but we are very grateful for your arrival here to Mount Pelion.”

“You said the mountain was going to collapse,” Gus said slowly, stepping next to Luz. “How can an entire mountain just… fall down?”

Nessos looked over to Pholos gravely, and the two just seemed to look at each other before the second turned to look at them.

“The mountain's power comes from the strength of the demigods,” he said slowly, “a gateway between the earth and the sky, a reminder that they are between the mortal world and Olympus. As demigods rise in power, they absorb the strength of the mountain. If the mountain collapses, they will be strong enough to kill a god.”

“Belos is harnessing the power of Hestia for his own uses to control the flow of power within the mountain,” Nessos explained, “every time he uses her power for his personal gains, he gets stronger, faster, and harder to kill. If he uses Hestia’s power to collapse the mountain, he will take her strength as his.”

“He’ll become a god,” Luz concluded, her eyes widening in horror.

“And you can’t just kill a god,” Gus added, his voice unusually small.

“How long do we have?” Willow asked the centaurs, and Nessos and Pholos looked at each other again and shrugged.

“Not long,” Pholos said, frowning. Nessos nodded, his face dark and serious.

“We can already feel our connection to the mountain severing. It won’t be much longer.”

Luz and her friends all looked to one another. Luz knew that they were battered, bruised, and tired. She also knew that they were going to be hopelessly outmatched when they arrived at Belos’ cave. They had no plan, no advantage, and no real way to stop him.

But they also didn’t have much of a choice. And all four of them came to the same conclusion at the same time.

“He needs to be stopped now,” Amity said quietly, and Luz, Willow, and Gus all nodded.

“If we don’t hurry, we’ll run out of time. And then there’s nothing we can do to stop him,” Willow said in agreeance.

Luz turned to the centaurs, her palms already starting to shake in anticipation. This was it. No running, no hiding, no going back.

It was time to be the hero. Azura style.

“We need to find the fastest route up Mount Pelion,” Luz said, recalling her earlier dream. “The entrance to Hestia’s prison has two bronze statues outside in the shape of a sword and a shield. Do you know where that is?”

Pholos grinned like he’d been waiting for them to ask that. “Do we know where it is? Does Hera like her eggs over easy?”

Luz blinked, now confused. Pholos sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, the answer is yes.” He whistled with his fingers, and three other centaurs came galloping up to them, each stopping next to Willow, Gus, and Amity respectively. Pholos stood next to Luz, gesturing with his head. “Hop on, half-blood. We can get you there.”

Luz thought she knew what riding a horse was like. She’d ridden ponies at state fairs when she was a kid, so she figured hey, it can’t be that different.

She was wrong.

Centaurs are fast. Like, really fast. Luz had a feeling Pholos wasn’t even going anywhere near full speed as he weaved between trees. Luz had to wrap her arms around his neck just to hang on.

“You alright there, Luz?” Pholos asked as he followed Nessos, who was leading them around some rocky terrain.

“Fine, my stomach just hasn’t quite finished settling from the poison,” Luz said, and though it wasn’t nearly loud enough to be audible, Pholos chuckled, taking a huge leap over a boulder and hitting the ground running.

“Sorry about that. If it helps, you won’t be sick. We gave you the other vial of Gorgon’s blood as the antidote. That should stop you from feeling any illnesses, disease, or ailment for at least the next hour.” Pholos rubbed the back of his neck, and Luz realized that despite the centaurs being over centuries old, it was a very modern gesture. “Sorry about me, you know, shooting you.”

“You shot me?” Luz asked in surprise, her eyebrows raising. Pholos cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed.

“Yeah, I’m Nessos’ second. His arrow missed, so I had to shoot next.”

Luz suddenly remembered something Gus had told her back on the bus to Denver. “I thought centaurs were supposed to be able to tell when they’re being deceived. Couldn’t you tell we were trying to stop Belos when you saw us?”

Pholos paused, not saying anything for a moment. Luz wondered if she’d hurt his feelings.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“I know you weren’t,” he said quickly, tapping his temple with a finger. “I could tell. You’re right, the centaurs on this mountain have a way of telling when somebody is lying or not telling the whole truth. We have a way of understanding the pieces to a whole before even talking to mortals.”

“So why’d you shoot at us?” Luz asked again, now frowning. “We’re not lying about our intentions.”

There was another tense silence. Luz was now wondering if the second in command was messing with her.

But then he turned his head, looking at Luz with a deep sadness in his eyes.

“You’re not lying, Luz. But somebody in your party is.”

There was a cold pulsing sensation that flushed through Luz’s stomach. Her mouth dropped open on its own, and she quickly closed it, remembering Pholos’ quick warning about flies he’d given her before they’d taken off running.

“What do you mean?” She asked quietly, her hands in his mane clenching instinctively. “None of my friends would lie to me.”

“Lies take many forms,” Pholos offered, but Luz could tell by the tone of his voice he was trying to make her feel better. “We feel them like waves from the ocean, magnetic and pulsing. The stronger the lie the greater the wave gives off. It is how we track mortals down on the mountain. We felt the wave with your party this morning, and it took us all day to track you.”

Luz sat there silently, trying to process what he was saying. “So… that’s unusual?”

“Very,” he said seriously. “It’s the longest it’s taken us to track mortals in over a hundred years.”

“So it’s not that bad of a lie then,” Luz said, but Pholos shook his head, and Luz’s spirits dampened once again.

“It is not the severity of the lie that was masked the pulse, it was the guilt.”

“What do you mean guilt?” Luz said, starting to feel herself getting frustrated that he wasn’t giving her a straight answer. “What does that have to do with it?”

“Everything!” the centaur insisted. “The demigods who try to deceive us rarely feel guilty. They see our paths as a means to an end. Your friend is masking the lie with guilt, and suppressing it to a point where she was able to hide it from us. But right before we found you… the mask faded. It was why Nessos was so insistent on killing you. The second the mask faded, it was like a siren went off. All the centaurs felt it at once.”

Luz prided herself on being optimistic. It was one of the things she was known for. She always did her best to look on the bright side. But as Pholos talked, she started to put the pieces together. Who would feel guilty about lying to Luz? What happened right before the centaurs found them?

Pholos must have felt that Luz put it all together because he was quiet as they rode through the mountain. Luz turned her head to the centaurs trailing them and saw Amity sitting on the back of one with dark hair and a silver tunic. Amity locked eyes with her and gave Luz a little smile.

Luz turned her head back, unable to keep looking. They rode in silence for a few more minutes, before Pholos cleared his throat again.

“You know, I once had a hard time seeing the truth for what it was. Before I joined the centaurs on this mountain, I was a member of the Party Ponies. It took a long time for me to realize that I was only scratching the surface of what it meant to live. There is more to life than letting yourself stay in a place of complacency and happiness forever. There is no true freedom without taking a risk.”

“What do you mean?” Luz asked, hanging onto every word.

“It’s not easy,” Pholos said, looking back to smile reassuringly at Luz. “But sometimes the only way to understand the truth is to make yourself vulnerable to it. Then you’re able to make room for growth.”

Pholos turned his focus back on running, leaving Luz alone with her thoughts for a couple of minutes. She didn’t really understand what he was saying, but she supposed the being who was able to sense the lies from the truth knew what he was talking about. She just couldn’t shake the discomfort in her belly at the idea of confrontation. Luz didn’t want the optimistic part of her to be disappointed.

Life was never easy for Luz. If she dwelled on disappointment, it would swallow her whole.

She turned her head again and caught Amity talking with the centaur she was riding. They were engrossed in conversation, and Luz couldn’t help but smile when she saw Amity tip her head back and laugh.

Luz knew that even if Amity could trust her with the truth, she could make sure she knew to trust Luz when she was ready. Even if the truth would hurt Luz more than that poisoned arrow.

Pholos skidded to a halt, and Luz had to cling to him so she wouldn’t go flying off. When she looked up, she saw that Nessos had held up his hand to the centaurs, and they all huddled in a U shape around a safe enclosure of trees. Pholos nodded to Luz, and she slid off his back and hit the ground with a soft thump. Her friends had all done the same, and the four of them were now hiding behind a thick tree just near the edge of the clearing.

Luz peaked out and saw a rocky path leading towards a crevice in the side of the mountain. It was just like in Luz’s dream. The entrance was wide, easily over eight feet and it led straight into an open room Luz’s eyes couldn’t make out. There were the two bronze statues, and now that Luz got a closer look at them, she almost gasped out loud when she realized what they were.

Amity gently pinched her arm to stop her, and when Luz turned to look at her, and she shook her head, gesturing to just next to them.

There were two figures leaning against one of the statues, talking amicably. Luz couldn’t hear them, they were still much too far away, but she recognized both of them immediately.

The hulking figure in the white tank top from her dream, and the attractive boy with curly brown hair and a pearly smile.

Achilles and Theseus.

Standing right next to the massive bronze statues of Luz’s sword and Amity’s shield.

#the owl house #lumity #luz x amity #Percy Jackson AU #shelby speaks

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We’ll make sure to keep our activities going, to tell everyone about how Aqours is doing, about where Aqours is from - Inami Anju, Aida Rikako, and Saito Shuka’s unwavering resolve

First years interview: https://aikyan.dyreatic.moe/post/624225195452940288/before-a-new-departurekobayashi-aika-takatsuki

Third years interview: https://ganbaramen.tumblr.com/post/625147563563204608/their-intention-is-always-to-be-by-your-side-the

If I gave up, Chika-chan would stop growing too

Love Live! Sunshine!!’s school idol group, Aqours, has just celebrated its 5th anniversary. The “Aqours 5th Anniversary Jimo Ai! Take Me Higher Project”, which includes the franchise’s first dome tour, has also been announced.

Inami: I expected quite a few big things to happen, since it is our 5th anniversary. But even I was surprised at how huge the entire thing turned out to be.

Saito: There really is quite a lot happening, huh?

Aida: We have Aqours CLUB 2020 too, and…

Saito: There are so many things happening that I can’t wrap my head around them!

Inami: Since the phrase “Jimo Ai” is in the title itself, it’d be nice if I could shout out to everyone that we’ve come all the way from Numazu, loud and clear!

What did you think of “Fantastic Departure”, the theme song of the dome tour, when you first heard it?

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Aida: I feel like our songs have gotten more and more mature over the years.

Saito: Yeah, totally! It feels like our songs are growing alongside us.

Aida: Yeah, they’re songs from a genre that Aqours could never touch in the past.

Inami: It does seem like the melody was written to conform to current trends.

Aida: You’re right, it does sound pretty stylish. It also makes you want to dance to the beat.

Inami: As an artist, I feel like we’ve managed to establish exactly what it means to be Aqours. Of course, that includes the lyrics too!

Aida: You can just feel Hata Aki-san in every phrase!

Inami: Yeah, yeah! Especially the “dolphin” and “whale” lines.

Saito: Having words related to the ocean in the lyrics makes it feel really Aqours-like. I think it’s pretty interesting how there’s a gap between the mature-sounding melody and the lyrics.

How was the recording?

Inami: It was really tough…!

Aida: If I focus too much on singing in my character voice, my sense of rhythm goes haywire!

Inami: Yeah, that! When I first heard “Fantastic Departure!”, the first thing I worried about was how I’d sing it!

Aida: Our songs started becoming really difficult around “Jump up HIGH!”.

Saito: No matter the song, the first thing I think about is how You-chan would sing it, but you’re right, it was quite difficult at the start.

Inami: So what do you do?

Saito: I just sing the entire thing as You-chan.

Aida: For me, I let my character voice out when I can, and pay more attention to the rhythm when I need to. That leads to the up-and-downs in my voice, I guess?

Inami: For me, I try singing it once with my own voice, paying attention to the syllables I’d stress. This expands my horizons and gives me more ideas. After that, I try to think of even more ideas as Chika-chan, and that makes my singing more expressive, I guess?

Aida: I think it’s amazing how Chika-chan sounds like Chika-chan whenever she sings.

Inami: I’m so glad to hear that! I’m sure all of us feel the same way, but if there was something I couldn’t do and I gave up on it without trying, Chika-chan would stop growing too. Because I feel very strongly about not wanting to stop Chika-chan from growing and developing, I challenge myself and do my best in everything I do.

Everyone in Aqours is the type to just go for it instead of worrying about it

How about the coupling song, “Aqours Pirate Desire”?

Aida: The lyrics certainly are very forceful. Our lyrics used to be things like “Got it!” and “Heave-ho!” after all, so they’ve definitely have gotten a lot more forceful compared to back then. There’s that, and how the pitch has become really low. It’s almost a full octave lower, so I was certainly a little flustered at the start.

Saito: The first thing I thought after hearing it was, “It’s so low!”

Inami: Yeah, I was like, “Dang, this is gonna be a tough one” (laughs).

Saito: I couldn’t help but wonder whether You-chan would be able to do it. That’s why I asked them to let me listen to my own singing over and over again during the recording.

The song’s atmosphere gives off the impression of a rather wild Aqours.

Inami: You’re right. It’s the first time we’ve had “pirates” as the theme of a song, after all.

Saito: They told us to go all out with the coolness during the recording!

Aida: It is a rather cool song, after all.

Inami: Maybe it’d be nice for Aqours to appear on stage while showing off our cool side. Up until now, we’ve always had a refreshing, cheerful, or straightforward look, so I think it’d be pretty fun to show off Aqours’ unyielding and firm side too.

Aida: The atmosphere Aqours gives off has changed quite a bit too, huh?

Inami: Yeah. Personally, I want to show off even more different sides of Aqours!

Tell us about your favorite parts of each song.

Aida: I like how the lyrics of “Fantastic Departure!” tells a story of us not knowing what’s in store for us in the future. But after seeing many, many things on our way here, we still want to continue discovering what’s ahead of us, and that there are still places for us to go. That made me really happy, and they’re all phrases I really love.

Inami: I’m really glad that the lyrics strongly convey how Aqours will keep pushing forward while also giving off the feeling that this is a new start for us. For “Aqours Pirates Desire”, I like the phrases like “Snatch it for ourselves!”, phrases that Aqours has never really had before. What about you, You-chan (Saito-san)?

Saito: I guess I like the lyrics in the chorus of “Aqours Pirates Desire”. I feel like it really gives off the feeling that Aqours will do anything, that we want to be given the opportunity to do anything and everything.

Inami: All nine of us are the type of people to just go for it rather than worrying about it, and maybe that personality of ours got through to Hata-san as well. For “Aqours Pirates Desire”, I find the part where we say we’ll “sail the seven seas” and “go beyond even that” interesting. We don’t usually end our sentences so forcefully too, and the word “crossbones” really packs a punch… The song is just packed with the new Aqours.

Saito: Though Riko-chan’s a part of Guilty Kiss, so I guess she’s already used to the “crossbones” part.

Aida: I wonder… Though you have to admit that there’s something about how all nine of us can now perform a song like “Aqours Pirate Desire” together, and not just as our subunits.

Inami: Yeah. Most of the Aqours members already like cool songs, and that’s being put to good use here. Maybe we’ll be able to go even further with this concept now that we’ve sung this song, and that gets me really excited.

Aida: It’s quite interesting how although the song is quite stylish, it still feels undoubtedly like a “Love Live!” song when the nine of us sing it.

The entire arena dyed in orange: “Memories never fade”

This January, you performed at Love Live! Fest together with μ’s and the Nijigasaki School Idol Club, breaking the walls between the franchise’s groups. What left the deepest impression on you at Love Live! Fest?

Aida: Can I talk about something that happened when we were off-stage? It’s got to be μ’s “Snow halation”.

Inami & Saito: That really was something!

Inami: We were waiting on the ship for our turn to perform, and because we just enjoy ourselves fully once we’re on stage, the wait before we go on stage leaves the strongest impression on us.

Saito: Yeah, that. The peak of our emotions happened when we were waiting. At that moment, I just felt really glad that I was part of Aqours.

Aida: Seeing the arena glow orange during μ’s “Snow halation” made me realize that memories truly never fade. It’d be nice if we could make the people watching one of our lives feel the same way one day.

Inami: Maybe this dome tour is our first step to achieving that. I’m also really glad that we’ve become capable of considering “sometime in the future”.

Any memories of your own performance during Love Live! Fest?

Inami: When we appeared on stage on our ship, I was really thankful that we were here as Aqours. When I first heard that we’d be appearing on the ship, we talked it out and agreed that we wanted to dance. We acutely felt the meaning behind us having to live up to the animation, as well as the power the nine of us have together, so we wanted to put that in our dance on stage.

After our performance, what we saw from the ship felt really special, and that made me really glad that we performed on the ship. Realizing that made me emotional once again.

How about you, Aida-san, Saito-san?

Aida: We were the opening act for both days, kicking the performance off with “Mitaiken Horizon”. That left a very deep impression.

Saito: Love Live! Fest was our first time performing “Mitaiken Horizon”. Also, it had been quite some time since our last concert, so I was really nervous.

Inami: I knew that I’d be frustrated if we didn’t manage to capture the attention of the people in the audience who were seeing us for the first time. I really gave it my all to make sure that we fulfilled the role of being the opening act and passing the baton on to the next performers.

How were the performances by the members of the Nijigasaki School Idol Club? They even put on some solo performances, right?

Inami: It’s really amazing how they performed on stage alone!

Aida: Fest was right after their 1st Live (Love Live! Nijigasaki School Idol Club First Live “with You”) too. Adding on to that, they even performed on the same stage as μ’s did. So that’s quite something.

Saito: If that were me back when I first debuted, I’d probably be terrified.

Aida: Yeah. Just having the courage to perform solo on that stage is already really amazing.

Inami: Amidst an audience that’s focused on them, and only them, I could tell that they really wanted to dye the entire venue in each and every one of their colors. That was just really emotional.

“We’ve started communicating with just our eyes”: The second years are the balancers

After five years, do you feel like you’ve grown?

Saito: I guess I now know how to look better in photos?

Inami: That’s really important!

Saito: I used to look terrible in photos! But now, I realize that I'm at the point where if I spot the camera cranes during a concert, I'll be like “C'MON LOOK OVER HERE" (laughs).

Inami: I used to be bad with photos too… I really wish I could change my artist photo I took way back then.

Saito: Yeah! Seeing that photo being used for some TV performance just makes me want to scream: “Just change it already!”

Inami: Exactly. Also, I used to be a very negative person, but I’ve definitely become overwhelmingly more positive over the years. Chika-chan is cheerful no matter what, and nothing can break her. She has so many ideas that it’s almost funny, and she still influences me to this day!

Chika-chan is so positive that sometimes I wonder whether she even knows the meaning of the phrase “giving up”. She’s been pulling me along, in a good way. Even now, I still have a lot to learn from her actions.

Aida: For me, it’s definitely my stamina. I really had no stamina at the start. I think I was the worst among everyone in Aqours. Especially during our 1st Live (Love Live! Sunshine!! Aqours First LoveLive! ~Step! ZERO to ONE~), I’d lose my breath halfway through a song, and just singing my solo part was pure suffering.

But I could feel myself slowly becoming more fit, day by day. There are still times when I feel like it’s too much, but it doesn’t show on my face anymore, so I guess I’ve grown in that regard.

Inami: Yeah, I get you! I’m really glad that I can now perform “Kimi no Kokoro wa Kagayaiteru kai?” with a smile on my face the entire time (laughs).

Saito: “KimiKoko” is still pretty tough, even now…

Aida: Other than that, I feel like I’ve changed in lots of ways, so many that I can’t even begin to count.

Inami: During these five years as Aqours, every one of us has managed to take on and overcome different challenges, so I think about how much we’ve grown almost every day.

What do you think about the bond between the second years?

Aida: If we’re talking about the anime, the bond between the second years really solidified around “Aye-aye, My Friend” (episode 11 of the first season of the anime). I feel like after that, we took on the role of watching over the other year groups, with You-chan and Riko-chan supporting Chika-chan together.

Inami: And Chika-chan just throws her everything at anything she’s doing.

If I were to talk about myself, I’ve become much better at grasping Chika-chan’s emotions during our concerts. I’ve become able to find joy and perform songs alongside both of them with a smile on my face, even though they used to be songs where just singing and dancing took all my effort and concentration. I guess that’s when I feel the bond between us.

Aida: For me, because I know that their dances will definitely be perfect, I feel like I have no choice but to keep up with them.

Saito: Our songs as the second years are really energetic, so that shows how close we are.

What’s something that you’d never lose at versus the other year groups?

Inami: How we can be both playful and serious at the same time! That’s something I love about us too.

Saito: When push comes to shove, we’ll definitely get things done, but when we joke around, we go all out too.

Inami: Yup. We’ll mostly be fine, no matter what happens. We’re able to follow up on absolutely anything.

Aida: That’s also because of how much we trust each other.

Saito: We’ve started communicating by our gazes alone a lot more recently, right?

Inami: We can tell what the others are thinking just by looking at their eyes.

Aida: Working together as a year group feels really reassuring, in a different way from when we’re together as nine or in our subunits.

Inami: Even without talking it out, we’ll end up saying, “OK, we’ll give it a try, we’re fine!”. That’s why it’s really easy to be with this group.

Saito: The three of us as a group are pretty balanced, huh?

Inami: Yeah. Because the three of us often have to keep the conversation going during MCs and such, we have quite a lot in common. When my mind is completely occupied with reading the script in front of me, the two of them will follow up or respond to what I say with something appropriate. That’s something I can really count on, so I get to enjoy myself during livestreams and such with them around!

That, and our sense of time is pretty similar. Just when I start thinking that our MC segment during a concert has gotten a bit too long, and that now’s a good time to wrap things up, Riko-chan (Aida-san) will wrap up the conversation, and so on...

Aida: That’s something I tend to do… I’m the type to want to move on to the next thing right away. That, and to stop the first years from going on any longer (laughs).

Inami: It’s clear-cut, easy to understand, and interesting. I really like that part of you (laughs). You-chan is really good at following up when I pass the baton to her, so I can throw a topic at her without worrying too much. That’s why I feel like we’re balanced as a group. No matter what happens, our energy levels are just right, and I think that’s one of the second years’ strong points.

Be proud of the fact that you made our dome tour possible!

There’s still some time before we get the full details, but is there anything in particular that you’d like to do for your dome tour?

Aida: We’ve ridden on a ship and a steam locomotive, so I wonder what’s next.

Inami: If we’re going with the lyrics, it’s going to be a whale next. How about whales in our member colors?

Saito: I feel like people will just wonder what we’re riding on (laughs).

Aida: I guess I want to try all kinds of things without being constrained by what we’ve done up until now. Since being able to do a dome tour isn’t a given, I’d like to reflect on the fact that we’ve been given the chance to do this and leave no regrets behind.

Inami: Aside from our numbered lives, we’ve also been given the opportunity to perform an Asia tour and fan meetings. And now we have a country-wide dome tour; I think that’s really amazing. That’s why I’d like this tour to be one where we enchant everyone with Aqours’ radiance.

Saito: I wanna mess around during a concert…

Inami: Yeah, I do want to play around with some of the songs. Of course, there are songs with the choreography set in stone, so we’ll show that off when we can, and mess around when we can.

Aida: It’d be nice if the concert were something like a festival.

Inami: Yeah! I want the tour to be one that’d get everyone’s heart pumping, one that’ll make everyone in the audience realize their love for Aqours and the songs we perform!

Is there anything you’d like to be able to do by the time the dome tour starts?

Inami: There are quite a few songs that we haven’t performed yet, right?

Aida: I think there’s more than ten of them. Like “Bouken Type A, B, C!!”, “KOKORO Magic ‘A to Z’”, and “Dance with Minotaurus”.

Saito: Yeah! I can’t wait for “Dance with Minotaurus”.

Aida: That, and some more new songs, right?

Saito: The Aqours CLUB song too.

Inami: …Wow (laughs). They’re all songs with different styles and genres too, right?

Saito: Yeah. Especially the tour’s theme song.

Aida: The bridge seems pretty tough too.

Inami: Err… As soon as we can perform our new songs, I hope we can have fun while performing them! (laughs)

I’m sure your fans are looking forward to the 5th anniversary project too.

Saito: I was actually pretty surprised myself. We definitely only managed to make a dome tour happen thanks to everyone supporting us.

I’m really excited that we’ll be able to perform at huge venues, but I’ll make sure to not forget my roots too. To do that, I’m already thinking about re-watching the first and second seasons of the anime, as well as the movie before the tour kicks off. So, I hope everyone reading does the same too! Also, do watch over Aqours, who’ve surely leveled up since our 5th anniversary!

Aida: I never expected to be able to put on such a large-scale concert for our 5th anniversary. It's definitely thanks to all the fans who have been supporting us all this time that we're being given the opportunity to do this.

I think all of our fans should be proud of themselves because they’re the ones who brought Aqours all the way here to our dome tour. I hope to make this tour one where I get to express my gratitude to everyone, and I look forward to your support!

Inami: I hope even more people get to know about “Love Live! Sunshine!!” and Aqours through this interview, and I’d be glad if we left an impression on you. Aqours is in the process of challenging ourselves in all kinds of directions, and I think there are still many words and songs we can bring to everyone.

Although we already have an anime and a movie, personally, I want to start writing a new story with the nine of us in Aqours! With that desire in my heart, in order to tell everyone about how Aqours is doing, and about where Aqours lives, I’ll make sure to keep our activities going. I’d be grateful if you’d come along to witness Aqours’ world for yourself, and I’ll do my best to gain your support from now on as well!

What are the charm points of each of the second years?

Inami Anju -> Aida Rikako

Aqours is a group of voice actresses, actresses, singers, and many more, so all of us had different levels of experience when we first started out. Riko-chan (Aida-san) was never constrained by any of those roles, and she has a very clear idea of what she wants to do as “Aida Rikako”. I thought she seemed rather mature.

What’s more, Riko-chan really loves acting, and I myself love acting too. As we attended more recordings together, we gained the ability to throw all kinds of different lines at each other.

Throughout these five years, I think the person I’ve always talked with the most about “what I should do for Aqours” is Riko-chan. No matter what I talk to her about, she’ll definitely reply with a message or some idea that’s uniquely hers. What she says is very encouraging. We’ve been pouring out our love for acting and our characters together this entire time, so I think she’s the person I can open my heart to most easily.

Inami Anju -> Saito Shuka

You-chan (Saito-san) is very friendly, and since she’s the closest to me in age, from the very start our relationship was somewhat similar to that of childhood friends—just like our characters. Although she’s friendly, she knows where to draw the line, and she’s the type to take the feelings of the people around her into consideration without realizing it.

She never lets it show, but she’s really responsible. She’s really serious, and I believe she was given the leapfrog (in “Kimi no Kokoro wa Kagayaiteru kai?”) and the center position for the 2nd single, “Koi ni Naritai AQUARIUM”, because she always challenges herself to do her best.

All three of us second years are serious, and we’re all balancers, so we just grew closer naturally without needing to work ourselves up over it too much. In the end, I usually have the responsibility of wrapping the conversation up. But both of them always watch over me by my side, to share in that burden of mine. There are things that I’d only share with the two of them, and all three of us have worries that only the other two understand. But, even if we don’t put them explicitly into words, we somehow can understand each other, and our emotions resonate with one another. So, I really appreciate and trust both of them.

Aida Rikako -> Inami Anju

When Aqours was first formed, Anchan was still a teenager, but she was the perfect leader from the very start. She really has her life together, and she has no weaknesses whatsoever. I was actually quite worried for her at the start… To me, it looked as if she constantly had a huge weight on her shoulders. But, at some point, it looked like the weight was lifted off her shoulders, and she became better at depending on the people around her. So, I think she managed to strike a good balance.

That, and she cares the most about the other Aqours members. She’ll be the first to come to our rescue no matter what happens, and she’ll be the first to notice and follow up if someone is feeling down. She’s really mature and dependable, despite being three years younger than me (laughs). When we’re performing together, I feel like I can leave everything to her, and our performances only manage to happen because of her.

Aida Rikako -> Saito Shuka

She’s so capable that you wouldn’t think that she’s the youngest. She’s been hard-working ever since our 1st Live, and the professional attitude of the other two second years is something I really need to push myself to keep up with.

Shuka will never let her exhaustion show on her face; she’s always smiling. She’s usually the mood maker, the energetic one in the group, but she actually pays a lot of attention to her surroundings. She’s also a kind girl who’s capable of noticing the subtle changes in the facial expressions of the people around her.

Saito Shuka -> Inami Anju

Even among the nine of us, she pays a lot of attention to crafting her role. Since Anju’s the leader, I’m sure she felt a lot more pressure than the rest of us when we just started off. But, she managed to overcome that together with Chika-chan, and she’s now our dependable leader. Aqours would be nothing without Anju as our leader, and we can rest assured because she’s our leader.

Saito Shuka -> Aida Rikako

How she pays attention to her surroundings, and how she always has her life together. That, and I really like how she’s a little out of it (laughs). Because she’s serious, there are times when my jokes don’t get through to her, but that’s because she really values the franchise as a whole, and because she has a very strong will. I like the ups and downs in her personality.

Q&A with Inami Anju, the voice of Takami Chika

Q1) Tell us something you love about Takami Chika-chan!

There’s too many, so this is going to be hard… Among the many things, I really love how she’ll never break, and how she can continue chasing her own radiance for her entire life.

Q2) Is there something you want, or something you want to do right now?

I guess it’d be time.

That, and I really want to get a scuba-diving license someday. When I first experienced it through one of the interviews for “Love Live! Sunshine!!”, I was told that I had a knack for it. Seeing a sunfish in Numazu’s oceans is one of my dreams!

Q3) Is there a book or a game that you’ve been hooked on recently?

Because I’ve been casted in “Boku no Hero Academia” (as Toga Himiko in the stage play), I’ve been reading it recently. If it’s a game, it’s gotta be “Pokémon”.

Q4) What did you want to be when you were a child?

This is really embarrassing (laughs), but a pâtissier. Oh, that, and becoming a mermaid. That was a serious dream of mine.

Q5) What do you normally do on your days off?

Sleep, play games, work out, and go for chiropractic sessions. There are some days where I just spend the day taking care of my body.

Q&A with Aida Rikako, the voice of Sakurauchi Riko

Q1) Tell us what you like about Sakurauchi Riko-chan!

How she really cares for Chika-chan. She’s always the first to notice if Chika-chan’s feeling down. Of course, she loves everyone in Aqours, and she’s always caring for everyone. I like how she’s usually the support for all of the Aqours members.

Q2) Is there something you want, or something you want to do right now?

It’s not easy to do this at this point in time, but I want to go on a solo trip someday.

I’ve always wanted to visit France. I love “The Rose of Versailles”, and I really want to visit the Palace of Versailles. Also, visiting some hot springs would be nice.

Q3) Is there a book or a game that you’ve been hooked on recently?

“The Promised Neverland”. I’ve always liked the comics in “Young Jump”. I also have the complete set of “GIGANT”.

Q4) What did you want to be when you were a child?

A singer.

That was my first dream, though along the way I became open to more than just singing.

Q5) What do you normally do on your days off?

I don’t set an alarm and sleep in until midday. Then, I watch TV, and just laze around mostly. I usually don’t go anywhere except for places around my house, so if I had the entire day free, I’d like to visit a shopping mall or something a little further from where I live.

Q&A with Saito Shuka, the voice of Watanabe You

Q1) Tell us what you like about Watanabe You-chan!

Can I talk about something physical…? (laughs) Since she’s in the swimming club and the school idol club at the same time, I really admire her discipline, and I also really like how strongly she feels about wanting to do something together with Chika-chan, and how she really cares for her friends.

Recently, I’ve really taken a liking to her curves.

She’s not too fat but not too thin; her body is the epitome of a healthy high school girl, and that’s really great!

In episode eleven of the first season of the anime, “Aye-aye, My Friend”, there’s a scene where the camera focuses on her thighs; the thought that went through my mind was, “That’s perfect!”. Her face also looks really pretty from the side. I like how she’s so beautiful that I don’t even have the words to describe it (laughs).

Q2) Is there something you want, or something you want to do right now?

I wanna go to a grilled meat place for some beef tongue! If the beef tongue is sliced thinly, I could eat that forever. But, I’ve started asking for a larger portion of rice with my meals, like a high school boy, so I think it’s about time for me to start cutting down.

Q3) Is there a book or a game that you’ve been hooked on recently?

I’ve liked this for the longest time, but “Bokura ga Ita (We Were There)”. I really love the character Yano Motoharu from “Bokura ga Ita”, and I seriously wonder whether he’d appear in real life. My brain is infected with shoujo manga, so I really want the heart-throbbing scenes in shoujo mangas to happen to me too.

Q4) What did you want to be when you were a child?

I really wanted to say “an idol”, but that was embarrassing, so I said I wanted to become a preschool teacher. But, ever since I was a child, I was dancing in the center for the dances we did in preschool performances, and I often thought that someday I’d become someone who’d be performing on stage.

Q5) What do you normally do on your days off?

I guess I go shopping by myself most of the time. Recently, I’ve started using my days off to go for massages or to visit a beautician, to keep my body in top shape. Most of the time I end up shopping somewhere on the way back.

TL: xIceArcher

TLC: arbshortcake

QC: Cornsplosion, Yujacha

#love live #love live sunshine #aqours #inami anju #anchan #aida rikako #rikyako #saito shuka #shukashuu

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BTS Your First Time (Maknae Line)

A/n: finally, the thrilling conclusion I need Gatorade

Warnings: unprotected sex, loss of virginity, virgin! Jungkook

Word Count: 2398

Jimin

You haven't told Jimin that you're a virgin, but every time things get heated and you ask him to slow down, he backs off immediately

You feel safe knowing that he's interested in more than just your body, so when he lingers kissing you goodnight, you murmur in his ear, "Do you want to stay over?"

It's cute how eagerly he nods, eyes widening

You end up on the couch, straddling his lap and kissing him over and over, and when he slides his hand up your shirt to unhook your bra with one hand, you don't stop him

When your breasts are free he puts his mouth on your nipple, tugging at it with his teeth through the thin fabric of your top and you dig your nails into his shoulders

Eventually you end up naked on your bed and he is kissing down your body when you panic a little and decide to tell him

"Hey, Jiminie?"

"Hmm?" He looks up at you dreamily from between your legs, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, and you bite your lip

"I need to tell you something. I'm a...I've never...this is my first time." You blurt out.

Jimin looks shocked for a moment, then a smile spreads across his face

"Really? Oh, Jagi, this makes me so happy. I'm the first? You want me to be the first?"

You nod. "I do. But if it's too much...too...weird, I'll understand."

Jimin almost looks offended and crawls up on the bed to kiss you slow and sweet

"What are you talking about? This is perfect! I love that I'll be the first to touch you...to be inside you..." His voice drops as octave as he trails a hand down your body from the outer swell of your breast to your hipbone

He slides a finger into you, pressing his thumb on your clit

He's moaning as loud as you are

"You're so tight around my finger...I can't imagine what you'll feel like around my cock."

"Why don't you find out?" You breathe, arching your back as his skilled fingers work

Jimin swallows hard. "Now? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Jimin, please...I want you."

His eyes light up but he still looks a bit worried as he lines up at your entrance. "Tell me if it hurts, okay? Promise?"

"I promise."

He guides himself into you slow, letting out a long whining moan

He will hold himself back so that you can adjust but the sounds coming from his throat are so pornographic you involuntarily start to clench your walls around him

"Jesus, Jagi, you can't do that, I can't..." He's breathless, arms shaking with the effort it takes to hold back

A thrill shoots through you knowing you can affect him this way and you do it again, on purpose this time

Jimin's whiny moan turns into an almost growl that makes your stomach flood with heat

"You...you did that on purpose. You tease. You naughty girl. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

You can't help your grin, shaking your head

Jimin starts to move at a steady pace, burying his face in your neck, sucking marks there, moaning into your ear, and he's leaned forward, pressing just the right amount of pressure on your clit with each stroke

"Ah, Jimin, faster, please, you're gonna make me..." You trail off as he slams into you once, twice, and then you're arching your back and locking your ankles around his waist, moaning out his name

You haven't even realized he's come inside you until he pulls out to run to get you a towel, kissing all over your face

"I love you, Jagi, you were amazing. So tight... I'll last longer next time, yeah?"

Taehyung

You'd told Taehyung about wanting to wait for a bit, and he'd been nothing but respectful...maybe too respectful

Other than a few hot and heavy kisses, he seemed content with just hugging you goodbye at the door and kissing your forehead...but you were not content with that after a while

You wanted more, and Taehyung was so sweet and considerate you weren't afraid

"Come in for tea," you say, holding both of his hands, but he ducks his head

"Aw, Jagi, I shouldn't."

"You really should. I have something to show you."

He cocks his head, confused, but he follows you inside

You leave him sitting on your couch with his tea and rush to the bathroom to take off your clothes and fluff your hair, touch up your makeup

You take a deep breath and walk out naked

Taehyung looks up and chokes on his tea, fumbling with it to put it down on the table, looking down and covering his eyes with his hands

"Jagi! You...you can't...this isn't fair!" He sputters

"Why not?" Your heart is racing and your instinct is to cover yourself but you don't, just take a few steps closer to him

"I'm trying to be a gentleman," he mutters, and that's when you take one of his hands from his face and place it high up on your inner thigh

"I don't want you to be a gentleman, Tae."

He peeks at you through his long fingers, swallowing hard

You move his hand up even higher and he instinctively cups your pussy, making you moan out

He drops his hand from his face, wetting his lips with his tongue

"Oh, Jagi, you're so hot and wet..." His voice is low and rumbling in his chest. "Could I...could I taste you? Would that be all right?"

He looks up into your eyes for any sign you might be uncomfortable

You nod empathetically and he's parting your thighs gently with both hands and licking a stripe up your skirt in a minute flat

You're trembling all over, heat coiling in your belly and he keeps moaning low in his throat

"You taste so good, Jagi. I'm so lucky to be the first to taste you, yeah?"

He suddenly latches on to your clit, sucking gently, and you cry out and brace your hands on his shoulders, coming in just a couple of minutes, clawing at his shirt

He keeps lapping at you and making those noises, arms now wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him

"Taehyung...my knees are gonna buckle," you gasp out, and he stands up and picks you up bridal style, dropping you gently on the bed and he starts crawling toward you like a panther and spreads your legs again to go back to his task but you grab his hair and tug on it a little and he jerks his head up, eyes wide

"I want you."

Taehyung is frowning, brow furrowed, as he climbs up his body to kiss the corner of your mouth

You reach between your bodies to cup him through his pants and he's so hard already

He hisses in a breath. "I just want to please you, Jagi, I don't need..." But he's bucking into your hand and when you unbutton his pants he doesn't protest, leans up on his arms so that you can pull him out, eyes widening at his size, moving your hand up and down, curious, and he bucks his hips again, sliding against your stomach, letting out a long, deep moan

You get bolder at how affected he seems and you guide his cock down to slip him against your folds, whimpering at how hot and hard he feels against you

"Jagi...are you sure? We can wait, I'm in no rush..."

His body is betraying his words as he keeps sliding up and down you, licking his lips as he looks down into your eyes

"I'm sure, Taehyung, please..." You grab his cock and guide it to your entrance and he slides in to you slowly, but he doesn't stop, burying himself in you to the hilt, making the most sinful noises

"Oh, God, Jagiya, you're so perfect, were you made to fit me?"

You whine and buck under him and he starts to move faster, blowing his bangs back from his face

"Jagi, I'm so close already, see what you do to me? I can't come without you, that would be ungentlemanly."

He leans up suddenly and licks his index and middle finger, reaching down to rub at your clit fast, and you cry out his name

His hips stutter and he bites his full lower lip. "Ah, Jagi, you're so beautiful moaning my name. You know I love you, yeah?"

All you can do is nod frantically as something snaps in you and you're coming around him just as he moans deep in his throat and his thrusts get sloppy

"I love you too, Tae," you say in a hoarse whisper, but it's enough and he comes inside you, kissing you hard and moaning into your mouth

He kisses all over your face and collarbone, making you giggle, staying inside you as long as you'll let him, murmuring apologies

You tell him it didn't hurt, that he was perfect

"I was just trying to keep up, Jagi. You're the perfect one."

Jungkook

You don't think to tell your boyfriend Jungkook that you're a virgin because at first, he's pretty shy

When he starts to get comfortable with you, sometime shortly after your first kiss, your goodnights get hot and heavy but it always ends with him leaving, all flushed face and not looking directly at you

You even start to get bolder, grabbing his hardness through his sweats while you're making out and he starts kissing you so hard it makes you dizzy, hand up one leg of your shorts, working your clit between two fingers

Around the third time this happens you're in his bed and you suddenly want more, more than just his fingers although they've brought you to orgasm twice already

You're on the edge of the bed with him pumping two fingers in and out of you fast, and you sit up and yank down his sweats and underwear, letting his cock spring free

He looks down at you, shocked, and lets out a quiet moan when you wrap your fingers around his base

You're curious and take him in your mouth as deep as you can, and Jungkook's hips twitch violently

"Oh fuck, babe, your mouth!"

He's almost shouting and there's something so hot about how he's affected so easily, about how he hardens even more in your mouth and you move your head up and down

He throws his head back and gasps in a breath like he's drowning

"Wait, wait...." He takes your face in his hands and you come off him with a pop

"What's wrong? Am I doing it wrong?"

Jungkook shakes his head vigorously. "No, no... you're doing it too right, babe. I... I've never done this before. Any of it."

You're shocked for a moment before you breathe a big sigh of relief

"Me either."

Jungkook's eyes widen in surprise

"You... you're a virgin?"

You nod. "But I don't want to be any more. That is, if you want to."

"Of...Of course I want to," Jungkook stutters. "Are you sure?"

You nod and realize you still have your hand wrapped around his cock and start stroking slow

"Oh, God," Jungkook breathes

You let him go and he lets out a little whine that makes your face heat up

You back up onto the bed and spread your thighs, beckoning him with one finger

"I can't believe this is happening..." Jungkook mutters and crawls toward you, planting kisses on your inner thighs and sliding his finger into you again

"You're so tight..." He says, almost in awe, looking down at your pussy

"Just go slow, okay?" You're starting to get nervous

Jungkook's eyes shoot to your face

"We don't have to do this, babe. We can wait.."

You shake your head. "I want this. I want you. Do you want me?"

He looks at you like you're crazy. "Of course! I want you so bad..."

He slides into you and his face looks like he is almost in pain

It doesn't hurt, just feels like you're stretching somehow in all the right ways. "How does it feel?" You ask, worried by his silence

"You feel....God you're so hot...so tight...oh fuck, I'm going to come in three minutes tops, you feel so fucking good..." He trails off and starts to move his hips slowly, and you feel him sliding against a part of you that you've never felt touched before and it sends heat shooting up your body

"Oh, Jungkook," you moan, and he reacts viscerally to his name on your lips, pumping his hips faster, sloppy

"Y/n, oh God I'm so sorry I can't... I'm gonna come..."

You're fascinated by the strangled sound of his voice, the way he's throwing his head back and getting up on his knees to fuck you harder, hands firm on your hips and you feel bold enough to reach down and rub your clit, wanting some kind of release

Jungkook has his eyes squeezed shut but when he looks down at you he groans loud

"Fuck, baby, you look so hot, God, I wanna fill you up....can I? Please?"

He's fucking you almost desperately now, watching you with blown pupils

He starts fucking you even harder and you come around him, crying out, and his eyelids flutter shut again

"You're clenching around me like a vice, Jesus fuck you feel like heaven, Y/n, please..."

He's babbling and you're not sure what he needs from you so you spread your legs a bit wider

"Come inside me, Jungkook," you say in a low tone, and he's crying out your name over and over and you feel wetness on your inner thighs

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mutters, rolling off you and throwing a forearm over his eyes

You're suddenly shy, nervous, biting your lip

"Was I okay?"

He twists his head to look at you

"Okay? You were amazing, babe. I thought I was going to explode. I can't believe I'm so lucky. I love you so much."

He will 100% wake you up begging for sex in three hours

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