#his leg pattern looks like a snake wrapped around his leg hehe……

[nappinen]

the scrunkly…..scrimblo, even

[erensproudsimp]

Chef D'œuvre

Jean kirstein x Reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Content Warnings:Fluff, Sex on a canvas, established relationship, teasing Jean hehe, dirty talk, ultimate smut + this isn't proofread

Summary: Restraining Jean from touching you the whole day, a candle light dinner in the evening leading to sex on a canvas? The idea of Jean as an artist is just so hot.

Word count:4.1k

Fanart is by artworkbyzuli on insta

Cross-posted on ao3

Colorful tainted tiles, the smell of fresh paint hovering in the air, early hours of sunshine filtering from the beige curtains to fall on his face highlighting his features as his eyes concentrated on the canvas. Blanc frames waiting to be hued with a meaning or not. Teeth clenching, his jawline apparent, he looked like a Greek God, his brush being his weapon, almost out of this world. Shirt glued on his body like a second skin layer bringing out his honed muscled body, Jean truly was a work of art spreading his magnificence on cloth and paper. Standing by the door frame in his shirt two times bigger than your figure, you admired your boyfriend, his back facing you, drowned in his own world of aesthetic in his studio.

Tiptoeing to him, you wrapped your arms around his torso, your cheek pressed on his back catching him off-guard. You took a quick whiff of him. Sandalwood with a faint citrus.

"Woah there, good morning baby, did you have a good night sleep?" Jean's hoarse voice almost made your legs lose their balance. His free hand caressing your arms, you hummed as a simple yes still intoxicated by his scent.

"I'm going to go prepare breakfast, I'll call for you when I'm done." Jean gave you a quick forehead kiss before you left the room.

Cracking some eggs in the pan, you connected your phone to the speaker in the house to play some music while you proceeded to put fruits in the blender to make smoothies. Swaying your body to the music at the same time lip-syncing to the words, you spread butter on slices of bread unaware of Jean's presence behind you. The man crossed his arms, leaning on the wall he admired your actions which were nothing but alluring to him.

What made it even more hot to him was the fact that you were wearing his shirt. At first in the studio, he didn't realise but now that he noticed, he couldn't help but smirk to himself. He took in the way his shirt was practically floating on you, the flashbacks of last night suddenly raced through his mind. The way you were moaning his name, grabbing the sheets tightly as you let him take control of you made him take a deep breath before he approached you.

Now it was his turn to return you the hug from earlier. Surprised by him, he didn't leave you a second to react to his abrupt act of affection, he moved your hair to the side to plant a kiss on your neck making you shiver. His arms tightened around you just as his kisses went deeper all through your neck.

"y/n," his hot breath unsteady.

"Je-Jean, the eggs are gonna burn," you breathed.

"The only thing burning right now is my urge to fuck you right on this counter," Jean whispered in your ear almost making you lose your thinking pattern.

"Jean, I'm serious," you tried to wingle from his grasp to save your omelettes and placed them on two separate plates.

Jean looked at you disappointedly as though a puppy who had just lost its toy.

"Aww don't look at me like that, gimme a kiss, come on," you opened your arms, encouraging him to come to you.

Gladly he did and locked his lips in an instant.

"Jump," Jean demanded in between the makeout and you, of course, obeyed.

Your legs around his hips, sloppy lips fighting for dominance, Jean pressed your ass on the kitchen island. His arms snaking up and down your thighs, giving them a light squeeze here and there.

"Your legs are pretty, but they would be prettier on my shoulders hmm," his voice laced with a passion so hot like molten lava.

Your insides now ignited with flame, you pushed your hips into his by closing in your legs wrapped around him. Hard. Mischievousness coursed through your mind as you wanted to tease him for making you flushed.

"Want my legs over you? well catch them if you can," with that said, you jumped off the kitchen island freeing yourself from his clutches to run away from him.

"Hey! Get back here! I'm not done with you! " Jean called after you, laughing as he chased you down the corridors. A soft genuine laugh emitting from him when you threw pillows from the sofas at him to halt his movements only for him to catch the items and throw it back at you like a snowball fight.

A grin plastered on your face when you finally got tired of the running and collapsed on the floor with Jean kneeling beside you equally euphoric. The happiness was mainly because he felt so much at peace seeing your smile.

"Got ya," he breathed from exhaustion, encircling his arms around your waist and pulling you close so that he could rest his chin on your shoulder.

"You're so warm," Jean nuzzled his nose into your neck.

"Speaking of warmth, our food's getting cold in the kitchen, hurry up we need to eat," you mentioned.

"The only thing I want to eat right now is you-" you cut him off with your index finger pressed on his soft lips.

"Jean, I swear to god, let's go," you pushed him from back because he was trying to grab your ass, however, you receded.

"Your hands were so small on my back, but I'd prefer them jerking my dic-" again you shut him up by shoving toast bread in his mouth to save you from further embarrassment.

"Y/n baby, I need you so bad right now," he said swallowing that bread hard as your eyes widen.

From the look in his eyes, you could tell that this man was sexually frustrated, certainly because of your actions earlier but you didn't expect him to be so thirsty.

For a brief moment, a thought came up to you, basically telling you to refuse his current wishes to make him further agitated just so that you ravish the feeling of him taking the pent-up anger out harder on you later. Perfect plan, you internally agreed to yourself.

"Oh you need me badly? How about you show me that at night, okay?"a light smirk stretching the corner of your mouth.

" Y/n, I need you now, like right now, I can't wait till night or anything," Jean whined. How cute.

"Aww, you're that desperate baby? You can't hold yourself back? I thought you were tougher than this,"you cooed.

" Y/n, I can see damn well what you're trying to do, so stop messing with me please, "Jean reached out to grab your face only for you to pull back. Not going to lie that did hurt you when you saw the disappointed look on his face, yet, oddly that made you feel and realise the control you had over him and goddamn this felt good.

"Okay then, how about a little bit of challenge for you? If you manage to keep your hands off me the entire day and that includes any sort of contact, I'll make a surprise for you tonight as a reward. And if you lose then no sex for you until the next day baby. Deal?"

"Now that's going to be hard as hell but your surprises never fail to entertain me so deal."

"That was quick of you," you commented shaking his hand as a way of signing the contract.

"I just know that you're going to do something remarkable that will blow my mind so I'm simply looking forward to it."

His hopes were ridiculously high for the reward and luckily you already had something in mind for tonight.

After breakfast, Jean wasted no time to rush into his studio to keep you out of his sight. That was going to be a little too easy for him to win in this way. Not that you didn't want him to win, you couldn't help but want to push him to his limits. While you were scavenging your mind for the perfect way to catch him off guard, you heard a knock at the door. Outside was the postman with a package which seemed to be a delivery of one of the various things you kept buying online.

Taking the parcel inside, you opened it to find something that made you smiled evilly. It was a black transparent two pieces lingerie with lace straps. Not a second was wasted for you to change into that. To hide your plans, you wore a bathrobe and tiptoed to the studio.

Inside, Jean clearly concentrated on drawing when you creaked open the door, his attention now on you.

"Y/n why are you wearing a bathrobe in the middle of the da- oh-"

Right at that moment, you removed the robe letting it fall to your feet to unveil the marvel that was hidden inside of it.

Jean's breath hitched in his throat.

"You have no idea how badly I want to scream right now,"his pencil falling out of his hand, he covered his face with his hand and took a step back from you. He rubbed his temples as he inhaled deeply.

"Fuck y/n, why are you doing this to me?"he looked at you from up to down as though he was eating you up with his eyes, capturing every inch of what he's seeing and burning it into his memory.

"Do you like what you see?" your hands on your hips as you leaned on the wall.

"You have no idea."

You chucked and approached him slowly.

"If only I could touch you right now, you have no idea of what I'd do to you," Jean put his hands into the pockets of his pants to try to contain himself from not jumping on you like a hungry wolf who hasn't eaten in weeks.

Clacking your black heels on the cold tiles, your hands meticulously moving on your hips, you diminished the distance between you two. One foot difference. Jean licked his teeth from inside closed mouth and opened it slightly to let out hot breath, sustaining the proximity but you could see the intensity in his eyes.

"I can't stop staring, please y/n, "

"Where's the fun in that? I wanted to see you all hopeless for me and you're doing a pretty good job resisting," your finger pointing at his growing bulge.

Blowing air from his mouth, his hands on his hips, he walked to and fro.

"Is this the surprise you were telling me about in the morning?"

"Of course not, the surprise is bigger than this. I just wanted to give you a little sneak peak thought since I love you so much and don't want to kill you with a heart attack," you giggled twirling a strand of your hair. His eyes went big.

"If that's the case, you better prepare yourself for tonight because you seriously don't know what I'm going to do to you," Jean licked his lips.

"Can't wait," you blew him a kiss while you strolled out of the room, his eyes still fixated on the lingerie.

Not only did what happened turned you on, but it also motivated you to start the preparations for Jean to wreck you till you couldn't walk. Changing into pajamas for comfort, you took out scented candles of your preference and placed them on the nightstands and dressing table in the bedroom.

Jean's POV

'What the hell was y/n even thinking pulling that move on me? '

Sighing deeply I looked at my boner.

"Now what am I going to do of you? Jerk off to the memory of y/n in that black lingerie?"

On second thought, that doesn't sound bad, except for the fact that he was in an art studio.

Gosh, was he not turned when he first saw you in that. The way the cloth surrounded your soft breasts, decorating them to be perhaps the most flawless thing he'd ever seen or the way your stance screamed if confidence. He couldn't decide which of them were hotter.

The little ribbons on the strap did nothing but make you more erotic. How did you even manage to look that good, is a mystery that he will never discover.

"I really got the best of the best for me huh," Jean smiled to himself.

His art failed in front of you. Null and void. In his eyes you were the definition of what a beauty goddess was, hence proving that beauty indeed lied in the eyes of the beholder. Despite your imperfections which nonetheless still made you impeccable, Jean always attempted in copying your sublimity yet in vain.

Without a doubt, you were the best Muse he's ever had in his life. One day hoping that he would finally do you justice and be able to recreate his image of you in his mind on cloth, Jean kept trying albeit failing each time. However, he would absolutely never give up.

Collecting himself from the recent impact, he picked up his pencil from the ground and as much as he wanted to concentrate on his drawing of you, he couldn't prevent himself from picturing you from back then. You were beyond gorgeous. Maybe, that exactly was the inspiration he needed.

"I need to take a bath," Jean said to himself. Luckily there were two bathrooms in the house, as he wouldn't want to interrupt you while you were busy making whatever surprise.

To be honest, Jean was as impatient as you and full on ready to be taken by surprise by you.

Your POV

"Okay I've cleaned the room spotless, scented it, changed the sheets of the bed, took out towels and now time to bring the big thing,"you checked off everything on your mentally made-up list before you could continue.

Rushing to the wardrobe, you took out the art supplies required for the sex painting. Canva isn't the comfiest option for sex but you knew that it will all be worth the work at the end.

You honestly couldn't wait to see Jean's reaction to this.

Since the mattress can get a little colorful, you didn't want to run the risk of ruining the bedding either, you rather placed the sheet of canva on the carpeted floor that was still easy to the body. Laying down a cloth, that you taped so that it wouldn't dislocated when things get moving, on top of which you placed the canva and towels around it as well as a trail of towels towards the bathroom so that clean up of the post-art would be rendered easier.

"Okay now that everything is settled, let's go take a bath and prep myself up," you muttered to yourself, locking the door from the inside so that Jean wouldn't accidentally enter it.

-Time skip-

A private dinner in your dwelling makes for an magical evening. Silk sheet on the table, napkins neatly pleated on the white plates surrounded by tableware. Incorporating flower petals, slow romantic harmonious music, and low lighting to create the right atmosphere you as well added string lights for an added touch of enchantment. Aphrodisiac food was the obvious choice, you thought, placing down the lobster in the middle. Wine in glasses twinkling to the fairy lights for a further sizzle.

Not long until Jean made his appearance in a suit, top buttons of his shirt loose while you were in a black dress lighting the scented candles.

"Hey babe," his throaty voice called.

Turning around, you saw him, his hands in his pockets walking towards you. His large body towering yours.

"You look hot," he complimented looking down on you.

"So do you," you giggled bopping his nose.

Pulling a chair, Jean signaled you to sit as he pushed the chair then going to his seat facing you.

The empty wine glasses were delicately filled with the red alcohol, each of you raising your goblet for a cheers.

" Cheers to my pretty boyfriend."

"Cheers to my future wife," Jean smirked as you were busy turning fifty shades of red.

In comfortable silence, except for the clinking of utensils, both of you ate.

"Main course is done for, now time for dessert, "he said standing from his chair to yours. Lift you off the ground swiftly, he walked you to the bedroom in bridal style.

"huh? HUH? Jean what are you doing?"

"Taking my dessert to eat, what else?" he replied kissing you. His kiss was a fever. Hot. Sluggish.

Opening the door to disclose the surprise, his eyes went wide until it hit him. The canva and towels on the ground, paint orderly laid on the bed.

"I was thinking the house needed some more decorations, so why not spice things up by creating this masterpiece and hanging it in the living room for everyone to see? " innocently you smiled at him.

"Hahaha y/n! You're amazing!" rosy cheeks, eyes twinkling with admiration and affection he twirled your body in air, "wait then that means that the whole day you preventing me from touching you was pointless," his expression now slightly frowned.

"I mean, yeah, I mean, I just wanted to see you desperate for me," you fumbled with your words.

"Bad girl. After this I will have to punish you for making me suffer for nothing," Jean put you down.

You didn't know whether to feel anticipation or fear knowing that this man was going to wreck you.

"Why are you acting coy all of a sudden? Weren't you the one to act like a whore? " with the cockiest smirk ever Jean said.

His hands previously placed gently on your hips began to tighten. The press only fueled your rapid beating of your heart. Tilting your head towards his face by lifting it with one finger on your chin, he locked eye contact with you.

Lust filled his irises. Skilfully, he unzipped your dress and pulled it off your skin. Skin that desired to be touched so badly. Skin that burned under his fingertips that grazed the surface. Under the clothes exposed the black lingerie that got Jean worked up since morning.

Even though he already saw you in it, it nevertheless felt like the first time. The same adoration that held his gape seemed to be worshiping your body.

"May I take your bra off? " Jean asked. You nodded, Jean elatedly removed it.

"Look at these perfect tits. Belonging and made only for me," cupping them in his hands, he growled against your neck.

Your mind going blanc and empty, you were left speechless. Only ravishing him. His presence. His hot breath fanning on you. As much as you wanted to take this slowly, you couldn't stop yourself from craving to feel him buried deep inside of you.

Your hand slightly sliding over his growing bulge, earning a hiss and restrained moan from him.

"No. You're not going to be the one to tease me anymore. It's my turn," biting your collarbone, he declared making you leap in his arms.

Feeling self-conscious that you were the only one in undergarment, you unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it off him while he was sloppily making out with you.

Grabbing your thighs, he insinuate for you to jump. Chest to chest, he then threw you on the bed making it sink under your weight. He was finally freed from his restraints of not laying a hand on you.

His body hovering yours, he kissed you passionately. He's never kissed you like this before. Maybe you should restrain him more often.

Jean swallowed your gasp when unknowingly his hand went down your stomach to press on your clothed clit.

"Huh? You like that?" laughs "yeah you like that don't you," he breathed his finger circling around the bud. Your response was a moan and your breath quickening. Your reaction turned Jean on more than he already was.

Going down on you, he sucked your soaked underwear, the room filled with slurping sounds. He gripped your hips by wrapping his big arms around it to prevent you from squirming away. You were practically a moaning mess. Aggressively, he ripped it off you, continuing to lick through your folds.

"Jea-Jean I think I'm going to c-cum," you manage to utter.

"Heh, not yet princess, we got so much more do," he wiped his mouth that was coated with your juices and licked the liquid off his fingers. You looked at him with pleading eyes as you were yearning for a release.

Legs trembling, you raised your body to be able to sit while Jean grabbed the body-safe paint and put a fair amount on the cloth.

"Come here my lady," he said as he picked you to lay your body gently on the canva, paint on your back.

Jean took off his pants and underwear, his hard dick slapping on his stomach whilst you were making yourself comfortable.

A brush in his one hand and a palette in another, he sauirted some paint on the flat item.

Impatience began to overcome you as you begged him to come to you.

"Wait a moment more babe, I'm just making the perfect colour," Jean finished his sentence by approaching you.

Jean maintained eye-contact with you, the brush gliding over your soft skin leaving colors behind its track. Chills ran down your skin after each stroke. Drowning in bliss, Jean slowly ran the tool down your belly to an inch higher up your pussy. You were waiting for him to pass the paint through your core but instead he stopped his actions making you internally more annoyed.

"I'm not going to let you get off so easily after what you did to me," Jean murmured.

Cold. Squeezing the paint tubes, Jean splat paint on your body, mainly on your stomach. He leaned forward and pressed his body against yours to spread the paint.

Lining his dick right outside your entrance, he thrusted in without warning. Your back arching, you let out a moan. His hands rushing behind your back, he hugged your body as he gave you time to adjust to him.

"Mmmm, fits perfectly. Look at how good you take me, yeah you see that? "Jean moaned in your ear.

" It's okay, you can move,"you bit back a groan because Jean didn't leave you a second before pumping in and out of you.

" I can't believe you're mine, all mine, no one but me knows how good you feel, just me,"Jean panted in your ears," listen to my moans, you he-ear how goo-od you're making me feel? "

"AH-yes Jean, yes," you purred.

His forehead rested on yours, mouth connected, swallowing each other's breath and sounds.

" Go faster Jeaann." This made him slow down instead of doing as you wanted.

"Oh? you want me to go faster? Go-o ahead, beg for it. Tell me how bad you need me," Jean's stroked your insides with long and slow thrusts.

"Pl-please Jean, need you so badly, you make me feel so good so take all your anger out on me bu-ut please make me cum alongside with you!"

"Lift your ass, my queen,"Jean satisfied with your answer commanded, which you did as he ordered as he pounded deeper into you mixing the paint on the canva.

"Look at you, such a good girl."

It wasn't long until Jean filled your insides with his hot seed making you scream his name loudly. Right before you could come that Jean could tell by the shaking of your breath, he lifted your body off the masterpiece so that your ejaculation wouldn't ruin it.

In his arms, you came so hard, your liquids dripping down Jean's skin.

"Y/n, I don't think you realised that but what you just did was so hot," Jean admired you.

"Also, thank you for fulfilling my fantasies as an artist," he thanked you kissing your cheeks fondly.

Walking on the towel leading to the bathroom, he put you inside the bathtub, opening the tap to let the container fill with hot water. While it was doing so, Jean got in with you between his legs and head on his chest heaving up and down.

Jean took some shampoo in his hand, and massaged your scalps with you basking. Heavenly was a word too light to describe the feeling. You were basically in paradise.

"In round two I'm not planning on going gentle now so just bite the pillow and take it," Jean sputtered against your hair.

[oikawaplssteponme]

Movie Night with some of the Haikyuu Boys !!

featuring: Kageyama Tobio, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sakusa Kyoomi, Aone Takanobu

gn! reader

warnings: a little suggestive (?) [ the boys being total softies ]

genre/style: fluff, headcanons

a/n: request from @sullen-angel24 <3 oh what i would give to have a movie night with these boys. also the pusheen is supposed to represent the two of you hehe (it was too cute i had to) enjoy xx

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Tobio Kageyama

• it was your first movie night as a couple

• needless to say kags was nervous... just a little bit of course

• kageyama was in charge of the movie while you took care of snacks

• you decided to keep things classic with popcorn and candy

• as you threw the package into the microwave, kags organized the living room

• he wasn’t entirely sure if the two of you would be cuddling or have your full attention to the film

• he brought two separate blankets just in case

• you took the bowl of popcorn and sat down on the couch waiting for tobio

• as the opening credits rolled, he joined you on the couch, keeping a safe distance

• you tried not to laugh, it was honestly adorable

• you could tell he was nervous.

• after all, a dark room with just to two of you, kags didn’t want to mess up

• “why are you sitting so far away? here, we can share the blanket”

• kageyama nodded then moved closer towards you

• to help ease some stress, you rested your head onto his shoulder

• he flinched slightly, but as his confidence boosted, he found his arm was now wrapped around you

• the two of you watched the screen and enjoyed the popcorn you had made

• each of you the reaching into the bowl, your hands accidentally touching

• you both pulled away your hands, chucking softly

• honestly straight out of a movie it seemed from the kind eyes kags gave you

• he then took a popcorn kernel and teasingly threw it at your forehead

• you smiled, repeating the action

• let’s just say by the end of the night there was more popcorn on the floor than in the bowl

• and that kags was no longer nervous

• he would be looking forward to your next movie night

~

Ushijima Wakatoshi

• ushijima would go for a simple movie night

• he would pick a classic movie and even bust out the old DVD player for the full effect

• movie nights should be to watch the movie, right?

• well, you and toshi sat on the couch, knees touching, sharing a blanket

• his hands sat in his lap, same as yours

• he would glance over to you now and then

• not because the movie was boring

• but because he simply couldn’t keep his eyes off of you

• you looked so perfect just in your comfortable clothes, snuggled up under the blanket

• he wanted to make some kind of a move but wasn’t sure what to do

• he watched as your twiddled your thumbs, still staring at the screen

• you honestly hoped he would do something soon so you didn’t have to

• toshi took a deep breath

• then carefully took your hand with his

• he held your hand as it now rested in between the two of you

• you gave his hand a squeeze, causing him to smile

• you moved your other hand to hold onto his arm, resting your head on him

• neither of you said anything

• but the blush forming on ushijima’s cheeks said enough

~

Sakusa Kyoomi

• sakusa is a very calm and collected guy

• so if he was nervous for your first movie night together, he certainly wouldn’t show it

• he was happy to be watching a movie in the comfort of his home compared to some crowded theater

• but as to not make things boring, he rented out a small projector for the two of you to still get that movie theater feel

• the movie projected onto the wall as the two of you sat father away on the cozy couch

• you ate your snacks, chatting quietly as the movie played

• sakusa was invested in the movie

• however he did check up on you now and then

• “would you like more water?” “is the volume too loud?” “are you cold?”

• you assured him that everything was perfect

• you decided to move a bit closer to sakusa

• you snaked your arm around his holding onto it and resting your head on his shoulder

• you could feel his arm stiffen up within the sweater and you locked eyes with him

• “is this okay?”

• he stated into your eyes, nodding slightly

• “yup”

• if it was anyone else he would immediately had pulled away

• but it was you, so he didn’t mind at all

~

Aone Takanobu

• please i would do anything to have a movie night with him

• everyone’s favorite gentle giant

• aone has honestly been looking forward to your movie night since the two of you planned it

• he organized everything and bought a pint of your favorite ice cream to share

• a cozy paradise for just the two of you

• instead of sitting on the couch, you and aone prompted for the floor

• you laid happily in between his legs, your back against his chest

• aone’s arms wrapped around your waist, his hands resting in your lap

• you could hear his heartbeat clearly, pounding a perfect pattern

• you were honestly so comfortable that you could feel yourself drifting to sleep

• aone noticed and honestly he felt the same

• the movie carried on, your fingers now intertwined with his

• before you knew it, you could hear tiny snores behind you

• you chuckled at the sound, before drifting off to sleep in aone’s arms as well

~

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[suhoerections]

Hurt

Pairing: Mafia!Kyungsoo x reader

Genre: Smut, angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: mention of death || spanking || sir kink || sadistic/masochist behaviour || hair pulling || lots of degradation || mention of guns and blood 

Not recommended for readers under 18 

A/N: lol I’m actually posting now hehe

Tag list:

@strikingsilouettes @thesoondongiefiles @ninibears-erigom (this is cause i’m on yours so) @chanyeolol (uh i thought you’d like it you can ask to be removed if you want) (shoot me an ask or smthn if you wanna be on my tag list cause i’ll start one of those)

The limousine smelt like expensive leather and it hyped you up.

Tonight was your night.

The silk dress fell past your boobs, exposing your cleavage and the slit on the side of the exquisite fabric exposed your legs, the midnight blue silk complementing your body perfectly.

Jongdae grabbed your hand lightly in his, the calloused skin coming in contact with yours to guide you out of the car. If looks could kill, you and Jongdae would be assassins; the deep blue silk of his dress shirt absorbed the light bouncing around outside the mansion, he looked dashing and sexy, the color of his attire matching your dress.

“We’re here” He said casually, once again taking in your body with his hungry gaze.

A smirk fell across your features as you noticed more stares from men walking past in expensive suits.

“About time,” You teased, causing Jongdae to smile cutely.

His arm wrapped around your waist as he led you through the large entrance way of the mansion, into the party. An intricate glass chandelier hung between the deep red carpeted stairs, a large archway off to the side revealed the movement of jewel clad bodies, expensive champagne glasses catching the light, twinkling invitingly. Jongdae led you through the archway, a smug smile planted on his face as he walked in with you.

It was high class, A-list, and you could tell by the way women walked past with crystals adorning their neck that cost more than your apartment.

Some remote part of you grimaced at them, the way they let their money carry them, though you hid your disgust, you had learnt to mask it with a smile. Years of being part of the mafia does that, allowing you to mask yourself with a facade. Though that life was left behind you, the habits still clung, like dirt stains you couldn’t scrub away. It caused you to blend in well, with your fake smiles and small talk with other people.

There were times when your mask broke away. Only when you felt a gaze bore into you across the room, the stare causing a scowl to creep its way onto your painted lips.

It wasn’t hard to tell who it was, his looks causing a fire to light up on your skin, one that used to have you crumbling at his touch in nights filled with sweet exchanges and hot sex.

You knew having Jongdae’s arm casually wrapped around your waist wasn’t helping either.

But that was the plan, show him that you’d moved on from him, and his lying mouth.

Jongdae hummed, his lips grazing your ear gently, “I’m going to get a drink from the bar,” his breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck as he whispered gently, “stay here sexy, I’ll be right back.” Jongdae breathed, his lips parting to nip your ear lobe discreetly, his hand squeezing your hip before sauntering off, grazing your ass as he pulls away.

“You’re an idiot,” his voice startled you, the deep sound causing an onslaught of chills to rush through your body, old memories resurfacing at the sound of his voice.

Your lips pursed in a tight line as you turned around to see Kyungsoo standing behind you, dark suit making him look handsome as ever, short, black hair styled back and his lips, you forgot how beautiful they were, how they felt.

“Why?” You asked curtly, not wanting to let him indulge in your lingering gazes.

Kyungsoo cocked a manicured eyebrow, his perfect lips parting to elicit a scoff. “Jongdae’s a honeytrap, you’re being baited.”

Your eyes rolled at his comment, annoyance running through your body. Of course Kyungsoo would pull some shit like this, he never did hesitate to lie to you, your past relationship with him proving that. So why the fuck would you believe him now? After all the shit he put you through. So you didn’t, your brain dismissing his accusation completely.

“Mr Do, I believe you shouldn’t be throwing out accusations like that,” Your eyes narrowed and a scowl resonated on your delicate lips, the glossed skin pulling back in disgust and annoyance, “you have no proof and why should I believe you.” You spat the last syllable with enough poison to make a regular person cringe, but not Kyungsoo, he stood stone faced and clearly pissed. You could tell he was angry by the way his lip twitched at the corner and his knuckles were white from how tight he clenched his fists.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?” Jongdae asked, arm snaking around your waist while his gaze evaluated a fuming Kyungsoo. A smug expression fell upon Jongdae’s face as he surveyed the displeased male in front of him, a cheeky hand reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You smirked, reaching up to cup Jongdae’s cheek, the skin soft and tempting - your body leaning into his instinctively, moving to press up against him.

“It’s fine now that you’re here,” The words were like honey, slipping from your lips in a slow and seductive voice, a painted nail of yours raking gently down his cheek. Jongdae shivered at the touch, his own hand running down your waist to cup the curve of your ass gently.

Kyungsoo watched, his eyes dark with rage, looking toward Jongdae with a promise of death and you felt it. You felt the fury radiating off of him with murderous intent, one you knew he would carry out - especially with Jongdae touching his things.

“I’m glad I could be of service,” He growled lightly, eyes glancing to Kyungsoo, his own protective gaze challenging the male witness.

The tension was thick, and you felt it, the two men sizing each other up, yet you made no move to break it, only trailing a finger over Jongdae’s midnight blue top, tracing patterns into his silk shirt.

“I think you should leave,” Jongdae urged at Kyungsoo, who was still witnessing the scene.

The man was infuriated, his eyes glazing over, hand creeping into his jacket where you knew a gun was situated, ready to be pulled on anyone. “No, I think you should-”

“Kyungsoo. You heard him, we don’t need you lingering here,” Your tone was laced with a new found confidence, one you never threatened to use against the purely dominant male.

He scowled, his plump lips curling back in an expression only given to people he had intentions to kill. Though he had enough self control to walk away, his polished shoes retreating away from you and Jongdae.

“What an ass, wonder who lodged the stick up his ass?” He chuckled, his face not far from your own.

You huffed a smirk, leaning up slightly, eyes flicking to Jongdae’s tempting lips. “Not sure and I really don’t care,”

He smirked back, lips curving, inching toward your own in a slow descent. “Neither,” Jongdae breathed into the space between you before closing the gap and bringing his lips crashing into yours. The kiss was enjoyable to say the least, his own pressing against yours heatedly despite the publicity, but it didn’t spark anything in you, not like Kyungsoo's kisses which had electricity coursing through your veins, a feeling you craved.

It felt wrong, your body rearing away from his kiss that seemed to go south as soon as you remembered Kyungsoo, still staring at you from across the room. You pulled away, chewing your lip nervously, your teeth kneading the flesh in anxious motions.

“What’s the matter?” Jongdae whispered, his swollen lips slick with spit as he spoke.

“Nothing,” You lied, leaning up to kiss him again. “Maybe we should go to a more private area, though?” The question falling off your lips temptingly.

Jongdae smirked at your words, snaking you through the bustling bodies of the crowd, out the archway and down a secluded hallway, the only noise filling the tense air was the click of your heels on the marble floor and his hurried breathing.

It wasn’t long before his hands flattened on your hip, pushing you against the wall, lips crashing against yours. Jongdae’s actions reflected his desperation, from the way his mouth worked against yours hungrily, to his wandering hands, squeezing your boobs harshly, your own laced in his hair, opening your mouth and letting him in deeper with every desperate kiss.

Jongdae was forced off you suddenly, a tall, bulky frame replacing where he was.

“Got you, dirty bastard,” Chanyeol sneered. It was almost surreal seeing Kyungsoo’s right hand man after so long, his muscle filling out and he seemed almost impossibly bigger, or you just forgot how tall he actually was.

Jongdae yelped loudly as the barrel of a gun was pressed to his forehead, Chanyeol shoving a hand under his silk shirt to pull out a small, black mic.

“I told you,” Kyungsoo’s voice filled your ears as he rounded the corner, his presence overwhelming you as you took him in.

Chanyeol growled as he pushed Jongdae against the wall next to you, the hearty sound echoing around the hallway. “I’ll have fun watching what Sehun does with you,”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, unimpressed by Chanyeol’s brutality. “Yeol, take him to Sehun, but don’t do anything until I check up later. Understood, Park?”

Chanyeol shoved the barrel of the gun harder against Jongdae’s forehead, forcing his head back onto the wall. “Fine.” The syllable was barely understandable as he sneered, his mouth curved to expose his teeth in a predatory fierceness. A harsh tug on Chanyeol’s behalf almost had the honeytrap falling flat on his face as he was half dragged out of the halway.

“Now that that’s dealt with,” Kyungsoo purred, eyes boring into you with such an intensity it had your lungs contracting for air. He only laid a gaze on you yet you were bared for him, your body reacting and ready for anything. His hand reached out tentatively, cupping your face with such a contrast gentleness that his eyes contradicted.

“Soo,” It was a breathless nickname that fell off your lips but it was all he needed to urge him forward, Kyungsoo kissing you with such a stark softness. It made you melt, your body relaxing into his, leaning into him to deepen the kiss, yet still keep it sweet.

A small part of your brain writhed and hissed, like a cat backed into a corner, urging you to get away, to shove him off and scream abuses that he deserved. Yet you didn’t, the sheer bliss coursing through your body telling that rabid cat part of your brain otherwise, the fact that what was happening felt right.

Kyungsoo made no move to deepen the kiss, like it was his intentions to keep it sweet, just his lips pressing against yours with a firm reassurance, only pulling away to gain his breath.

“You still love me,” He whispered, the words shocking you like someone had dunked ice cold water over you.

“No, I-” You were flustered and quick to respond, yet silenced by another soft kiss.

Kyungsoo’s lips moulded your own perfectly, causing you to melt into him once again, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair to tug at the short locks.  

“Don’t deny it, your body isn’t,” His eyes were trained on you intently, surveying your defeated expression.

“Kyungsoo-” You went to speak but he silenced you again, this time with his words.

“You didn’t even have a valid reason for breaking up with me, you just picked up your shit and left. Not a word, I was broken. I thought you loved me. And here you are, acting needy over some dick head to make me jealous?” Kyungsoo shook his head in disbelief, his words changing the mood between your exchange.

A fire blazed within you, how he could be so selfish as to say those things when he couldn’t comprehend what it was like for you.

“I loved you Kyungsoo, fuck I loved you so fucking much it hurt. But it was too much, your lifestyle was too much, and after Minseok…” It caused a strain in your heart to even finish the sentence, emotions flooding your senses as you recalled the event, his bloodied body prepped and primed as a display for everyone to see.

“Then why didn’t you come to me!? Talk to me!? I would have helped you. I would have supported you.” His voice was hurt, the noise filled with incomprehensible emotion that plagued the hallway with an unnamed sense that changed the mood dramatically.

You felt a pain in your chest, a gut wrenching fist to the stomach feeling that had your eyes prickling with tears as you witnessed Kyungsoo’s chest rising and falling with frustration, eyes dark and swirling with an unnamed intensity.

“I didn’t know how to react, I’d never lost someone like that before,” despite your passion for the subject matter you couldn’t help but keep your voice quiet against his fiery gaze.

A growl sounded from the base of his throat, a deep and hearty sound that shook you to the core, one that resonated in your own chest through the deep vibrations. “I thought our relationship was stronger than that, I thought you could at least talk to me, I thought we were working,” His plump lips pulled back in a sneer to expose his perfect white teeth. “Well, obviously we weren’t.” Kyungsoo spat the last sentence, his tone bitter, complimenting his resentful expression.

“Soo….” The cute nickname fell off your lips in a broken word, your voice cracking to mirror your cracking heart. It hurt to see him so hateful and angry, especially when it was directed at you. The once intense love you felt for him somehow resurfacing as you witnessed the broken man in front of you. It was stupid and erratic to feel like this about him, after all that he did to you, the lies he fed to you on a steaming platter of what he called ‘love’.  

“I just didn’t want to come home one day and see you like,” you gulped midway through your sentence as you spoke, tears threatening to fall at the side of your eyes, “like I found Minseok.” The sentence finished with a pained sob that fell off your lips as a teardrop slipped down your cheek.

Kyungsoo’s eyes changed from intense and hateful to compassionate, his resentful persona dropping like a curtain. He leaned in slightly, hands moving to cup your cheeks lovingly as his lips pressed against the wet skin of your cheek, kissing away your tear gently.

You weren’t sure how long you both stood there, your sobs filling the stagnant air while Kyungsoo kissed away the tears that streaked down your cheeks, his thumb gently caressing the skin of your jaw. He waited for you to calm down, for your chest to rise and fall evenly, the sobs to stop coming out of your mouth in painful cries as your thoughts swirled with what ifs and the memory of Minseok.  

“You broke up with me because you didn’t want to lose me?” Kyungsoo questioned, his forehead pressing against your own.

“And you lied a lot,” You countered a bit defensively, trying to justify yourself a bit.

“Sweetheart, I never lied to you about myself, only about mafia affairs, and if you knew that information you would have been put at risk, which is the last thing I want to do,” He said plainly, “you’re just telling yourself that because you didn’t want to admit that you were too scared to lose me.” “No, I-” “Prove me wrong then, give me at least one example of when I lied to you not surrounding my work or why I had been out late at night, and even then I would tell you it was work business that you shouldn’t worry about, so give me one. Tell me when I lied to you and made you untrusting of me.” Kyungsoo spoke calmly as he interrupted you.

You stood there, mind churning and looking for at least one time he did it, yet it turned up blank, your memories a steaming pile of bull shit as you realised the truth.

“I- I’m sorry,” You said realising your mistake. It was funny really, how your brain was so caught up on Kyungsoo being such a bad person it fabricated its own web of lies to justify your break up with him. Yet it was wrong, he treated you right in the relationship, he was a great boyfriend really, caring and loving. Kyungsoo was right he only ever did lie when it was work related, and his words changed your view point on him.

“That’s what I thought,” Kyungsoo spoke smugly, “You have to admit I’m right, that I treated you right.”

Your lips parted to elicit a sigh. “You’re right,” you said blatantly, letting him absorb in his self righteousness.

A smirk fell upon his features as he leaned in to kiss you gently on the lips, thumb finding the bottom of your chin to guide your mouth open weakly, letting his tongue slide in. It was a sweet exchange, your tongues clashing against each other in a slow dance, your lips acting as a guide.

The kiss soon escalated as you wound your fingers in Kyungsoo’s short hair, tugging on the black locks gently, your body pressing flat against his on instinct.

A throaty groan left his lips as he pulled away, slightly breathless. “Fuck sweetheart.” The juxtaposed statement fell off his lips as he ground his bulge into you, the hardened dick rubbing against your abdomen.

“You gonna fuck me against this wall, Soo?” You asked the question innocently, tugging on his hair a little bit harder, using your nails to scratch his scalp, making him let out a delicious moan of ecstasy. Kyungsoo tugged his swollen bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes looking to you with pure desire.

“I don’t want the first time we fuck again to be a against a wall,” And that was all he said before his hand gripped your wrist tightly, pulling you toward the main entrance and up the red velvet clad staircase.

The clicking of your heels was muffled by the blood colored carpet, absorbing the noise of you and Kyungsoo’s hurried footsteps. It wasn’t long before he turned sharply, tugging you into a room.

The room was luxurious, a deep black rug laid out upon the marble floor, accentuating the cold modern finishes around the room. The bed was high and plush, various pillows scattered amongst the top, making it seem like the perfect place to do more than sleep in.

Kyungsoo was quick to close the door behind you both, turning the lock ensuring no one would disturb you.

You were not in the mood to waste time, hands already wrapped around Kyungsoo’s neck. The passion you felt burnt through your actions, reflected in the desperate kisses you placed up his neck, the skin smelling all so familiar and it intoxicated you. Kyungsoo was intoxicating, his smell, his touch, his voice, his lips, his everything. And he knew it.

A shiver worked its way up your spine as he brought his hands up and down your sides, teasing you as he slowly traced circles into your skin, letting you work your lips against his neck.

Kyungsoo was quick to bring a harsh slap down on your clothed ass, a sadistic smile forming upon his lips as he heard the sound of the impact reverberate throughout the quiet room, widening when you released his neck to let out a low moan.

“Ass up sweetheart, come sit on sir’s lap,” He said the words teasingly, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the bed where he situated himself, sitting on the edge to allow for you to lay across his knees, which you did.

Kyungsoo ran his hand teasingly over your ass before quickly pulling up your silk dress to reveal it bare, the only underwear you wore was a skimpy thong which gave him perfect access to you.

“Such a little slut, only wearing a thong to an event like this,” He was smiling wide, a glint in his eye that would have anyone else running off in the other direction. “I bet you wanted to be fucked, probably planned on it the way you’re dressed.” He was teasing you, and it was working, a wet patch forming on the thin fabric that covered your pussy.

Kyungsoo noticed, running a finger over the sopping material, causing him to tut, his tongue clicking in mock annoyance. “You’re wet from one slap,” his fake agitated expression slipping away into a sadistic smirk, “I wonder how you’ll be after 10 more.”

You tugged your lip between your teeth, too horny and bothered to answer, needing the pain to fulfill your needs, for him to call you a dirty whore one more time.

“P-please, sir.” your swollen lips parted to half moan the words, your tone dripping with desperation.

He tutted again tauntingly, “Such a needy little whore.” He said, his tone coated in pure dominance.

Kyungsoo’s hand was brought down harshly on your bare ass, the skin turning red in the shape of his fingers and palm. “Now count your punishment dear, this is just for teasing me.”

“O-one,” You choked out, a gasp falling off your lips as he delivered another hard whack to your ass. “Two!” It came out borderline a scream, he had only hit you twice yet you were already feeling yourself threaten to drip down your thigh.

“Good slut,” He spoke, lips curling into a smirk as he witnessed your state; breathing heavily over his knee as your hands curled in the black rug, trying to hold yourself up on shaking arms.

His hand came down again on your skin three times in a row, his arm rearing back and soaring down to deliver the slaps efficiently and harshly. The repetitive contact made you cry out, the shrill sound echoing around the quiet room.

“Three! Four! Five!” The syllables barely left your mouth, your body shaking under his touch, your arms barely stable enough to keep you up.

Kyungsoo got a glint in his eye, a sadistic one that would have made you shrink back if your own eyes weren’t screwed shut, trying to focus on stabilising your breathing and holding your ass up for him.

His hand soothed the red mark he left on your bare ass, his fingers and palm etched into the skin in a fiery mark that stung.

“You’re taking the punishment so well, I’m surprised,” He spoke, his voice laced with an undertone that implied he had something else in mind. “Maybe I’ll reward you later.” Kyungsoo was smirking, you didn’t need to open your eyes to know that, it was just how he spoke, but it entranced you, making you raise your abused ass higher in the air, a silent plead for more.

“Sir, k-keep going,” You stuttered out the phrase, voice weak and desperate as you felt a drop of arousal slide down your inner thigh.

Kyungsoo spotted it drip down your skin, his lips pulling back into a smile as he delivered five hard slaps to your ass, the harshness intensifying with each stinging contact.

The motion was unexpected causing a cry to escape your swollen and wet lips, your arms so close to giving out, the muscles shaking uncontrollably.

A growl emitted from his the base of his throat, the sound going straight to your dripping core. “You didn’t count,” Kyungsoo barked the words, his voice gravelly and pissed.

Your lips parted slowly, trying to form a sentence, though a gasp replaced the words that were about to tumble out as Kyungsoo gripped a fistful of your hair sternly, his arm rearing back quickly, snapping your head back.

“Say it slut, finish counting to ten for sir,” His tone reflected the dominance he showed, his hand tightening in your hair, your scalp screaming in a delicious pain that added to the pool already formed in your panties.

“S-six, seven, eight, nine, ten,” you tried to keep your voice calm, stumbling slightly but unintentionally undertoned with a sheer desperation that almost had you on your knees begging for Kyungsoo to fuck you, your pussy clenching around nothing but desperate for something.

His fingers slipped under the thin elastic of your thong, pulling down the offensive fabric as he revealed your soaked pussy.

“What a whore, you’re dripping from a simple spanking,” He drawled the words out, his lips curling into a smile as he pocketed the panties. “Now, bend over the bed for me little whore, I want to fuck that slutty pussy of yours.”

Kyungsoo watched you get off his lap, pulling the dress aside so he has perfect access while bending over the plush bed, bracing on your elbows as you watched him stand up and unzip his pants. He was quick to pull himself out, moving behind you, one hand on his cock, the other on your silk clad hip as teased your entrance with the tip of his dick.

A delicious moan elicited from his plump lips, the feeling of your wetness coating his tip sending shivers of pure pleasure to travel through his body.

It was teasing and mean of him to stand there, moaning loudly while running himself up and down your slit, the feeling wanting you to scream and swear, yell at him to slam into you - but the need was quickly fulfilled.

Kyungsoo thrusted into you quick and without warning, burying his hardened cock deep within you, his free hand going straight for your hair, pulling the strands back to arch you into him, his hips already setting a fast and hard pace.

“God I missed your slutty pussy, so needy and wet, clenching around sir’s cock,” he ended the sentence with a breathy moan that mixed with your own, your mouth parted to let out the pornographic noises.

The feeling was so good, Kyungsoo being the only one to ever satisfy you this much and it showed by the precise thrusts that hit your sweet spot almost every time. His own moans mixing with your own to create a symphony of pleasure that resonated in your ears, the noises making you even needier and desperate.

It wasn’t too long before you were already feeling a coil of intense pleasure form in your abdomen, Kyungsoo’s thrusts bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your release.

A cry fell from your lips as he released your hair to press a finger against your clit harshly, a shot of pleasure running down your spine and making your pussy clench involuntarily.

Kyungsoo moaned louder at your clenching, the noise sending another another tendril of ecstacy to swirl around your pussy, the feeling bringing you impossibly closer to your climax. He knew you were close, his finger rubbing your clit in precise circles, the sensation making you arch into him more, back curving to meet his hips in a thrust that brought you into the abyss of an orgasm.

The pleasure tore you into the bliss-filled void of a climax, a warm pleasure spreading throughout your body as your muscles convulsed, pussy clenching uncontrollably around him, making you elicit choked gasps with every tightening squeeze around his cock.

The reaction of your body to the orgasm had Kyungsoo tumbling over the edge, your clenching milking him of his cum as it spilled into you, the sticky substance filling you up as the intensity of a climax grasped your body.

A final moan fell off his lips as he pulled out, his softening dick exiting you as he finished up.

A shaky breath fell off your wet lips, your arms giving out, causing you to go fast first into the plush bed.

Kyungsoo chuckled at your state, the hearty noise filling the room before he tucked himself back in quickly, heading for the door. “I’m glad you seemed to miss me,” he said, a smirk falling upon his face as he witnessed you struggling to get up, walking out through the doorway, heading off back to the party, leaving you in the room alone.

You managed to get up on wobbly legs, pulling your dress back into position, expertly running your hands through your hair, trying to neaten it back to its original state.

Even though your cheeks were flushed with a post orgasm heat, your clothes a bit disheveled, you somehow looked presentable, even though your thoughts weren’t focused on your appearance.

Your lips parted to elicit a sigh of frustration at Kyungsoo’s disappearance, annoyance spreading through your body at his sudden intrusion, only to leave desperate and needy for more.

The door knob was cool in your hand as you turned it and tugged the door open to reveal a smug Kyungsoo in the hallway, patiently waiting for you to come back out.

Your lips curled back in a sneer at his smug expression.

“Thought I left you, dear?” He asked, a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips at your annoyed state.

“You’re an asshole,” You replied, eliciting a scoff.

Kyungsoo smiled wider, holding out his hand for you to take, “Care to go back to the party, my love?”

A chuckle sounded throughout the empty hallway as you took his hand, your own smile mirroring his. “I can’t believe you.”

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Andrew Johnathan Bountersnatch's  Inter-dimensional Journal Page 1 Side A Spelling Bee in the Void Light Novel By Me

I sit and  observe above a white void. Silent, endless, nothing in sight. A apparition appears slowly as my mind drifts into the third person. The figure below is a man, an elder seemingly in his 80s, but could be much older none could know or say. He wears a long blue top hat with a crimson red stripe down the middle and a black bow tie above the brim. His hair white as snow with hints of baby blue hues populating random strands.  He sits hunched over as if in writhing pain only to sit up and reveal a shirtless chest with the numbers 998 branded into his chest. The chair he rests upon is made of marble and jade, one could realize this from the texture and color of the materials. Both smooth with an interesting pattern, yet one dim and grey and the other a dark green. It is ordained with sculpture akin to those made in the High and Late Renaissance in Italy. The legs faces carved to look like Michelangelo's "David" with eyes sternly beaming forward alert. Extending from the crowns of the two heads, the back legs,  rises two pillars both of which borrow heavily from the Romans stylistically. Above these stand miniature Chinese statues made of porcelain or seemingly so given their shiny and smooth texture. This nearly angelic beauty is juxtaposed to the arms of the chairs, with dragon heads carved out of jade. Hideous scowls on their faces with flames igniting above their brow made of gold. Within their mouth lie two childlike angels, their stomachs pierced and gushing out guts, with trepidation bleeding out of their bulging tear filled eyes. The man stairs off into the distance, the life seeming to leave his eyes then above he hears a noise. Not a voice, but the sound of someone choking and heaving. Gagging as if massive amounts of mucus infect the lungs of this mysterious voice. He looks at the ground as small drops of blood hit the ground forming a small puddle. The old codger then looks up and something slowly descends into his line of vision. From what he could observe the creature seemed human outside of it's massive glowing yellow eyes the likes of which had blood red lights inside of the inner segment of it's pupil. His hair was pitch black and curly which stood out in comparison to he white background. His skin pale white with the tips of his fingers missing leaving bloody stumps to replace them. Floating above it's scalp is a ultramarine colored human baby fetus with red veins and bleeding on the head of the creature. 

The old man's face freezes in anxiety as the organism above opened his mouth. "Greetings, my beautifully crippled old guest" The creature says with a toothless grin. "Welcome to nowhere, kick back and enjoy you're self. I see you are loving the furniture. So good it could put you to sleep," it says splitting his eyes apart one looking right and the other left. "Scuse me Kind Sir-" "KIND SIR!?" the creature interrupts the old man. "Hehehe-hehehe-he-he... What a beautifully amusing old man, so handsome so kind, and so gullible" He rolls his eyes into the back of his head and opens his mouth. "I think for someone like you to say something like that is completely ludicrous given the current circumstances! I mean I am the cutest thing in all realms of reality hehe! As the Japanese say "Kawaii Desu Ne!!", He wraps his arms around himself and turns his back to the old man. He quickly twists his neck to look back at him as the blood of the fetus drips off of his dome. "I could kill you, eat you or maim you at any time old man," "Now hold on just a second young man" the old man suddenly grabs his confidence out of thin air and addresses the monster before him. Rolling back his shoulders to loosen them up and staring the Demon directly in the eyes. "Now I'm not the brightest or best fork in the tool set but I reckon that it's not good to judge a book by it's cover. At least that's what my Pa-Paw said." He says this nodding to himself. "Now just because you're ugly as a naked mole rat mixed with an actual rat and a Teenage Mutant Ninjah Turtle doesn't mean you're a stone cold killer. Not dem ninjah turtles from dem new age 2200 cartoon's with their new agie technologies. I mean back in the 1990s with that weird live action adaptation at a time with boomie boxes and short pants. Or was that the 9-". The Demon interrupts him and swoops directly in front of his face staring him in the eyes. The old man pauses for a second, but continues " I've known plenty of mutant hybrids in my day the likes of which you never did see and I bet that on my dead grandma on my father's side twice removed, I tell ya wut! And You ain't nothin special." -Infuriated the monster blitzes past the old man and decapitates him.-  

In that moment the body of the old man begins to rise above the seat and it flips over revealing the face. The design is very similar to a statue from Chavin de Huantar. Often featuring different features of various different animals from jaguars, to snakes to falcons all amalgamated into one fictional being. It's mouth open wide and eyes like that of a hawk, It's teeth poking outward like hog fangs. A shimmering light releases out and the whole ground and world of void shakes as the beacon's light turns the void black. The old man's body walks over to his head. The world slows down as the demon hears a voice emanate from the mouth of chair seat. "You cannot kill this man with violence. Violence in this world cannot destroy those with good hearts. The only way is to make them feel shame. To make them feel worthless."

Will continue in Journal Entry two

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First Lines Meme

RULES: List the openings of the last ten stories you published. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends.

This is really interesting! Thanks for tagging me you wonderful peeps @callmedewitt @smoldany @thescarletgarden1990

Going to keep this solely Jonerys despite not all my last ten fics published were Jonerys hehe.

1) I Love You More Than Ice Cream

“Here you go!” Leaning over the counter, Dany handed a vanilla baby cone over to the outstretched hands of a little girl in a pink tutu.

“Thank you!” The child about three exclaimed, her cherubic face lit up in glee. Her green eyes darted all over her ice cream looking for a right place to attack. Her mother lifted her child up, perching her on her hip before taking a cup of cookies and cream from Dany. 

“Thank you so much.” The slightly frazzled mother said. Yet, despite being tired, she couldn’t help gush about her baby: “This rascal did so well for her first ballet class so we agreed she could get a treat.”

“That’s so wonderful! Well done, little one.” Dany said, tapping the girl on her nose which prompted a shy grin from a pair of vanilla ice cream stained lips.

Waving at the mother and child as they left through the front door, the little girl now spotting an ice cream moustache and a dollop of ice cream on the very tip of her nose, Dany smiled. She loved her job so very much.

2) Their First Time

The heavy wooden door swung shut with a resounding slam that went unnoticed to the ears of the two individuals enclosed within the cabin. The day he stepped into her throne room, she would have never envisioned this happening. This stubborn man irked her so much and frustrated her for days, refusing to do as she asked. Oh, how he perplexed her so. He was a man she just couldn’t figure out and that only made her want to know him more. The urge to uncover every mystery that shrouded this king from the north grew stronger with time. He was the first man who wanted to know the woman beneath the crown. He wanted to know Dany. He was the first man who gave her his loyalty for who she was, not because of her dragons or her titles and her armies. He pledged himself to her because he saw her heart. Jon Snow was different with that he intrigued her. When he took her hand that very day on this very same boat, a gesture of comfort that she didn’t know she desired, things started to change between them. They were growing closer to one another. The stolen glances from across the room that lingered and all those unspoken words of longing had been culminating to this moment.

No one knew who bridged the gap first, all they knew was they needed to get closer to the person in front of them, whose eyes reflected an image of themselves. In his eyes she saw absolute desire, a hunger that she was eager to appease and a softness that she yearned to drown in. In her eyes he saw a vulnerability that he wished to cherish and a longing that he craved so much to satiate.

3) Splish Splash

“Mama.” 

The child cocked her head to a side, curls as black as night bobbed gently by her cherubic cheeks as she moved. Her mama wasn’t acknowledging her, so busy absorbed in her documents. Demolishing her block tower and pushing aside her toys, one palm and a knee in front of the other, the determined little one started her expedition to reach her mother.

“Mama.”

A sweet insistent voice pulled Dany’s focus away from her work. She looked away from her parchment only to see that her baby girl had crawled over from her pile of toys and plopped her little bum onto the ground by her outstretched legs. Her baby’s chubby little hand lay splayed open on her knee.

“What is it, Ellie?” Dany cooed tapping the baby on her button nose.

“Play, mama.” Little chubby fingers reached towards her, stretching up in the air, flexing and curling, beckoning Dany to join her fun in her own childish, endearing manner.

4) Heroic Idiocy

Outside, the cicadas buzzed and chirped as the Queen of Westeros stood by one of the numerous open windows of her chamber, looking out at nothing in particular. She sighed again, losing count of how many times she had done it that day. Her emotions were a tangle, struggling between telling herself that she should just wait for him to come to her and throwing all restraint to the wind and running to him instead. To apologize, leap into his arms and never let go because she’d been missing him all day. There was also some precious news that she needed to share with him. But was today the right day to disclose it?

The doors to their bed chambers swung open and slammed shut, startling the queen from her thoughts, so hard she could almost feel the floor vibrating under her feet. Her husband had returned.

Great.

From her position by the window, she could hear him banging around behind her, letting out his frustration on the innocent furniture with every item of clothing that he shed, until all that was left were his simple under shirt and linen pants.

“How’s your wound?” Dany spoke up, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a hot knife through lard.

“So now you decide to talk to me.” Jon said rolling his eyes with his back turned to her still. After the incident, Dany had all but refused to look at him, talk to him, giving him the silent treatment. Why couldn’t she understand that he had to do it?

5) Flowers For Papa

It was yet another peaceful day in Kings Landing. The sun was shining with nought a cloud in the sky. In the nursery of the Red Keep, the three Targaryen children were enjoying a quiet afternoon of play with their babysitter for the day while their mother took some time to plan a welcome home surprise for her husband’s return from his trip to the North. It was the first time he’s left his family since the twins were born and to be away for two whole weeks, his family missed him dearly.

“This is a lion.” Aedon’s chubby hands held up a wooden lion figurine, one of ten hand whittled wooden animals by their father’s advisor and friend, Ser Davos, for the twins’ second birthday. Grinning, Aedon offered it to their uncle who lounged upon the chaise by the window of the nursery, his usual goblet of wine in hand.

Patting the child on the cheek, the queen’s trusted hand nodded, his voice a bit slurry from his drink. “Yes. You are quite right. That is a lion.”

6) Paper Planes

Everyone said she was a romantic, ever since she was a small child, a romantic with her mind in the clouds, a dreamer. The very moment her soul mark manifested on her collarbone one morning, she had all but ran around her house shouting in glee, telling each member of her household that she had a soul mate and she was going to meet them one day, just like her mummy and daddy did. She was ecstatic. She couldn’t wait to meet whoever they were that bore a mark that was a pair with hers.  

“How will I know if I’ve met the right person? How will I know that they’re mine, mama?” The little girl asked, rubbing at her mark with a finger, her eyes bright with anticipation, with hope.

Her mother gave her button nose a playful pinch. “You’ll know when your mark starts to grow warm.” Giving the girl’s chest a tap, she continued, “That warmth will then spread to your heart.” Her finger moved down further, the woman then gave her daughter’s belly a poke. “And make you feel all fuzzy in here, like butterflies taking to the sky.” The little girl giggled and dove into her mother’s arms. “When you lay eyes on them, you just know.” She couldn’t wait for that day to come.

7) Love Thought Lost

Swimming through the layers of sleep towards the surface of consciousness, Dany couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so well, so deep and dreamless. Lying on her side, she cracked open blurry eyes slightly and wooden panelled windows of her cabin came into view. The sky outside was still not too bright, the early dawn crepuscular sun rays cut through the dimness of the room providing a little bit of light. The candles that were lit from the night before and the fire in her hearth had long gone out but she didn’t feel cold. In fact she felt so very cosy and warm, combined with the rocking motions of the ship, could very well lull her back to sleep in this comfortable nest of sheets.

Stretching the stiffness out of her sleep idled limbs, her feet bumped into something firm. That something let out a groan from behind her, a very manly groan. That something proceeded to snake an arm around her waist and pulled her to it. Her back came in contact with a muscular bare chest.

There was someone in bed with her. Her eyes widened slightly as awareness flooded her mind once more, along with the memories of the night before. That someone was a very naked Jon Snow.

8) Fun in the Snow

Snowflakes fleeted down to join the collection on the ground as Dany stood by the gates waiting for Jon. The grounds of Winterfell were blanketed in white, fluffy snow after the storm that blustered through the night before. His words telling her to meet him by the castle gates once they were done with their duties came in quiet mutterings as they lay bundled up under the furs of her bed, watching the flurrying white snow fall down from above outside the window with the sun in the background creeping up upon the land. He told her that he wanted to bring her to a place only he knew about. Probably a guise to spend some time alone amongst the mess that was their lives. The time they got alone was finite these days. This tender intimacy was new territory to be explored and any chance they got together was precious. They didn’t know how long they could keep their romance under wraps, maybe everyone around them already had an inkling about what their rulers were up to, sneaking into each other’s chambers every night. But no one seemed to be aware; at least they didn’t seem to be. Dany dared to think they were all right for the moment. So there she was, waiting for him, feeling a little giddy, like a young lady waiting on her beau. Not that she was a lady she was a queen. Jon however, was most definitely beau material. Their nightly romantic dalliances were venturing outside the confines of their chambers. Would this be akin to the days on her ship, under the sun with the eyes of their friends on them, where they couldn’t be as free in their displays of affection?

9) Flowers for Mama

The echoes of his wife’s shrill screams reverberated through his skull. His ears were ringing; his hands were numb under the herculean grip of her smaller clammy ones. Her grip was so hard that they were beginning to cut off the circulation to his fingers, but he held on with his jaws clenched, keeping his fingers closed tightly around hers, giving her all the support he could. The pain appeared to be worsening, judging from the shorter increment of her screams and the tremors running through her petite frame. He wished futilely, willing the waves of pain wracking through her body, as she lay cradled between his arms against the front of his body to lessen even just a fraction. Alas, this was an endeavour that only his queen could overcome, only a woman could overcome. The endeavour of childbirth.

10) Flowers of Jealousy & Apology

Dany and Jon have been married for about a month now, to be returning to Essos as a married woman was interesting to say the least and for her honeymoon no less. Since the war ended, they hadn’t had the time to just relax and be themselves. They were quickly caught up in the task of ruling all seven kingdoms of Westeros. So, they decided it was time for them to finally take a break from living in a stuffy castle to travel and enjoy their marriage, away from responsibilities for a while. It was also the perfect chance for Jon to experience the sight and smells of some of the places Dany grew up in, where she left her foot prints; where she first rose to power; where she did so much good.

Observations:

I like to use descriptions a lot hehe. Sometimes I might mix it up with dialogues :). 

I seem to write a lot of fics in Dany’s POV haha

My openings are sometimes long af cos idk how long to go on for lol.

These fics remind me of the good old days when I first started my journey into the world of fan fiction hehe~~ I think I've grown a bit? Although I feel like my writing can still evolve hmm... I have much, much more to learn. 

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