#if you want to lust after him -watch the rehearsal video

[exsqueezememacaroni]

if you ever want to fall in love, watch the Kaada/Patton Live video

[asena-graywolf]

Sex Sessions

That evening, you decided to focus on a problem you had been experiencing for a long time. Nishinoya, your boyfriend of 3 years, also agreed with you. You have been together for a long time, but you have never had a sexual conversation or relationship with each other until now. Even though you didn't think of including this in your relationship at first, the lust urge inside both of you was preventing this.

You had absolutely no experience. However, you had no idea whether Nishinoya was experienced or not. It would be helpful if she had never had sex experience before. Because he would have his first sexual experience with you. Even though you wanted to ask him this, you completely gave up asking because you thought your boyfriend might be hurt by this question.

You and Nishinoya had talked about this issue last week and decided that you had to start having sexual intercourse somewhere. Nishinoya was ready for this job yesterday. But you had a strange hesitation and fear. In your first experience, you were afraid that something would go wrong, you would get hurt, and you would regret it later.

Of course, these were just bad scenarios. You were relieved that the chances of it happening weren't very high. You took a deep breath and directed your gaze to the ceiling. While you were watching the ceiling of your room, you heard your phone vibrating on the nightstand next to your bed.

You took your phone in your hand. There was a video call from Nishinoya. You couldn't understand why he was making a video call at this hour. He usually didn't make video calls at night. Still, you were dying to see your boyfriend's cute face, so you picked up the phone.

Within a few seconds, Nishinoya's image on your phone screen cleared and he greeted you with his sweet smile.

''Hello sweetie! How's it going?''

It was obvious that she had just come out of the bathroom, as his hair was wet and had gone down unlike usual. He had a towel around his shoulders and was wearing a worn-out white T-shirt.

"Oh! Just a second!" you said and immediately took your headset and plugged it into your phone, then placed it in your ear. Now only you could hear your boyfriend's voice.

You didn't want your parents to wake up to the sound of your voice and come and check on you. So you didn't take any chances. Otherwise you would be deprived of your boyfriend's handsome face

“Noya? You wouldn't call at this hour. What's up? Did something happen?''

''None. I just missed you. "I wanted to see your face." Then he gave you his usual smile.

You responded the same way

''I miss you too. "Do you want to do something after practice tomorrow?"

Looks like you were thinking the same thing at the same time

"I was going to talk to you about this. Shall we meet at the material warehouse after the game tomorrow?

The material warehouse was not a preferred place for meetings. Therefore, although you were a little surprised by this offer, your boyfriend later made the necessary explanation.

"I know this may sound weird, but I thought it was the ideal place for our first sexual experience."

You shuddered as if something cold had flowed down through you. “A-But…why?”

''Don't worry!I won't push you too hard."

“Nice but, Noya… I haven't prepared myself for this yet. So I have to say it was a bit sudden for me.”

"Come come, baby. I thought we had this covered. How long will we keep on like this? We have to start somewhere. Don't worry, I won't push you too much. I guess I'm not going to suddenly do something that will hurt you."

''I know. I trust you but you know my problem is with myself. "I'm inevitably nervous because it's my first time doing something like this."

"There's nothing to worry about, I'll try every way to comfort you," he said, grinning at your image on the screen.

"Okay, okay. Oh I'm excited already"

Nishinoya took advantage of your excitement and thought you could do a little rehearsal in front of the camera.

"I'm as excited as you. Y/n, while we're on video, can't we at least try something to get you used to it?"

"Like what?" you asked as you heard your heart beat faster and felt your blood heating up.

After saying "Watch and see", he lowered the camera a little so that his body was visible and rolled up his white T-shirt to his chest.

The prominent muscles on his abdomen were revealed. You've noticed him taking off his shirt in the living room a few times, but you haven't had the chance to see him this closely. For as long as you can remember, Nishinoya's muscular body has been impressing you. Despite his short stature, no one else had the abs he had.

"Oh my God! "I want to touch your muscles," you said quite eagerly.

Nishinoya covered his stomach and stuck his tongue out at you, grinning

"Come and lick me baby. "I taste like honey"

You laughed with each other

'I'm sure it is. "I would sacrifice anything to touch those muscles"

"Can you show me too?"

Your cheeks turned red involuntarily.

“What?” you asked curiously and a little nervously.

"I don't know, any part of your body. This could be our warm-up lap. "If we start seeing each other's bodies, it will be easier for us to get used to it."

“Oh, I'm not so sure about this, but…” you said, a little worried.

"Come on, don't be shy! I didn't want you to show your genitals directly," he said, trying to keep you as calm as he could.

"Okay" you agreed

After saying "Wait", you slid down the bed a little and positioned the camera to show your entire body.

You rolled up your pajamas but were a little shy to show your breasts.

''Come on baby! You have a very nice body. I want to see those beautiful boobs.”

Your face turned red as you said, "But Noya…"

''Come on! You can do it," he encouraged you.

After agreeing by saying "Okay", you rolled up your pajama top up to your neck.

Your large and full boobs were visible to Nishinoya. You could clearly see that he was drooling as soon as he saw your boobs

''Wow! God I don't believe it! The sexiest boobs I've ever seen in my life! Like grapes. Big and plump. I'm sure it tastes great too. "I want to bite those beautiful boobs"

"Come on and bite" you made fun of your boyfriend by saying

"I'll bite you until I'm bruised."

Nishinoya was assertive about this

"My wild baby. Should I breastfeed you? Would you like it?"

You grasped the tip of your breast with two fingers and showed it to him.

"I want to drink your sweet milk, beauty," he said and licked his lips hungrily.

"Do you know what you did to me?" he continued, making you curious.

"What did I do?" you asked curiously.

He moved the camera downwards. He was only wearing his boxers and you could spot his penis through his boxers. It was obvious that he had hardened and stood up.

"Thanks to you, my dick was attached. Oh y/n, what did you do to that? You are so sexy. Why didn't I think of fucking you all this time?''

"I don't believe it Noya! How impatient you are. If just seeing a pair of boobs gets your dick going, we have a lot more work to do with you."

He positioned the camera back on his face. Now you were looking face to face again

After saying "I have a lot of work to do with you too", he yawned and covered his yawning mouth with his free hand.

Your boyfriend's yawning made you sleepy too.

''I feel sleepy. Otherwise, believe me, I would love to keep on. Anyway, see you at the supply depot after practice tomorrow.”

''I'm excited already. "See you later, honey," you said and waved at you.

''I love you.Good night''

After saying "I love you too", you hung up the phone and put it back in its place.

You fell asleep thinking about how impressed Nishinoya was with your breasts and what you would do tomorrow.

The next day, after school and after training, you met at the gym's equipment warehouse, as agreed. Nishinoya locked the door from the inside.

"Baby, I'm a little sweaty. You wouldn't be disgusted, would you?"

''No. "I would never be disgusted with you," you answered confidently.

After saying "I'm glad about that", he smiled happily with the answer he received.

''Yes. What are we doing? Where do we start?''

Nishinoya put his hands on his hips

"We will continue where we left off yesterday"

"How so?" you wondered.

“You managed to lift my dick last night… today you will suck it with your beautiful lips. I'll teach you how to suck a dick. "If you are successful, I will lick you afterwards."

You were excited. You were going to see your boyfriend's dick for the first time and experience sex for the first time.

''I didn't think about getting into it the first time. "I thought it might be a more enjoyable start if we started with licking."

“You thought well,” you confirmed to your boyfriend.

“Okay now…you will follow my orders to the letter. "Like I said, if you're successful, there's a reward afterward."

''I agree''

''Ok. Then kneel down"

You did what he said. You obediently knelt in front of him. Nishinoya took a step closer to you

Just as he was about to pull down his shorts, you intervened.

"I can help you if you want"

"Are we impatient?" she mocked you.

"Well then, put it down" he said and allowed you to pull down his shorts. You grabbed both sides of his shorts and pulled them down. As soon as you pulled it down, his thick and long dick popped out erect.

"Oh! God is so much bigger than I thought. "It's like a big candy bar."

“Then start licking this candy bar, baby. Come on, come closer. Feel free''

"But, Noya?"

Nishinoya was getting impatient now

''What happened again?''

“I…well. Is it okay if I close my eyes while sucking?"

“I would love for you to look at me with those eyes. That's a shame''

"Please, this is my first time. Try to make do for now. I promise, next time I'll open my eyes"

"Okay, whatever you want. But now put this in your mouth. "I'm starting to get angry!" he said as he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer to him.

"Open your mouth!" he ordered you sternly.

While you opened your mouth a little, he immediately inserted his dick into your mouth.

"Suck it!"

You closed your eyes, holding Nishinoya's big and thick cock with one hand. You wet the tip with your tongue and then, while pumping the dick you held at the base back and forth, you started licking the part you took into your mouth by moving your head back and forth.

Nishinoya was holding your head tightly and pulling you towards him. After a while he started to push you. You were having a hard time taking the entire huge dick into your mouth. You were out of breath.

You were careful not to gag or vomit, but you couldn't say you could hold it back for long.

You were afraid of falling out of favor with Nishinoya if you threw up the first time.

To forget the feeling of vomiting, you decided to pleasure your pussy as it licked Nishinoya's cock. Your wetness had seeped into your panties. You put your hand under your skirt and then you dipped your fingers into your panties and started rubbing your clit, feeling your wet pussy.

''Wow! So you know how to enjoy it, baby"

Nishinoya was pleased with the way you pleasured yourself. Nishinoya urged you to increase your speed a little more. He held both sides of your head tightly and suddenly pressed himself against himself. You gagged and made strange sounds because you took his entire dick into your mouth.

''Open your eyes y/n! "I want you to look at me while experiencing this pleasure."

Nishinoya had become aggressive. He insisted when he saw that you couldn't open your eyes.

''Y/N! "Open your eyes, I tell you!"

He slapped your cheek lightly. It didn't hurt you, but your cheek was slightly red.

You opened your eyes to avoid making him angry even more. He gripped your chin tightly and forced your eyes to look at him.

"I'm about to cum, I want you to look at me while I cum"

You nodded and continued licking. At the same time, you continued to caress your pussy. It was only a matter of time before you both orgasmed. Nishinoya started to push you harder as he neared ejaculation. You were turning red from breathlessness.

"Come on slut! Make me cum!”

This time, he grabbed your hair tightly and pressed you to himself, while he squirted all his semen into your mouth. The head of his cock had reached almost all the way into your esophagus. His hot semen burned your throat. When you took his dick out of your mouth, you coughed and then vomited, spitting out all the sperm in your mouth.

"Jeez! I am sorry. "I think I must have pushed you too hard because I got carried away."

After cleaning himself up, Nishinoya put his shorts back on and leaned over next to you, touching your shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked you.

You looked at him with pink creamy liquid overflowing from your mouth.

"I actually saw his aggressive and cruel side for the first time. “Are you always this cruel and harsh when it comes to sex?” you asked.

''Not always. Since this was a first for me, I was just a little carried away, that's all. I didn't hurt you too much, did I? After all, I made you vomit."

“Absolutely not. This was very enjoyable. "Now that I've achieved this, I'm looking forward to you licking me."

"We won't do that here."

''Why?''

'Come to me tomorrow evening. I'll be home alone anyway. "I want us to reach the peaks of pleasure together in our comfortable bed."

You stood up

''Ok. Obviously then. I'm looking forward to tomorrow"

''Me too. But before that, we'd better both clean up. You're not thinking of going out like this, are you?"

“Of course not,” you responded with a laugh.

''Great. Then wait, I'll get you a towel."

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It will be continue in Part 2

[caspira-writes-fanfiction]

Finding Family (Fizz's Found Family)-Chapter 9

Flying (pt. 3)

The past two months had been the most incredibly wild two months of Fizzarolli’s life. He had never been more popular. Mammon was right, he would make a lot of money for Greed. Nearly every day Fizzarolli had a different engagement with Mamm’s team. There were photo shoots and choreography rehearsals and meetings. Meetings to discuss brand deals were underway almost every other day. There were going to be Fizzarolli shirts and hats and mugs, Mamm wanted pillows and plushes and window clings and jewelry. They even floated a Fizzarolli makeup palate by him the other day.

“You could glitter for everyone, Fizzy.” Fizzarolli didn’t like the way Mammon said it, always a bit more sexual than Fizz was comfortable with. Fizzarolli also never imagined he’d have such a legacy to leave behind, though, and Mammon has given him that. Mamm seemed excited about the idea so Fizzarolli agreed. It was just makeup, it didn’t really matter.

While the meeting and photo shoots and days playing dress up might look like fun, it was still work. Fizzarolli had taken Asmodeus’s advice from when they first met and was reading over each contract carefully. None of them had Fizzarolli walking away with any money for a long time, but with each one he signed he felt that much closer to getting out of his debt. That much reading alone had him tired, but Fizz also needed to rehearse his skills and memorize his lines for multiple upcoming commercials he was set to shoot in the coming weeks.

Fizzarolli had just gotten out of another meeting with Greed’s marketing team. They wanted to bring the Survival Tour back. Well, they wanted to revamp it. A documentary, exploring Fizzarolli’s ~incredible~ story. They promised it would be focused on his story about winning Mammon’s pageant, that it would take a more empathetic approach. There wouldn’t be shock value and a whole section focused on blaming Blitzø. Fizzarolli wouldn’t have to watch the videos or read the newspaper testimonials. It would be a movie to be streamed across the seven rings, Fizzarolli wouldn’t have to sit under a tent and sign autographs or prove what he could do. He’d already proven what he could do by winning the pageant. It wouldn’t be bad. It would be happier, more uplifting. He said he’d think about it, but Fizzarolli wasn’t too sure he had much of a choice.

There was a car waiting for Fizz as he left the building. He wasn’t surprised, but it did make him feel strange. Comforted, but guilty.

Jingles:* I’m taking it I’m welcome back in Lust tonight? TheBigO: You’re always welcome here. Did you have other plans? The car will take you wherever you want to go. Jingles: We don’t have a meeting scheduled, do we? I’m sorry, this one went long. TheBigO: No, nothing in the books. Though if you’re coming back, I have been meaning to float something by you. TheBigO: If you’re in the right headspace, I know this has been a busy week for you.

Fizzarolli almost made a joke about headspace but refrained. He wasn’t feeling particularly flirty right now. Fizz didn’t respond to Ozzie’s message, but he got in the car. Ozzie would get a notification about that, it was response enough.

Fizz had been staying at Ozzies almost exclusively since he’d won the pageant. He’d gone back to his apartment during the day to grab things, but he no longer worked at LooLoo Land and found Lust to be much more comfortable anyway so long as he was allowed to stay. He didn’t feel particularly safe in his old flat. Not now, not after becoming Mamm’s new face. Ozzie never really made him feel unwelcome anyway, he’d been more than supportive and helpful with everything. Still, Fizz felt a little guilty. While they’d slept with each other more than once since that first night, Fizz couldn’t help but feel like he was keeping Lust from really being able to be….well, Lust.

Fizz knew he shouldn’t, but he opened his phone and read over the message thread that he’d stupidly read through hundreds of times in the past few weeks.

Jingles: Send a car. Jingles: Please. Jingles: Oz, right now. Please send a car. Please. Jingles: Please. Jingles: Actually no, sorry. Just kidding! Everything’s fine. No need to send a car. Situation handled.   TheBigO: Where are you? Are you okay?

They hadn’t really talked about that night since, but it weighed heavy in Fizz’s mind. The cheap, shitty apartments outside of LooLoo Land were never particularly safe. The locks weren’t great and being on the first floor the windows were easy enough to break and get into if you were determined. Nobody really tried while Fizz lived there because he had nothing. He was a bit of a pathetic target, anyway. But after winning the pageant, that status changed.

He’d been feeling guilty for sleeping at Ozzie’s for almost a month after winning the contest. He’d decided to give Lust a night, let him get back to how things used to be. How they were supposed to be. Fizz hadn’t thought it would be bad to spend a night on his own. He didn’t have to sleep under his old gross blankets, he had new ones with him. A new pillow too. It would be good for the both of them.

But when Fizz got to his apartment it was trashed. The door had been kicked open, and what little things he had left there were thrown around the room. Papers scattered the floor, his sofa was turned over and the pillows slashed into. All of the cabinets were open and ransacked. He wondered how long it had been like this. He wondered what exactly whoever had been here was looking for. He wondered what would have happened if he’d been here when they came. He wondered if he was here alone.

He’d sent the panicked messages to Asmodeus without thinking. After ten or fifteen minutes, when he was able to walk around the flat and make sure nobody was hiding and waiting to get him, Fizzarolli realized what he’d done. This was supposed to be Asmodeus’s night off from him, and he hadn’t responded, clearly he’d been busy. Fizzarolli had never been a great judge of his emotions, he never knew if his reaction was appropriate or not. He was so embarrassed.

But Asmodeus responded, and when Fizzarolli didn’t answer he called. And when Fizz didn’t answer again, he called a second time. When Fizz picked up and didn’t know what to say, he talked, and when Fizz finally explained what had happened, Asmodeus was stepping out of a blue portal in the middle of Fizzarolli’s living room only moments later. He helped Fizz pack up the rest of his things, and he took him back to Lust.

The guest room was now Fizzarolli’s room until further notice. He was welcome to join Asmodeus in his bed as often as he wanted. Asmodeus put no pressure on sex when Fizz did want to sleep in Ozzie’s bed with him, either. It felt strange, Fizz felt guilty.

With Fizz around all the time, that didn’t leave much opportunity for Ozzie to have other guests over. Surely Lust was getting bored with him.

Mammon had known Asmodeus since the beginning of Hell, he knew him well. A lot better than Fizzarolli did, surely. Fizzarolli had been spending a lot more time with Mammon since winning the pageant, he’d been giving Fizz a lot of advice about a lot of things. When he learned that Fizz had been staying with Asmodeus, he’d given him the lecture about Ozzie’s play things.

Fizzarolli tried not to think about it right now. He tried not to worry about what would happen once Ozzie tired of him, decided that Fizz too much of a burden in his castle. Fizz didn’t ‘put out’ like Mammon suggested he do. Fizz hadn’t felt the need to, but as he reflected on how long he’d been staying in a palace rent free, he couldn’t help but wonder if he should. He didn’t want to go back to the LooLoo Land slums.

The rain in Lust was warm, it didn’t make Fizz’s bones ache. It was comfortable. He liked it here.

Nobody questioned when Fizz got in the elevator to the penthouse. All of the staff knew Fizz well at this point. He wondered how many other guests the staff had known well.

Fizz remembered his breathing exercises as the elevator brought him upstairs. Smile inside and out.

“Fizzarolli!” Asmodeus’s voice boomed happily as Fizz exited the elevator. Asmodeus was just walking down the hall himself.

Fizzarolli had grown comfortable at the penthouse. He smiled up at Asmodeus.

“I am so glad the day is finally over! Are you hungry?” Asmodeus is in a good mood. He looked excited, playful. A very different mood from the marketing team Fizzarolli had spent all afternoon with.

Fizzarolli nodded and followed Ozzie to the kitchen, he knew the routine. “I wasn’t sure if I should come up here or to your office. You said you wanted to talk?”

“Still in business mode, then? How many meetings did you have today?”

“Three. How did your meetings go today?” Over the time that Fizz had known Asmodeus, he’d noticed that the Sin was…...quite terrible at time management. He was driven by passion, and prone to putting off the unexciting parts of his job until the last minute, then they got overwhelming and stressful for him. The night after Fizzarolli had moved into the penthouse, after he found his apartment ransacked, he’d spent the night reorganizing Ozzie’s schedule for the week instead of sleeping. Organizing had been safer than sleeping, he hadn’t wanted to wake Ozzie up with nightmares two nights in a row. Fizz had been afraid Ozzie would be mad that he’d messed with his schedule like that but Asmodeus had tried it and asked Fizz to arrange his schedule the week after that. Fizz didn’t arrange Ozzie’s schedule this week, but he saw that there sere several blocks that just said “meeting.” Today Ozzie had two.

Asmodeus’s smile grew. He hummed as he approached the kitchen and started looking through the fridge. “They went very well, thank you.”

Fizzarolli wanted to ask about them, but he knew better than that. Maybe these meetings were to compensate for what Lust couldn’t do here now that Fizz was living here. Had he overstepped? Was he on his way out? Had Oz gotten bored of him already?

“So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

Asmodeus laughed, but it was all excitement. “Alright, we can start with business first.” Asmodeus’s hand dug in back pocket and tossed something onto the island Fizz had made his way over to. Fizz grabbed them. A set of keys. His brow furrowed.

“What are these?”

“Keys” Asmodeus chuckled, as if Fizzarolli had never seen keys before. He didn’t turn to see Fizz’s face, he was busy chopping vegetables.

Fizzarolli didn’t know what to think. His chest was tight, his face warm while his spine was dripping cold. “Keys to what?” What did this mean?

Asmodeus took a long while to answer, at least it felt like a long time to Fizzarolli. Fizz could tell that Asmodeus was happy, maybe even proud, but Fizz couldn’t help but feel a little nauseous.

“Oh, well. The set of three. That’s for my club”

“You have a club?” How could Fizzarolli not know about this at this point? Was it some sort of secret? Oh Satan, was this some sort of secret sex club or something? Was this another level in the play thing hierarchy? Mammon hadn’t said anything about this. One deep breath, Fizz. He needed to stay calm.

“I’ve been toying with the idea for a while. I have a space in Jizztown that would be nice, but I’ve never quite known what I wanted there.”

Asmodeus had answered Fizzarolli’s question with more detail than was necessary, but Fizzarolli was more confused than he’d ever been. He toyed with the keys in his hand. There were two sets of keys on the large heart shaped ring, the set of three that went to the club and then another set of two. One was a standard sized key, the other was much, much smaller.

“What are these other two for?”

“You.” Asmodeus said that as if that was the most natural answer, as if that made any sense. They were for Fizz, sure, but where did they go? Fizz didn’t need keys to the palace, all of the staff knew who he was. These weren’t his keys to the LooLoo Land flat, and they were distinctly different from the club keys.

“Last I checked I didn’t have any stuck locks.” Fizzarolli settled slightly as he heard Asmodeus snort.

“No, no. Not for you, your body. For you. For your apartment.”

It was Fizzarolli’s turn to laugh now. “No they’re not. My apartment keys have a square head. This key is rounded.” Worry started solidifying in the pit of his stomach, hard like a stone. Ozzie wanted him out of here. Fizzarolli couldn’t look upset, that would only make things worse.

“No. Not there. You’re not going back there.” Ozzie’s voice was firm and convincing. Normally it would have comforted Fizzarolli, but it only made Fizz’s heart pick up the pace even more. He ran his thumb over one of the keys absently, as if he could even feel the texture. The back and forth motion was just comforting, he tried to be as silent as possible. Ozzie was still rather fixated on cooking.

“It’s for your apartment in Lust.” Ozzie’s voice was lighter now, but Fizzarolli was nearly frozen still. It wasn’t until Asmodeus turned around to look at him that Fizz broke out of it and spoke.

“I don’t understand.” Fizz could see the excitement on Ozzie’s face dull as Fizz admitted to his confusion. He felt guilty for it. Ozzie probably wasn’t even being confusing at all, Fizzarolli just fundamentally misunderstood something. Was he supposed to be expecting this? Was there something in his contracts that he’d missed? Why would he have an apartment in Lust?

“I wanted you to have a place that you felt safe to be at. Without the expectation that you had to be here.”

So Asmodeus did want him out. That’s okay Fizzarolli reminded himself. You’ve been through worse and come out better. You’re living the dream. This is not the end of it. He just had to convince his body of the same too.

Fizzarolli didn’t know what to say. A King of Sin had gotten him something, it would be rude not to accept it. His mind flooded with worry about the implications of this, but he didn’t allow himself to focus on any singular one for too long. Anything other than acceptance would be rude.

“Thank you, Sir.”

This shouldn’t hurt. His chest shouldn’t feel like it’s crushing in on itself. The room shouldn’t be loosing all it’s oxygen but something about this just feels wrong. Mammon was right. Lust would get sick of his little fuck doll. He hadn’t even kept his interest more than a few months. Fuck.

Smile inside and out.

“Sir?” That had piqued Ozzie’s interest. Fizzarolli didn’t call him Sir. Not in the kitchen he didn’t. “You feeling alright, Fizzy?” Something about this moment felt off, but Oz wasn’t entirely sure how yet. He was hoping that it was just his own expectations of Fizz’s reaction not being met.

Fizz smiled and nodded. Best to distract Ozzie now, put on a little show. If he could keep Ozzie focused on him for a while longer, convince him that everything was fine. Things tended to crumble for Fizzarolli when Asmodeus started showing concern, Everything was fine, Fizz was fine.. Fizzarolli stretched a leg out as far as it would go and wrapped it around Ozzie’s middle. He pulled himself to the other, his arms wrapping around Lust’s shoulders.

“I’m feeling great. What about you, Big Sexy?” His tongue licked up the side of Ozzie’s neck and made the Sin shiver.

Asmodeus smiled as he welcomed the horny little demon holding onto him like a jetpack. He was tempted to pause, give Fizz a bit more attention, but his hands were already covered in onion. Best to keep choping. “I’m hungry. I’m thinking Shakshuka.”

“Shakshuka” Fizz repeated. It was a fun word to say. His tongue stuck out as he let go of Asmodeus and shrunk down to his normal size, only to spring back up and sit himself on the counter next to the stove.

“And a salad. And maybe we could finish off that cake from the other night?”

“Whatever you want, Oz. You know I’m not picky.”

Asmodeus gave Fizzarolli a look, but he didn’t argue. Something still felt off about this moment but he dismissed it. Ozzie nodded and carried on with his work. When he was back at the sink, he got a glass of cold water and set it down next to Fizzarolli. It had been a long day and knowing Fizz, he hadn’t stopped to take care of himself once if he didn’t have to. He wondered if now was really the right time to continue this conversation.

Asmodeus hummed and continued on with his work in the kitchen. He smiled as Fizz sat pretty and kept him company. Never one to sit still, though, Fizzarolli changed his pose every few minutes. If Asmodeus didn’t acknowledge one of his poses, the next one would get more outrageous. When Ozzie had missed three in a row to wash the salad greens, he returned to find Fizz tangled in a knot of his own limbs.

“Well now” Asmodeus chuckled. “This is your most unique one yet. Walk me through the process of how you got here?” Lust placed the greens down on the counter beside Fizzarolli and carefully helped him unknot his hand from his ankle from his other leg. He watched carefully from his peripheral as Fizz caught his breath. He hadn’t waited for Fizz to reply or ask him for help before he’d helped him, there was a distinct look in Fizz’s eyes that read as pain to Asmodeus.

“You alright?” he asked a moment later, after Fizz had an opportunity to assess himself. Asmodeus was definitely picking up on some tension and stress. That was to be expected to some extent though, it had been a long week.

“Fine, yeah. Just fine.” Fizz stretched, then decided to sit himself back down on the edge of the counter with his legs crossed high over his knees. He sat pretty while Asmodeus sauteed the aromatics, crushed tomatoes, and poached the eggs in their divine smelling sauce.

Fizzarolli had never ’put out’ like Mammon had suggested, but he knew what he was referring to when he spoke about it. Sex work wasn’t an uncommon side gig in the circus business, and while Fizzarolli had stayed far away from it himself that didn’t mean he didn’t understand. Plenty of his circus friends, especially as he got older, had. He knew the basics. Sit pretty, look alluring, laugh at what the other person says, do what they ask (unless they want to hurt you).

Fizz gave Asmodeus his flirtiest eyes while he cooked. He made as many sex jokes as he could. He got in trouble more than once for sticking his finger in the pot and having a taste.

“Stooop” Asmodeus’s voice chided melodically as Fizzarolli stood on the edge of the large pan and bent down to smell it. “You’re going to make a mess” Asmodeus’s hand leveled to the pan for Fizzarolli to step onto. Fizzarolli on his shoulder is a much safer Fizzarolli.

“I thought you didn’t mind a little mess” Fizz teased.

Ozzie gave an amused hum and nodded. “Did you want to be covered in tomato and feta?”

“It’d give you a reason to undress me”

Asmodeus did appreciate the imagery, but with Fizz sitting so close to him he could get a better read on the energy. There was something forced about it, something bitter. “What’s the rush? Can’t I do that after we eat?”

Fizzarolli paused. The air in the room seemed to still for a moment. “I get to stay the night?”

The chuckle Asmodeus replied with was light, it was the comforting laugh that Fizzarolli loved, but Fizzarolli still felt uncertain. He was confused. He didn’t even know where to begin, he didn’t think he could ask questions.

“Of course you can stay the night. What’s gotten into you today?”

“Nothing! What’s gotten into you?!” Fizz hadn’t meant to get defensive, he just hated that none of his tricks were working. He was an entertainer, he was good at putting on a face and yet Asmodeus seemed to see right through him. Is that why he’d gotten bored of him? He’d figured him out?

“What are you talking about?”

Fizzarolli’s heart was beating up in his throat. You must be doing some real freaky things to keep him entertained for so long. You a sick fuck, Fizzarolli? No? Well then, what’s the fucking deal? Asmodeus wasn’t like that, though. He’d never made Fizz feel like there were those types of expectations. Still, Mammon had known him longer. He’d know how this would play out, wouldn’t he? You’re amazing, Fizzy. Really. One of a fucking kind, a legend. But he’s Lust, mate. He’s got a rotation. Don’t get too in your head thinking you’re special. He gets bored of even the most legendary.

“You’re tired of me.” It fell out of his mouth like a mistake, it wasn’t the most regal or practiced thing to say. Probably another reason he needed to leave, he didn’t fucking know how to act.

“What?” Asmodeus was offended.

“I’ve overstayed my welcome. I get it, I know. What do I owe you for all this?”

Asmodeus had overstepped somewhere, but he couldn’t understand what Fizz was asking for. “Do you want another bill?” His tone shifted to be quieter, hoping Fizz would recognize he was not a threat.

Fizzarolli did not make that connection.

“I want you to tell me when I have to be out of here!” Fizzarolli jumped down from Asmodeus’s shoulder back onto the counter. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest. Asmodeus frowned.

“You don’t have to be anywhere.” Asmodeus turned off the stove and turned to Fizz. He looked so stressed. Asmodeus sighed. “Come on, let’s eat something.” Asmodeus turned towards the cabinets to grab dishes for them.

“No!”

Ozzie paused. He turned and looked at Fizzarolli, completely confused. “Fizz…”

“No, I mean, fine!” Shit. He knew he fucked up. He always crumbled once Asmodeus started showing concern. He didn’t know how to explain what was wrong in the first place, it was easier to just make Ozzie happy, but he wasn’t making Asmodeus happy. Fizz extended his leg, stepping halfway across the room to grab salad bowls. “This looks great by the way, have I mentioned that?”

Fizzarolli flitted around the kitchen, filling all the roles Asmodeus wasn’t as he stood in the middle of the room studying Fizzarolli. He set the table and grabbed water for both of them, he put the salad in the middle of the table, he grabbed forks and knives. He then tried to get Asmodeus to join him, and to tell him how he was supposed to plate the shakshuka.

“Come on, sexy. Let’s go eat.” Fizzarolli stretched to be Asmodeus’s size. He wrapped his arms around Asmodeus and rested his head against Oz’s shoulder. He blinked up at him and stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth in a way that usually got Asmodeus to smile.

“Pause.”

Fizz retracted. His blood ran cold, he stood up straight and waited to be told what he’d done wrong. Usually it was Fizzarolli that called pause, and that was usually just as a test to make sure Ozzie would. Fizzarolli understood the importance of this moment. Asmodeus had sensed something was off, they were going to check in. Fizzarolli always began to crumble once Oz showed concern. He didn’t want to be told he was obsolete another time tonight.

Asmodeus’s movements were slow. He took a deep breath, he sighed. He sat down on the floor so that he’d be slightly less towering over the other. He could see how tense Fizzarolli was, he didn’t want to do anything to make it worse. Despite being the one to initiate the pause, he felt the urge to hold his hand out, give Fizz the option to buy back into the moment. Maybe he would, but not yet.

“Why do you think I’m tired of you?”

Fizzarolli flinched at the question. He didn’t dare look into Ozzie’s eyes, not yet. His arms wrapped protectively around himself. He stayed quiet for a long time, he tried to find the right words.

“I’ve stayed here too long.”

Asmodeus pinched the bridge of his nose but he did his best not to look irritated. “You’re always welcome here, Fizzy. How many times have I told you that?”

“I’m keeping you from being yourself, you want me out."

Lust had to think for a long time to understand what Fizzarolli was talking about. It took him far too long to make the connection, and he felt like a complete idiot once he had. “Is this because of the keys?”

Fizz nodded. He was looking away from Ozzie, biting the insight of his cheek. He hated how easily Asmodeus saw through him. How he seemed to understand things about Fizzarolli before even Fizz did sometimes. He was trying to keep himself from crying.

“Fizz, we barely had a conversation about that.” Fizzarolli continued to stay turned away from Asmodeus. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay here. And you’re not going back to those slums in Greed.”

When Fizzarolli continued to stay quiet, Asmodeus continued. “I should’ve presented the idea more formally. I got too excited.”

“You don’t want me here anymore.”

“No!”Asmodeus blurted out almost too quickly. Fizzarolli turned to face the Sin. “I want you to headline at my club.”

Asmodeus had to reassure Fizzarolli half a dozen times that he wasn’t opening a sex club in the way he worried it was going to be before Fizzarolli held his hand out, letting Asmodeus know he’s comfortable enough for touch again.

“It’s a sexy club, not a sex club”

Asmodeus chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, sure….I like that!. The club space needs a lot of work still. We can talk through what the place will look like as we make renovations.”

Fizzarolli was no less confused than he was before, but he was less afraid.

“And you can stay here every single night if you want, I like having you around. But you’ve spent many nights in your room instead of my bed. And that’s fine! It’s just….it’s only a room. And it’s attached to my palace. You deserve a place that’s your own, truly private.”

He still didn’t understand why Ozzie would do all this for him. Why he wanted Fizz to headline for his club, why did he deserved his own apartment? This was more than he’d ever had. “So my paycheck for working at the club pays for the apartment?”

“The apartment is included in your contract. Part of your paycheck for working at the club would go towards your debt to Greed.”

Fizzarolli’s lips pursed and he nodded. “The other part goes to the apartment.”

“The other part goes to you.”

It took Fizzarolli a long time to figure out what that meant. He’s still not sure he can accept what he wants to believe it means. “Towards another debt.”

Asmodeus sighed. “No, Fizz. To you. Money for you.”

Another long pause. “Money for spending?” That got Asmodeus to chuckle.

“Money for spending, money for saving, you can cash it all and turn it into little paper crafts for all I care. It’s yours to decide.”

Fizzarolli hadn’t had pocket change in a long time, not since the accident, let alone an opportunity to save? He’d been reliant on what he could get from loans, and worked his ass off to repay them. He had accepted that would be his life a long time ago. Mammon was too greedy to allow anything else. How had Asmodeus swung this?

“H-how? Why?” This had to be a prank, or a dream. Maybe Fizzarolli actually died a year ago in surgery and this was just some long, drawn out hallucination as he bled out in the operating room. That would explain why absolutely none of this made any sense. The look Asmodeus gave him made no sense either. It looked sad, but not in a way that conveyed pity. That was a difficult expression to relay, but Fizzarolli accepted it was genuine with the firm way he spoke.

“You deserve agency.”

The world suddenly became very big and very small at the same time. Things stilled and he felt close to Asmodeus, but the idea that he could save, that he could have money of his own made his world feel so much larger. Fizzarolli felt like he was floating, he was in shock. He still couldn’t entirely believe it.

“Why?” Fizzarolli repeated.

Asmodeus was puzzled. He looked down at Fizzarolli, then laughed. “What do you mean why?” Asmodeus leaned in closer to the other, his hand reaching out to ask if Fizz wanted to be picked up. “I’m offering you a job, you deserve to be paid for it.”

“You’re offering me an apartment for the job.” Fizzarolli countered.

“The apartment comes with the job. You still deserve a paycheck.”

Fizzarolli didn’t know what to say, this felt almost too good to be true. Fizzarolli was blushing. It felt like a lot, but it no longer felt like an obligation. He had some agency, he had some power.

Falling almost felt like flying, and Fizzarolli often had to ask himself which was which. He wasn’t too sure where this new endeavor would leave him. Asmodeus wanted him to headline at his club, he wanted him to have opportunities. Certainly that meant that he still had interest in him. Fizzarolli wasn’t to be tossed aside just yet. The anxiety of becoming boring to Asmodeus still weighed on him, but Asmodeus reminded him a dozen times that this wasn’t a one day conversation.

Oz convinced Fizzarolli to eat their dinner, he felt a little less afraid. He convinced Fizzarolli to watch a shitty movie with him, he was feeling tired by the end of it. Asmodeus invited Fizzarolli into his bed at the end of the night, Fizz didn’t feel so indispensable. He decided to trust Asmodeus.

A few days later when they visit the apartment that would be Fizz’s, he felt more like flying than falling. When they visit the club space and Ozzie writes down every idea Fizz spits out, he feels closer towards the clouds than the clay. When the opening of Ozzie’s is heralded as a remarkable success months later, Fizz was floating. When Fizz got his first paycheck he was soaring.

Fizzarolli had more freedom than he’d ever had before. He was on top of the world.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Flash Warning**

Okay, so I FINALLY downloaded TikTok and saw a thing and it inspired this smutty thing. Hope you guys like it....

WC: 2.4K

Harry was back in London and one of the first people he wanted to see was Y/N, his longtime friend and occasional flame. She was more than thrilled to have him nearby again and clearly he had been too since as soon as he saw her he skipped the hug and went straight for a kiss to her lips that ended with both of them giggling and confessing how much they had missed each other. After some food and catching up, Harry had asked her to stay with him for a few days and how could Y/N decline?

Just because he’s back home it doesn’t mean he isn’t busy. With the grammy’s coming up and just his own boredom, he’s been rehearsing and having meetings over zoom and long phone calls and well Y/N is currently laying in his bed scrolling through TikTok when she sees a video of a woman who flashed her husband in the middle of a meeting. At first she’s giggling along with the woman watching her flustered husband. But as the video loops she focuses her attention on the husband and takes in his reaction. The way his eyes widen before darkening and how a mischievous smirk takes over his face and suddenly she’s turned on and it got her thinking that in their occasional hook ups, Harry is the one with the confidence.

Harry always flusters her. When he’s needy or in some kind of mood he’s always the one to reach out and make things interesting. He knows exactly what buttons to push and what things to say to make her hot and sticky between her thighs and get her throbbing for him. Maybe it’s some time for pay back. She bites on her lip, contemplating her idea for a moment before she’s pushing herself off of his bed and snapping her bra off from under the t-shirt of his she’s wearing. She decides on a change of underwear and a little lip gloss before wandering down to his home office.

As she makes her way down the first floor hallway she can hear his muffled voice through the closed door and she grows a little bit nervous at what she’s about to do. She takes a deep breath as she stops at his door and hopes to god that he doesn’t get angry at her. She carefully twists the doorknob and pushes the door open quietly. Harry glances up at the motion of the door and he sees her. Y/N offers him a smile as her fingers mess with the hem of the shirt she’s got on. He glances back to his laptop as the conversation continues and she just sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she raises her top over her chest.

The next happens within ten seconds. Harry does a double-take as he sees Y/N’s breasts just there, in plain sight. The first thing he does is bite down on his lip when he feels his cock come alive in his sweatpants. His eyes darken as his mind is suddenly clouded with lust as his eyes drift over her breasts and up her face once more, her lips looking so juicy and slick. He wants to have those same juicy lips stretched around his cock at this very moment. When their eyes meet she giggles quietly before stepping out and shutting the door behind her once again. He swallows the lump that somehow formed in his throat and unmutes his mic.

“Hey sorry guys, something’s come up, I need t’go.”

“But-”

“Sorry, I really need to go.” He rushes before leaving the meeting and shutting his laptop.

He rushes out of the room, looking up and down the hall for Y/N and sees one of the fuzzy socks she was wearing down the hall. As he walks further he finds another one at the end of the stairs. He grins in excitement as he climbs up the stairs and finds his t-shirt discarded down the hall and as he glances up he sees her panties hung on his bedrooms door knob. At this point Harry’s blood is boiling with need for her. He can’t believe they actually haven’t done anything since his arrival a few days prior. He can’t ignore the throbbing of his cock as he lifts the panties from the door knob and pushes it open gently. She’s sat, crosslegged, on the edge of his bed with a little grin across her lips.

“You are a fucking trouble maker.” He chastises playfully through a chuckled and she shrugs through a giggle.

“You’re being a bad host.” She responded and he cocked his head to the side, nodding in understanding through his smirk.

“Right… sorry, lovie.” He said and she smiled sweetly.

“S’alright, H. I get it, rock star, movie star… you’re busy.” She said as he approached her, taking in her body. When he stood before her his hand came up to the side of her face, holding it tenderly.

“But not too busy for you. Ever.” He assured and she smiled, “I really missed you, y’know. You and your body, I mean…fuck,” he huffed, “look at you.” He hummed as he took her in. She felt her face grow hot at his gawking, “Is this where your little plan ends?” He teased and she shook her head. She stood and pressed him down onto the bed where she sat on his lap and tugged his shirt off of him. She leaned forward and just as his lips were about to meet her own she pressed her lips to his jaw and he grinned as her hand pressed his head a bit back, his hands squeezed at her thighs as her lips sponged down his neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping down to his chest. The slow burn of it all had him reeling and groaning as her tongue traced down his abs. “Fuck…” he groaned silently as she tugged down his sweats, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath and as soon as her warm palm circled his length his eyes shut tight. Then it was her lips on his thighs as she spread his legs open a bit, his fingers tightened up in the sheets as she started sucking at his inner thigh, her hand slowly stroking at him. His breathing was shallow and he swallowed hard at the pressure from her sucks on his thigh.

“Sorry… may or may not have left a little mark.” She hummed and he grinned, caressing her face with his hand once more. She knelt up a bit further and just slipped the tip of his cock between her lips, sucking gently.

“Shit. Love the sight of my cock between those lips.” He moaned, watching her take a little more of him. She started building a rhythm that made his body feel on fire. He was thrusting up into her mouth, moaning uncontrollably as she took him without a complaint. “Fuck, you’re so good with that mouth, lovie.” He was so close to withering, but he didn’t want to finish yet, “I need to get in you, love. Wanna fill you up with my cum.” He groaned and she pulled off of him, stroking him with the same rhythm.

“Yeah?” She asked with a grin.

“Yeah, baby. Please, please.” He pleaded and she pressed herself up on his knees and straddled his lap. Her wet and throbbing center was right up against him, so hard and ready for her. His lips met hers in an urgent and needy kiss. She was certain that this was the hottest and most hungry kiss she’d ever had with anyone. The way his hands were squeezing her ass and trying to pull her closer, it was making her even more needy for him. She moaned loudly ass his teeth sunk into her breast, sucking at her skin as she’d done to his thigh. After leaving a mark there, he did the same to the other side before licking and sucking at her pert nipples eagerly as her fingers tangled in his curls and as his cock rubbed against her center. The friction was delicious and she wasn’t even embarrassed that it was bringing her to the edge as he kissed her lips once more.

“I’m coming.” She gasped against his lips, their foreheads pressed together as she shook in his arms, moaning out the pleasure he had brought her. As she came down he hugged tight around her waist and dragged their bodies up to the top of the bed, where he pressed her into the soft mattress and grabbed his cock and ran it against her folds.

“Ready for me?” She nodded eagerly, eyes desperately searching his. With her nod of confirmation he pushed himself inside her tight, little hole. They both groaned at the pleasure of finally being connected in that way. Right away, he started with a slow pace, but his thrusts were deep and making her tummy tighten up. “Love the sounds you make for me, baby.” He grunted through his movements, “Love to hear how much you love me being inside of you.” She whimpered his name as his words made her body feel like it was slowly but surely combusting.

He pulled out of her for a second and knelt on the bed, she knew that he was about to give it to her so hard and fast. When he thrust back into her it was with a lot more power now that he had more range of motion, his large had was pressed against her lower tummy and the other was right by her core, thumb gazing over her clit at a steady pace.

“Fuck…” he panted, “Can feel my cock right… here.” He muttered, adding more pressure to her tummy.

“Oh fuuuck!” She cried out as the pleasure started building. She could feel the tickles spreading from her core all the way to her finger tips and her skin to burst with goosebumps as it started getting stronger. The groans that were flowing from his mouth were adding to her pleasure and the sounds of him fucking her into oblivion were incredibly sexy.

“Come f’me.” He panted and it really didn’t take long for her world to pause for a moment as the pleasure exploded inside of her. She was moaning his name as her legs attempted to shut around him, but instead he kept thrusting into her even harder than before, she was ready to come undone again, it was all too much. He was thrusting so hard and far too deep, right into that spot that ensured that walking be a challenge for her for the rest of the day. Her clit was too sensitive as he rubbed it gently to the point is made her body tremble and her eyes tear up.

“Oh fuck, H, please!” She whimpered, feeling her body become weak beneath his.

“One more, baby, just one more and I’ll fill your little cunt with my cum.” He panted tiredly. The idea of him even doing that… this was beyond anything they’d ever even done, but feeling him.

Really feeling him was enough motivation for her to focus on that little lick of pleasure. She was getting so close and she knew that this would be intense, so much over stimulation, such a hard fuck, she was done for. Her body froze and her breathing hitched before the moans and curses started falling from her lips. Harry quickly pulled out of her, rubbing her clit fast as her cum gushed from her entrance. Her body was writhing as he stuffed himself inside of her again, feeling and hearing her continue to squirt around him, he grunted and his eyes shut tight as he sunk as deep as he could and came undone. Thick white ropes of him filling her in a way he’s always dreamed of. Once he was done he kissed her despite them both being out of breath and hazy from the pleasure.

“Fuck… I’ve never done that before.” She whispered tiredly and he smiled, eyes still closed because quite honestly, he felt a little light headed after coming so much and so hard. They lay there in silence, recovering for close to ten minutes, all she could feel below the hips was her core throbbing steadily after taking such a rough pounding. Just thinking about it was making her skin prick with need again despite how fucked out she was, “H…” she mumbled as she glanced towards his face, his eyes opened to acknowledge her, “What the fuck was that?” She giggled and he chuckled before his face went all pink in some embarrassment. They had only had sex twice before, their encounters usually consisted of other forms of pleasure, not actual sex. And the other times it had been sweet and giggly, oftentimes on the influence of some alcohol and gargantuan amounts of sexual tension and he had never even tried to actually finish inside, even with a condom. Her eyes searched his and he shrugged.

“Just missed you so fucking much.” He said simply, “Wanted to feel close with you.” He reason tiredly and she smiled.

“I missed you too.” She hummed before they kissed gently, “Gotta change the sheets… made a proper messy of’em.” She grumbled against his mouth.

“In a bit, I need a nap.” He hummed and she turned away from him and he pulled her closer to him.

“Did you finish your meeting?” She asked softly as her fingers interlocked with his over her stomach.

“No. Not after that little stunt ya’pulled.” He said as they laughed softly.

“Hope it wasn’t too important then.” She sighed tiredly.

“It was just for planning the next tour, so only one of the most important meetings but-”

“Oh my god.” She interrupted with a groan and he chuckled, “I’m so sorry, Har.” She giggled.

“No you’re not. And quite frankly neither am I, was about to say that you’re more important.”

“Lies. I’m not and you know it.” She responded, being a workaholic herself, she knew he was just saying it to make her feel not so bad.

“Fine, fine… but at least equally important. I’m not lying. If I didn’t think so I wouldn’t have ended it.” He reasoned and she stayed quiet, happy with his answer. “You do know that you mean the world to me, right?” He asked quietly against her shoulder and she smiled.

“Y’mean the world to me too.” She whispered softly and smiled when he kissed her bare shoulder before hugging her close.

[born-to-lose]

Shut Your Mouth Before I Fuck It

Pairing: Tommi Lalli x fem!reader

Requested by anon

Summary: Never be cocky towards Tommi - unless you want him to teach you a lesson...

Tags: smut, dom!Tommi, drumstick fucking, degradation, pain play

Words: 1,076

A/N: Thought I'd post this one due to our Tommi brainrot after the red flags video 👀 Might as well be the kinkiest thing I've written so far, so 18+ only please!

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Tommi was drumming in the rehearsal studio while you were sitting on the couch across the room. The rest of the band wasn't here yet, but he just felt like practicing an hour earlier. When one of his drumsticks broke, he stopped playing and said, "Get me those drumsticks over there, please."

You lowered your magazine to look at him with a teasing grin before lifting it up to cover your face up to your eyes again. "I don't like being told what to do unless I'm naked," you stated nonchalantly.

He stood up from behind his drum kit and walked around it, standing a few meters away from you with his arms crossed. "Then take off your clothes."

Satisfied with his response, which was exactly what you had wanted to achieve, you obeyed and slowly got undressed, his eyes following your every move. Neither of you seemed to care that the boys could also arrive early and catch you doing what you were doing, but maybe that was what made it so exciting. Taking in your appearance, he licked his lips. "Now get on your knees, kitten. And come here."

You got on all fours and crawled over to Tommi, not breaking eye contact. When you were kneeling right in front of him, you fluttered your eyelashes as he stroked your head. "Good girl."

He let his hand travel through your hair before taking all your hair in his hand and clenching his fist, pulling on it to make you look up at him. His eyes were dark with lust and you rubbed your thighs together to help the heat between your legs.

"Now will you suck my dick, baby?" he asked, but you knew it was an order and not an actual question and you nodded without hesitation, which made him smirk. "I knew you'd like that, you little slut."

You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans and boxers, exposing his hard cock. You wrapped your hand around the shaft, pumping it a couple of times before taking the tip in your mouth. He moaned and tightened his grip on your hair, which only made you suck harder and take more of it in your mouth until your nose nudged the curls at the base, tears pricking in your eyes as you tried to suppress your gag reflex. You sucked in air before bobbing your head and repeating your movements, making him groan deeply and close his eyes.

"Let me cum on your face," he said quickly, doing his best to keep up his commanding tone.

You let him pull out of your mouth and squirt on your face, licking your lips while he was watching you, his breathing slowly becoming steadier. "You look so pretty like that. On your knees with my cum all over your face… Let me clean you up, baby girl."

Tommi left the room to get a wet paper towel and wiped the mess off your face before crouching down to kiss you deeply, his free hand holding your chin. "Remember what I asked you to do earlier?" he asked after throwing the towel in the trash can.

"To get your drumsticks," you replied.

"Yes. Now get them."

Once again, you followed his order and handed him the drumsticks, which he took with an appreciative nod. "On the couch, on your back."

You made your way to the sofa and laid on it. He kneeled down in front of you, spreading your legs so one was on the backrest and the other foot was on the floor. He slid two fingers inside you, slightly shaking his head. "Already so wet just from giving me a blowjob…"

Your body clenched around his digits at that comment. He removed his fingers and held the drumsticks up with dark eyes. "I would have used those to play, but I think you can figure out how I'm gonna use them now," he said in a low voice.

You swallowed and wet your lips as he put the drumsticks in a condom he had in his pocket - 'because you never know when you might need it'. Then he carefully pushed them into you, making your eyes flutter shut. After a moment, he started slowly moving them back and forth, each movement eliciting a moan from you. You bit down on your hand, but he immediately grabbed it. "No no, I want to hear your moans, sweetheart."

While he continued thrusting the drumsticks into you at a steady pace, he leaned forward to harshly suck on your collarbone. You reflexively bucked up your hips when he bit down, the tips of the drumsticks hitting just the right spot, which certainly didn't help you keep your noises at a low level.

Tommi smirked and held your wrists, pressing them into the cushion above your head as he bit you a little too hard. You whined quietly at the pain, but you also liked it when he was a tiny bit too rough with you.

"Tommi…" you moaned, your fingers clinging to his hand.

Knowing you were close to coming, he carefully pulled the drumsticks out of you and replaced them with his hard-on, giving you some time to adjust before starting to thrust into you at an increasing pace. You squeezed your eyes shut, screaming in pleasure until he slipped his fingers into your open mouth. "Suck," he commanded and you did.

Tears began to well up in your eyes as he slowed down to push into you as deeply as he could instead. He removed his fingers from your mouth and circled your clit, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Let them know who can fuck you best."

"You," you breathed.

"What's my name?" He nearly pulled out, staying in this position for a moment.

"Tommi."

"Louder."

"Tommi," you repeated loudly in a shaky voice as he continued thrusting into you.

"That's right, baby," he growled, his grip on the backrest of the couch tightening as he sped up again to push both of you over the edge.

With a loud scream, you came, rolling your hips to ride out your orgasm. Your chest was heaving and a few tears rolled down your cheeks, which he wiped away with his thumb after letting go of your wrists. He pushed some hair out of your face and smiled admiringly.

"I love you, I hope you know that," Tommi whispered before kissing you softly.

[clumsy-hood]

obey me! demon brothers + love languages (giving vs receiving)

prompt: how the demon brothers like to show and receive love

word count: 2,633

a/n: another late night attempt i wrote the night before and found in my notes. i really do appreciate feedback if anyone wants to shoot me a message. obey me, the ikemen otome games, and playchoices have really kept me nice and distracted during the pandemic so if anyone even wants to chat about any of those topics, i have thoughts and would like to hear yours. do this for a broke, bored bitch.

Lucifer

giving: quality time

There is no denying that the Avatar of Pride has a fairly hectic daily schedule—excluding his brothers’ shenanigans, that is still putting it mildly—so it seems best fit he best shows his love for you by simply spending time alone together. No matter if it’s a dinner date at Ristorante Six or spending the night together in his room listening to music, that time is strictly dedicated to you and no one else. You have Lucifer’s undivided attention—unless his brothers nearly destroy the house, then that is an entirely different story. One-on-one time with him may not always be as common as you’d like, but he sure as hell will put in the effort—so much so that if you’ve had scheduled plans for quite some time (ones he can’t afford to miss), he will rush every meeting, speed through paperwork, and all-in-all practically sprint to make it to you on time. 

receiving: acts of service

As much as he’ll go the extra mile to spend so much as a brief moment with you, the way to his heart is doing the little things to make life just a little more bearable for him. Mammon’s plotting to cheat some local low-tier demons? You’re there to redirect his plans to something less potentially chaotic. Lucifer forgot he had to make dinner for the house that night? You’re already on it so long as he helps with cleanup later. Beel ate someone’s food? You’ve already diffused the situation and now the brothers are heading on a snack run. At first, Lucifer was somewhat convinced you were trying to win his brothers’ favors until he realized every little deed or chore completed was to benefit him. Absolutely no ulterior motives planned! It wasn’t until you’d caught him half-asleep and hunched over the desk in his study and offered him a mug of hot tea did he realize how warm and cared for you truly made him feel. The poor guy just isn’t used to be loved and doted on. 

Mammon

giving: giving gifts

As greedy as he is to spend time with you, Mammon is convinced the best way to show you how much he truly cares for you is to give you anything and everything he can. You are the only person he can never bring himself to steal from—that’s just how special you are to him. In fact, you’re so important to him that every gift—no matter how big or small—given from him was purchased, won, or even made in the most honest ways possible. He sees you eyeballing a toy at a carnival? He’ll spend whatever money his broke ass has left just to win it for you. If you so much as mention in passing that you like a certain jacket, that boy will wait tables at Hell’s Kitchen for however long it takes to buy you what he thinks you deserve. You mean so much to him—a price that can never be paid, it doesn’t even exist—and even though you’re not nearly as materialistic as he tends to be, if he can’t afford to give you the world to see you smile, then he’ll damn well try to earn it some way or another. 

receiving: words of affirmation

Let’s face it, poor Mammon is often the brunt of jokes and insults from his brothers and the occasional low-tier demons, and your small words of kindness leave him a blushing, bumbling mess as he’d be quick to agree and accept your praise. Even if you complimented his hair or told him he had a cute smile in passing, it was as though someone lit sparklers in his chest and he couldn’t help how damn giddy he was. If the Avatar of Greed had a good idea, you were quick to agree and praise him—even defending his choices to his brothers whenever they dismissed or outright ignored him. The sound of your voice had become his favorite thing as though it could be the soundtrack of his day. Though, as much as he enjoyed your compliments and affirmations, you just listening to him vent or complain or even telling you about his day made him feel more heard than he had been for the longest time. And something about that was exciting and confusing all at once, but he knew he never wanted it to end. 

Levi

giving: quality time

The Avatar of Envy himself has mentioned that his type is someone he can spend time with—even if that means you both are doing completely different things. So long as you’re in the room with him, he feels completely at ease. It’s honestly one of the best ways he knows how to show how much he trusts you, simply by inviting you into his room and having you make yourself at home there. If you’re trying to read a book, he’ll offer a seat in his room to keep you nearby while he plays his newest game. And Levi loves inviting you to his room for movie nights or binge-watch whatever anime he’s sure you’re going to absolutely love and will keep peeking over at you to gauge your reaction or will occasionally pause it to explain certain plot points. The ultimate show of his affection? The second he invites you to play a video game together—no matter if it’s an RPG, story-driven, or an all-out battle raid—you know you’ve unlocked some type of high-tier level of trust with him and he never wants you to leave. 

receiving: receiving gifts

No matter how often you’d try to reassure Levi you cared for him and didn’t consider him a yucky otaku, your words never seemed to suffice. After plenty of trial and error to show you care, it was after you unknowingly purchased rare Ruri-Chan memorabilia as a gift for him did you realize how he best accepts love. Of course, everything you’d get him anything—even the smallest, most seemingly insignificant thing—he’d become a beet-red, stuttering mess spitting nothing but praise and adoration towards you. Because it means you listened to all the things he loves and went out of your way to show it. No matter if it was preordering a game he had mentioned wanting to play or even picking up a spare treat for him while you were out shopping, he always appreciated knowing you could be out there alone and still thinking of him. 

Satan

giving: words of affirmation

Everything the Avatar of Wrath says and does seem to be polished and refined, almost as though he has rehearsed several interactions that may happen to keep his rage at bay. Though, he is quick to realize it is slightly different to do around you. It isn’t that words are difficult for him but expressing them isn’t so much in average verbal praise as it is in written form. Out of all the brothers, he is the most likely to offer books with little notes of paper written inside for you to read, often comparing your relationship to those of fictional characters he has found. I mean, he’s even made you an entire picture book with his own created story starring the two of you just to show how much you truly mean to him. There would never be any doubt how much you truly mean to him, but when speaking those words aloud may come across as more aggressive than intended, it’s the written word where he truly shines in sharing his feeling towards you.

receiving: quality time

As much as he enjoys telling you—or rather, writing to you—how much you mean to him, he has a harder time simply accepting your words for what they are and claims he is not easily swayed with words as his brothers are. Instead, the best way Satan responded to your love and affection was simply from your mere presence. Whether your head rested in his lap while he read his book in his room or the two of you tested different Devildom and human recipes in the kitchen, your general being in the vicinity of him was enough to leave him feeling warm inside. After a suggestion from you, you both would even schedule time aside to take a stroll around RAD and Devildom, just a little adventure here and there where you’d try new restaurants or even pet the random cats you’d find. The demon had a way of coming and going as he’d please—often making acquaintances with those he’d meet—but you were always the one he looked forward to spending time with the most. He could hardly wait for whatever little adventure you’d experience together next.

Asmo

giving: physical touches

Given that he is the Avatar of Lust, it wouldn’t come across as too much of a surprise that Asmo shows his love and affection through physical touch quite often—so long as you’re comfortable with it, that is. Even though he’d regularly praise you with words, he’d much rather feel your hand pressed to his own or nonchalantly toy with your fingers while you relaxed with one another. If he thought your skin could use a little help, he’d offer hands-on assistance applying his regular regimen to your skin. He has such a gentle touch, if he saw you struggling with your hair in any way—tangles or just struggling to style it?—he’d be quick to offer help and would miraculously make it as painless as possible. And of course, he’d practically shower you in kisses—on your wrist, your lips, your cheeks, your forehead, your tummy, your fingertips, your ear, your neck, your nose, etc. If he could every inch of you with his love—in a less lewd way—he would in a heartbeat.

receiving: words of affirmation

While he’d love you reciprocating his physical love with touches of your own, there is nothing Asmo seems to truly desire from you more than the validation of him, his beauty, and your love for him. You knew the demon was well familiar with past lovers singing praises of his beauty and sexuality, but you had no idea just how much he sought your validation until he’d confessed how much your thoughts of him mattered. It would become a habit to wake up to him tangled beside you, whispering an ‘I love you’, and to be greeted with a gentle kiss. If he was ever overwhelmed or concerned with his overall image, you were quick to cease those worries with reminders about how beautiful he was and what a lovely heart he had as well. The moments you had admitted you loved his soft nature and gentle touch and warm embrace left an odd fluttering feeling in his chest. He knew he loved you, but it seemed he had no idea how much until you’d tell him those three words and gave him your undivided attention.

Beel

giving: acts of service

Honestly, Beel was never sure the best way of showing his love for you—he was always worried he’d say the wrong thing or that his hunger would get the best of him. He knew he cared for you and never wanted to cross any boundaries so he figured he’d do little things here and there just to see you smile. If he was excited to try new foods, he’d always get extra just for you. He wasn’t always the best with cooking, but if you mentioned you were homesick for the human world, then he’d ask Barbatos or Luke to help him make human food for you—and some for him to sample. If the Devildom weather left you feeling chillier than usual, he’d offer his jacket—although it was so massive on you, it practically pooled at your feet once he draped it over your shoulders. If you had passed out in the library, Beel wouldn’t hesitate to offer carrying you back to your dorm—or his, per your request. And if he found out you skipped a meal, I swear to Diavolo you are the only one he would ever share snacks with without a second thought. He just wanted you happy, healthy, and in Devildom with him and his brothers. 

receiving: quality time

For all the little things he enjoys doing for you, spending quality time with the Avatar of Gluttony is the best way to his heart—aside from food, that is. Offering to go out with him to Hell’s Kitchen for lunch or inviting him in the kitchen while you make cheeseburgers are the simplest ways to see him grinning wide. Even movie marathons in your room were a treat for him—and not just because he’d have brought a tub of popcorn—but it was an excuse to have you pressed against him and he loved that a little more than the bucket of buttery goodness in his lap. It could be a challenge at times with how packed both your schedules could be—especially if he had several back-to-back Fangol games—but you did your best to make it work. In between classes, you’d meet up and make time for little conversation, offering him a snack if you had anything on you, before going on with your day. If he needed a spotter or someone to record him working out? You were there in a heartbeat. It seemed like a lot of work sometimes to find moments alone together with everyone else around, but he was worth it. Beel would always be worth it. 

Belphie

giving: quality time

Belphie was never sure the best way to show you how much you meant to him; after all, he was the Avatar of Sloth so he wasn’t as accustomed to offering gifts or doing your chores around the house. But he found the most successful way was to simply spend time with you whenever he could. His brothers often vied for your attention, so if it meant carrying you on his shoulder to take you to the attic room for some one-on-one time then so be it. He did everything he could to stay awake so he could listen to you talk about your day, often nuzzling into your neck and pressing lazy kisses with a sleepy grin. He even tried to make it to more council meetings and RAD classes just so he had an excuse to spend time with you immediately afterward. His absolutely favorite moments would be any time he’d wake up before you or the ones where you’d like curled up against him because he knew he trusted you well enough to sleep on you, but a warm, fuzzy feeling enveloped him wholly, realizing you trusted him enough to do the same.

receiving: physical touches

Similar to his brothers, Belphie could be more than a little greedy for your time and attention—especially any sign of affection—but the best way to show any love was best translated through gentle touches. If you played with his hair and caressed his cheek during a cuddle session, that boy would let out the softest sigh and doze off quickly to sleep. He wouldn’t ever openly admit it out loud but loved the feel of your hand wrapped in his or the way your legs would get all tangled together whenever you were sleeping at night. And your hugs would honestly make his day. If Lucifer was starting to get to him, you’d swoop in with a comforting hug while his heart was practically pounding right out of his chest. Maybe Beel ate the food he was saving? You were quick to salvage his mood with a kiss to the cheek and a squeeze to his arm. He never understood how you could be such a lifeline for him, but somehow a simple touch from you kept him tethered to the rest of the world and left him enjoying being awake. 

[baka-writings]

𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘛𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦 - 𝘠𝘰𝘰 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 (𝘚𝘍9)

Warnings: A bit suggestive, but not much (sorry Taeyang stans), some language here and there, kinda bratty reader, jealous Taeyang

Summary: Taeyang loves testing you, anytime, anywhere. But what happens when you are tired of it and start testing HIM?

A/N: This was written somewhere during Good Guy era, so don't get confused 🌞

Please let me know If you'd like a Part 2 of this which would be pure smut 😏

It was finally a nice day after a week of hard work and most importantly not seeing your boyfriend. He was busy with his recent comeback and today he was recording a dance practice video of Good Guy. He asked you before If you wanted to come and watch them and of course you agreed. Would be stupid If you refused.

After you had your breakfast, you went to take a quick shower and made yourself look likeable. But not too much, we don't want to distract Taeyang during his practice, right?

You were let into the FNC building right when you arrived since it wasn't your first time visiting the boys so everyone pretty much knew who you were which made it easy for you to get into the building for their late practices or even for some alone time with Taeyang.

When you entered the practice room, you were greeted by 9 different voices, almost making you deaf.

"HELLO Y/N WELCOME" Sanghyuk's voice echoed through the practice room.

"CAN YOU STOP YELLING? I'M NOT DEAF" you basically yelled back at him which was exactly the opposite what you were telling him not to do. Other boys just rolled their eyes, not saying anything as that might make Dawon yell again.

A pair of arm slithered around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Hello~" you sang out. Taeyang's response was a tight hug and a small cheek kiss since he had to hurry.

You sat down on the only couch in the whole practice room and watched their rehearsal. You could sit there since right now they weren't recording the video, only practicing.

Honestly you were always amazed by how great all of them were, you even stopped blinking so you don't miss anything. Well sadly you haven't missed anything. Sadly because as you were watching them (especially Taeyang, who am I gonna lie to), your boyfriend was staring straight into your soul through the mirror reflection, while doing perfect body rolls. You almost choked on air when he did so.

Actually you weren't surprised, he did that always. Especially when everyone was around so you couldn't do the do. He knows what he's doing..Oh but not today boy. It's been a week or two since you've seen each other and honestly, you needed him and he needed you. But his dirty games were pissing you off. Rather than giving up, this time you smirked back at him, silently preparing a revenge which he didn't suspect, because you've never done that.

After they finished what they needed to do, they invited you to their dorm to chill a bit and talk.

"Hey Y/N you wanna come with us spend the night?" Youngbin asked you as all of you were walking out the practice room. You gave him a smile and nodded.

You let them take a shower and change as they were still sweating from the previous practice. While waiting, you were thinking about a plan how to revenge Taeyang's previous actions.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Hwiyoung plopped beside you.

"About a revenge.." you smirked, getting an idea.

"Hey Hwiyoung wanna help me?" you asked him, explaining what's going on. Hwiyoung seemed to like the idea.

"So what's the plan?" Hwiyoung asked, intrigued.

"Glad you asked" you smirked "Since I'm spending the night, I'll need you to lend me one of your shirts" both of you smirked at each other, knowing where this is going.

"When Taeyang is here, we'll come out of your room, me in your shirt already" Hwiyoung nodded in understanding.

"That alone will trigger him and he will pay more attention to what I'm doing and where I'm going"

"Then I'll go to kitchen or anywhere he'd see me, you'll follow me there...and then leave the rest to me" Hwiyoung nodded again.

You got up and went to Hwiyoung's room, waiting for him to give you a shirt which would look big on you, yet sexy at the same time. He lowkey regrets helping you with this, not only because he's gonna most likely hurt Taeyang, but because he had to behave while seeing you in his shirt ... and underwear only.

"Is it good?" you asked him.

"Y-Yeah.." you ignored his nervousness and left the room, Hwiyoung trailing right behind.

Some of the guys were already in the living room, chilling and watching TV, including your boyfriend. He heard you enter the room and looked at you, definitely not expecting you to be wearing only a shirt, to be more specific his friend's shirt and underwear.

All of them looked at you a bit confused, but didn't really pay that much attention since usually when you were spending the night, you looked like that. But they may have not realized it was neither yours or Taeyang's shirt.

You sat beside Taeyang, giving him a small peck on the cheek. He, instead of let's say appreciating it, got closer to you.

"Playing are we?" he whispered. You stayed quiet, not yet revealing your plan. His hand slowly traveled on your thigh. That was a signal to you that the plan you made up was starting to work already.

You smirked to yourself and got up from where you were sitting, confusing Taeyang. Hwiyoung saw that and followed you where you were going, kind of regretting helping you when he saw Taeyang's face expression.

You knew Taeyang would see you two so you proceeded with what you had planned. Suddenly you hugged Hwiyoung

"Keep hugging me" you whispered while giving a look to where Taeyang was. His eyes got darker and there was a visible lust in them. You whispered some more things to Hwiyoung. It wasn't anything suggestive of course, just a "he's watching" or something like that.

Taeyang was fed up now, you could see. But you couldn't help but still smirk at him while hugging his friend. He rushed to you two. He gave Hwiyoung a stern look. Hwiyoung got the signal which was get the hell out.

When Hwiyoung backed off, Taeyang got closer to you, still keeping the lustful look. You were backing off from him until your butt hit the kitchen counter. Taeyang grabbed your hips and pushed his body onto yours.

"Stop fucking testing me" he whispered in a low voice, tightening the grip on your hips.

"That's what YOU get for testing ME" you managed to talk back (wrong choice tbh). But Taeyang will not let you get away with that, not teasing, not talking back.

[hypnosisbuttd]

Day 4: Headphones

(GODDAMMIT TUMBLR DECIDE ALREADY!!! IS MY OG POST COOL OR NOT?!?!)

(Anyways reupload becuase Tumblr is being weird af)

You finally have it. The perfect track to send your enemy into being your loyal slave. But how would one go about getting your enemy to listen to it. That's where our magical device comes in. Headphones are a classic trope used by hypnotists of all sorts, being able to block out the noise of the outside world and keep your subject under your thumb. So let's listen to our next story. A tale of two roommates who are about to listen to a most peculiar track indeed.

Pico quietly made dinner for him and his best friend Boyfriend, while Boyfriend was quietly relaxing on the couch. Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the delivery man set a package on their doorstep.

“Beep?” Boyfriend questioned.

“I got it bee, you just keep an eye on the food.” Pico offers.

Boyfriend shrugs and goes to watch the food while Pico picks up the package from the front door. He opens it up and finds 2 pairs of headphones attached to some sort of MP3.

“Hey Bee, did you order anything?” Pico asks

“Bo.” Boyfriend says, roughly translating to “No”

“Huh… well I guess it is some sort of gift. Maybe a rapper wanted us to listen to his track?” Pico questions.

As soon as he said the words ‘Rapper’ and ‘Track’, Boyfriend was out of the kitchen and instantly stood next to Pico looking excitedly at the tape.

“Hah, I kinda thought that would get your attention…” Pico says ruffling Boyfriends Hair.

“Beep Bo Bap!” Boyfriend insists excitedly.

“Alright alright, let me just turn off the stove first.” Pico says heading out to the kitchen.

Once Pico is sure the house won't set on fire, Pico and Boyfriend place the headphones on their head. Pico turns on the MP3 and the two of them begin vibing to the somewhat familiar tune. What they don't notice is the slow beeping and white noise playing in the background, slowly worming its way into their ears.

The two of them slow down their vibing and end up just staring at nothing for a couple seconds.

“Hey… B… Your head… feel funny… too?” Pico slurs slowly, attempting to resist.

“B-bah…” Boyfriend drools, unable to say much.

Pico looks boyfriend up and down. “You know what, you look so fucking hot right now…” Pico says crawling towards Boyfriend.

“B-beep?” Boyfriend says, not having the strength to respond. Pico crawls on top of Boyfriend as Boyfriend lies down to accommodate Pico crawling on top of him. And in less than an instant, Pico begins tenderly Kissing Boyfriend on the lips.

The two of them gasp for air and suddenly their energy has returned, but their minds have not. Pico growls and unplugs the headphones, both boys still wearing them. Pico looks at Boyfriend with a hungry growl. Boyfriend doesn’t have time to react before Pico rips him from the couch and slams himself against the wall with Boyfriend in his hands. He locks Boyfriend in another passionate kiss and the two of them stand there making out. Finally Pico rips off him and Boyfriend's clothes as the two of them frot. Boyfriend just drools and moans as Pico drains all the energy from his body causing him to collapse to his knees.

Seeing this, Pico smirks and turns around, his bare butt directly in Boyfriends face. Boyfriend realizes what he wants to do and buries his face in Picos ass, licking the inside ring. Pico moans as he feel all his memories drain away. With each lick, Boyfriends memories also fade, being replaced by peculiar new ones.

They remember the two of them meeting up in highschool, but after that everything changes. They never broke up, and are closer than even before. They both are cam boys who perform shows on the hub. They remember their undying lust for one another. And most of all, they know why they are doing this. They are rehearsing their next video.

With the final memory locked in place, both Pico and Boyfriend cum their old lives goodbye as Boyfriend falls to the ground. Pico chuckles and leans down, smooching his Boyfriend on the nose.

“You think this is good enough for the audience?” Pico asks

“Bap…” Boyfriend agrees, feeling Picos face.

“Right. Then, first thing Tomorrow , we'll do it. K?” Pico asks

Boyfriend nods as he sits up with the help of Pico.

“Now then cuddles?” Pico asks

“Skedoo bep.” Boyfriend affirms slipping into Picos arms.

Pico carries boyfriend to the couch and the two of them cuddle in their naked bodies.

Meanwhile from afar, a peculiar girl called the Game Master watched the whole thing unfold. She giggles seeing her plan succeed. She skips down the corner where Daddy Dearest is waiting.

“I assume the job is done?” Dearest asks

“Mmhmm! Those two boys will be nowhere NEAR your daughter now!” Game Master giggles.

“Understood, heres your payment.” Daddy Dearest pulls out a huge bag of candy and a stack of 100 dollar bills. The Game Master takes them eagerly

“Pleasure doing business withcha!” She giggles skipping off.

Daddy Dearest chuckles. He had paid the game master to find a way to get Boyfriend and Pico to hook up again, hoping they would avoid his daughter. But this is even better than he hoped. Now they are completly humiliated, theyve been brought from a famous rapper and a legendary mercenary to just a couple of gay cam boys. Finally, he had won.

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Twelve)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Eleven ※※※※※ Chapter Thirteen

I approach my boyfriend seeing him completely tense. The long, callused fingers from the guitar strings tightening in distress. His eyes didn't know where to look, staring into the spotlight like they were monsters from his childhood.

The thick brown coat was a few sizes too big for him, but he's still beautiful all the same. On the eyelids, a black eye shadow ending with a pink tip gave it a charm. The lip balm seemed to bring out the color of his lips, making me restless to kiss him.

“I don't know if it was a good idea.” Luke, let out all the air as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“It was a great idea! You look awesome.” I bite my lip, controlling the urge to take him into a room and do various indecent things. “Just relax and enjoy. As in a play.” I advise him, trying to calm him down."

Ever since the invitation for him to be the face of this perfume had arrived, I was bursting with pride and anticipation to see him doing his photo shoot, following something completely different from the band.

"Don't you think it's too exaggerated?" he asks, unsure of the look. I hold his face in my hands, touching our foreheads. I allow myself to drown in his blue eyes.

“You look handsome.” I say slowly, so he can record my words well. “Now, let's get this quick, because seeing you like this is making me very excited and I don't know how long I can take it.” I sigh, uneasy. Hemmo gives a nice laugh. Glad to see him more relaxed.

Watch out when the photographer yells for them to start. I give my boyfriend a little kiss, ready to pull away, but Luke holds me in his arms still.

“I love you!” he whispers, like a secret.

“I love you!” I give him a little kiss on the tip of his nose. "Anything just scream, I'll be right there." I blink at him.

I take a few steps back, not taking my eyes off his. So as not to bump into anything and make a mess of his work, I turn around, running behind the spotlights and flashbulbs.

I watched the photo shoot totally proud and delighted. Little by little Luke was loosening up and having fun. I don't wipe the smile off my lips, so every time he looks at me, he smiles more.

Nearly three hours later, my excitement was already making me irritated that photo shoot wasn't over and I feel like I lost all control when in the last costume, where Luke rips the white blouse. I hold my breath, staring at the ceiling, wondering how I'm going to make it home and calculating which is closest.

~.~.~.~.~

We left the elevator hand in hand and in hurried steps, we weren't running, but whoever passed us realized we were in a hurry. I squeeze his hand seeing the door with the number 609.

"Thank God." I comment euphoric as Luke opens the door.

He walks in and pulls me to his chest. His hand tangles in the hairs on the back of my neck, enveloping us in a desperate kiss. Urgently, I open the buttons on his shirt, feeling his other hand find my ass, squeezing hard.

I force the fabric to slide down his arms, enjoying the texture of his warm skin. The tequila flavor still inhabits our mouths, which makes the kiss better, plus the soft touch of his lips pressed against mine.

I roll my eyes as his beard scrapes my neck, along with his hot mouth, giving me goose bumps.

“The door.” I say with difficulty, noticing it ajar.

Together, we staggered back a few steps, closing it. Without much patience and with a lot of desire, we ended up staying there. Hemmings presses me against the wood, pulling me into his lap. I scratch the back of his neck when I feel his erection against me, releasing the electricity that seems to rush through my body.

It was amazing how seeing him on stage, with those tight pants and silk shirts moving me. Honestly, he can wear anything, and at the end of the day I'll be falling for him. Not to mention the eyes full of glitter. He had me in the palm of his hands like that. So beautiful. So magnificent.

Luke always knew this look messed with my hormones and destroyed my self-control, and in the end it always ended up like that, having sex, because I couldn't help myself.

Of course, the drink has a big weight in this, but I'm not going to take our blame for this story, after all, we teased each other from the moment we stepped into that dressing room.

The desperation and excitement is such that we reach our first orgasm right there, against the door. No foreplay, no undressing completely, and not caring if anyone passing in the hallway heard anything.

It was something far above lust or desire. Despair to feel our skins against each other. Taste and touch. That feeling of feeling incredible, loved, wanted, as if the only chance to stay alive was there inside of us.

I wake up in a jump. My heart pounded, causing pain. My body seemed to boil, prompting me to kick the covers off quickly. The fresh memory of the dream causes shivers. The way I felt his touch, all those sensations and reactions my body gave.

I lie down on the bed again, wanting to calm down and not think too much about the dream, or what else seemed like, memories. I don't know how to handle it, these are the first sexual memories I have with him. My God, how am I going to look at Luke now?

I pick up my phone, which poin just over an hour earlier than I planned to wake up. Since I know I won't be able to get back to sleep anymore, so I start getting ready for today's meeting.

I decide to have breakfast first and once again review my past contract to get a sense of what will be discussed. Between one paragraph and another, I browse my social networks seeing what's going on.

Without being impressed anymore, I watch a little video or two that some fans make about Hemmo and me. Slightly, I melt at the way we look and smile at each other.

I go back to my room, and head for a shower. I hope that water takes those memories from earlier today down the drain, but the steam seems to open more fields in my brain.

I close my eyes, feeling various parts of my body tingle, as if he's there, touching me, holding me. My breath heaves and my belly tightens. What the fuck is going on?

Cheating on me yet again, my brain presents me with the two of us on the floor of that hotel room. In my kitchen. In the car. In some bathroom. Some of the countless times we'd lost ourselves in each other's arms.

The many times I ran my hands over his chest, drawing a new path, as I thought in that hospital hall. The times his mouth wandered over my body, his hands took me with such force and conviction.

The phone ringtone brings me back to reality. I turn off the alarm and hurry my shower. With Noah's guidance, I change into something comfortable and a bucket hat Calum gave me to hide my pink hair.

After a few hours, I find myself analyzing a huge photo of myself at the Hastings agency reception. With Noah, I follow a huge hallway to a conference room, where Mr. Hastings and a lawyer would be waiting for us. The twin next to me has a hard face, which is weird since Noah is always so excited and smiling.

“Marnie, dear! Long time no see! How have you been? Did you receive my basket?” Mr. Hastings question me without waiting for me to walk right into the room.

“Hi! I'm great and yes, I loved the basket, it was very kind.” I squeeze his hand, not knowing quite what to do.

“Hello son!” it's not exactly a warm welcome, but I want to believe it's just because we're in a work environment, dealing with serious matters.

“Hi Dad. Can we start?” my friend guides me to a chair.

During the meeting, Mr. Hastings clarified some news of the new contract. Things like: salary increase, partnership with new brands and the whole process of publicizing the names that already worked with us.

“Closing here, you will go to the closet to take new measurements. These numbers will be sent to the brands that hired you and they will send you clothes for you to use on a daily basis. For example: if you go out with Leah for coffee, you must wear a Louis Vuitton coat, so the photos you take will publicize the coat and well, nowadays young people find everything and want everything you wear. You will get a scale of which brands to use, so it's easier for you.” Mr. Hastings explains by summarizing a contract sheet.

As for photo shoots, until my arm gets better and I can get rid of the cast, I'll be limited to rehearsals on jewelry, makeup, glasses and shoes. On my hair, if the contracting brand determines, I will have to wear a wig.

I keep mentally reading every line of that contract, wondering if I could handle it all. Well, you’ve handle it for the past two years, it shouldn't be that hard.

As determined, after the meeting, Noah walks me to the closet. A huge space where had several clothes and accessories, as in The Devil Wears Prada. My measurements are taken and I get annoyed when the guy who's putting the measuring tape around my waist grumbles that I've put on weight.

The bad thing about being a model is it, this constant imposition of a perfect body. Since the accident, I don't remember seeing anyone on Leah's foot for her to lose weight or keep her body. I always watched her nervous appetite, not caring if it would add to her number on the scale.

Okay that Leah's biotype was skinny and maybe that made things easier for her. But since I understand myself by people, I've always been short and broad hiped and never cared. And even if I erased a few years, I don't think I've changed much.

From the reflection in the mirror, Noah sinalized for me not to care what the guy says, but I think it's kind of difficult. It's not just him talking about my body, it seems like everyone on the internet has an opinion about my weight, especially some Luke fans.

Blocking in my mind, the offensive words that I always end up reading through social media. However, I keep watching my body in the mirror, wondering if it wouldn't be better to lose some weight.

Soon after having my measurements taken, Noah is called to a meeting with his father and a french businessman, leaving me alone. As I wait for the car to arrive, I consider what I can do on my last day off. Everyone is working and I don't want to disturb anyone.

Finally, I decide to go to my mom's office and have lunch with her. I go down at the door of a huge, mirrored building. At the front desk, I ask about her office, getting a badge before I go upstairs.

The frosted glass door holds a huge space, which occupies one/quarter of the eighth floor. The various prints, fabrics, furniture and color palettes create a fun atmosphere, contrasting with the white walls of the place.

"Marnie! Hey!” a woman with curly hair, tied up in a purple turban, approaches with a huge smile.

“Hi.” I reply politely, but having no idea who she is.

“Oh, sorry.” she seems to notice. “I'm Dominique, your mother's partner.” I open a bigger smile, now informed. "Have you come to see her?" she guides me in the office inside.

“Oh yes, I came to have lunch with her.” Dominique smiles broadly and sympathetically.

"She's going to love the surprise. She's just finishing up with a customer. Want something while you wait?”

“Oh no, thanks!”

Dominique walks away, making it clear that anything was just asking, that I was home. I'm amazed at how things evolved for my mom, before she just had a small room away from the center and now she had all this space and staff.

I watch several people go from one place to another, making projects, budgeting, designing furniture and spaces. My mother's laugh brings me back just in time to see her in her office doorway, rosy cheeks, awkwardly in Mr. Marshall's company.

I open a smile finding the scene adorable. I look for Dominique, hoping she hasn't shut up in her office yet, as she might know something about the two of them. I find the brunette, leaning against the reception desk smiling like me.

"Marnie?" I turn quickly, finding Mr. Marshall next to me. “How have you been?” I hug him while my mother stands wide-eyed in the door.

He hadn't changed much. The face that was once smooth now had a very charming gray beard. The hair was still dark.

“I'm great, thanks. It's great to see you.” I keep my smile, finding it all wonderful, unlike my mother.

“I'm sorry about the accident. I would have send you something, but I didn't have your address and it was a little difficult to reach your mother.” he admits sympathetically. Have I told how much I like him?

“No problems. I’m grateful for your consideration and about you have found my mother again. Isn’t, mom?” her gaze at me turns withering. I'm screwed.

“Well, I'm also very happy to have found Debra again.”

I hold the 'awn' who insists on wanting to leave, when he smiles delightedly at my mother. Man, he's so into her.

“Hm, sorry to be rude, but taking advantage of our meeting, I want to invite you to a new restaurant location opening. It will be this Wednesday.”

“Oh, I'm honored. It will be a pleasure. Right, mom?” I watch my mother want to sink into the ground and disappear, and I can't help think how funny is it. "Do you mind if I invite my friends?"

“No! Of course not! Feel free.” he opens a gentle smile. His gaze flies to my mother and there they stare at each other for a few seconds. “Well, I have to go. Debra, thank you so much for the project, it's beautiful. Marnie, it was a pleasure to see you. Until Wednesday.” he hugs me again. With my mother, I notice them without knowing how to say goodbye.

I wait for Mr. Marshall to leave the office to let out the sigh caught in my throat, which my mother doesn't like.

“Stop this!” she slaps me on my back. I walk into her room laughing at the whole past situation.

“My God, you guys are so in love. Why don't you just assume it?” I ask, sitting in the chair across from her desk.

"Because there isn’t nothing to assume. It's a professional relationship.” she replies angrily, setting the table.

“Mom?” I call her, until she looks at me. I raise an eyebrow, emphasizing that I don't believe her.

Her shoulders slump, letting go of the tension. I watch her hide her face in hands after a sigh. Her eyes catch mine and a nasal laugh breaks the silence, then I see her there, shy and unsure, a small smile, which soon opens, reflecting all over her face.

"I don’t have age for this anymore. I mean…” she takes a bunch of flowers from behind the table. “Look at this.”

"Awn." I cover my face, not taking it. “Of course you have agr for this. If my father can find someone and be happy, then of course you can too. Mom, you're young and beautiful, and there's an amazing guy who's into you. He's clearly in love and apparently he's been doing everything he can to demonstrate, you should give him and… you a chance.” I finish in a whisper, touching myself that those words were good for me too.

I replay in my mind everything Luke has been doing, trying to win me back, and I'm glad that, somehow, I giving both of us a chance, even if it's a non date. I let out a laugh at the memory of the invitation, before letting my mind drift back to this morning's memories.

“I think you're right. Maybe on Wednesday, I can talk to him.” her red cheeks make me smile more.

“It's a great idea. How about we discuss this over lunch?” I suggest, listening to my belly come alive.

“Great idea.” she picks up the phone, dialing something.

Since I had nothing to do, I stay until early afternoon with my mother, gossiping about her crush on Mr. Marshall, about my relationship with Luke, about the meeting and our Wednesday night outfit.

Dominique joins us in a few moments, having fun with my passionate and nervous mom.

Around 3pm, Ashton calls, inviting me out for coffee, just him and me, like old times.

“Why can't I go? Do you not love me anymore?” I cover my mouth, stopping the laughter from coming out, when I hear Calum yell..

“Yeah! I can't take you anymore. How am I going to talk bad about you if you're there?” Ash replies.

"You are talking here. What does it matter to talk there? At least that way you buy me coffee.” Calum rebuts. While the couple argue, I listen to the fight, paying attention to the details of the ceiling.

"Are you still arguing? What the fuck is just coffee? Who is so important for all this? The pope?” I hear Luke arrive and realize he doesn't know I'm the guest.

“It's actually Marnie and from my experiences she's very important to some of the people here.” I don't need to see Ash's face to know he's making fun of Luke.

"Can I go?" I bite my lip, holding back the laugh.

“If you let him go and I don't, I'll never look you in the face again.” Calum gives the ultimatum.

“I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm still here and would like the DTR resolved if possible.” I say out loud, hoping it works.

“Sorry, Marnie. Five seconds.” Irwin asks. I think about making a joke with the band's name, but it's better to leave it alone.

"Is she listening?" Luke speaks in amazement. “Why do you…” then everything becomes too muffled and I can't hear.

“Enough! Nobody goes but me. I want to go out with my friend and I will. Marnie was right, I shouldn't have introduced you.” I hear Ash mumble, causing me to laugh. “Give me your address, I'll be there in a few minutes.”

We ended the call and I return to questioning my friendships. Why God? Why?

Sitting at a small table on the sidewalk, Ash and I discuss which coffee to drink. It wasn't very difficult to know that he loves coffee and understands a lot about the subject, which gives me complete confidence in letting him choose which one I should try.

When the cup reaches the table, I taste the drink under his hopeful, curious gaze. I open a smile, approving of my best friend's choice. I hi-five him, celebrating.

"It was the coffee you had the first time we went out together." he comments with a cute smile.

“Awn, Ash!” I can't stand the way they always remember everything. "So, ready to officially become older tomorrow?" I crack a smile, excited about our dinner tomorrow.

“No! I found a white hair this morning.” he grumbles, eliciting a laugh from me.

“I don’t see anything.” I comment, trying to cheer him up.

"I wasn’t talking about my top hair." he comments, drinking his coffee next.

"Ashton!" I reprimand him, covering my eyes, traumatized. “I don't want to think about it. I don't want to think about it.”

I hear his laugh, letting me laugh too. The problem with having intimacy is exactly that, your friends no longer filter out what to say to you.

“So why didn't you bring Cool Guy Cal?” I change the subject.

“Because I spend the whole day with them, I can't stand to look at those disgusting faces anymore.” I laugh, imagining what a mess that studio must be. "And how am I going to speak ill of him with him here?" I complete this last part with him, laughing. “Exactly.”

“And you have something bad to say?” Ash shakes his head.

“No! Cal is an amazing guy.” Boys… “But I wanted to spend time with my best friend. After the accident it was difficult to have time alone. How are you?” I shrug.

"Surviving. It's only been a month and it seems like, I don't know, six. There's still so much I'm discovering.” I look at my coffee thoughtfully as I twirl the spoon in it.

"Finding out what? Your feelings for Luke?” he mocks. I scold him softly, laughing. This is a sensitive subject. "So how was the kiss?" I spit half the hot drink back into the cup.

I look at my friend in full alert. I can't believe Luke told him. We had agreed to wait a while. Irwin kept his smile curious, waiting for my answer.

“I’m sorry…?” he raised his eyebrows and then it hit me. He played and I delivered. "Ashton!" I kick your shin.

“Ouch! You who kiss and I who get beaten?” he rubs his shin, confused.

“How did you find out?” My God, does everyone know already? "Have you told anyone?"

“No! I didn't say anything and I didn't even try it with Luke. But how do you think I wouldn't notice? I've known him for years. He comes down Sunday morning, all smiling, all silly, more than usual. Super in a good mood after a party like that. Hemmings never wakes up in a good mood.”

I take a sip of my coffee, wanting to hide my smile.

“And about you?! You're my best friend! It's easy to see what's going on. Even more after what I already followed the first time. So?” the australian asks curiously, causing me to laugh.

"It was just a kiss. I don't know, it was automatic, and I ended up giving him a little kiss, and he took advantage of the break and kissed me. And I left.” my cheeks heat up as I hold in the sassy smile.

“And what does that mean?” he drops into his chair. I shrug.

“I do not know. I like Luke's company. I really like! He makes me feel safe and so unique. He's fun and so silly.”

"That he is!" Ash comments in a whisper, making me laugh.

“And I like it all, but…” the words don't come out anymore.

“You are afraid.” he completes.

"What if he gets to know me better and he doesn't like this Marnie?" I dry swallow. Ashton grimaces thoughtfully, considering my question.

“Nah!” he shakes his head, dismissing the possibility. “Luke loves you, Marnie. And you know this.” He points a finger at me. I look down, embarrassed. “The only thing left is for you to understand and accept how you feel about him. Of course, in your time, no pressure.” he adds quickly.

My heart speeds up with the direction of the conversation. I organize in my mind all the events that happened between Luke and me. All your discreet and indiscreet advances. All his looks and smiles at me, his shy, goofy way.

On the other side, I put everything that we lived before the accident. Everything I saw and remembered. I stare at Ashton, slumped in his chair, waiting for my answer. I take a deep breath, nodding my head positively.

“I think I already know how I feel about him.”

[pocket-luv101]

Summary: Licht is hired to compose a soundtrack for a play Hyde is directing. Unfortunately, Licht has writer’s block. (LawLicht, Modern AU)

“How is your new song coming along, Licht?” Kranz asked and Licht didn’t answer him aside from a swift glare. He knew it meant that he hadn’t made progress on the song. His cold response didn’t offend Kranz because he had been his manager for years and he was accustomed to his attitude. He understood that Licht was frustrated with himself and the song rather than him.

“I’ve been staring at a blank page for the last hour.” He sighed heavily. His statement wasn’t entirely true since he had written several melodies but the song would become a crumpled piece of paper on the ground. A small mountain was forming next to his feet. Licht turned in his chair and kicked over the pile of discarded songs. “Is there something you want to talk to me about?”

“I wanted to discuss your new album. There’s no rush to write a new song. You don’t have a deadline. We haven’t made an announcement or signed a contract with a production company yet. You don’t need to trap yourself in a room and force yourself to write like this.” Kranz was worried that Licht would overwork himself. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“I think I did.” He said but Kranz knew that he was merely evading his question. Licht loved playing the piano and he had toured the country ever since he was a child. When he turned nineteen, he released an album of original piano pieces and it had been a success. He would often be asked about his next album but he couldn’t answer them.

For the past three years, Licht had been plagued with artist block.

“I have the music room booked for another hour. I’ll grab something to eat after practise is over. My recital on Friday will be the last one on my tour. I should have more time to work on my new song after that.” Licht collected the paper on the ground to throw them away properly. He told himself the hours he spent on the songs wouldn’t be wasted as long as he found a new song.

“I wanted to discuss a potential job. It’ll start after your tour is over. This director wants to use a few of your songs for his play. There are a couple adjustments he needs for the songs to fit his vision for the play.” Kranz told him. He took out a folder from his bag to show him the details of the play. “This should be an easy job. Maybe a change of pace and something more structured will help you with your songwriting block.”

“Hyde Lawless Servamp? This name sounds familiar but I don’t remember what movie I’ve seen him attached to.” Licht skimmed the description of the play. “What if Romeo was an angel who fell in love with a human? I haven’t read a play from Shakespeare since high school but this is interesting. I’ll talk to the director and decide whether I want to work with him.”

Licht entered the theater an hour before his meeting with Hyde. He planned to watch the rehearsal and see how the director interacted with the actors and production team. Many were respectful to him but he knew it was because he was a famous pianist. He would see who the director truly was from how he spoke to the crew. As an angel, he refused to work with a demon who mistreated those around him.

The large room was quiet when he entered and he couldn’t see anyone on stage. While the lights were on, it was clear no one was in the theater. He wondered if he arrived too early and the rehearsal hadn’t started yet. At first, Licht was irritated that his plan failed and he had wasted his time walking to the theater. He began to leave but then he noticed a piano standing in the orchestra of the stage.

He had an hour until his meeting with Hyde and he could practise the piano while he waited. Licht made his way down the stairs and jumped into the orchestra pit. He brought a few of his original songs and placed them on the piano. Kranz told him that Hyde wanted to make small adjustments to his songs so they would fit his play. Will it be a simple key change or would he want to rearrange the chords?

“If that man wanted something that would fit his play, why doesn’t he just ask a composer to write an original song?” Licht asked out loud to himself. He had never collaborated with someone before because he didn’t work well with others. He only decided to speak with the director after Kranz suggested that it could give him inspiration for his next song.

Ever since he was a child, he never had trouble composing a song. His parents had taught him that he could do anything as long as he imagined it. Licht continued to hold concerts where he placed his songs and other classics. Yet, he struggled to write another song. He didn’t know why he was having trouble when writing music came so easy for him in the past.

Footsteps pulled him out of his thoughts and he turned towards the sound. Licht saw a blond man walk onto the stage from the sidelines. He didn’t know if the person who entered the room was the director or someone from the crew. He didn’t want them to kick him out so he stood to introduce himself. Licht stopped at the man’s voice. “O’ my love! My wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath.”

The man on stage didn’t seem to see that he had an audience of one as he walked through the scene. He stopped under a spotlight and then knelt on the ground. He touched the air before him and spoke to a person who wasn’t there. Licht couldn’t fully understand what the man said but he pieced together that he was acting out Romeo’s death scene.

“Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour? For feat of that, I still will stay with thee and never from this palace of dim night depart again.” He suddenly stood with his arms circled around the air. A hint of madness tainted his voice as he danced around the stage.

The actor was alone on the empty stage but Licht was able to envision the full scene around him. A fallen angel danced with the corpse of his lost love. He lowered his invisible partner into a dip and said, “The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss. A dateless bargain to engrossing death.”

Hyde almost fell forward when he was startled by the notes of a piano. He thought the theater was empty but it was clear that he was wrong. The orchestra pit was shadowed by the stage so he didn’t see the pianist until he stood. He easily recognized him since he was a famous musician. He walked to the edge of the stage and knelt in front of him.

“I thought our appointment wasn’t until eleven, Angel Cakes. You’re an hour early.” Hyde was able to see him better in the light. He had seen videos of his performance but he was surprised by how handsome he was up close. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought that he was truly an angel. “Do you want to go to the lobby and talk about the play?”

“No, do that scene again.” He commanded. Licht sat down and played a song that Hyde didn’t recognize. He repeated the same cords a few times and he heard small changes in each. The passion he placed in each note drew Hyde to him and he stepped onto the top of the piano. “What are you doing, Shit Rat? You can’t put your feet on a piano like that! Get off!”

“This piano is strong enough to handle my weight. I’ve walked on this thing a thousand times to enter the orchestra pit. It’s quicker than walking all the way around the stage.” Hyde reassured him but his words only caused Licht’s eyes to turn cold. He didn’t notice his glare and jumped off the piano. He landed next to him and sat on the piano bench. “Is that an original song, Angel Cakes?”

“When you were acting out the scene, I thought of what kind of song Romeo would be dancing to. I came up with it on the spot.” Licht drew music notes on his notebook. He struggled to write a song for years yet the melody suddenly flowed to him. He couldn’t describe why seeing Hyde dance inspired him. “Would Romeo dance with Juliet’s corpse like that though? It’s an interesting acting choice.”

“A pair of star-crossed lovers.” Hyde quoted the opening of the play. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder but not for this pair of star-crossed lovers. The distance made them more desperate to be with each other until love and lust drove them mad. Poor Romeo and Juliet were doomed the moment they saw each other. You must be a genius with the piano to be able to write a song for the scene. It’s beautiful and haunting. It’ll be perfect for the scene.”

“The director said he wanted to use my original songs for the play. I should wait to hear his ideas before I decide if I want to re-write my old songs.” Licht started to play his song without thinking. “You’re the lead actor for this play. Have you worked with the director before? I want to know what kind of person he is. I won’t lend my piano to a demon. Then again, you’re a demon yourself since you walked on this piano.”

“I think Hyde’s a good person but I might be biased since we’re the same person.” Hyde saw shock and surprise on Licht’s face. His expression was surprisingly cute and he chuckled at the reaction. “You accepted this job without knowing who I am? I think that’s a first.”

“I just thought your idea was interesting.” Licht took out the script Hyde sent to him as a proposal. He opened the book and showed him the different highlights he made. There were small notes in the margins where he thought they should include music cues. “Kranz said you want to turn Romeo and Juliet into a gothic novel. Will you be acting as the lead as well as directing?”

“I haven’t acted since I was a teenager. Lately, I’ve missed the stage but I couldn’t find anything that inspired me to act again. My brother suggested that I put on a play for myself.” Hyde admitted. He continued to play the piano as they talked and his music made him feel relaxed. “Since I’m already producing and directing the play, people will think I’m pretentious if I give myself the leading role.”

“Fuck what other people think.” Licht’s blunt statement caught Hyde off guard. He appeared serious as he turned to face him. “I’ll agree to work on the music of your play if you’re the lead.”

“Really?” Hyde was surprised that he agreed to join the project before they discussed the play in depth or any payment. “I’m happy that you’ll write music for the play but that’s a quick answer. Can I ask why though?”

“I heard music when I watched you act out that scene.” Licht answered him and stood. “I’ll have Kranz come and negotiate a commission for the songs. I want to start writing this song right away. Can you act out the balcony scene?”

“All this is but a dream, too flattering sweet to be substantial.” Hyde winked at him before he climbed back onto the stage to act out the scene.

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In Fair Verona︱Chapter 2

Synopsis: Jisung knows he is the Romeo to your Juliet. He could wax poetry about you all throughout rehearsal and even a little after. Except Hwang Hyunjin is the one playing Romeo in the school play, not him. Jisung is just another tech crew member that you don’t know, but he’s determined to win your heart... by any means necessary.

Warning: none... yet

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: fem!reader x Jisung; fem!reader x Hyunjin

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O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name,

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

Jisung is waiting for fourth period to begin and homeroom announcements to be over when he overhears two girls discussing the play. He stops doodling in the margins of his notebook once he hears you being mentioned.

“She’s so lucky! She gets to kiss Hwang Hyunjin!” the one with the ponytail exclaims.

So that’s Romeo’s name. He makes a mental note to look him up on Facebook and Instagram later.

Her voice then drops to a whisper. “I heard they kissed during in-class rehearsal.”

Jisung snorts and quickly disguises it as a sneeze. Stage kisses in school productions are almost always fake; based on his experience, there’s usually a hand hiding obscuring the kiss, so the actors get as close as possible without actual contact.

“She’s so lucky,” the other girl sighs. “Oh, Y/N, Y/N! Why did you have to get the part of Juliet and not me?” she dramatically says.

Jisung silently agrees but for a totally different reason and goes back to drawing sunbursts when the conversation turns into a debate about who would be the second best choice for Romeo.

Jisung leaves his belongings in the green room after school and sits with Chan behind the soundboard while he waits for rehearsal to start. Chan is busy with testing new sound effects and new music choices, so Jisung scrolls through Hwang Hyunjin’s Instagram. He only finds food pictures and some videos of him dancing. Nothing incriminating.

“Hey, did you bring dinner today? Me, Felix, Changbin, and Jeongin were planning to go to the convenience store during dinner break,” Chan invites.

Jisung has a bowl of instant noodles and a thermos of hot water in his backpack. “I’ve got food already.”

“Ah, next time then!”

“Actors! To your places!” comes through on the loudspeaker, and Jisung hurries backstage. The balcony is being pushed back to the center of the stage already. He shimmies through the gap between the wall and the main curtain, trying not to trip on any cables. Changbin is sitting with his giant binder open and his headset on. He points to another headset on the table, and Jisung takes it and puts it on. The comms are already abuzz with bad jokes and the sounds of turning pages.

The side door opens, and you rush in, adjusting the circlet in your hair. Your lips close and part, and Jisung can only imagine the swears you’re mouthing. He wants to shout something encouraging, but that would only delay you. He also has no idea what he would say anyway. The floor lights for the cyclorama tint your whole body blue as you hurry to the stairs for the balcony. You make it to the top just in time.

Ms. Park tells Hyunjin to start from “She speaks.” To Jisung’s delight, Hyunjin has not improved from yesterday, and his delivery only is slightly better than monotone. Meanwhile, you look as crestfallen as you possibly can. You rest your cheek on one hand and gaze into the distance, which turns out to be the back of the auditorium where the soundboard and light board are. Romeo likens Juliet to an angel, and Jisung agrees —  you’re beautiful, bright, and out of his reach.

Hyunjin ends his lines, and it’s your turn to say the most famous line of the entire play: “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

Your cries resonate with him; why did Hyunjin have to be Romeo? If he knew that you were going to audition for the lead role, he would have too. If the current Romeo managed to get the part, then he would have had no problem. He could have been the one looking up at you, telling the world how lovely he thought you were.

Though he’s far away and off to the side, he sees the way you glow as you recite your lines. Your passion radiates off of you, and Jisung gets a direct hit. He’s so enamored by you, he doesn’t even mind when Hyunjin poorly says his lines.

It’s like that for the rest of the scene. Jisung remains standing and watches you and Hyunjin flirt in Elizabethan English. Before the scene ends, Jisung detaches himself from the curtain and positions himself by the prop table. He pretends to be rearranging the props so that as soon as the lights go out and the tech crew members on stage left drag the balcony back into the wings, you speedily walk to the other wing where he is.

It’s strange to be excited by a mundane act, but that’s what love does, he supposes. He whispers, “Be careful of the cables,” at you.

“I know,” you whisper back. There’s no sharpness to it; it’s just a simple statement.

You brush past him, and your arm, raised from holding your skirt, knocks into his elbow. He stiffens, and you murmur an apology before leaving through the side door.

After a less than satisfactory scene four, the director decides it’s time for a dinner break. There’s a few cheers in the comms and an audible sigh of relief from the girl playing Nurse. Ms. Park reminds them that dinner will end at 6, so she expects them to be back in the auditorium by then. Changbin is already leaping out of his chair and running down the stairs on the side of the stage. Jisung imagines that Chan, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin are just as ready to eat; they were discussing what to buy for dinner right when the scene started.

Jisung follows the other members of the crew to the classroom for dinner. The room is just as crowded as before, and there’s a long line to use the microwave. Jisung squeezes through the groups of people and gets out his meal.

“That’s a smart idea,” a familiar voice comments. When he looks up from his water pouring, he sees that it’s you.

He looks at the glass container in your hands and realizes that you’re one of ones waiting to heat up your food. “Your dinner’s probably better though,” he lamely responds. His face begins to feel warm, and it’s not from the steam.

“It’s the slightly burnt fried rice I made three days ago,” you smile. “Wanna trade?”

He wants to say yes so badly. But it would be better to play it cool, right? The panic must have shown on his face since you laugh and say, “Knew it.”

The line shuffles forward and so do you. He turns back to his food, disappointed that he didn’t take you up on your offer. He likes fried rice.

(And you, but that’s only the tiniest bit relevant to his plight.)

He is halfway through his meal when the chair in front of him is pulled out. You sit and set your container down. He smells kimchi with a touch of smoke.

“Hi,” you say. The corner of your mouth quirks up. “Any chance you’re willing to trade?”

Jisung shakes his head, playing along. “I’m half way through mine already, sorry.”

“Darn.”

There’s a moment of silence before he decides to break it. “Your name’s Y/N, right?”

“Mhm.” You swallow your rice. “It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but… I don’t actually know yours,” you slowly say. “And we’re eating together, which makes it doubly embarrassing.”

The way you say it makes Jisung’s heart pound. It’s like a date, but not really. “I’m Jisung.”

“The props guy, right?”

He shakes his head “I’m part of the floor crew. ”

“Oh! I saw you by the props earlier, so I thought you were. And you’re always watching the play, so I thought you were waiting for cues or something.”

A wide variety of curses appear in his mind. He can’t let you know the real reason why.

“No! I just really like Shakespeare,” he makes up. More unnecessary lies flow out. “Romeo and Juliet is a really great play. I love the plot and the characters. Speaking of, our play is going to be so great. You — I mean, the entire cast is perfect.”

You light up at the compliment, and Jisung swears he’s looking directly at the sun. “You think so?”

You’re far too amazing to be stupid, naive Juliet, but he nods his head anyway. “You’re a good actress.”

“How do you feel about Hyunjin then? Does he live up to your expectations?”

The brainless Romeo who only pursues Juliet out of lust? “Yeah. He’s exactly like Romeo.”

“Hyunjin will be happy to hear that,” you say. You glance at the clock, and Jisung does too. It’s only a few minutes away from six o’clock. “Dinner’s almost over. Darn, I need to get into costume, too.”

While you pick through the less appetizing portions of your meal, Jisung finishes the last of his noodles. Not a minute passes before you snap the lid back on the container and jump out of your seat. You hurriedly say goodbye and run out the door to the dressing room.

Jisung stays seated, processing what happened. Was it a friendly conversation or flirting? Did you eat dinner with him because you felt bad for him or because you were interested in him? He replays the last few minutes in his head. You started the conversation and chose to sit at his table, so it had to mean something. You joked with him and beamed at his compliment, but you also brought up Hyunjin and no one else. He sighs and leans back in his chair before someone yelling the time makes him jump out of it.

He helps set up the next scene before watching the play from stage right like before. He feels strangely betrayed when he hears how desperately you, as Juliet, want to hear Romeo’s message after getting his hopes up at dinner. His brain knows it’s not real, but his heart thinks otherwise. He paces in a small circle to try and get out his nervous energy. He stops after a minute and forces himself to think of something else. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s him that you’re referring to; he’s the one you want to marry.

In his daydream, you stand in front of him in a white dress and a circlet instead of a veil. The bouquet of roses in your hand matches the glowing blush across your cheeks. You look up at him through your long lashes, and Jisung can barely hold himself together at the sight of you. His hand covers his mouth to stifle his soft sobs. You’re no different. With shaky breaths, you hold a piece of paper in front you and read your vows.

“... in sickness and health. I promise to love you until death do us part,” you manage to say through your tears.

The minister pronounces you husband and wife, and Jisung reaches out to cup your face. In reality though, he is only able to touch air. The pretty stained glass of the church is soon swallowed by the darkness of backstage. There’s no organ playing, only Changbin yelling at him in his ear to get ready for Act III.

The first scene of Act III features a poorly choreographed sword fight, two deaths, and not you. In other words, nothing of Jisung’s interests. Rehearsal ends after the scene is finished, and Jisung halfheartedly listens to the tech director’s notes. Like yesterday, he gets called out for not paying attention enough to calls. He once again promises to do better, but Mr. Gi and Changbin don’t look like they’re buying it. He really has to do better tomorrow.

When everyone is finally dismissed, Jisung goes back to the classroom in hopes of seeing you before he goes home. The actors are still receiving notes from the director, and it doesn’t seem like she’s going to be done soon. He tries to catch your eye while he grabs his belongings, but you’re fully listening to Ms. Park. To add to his disappointment, he notices that Hyunjin is sitting by you. Thus, Jisung “accidentally” opens his textbook, sending all his papers to the floor, hoping that you take notice. You do and give him a sympathetic smile.

He plays “Marry You” on the drive back home and sings along, thinking of you.

~ ad.gray

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CONTROL YOUR ANGER

Ms. Aanam Verma  | Head of Department | Asst. Professor Biological Sciences  |  CPSM College of Education | Gurugram

HOW TO CONTROL YOUR ANGER  | ANGER MANAGEMENT STRATEGIES | TIPS TO OVERCOME ANGER

Most people get upset simply because they don't know what to do when they experience anger in their daily life. Sometimes aggressive behaviour may get their needs met in the short-term, but there are long term consequences. Your words might cause lasting damage to the relationship or even lead to its demise. So here by, I will like to share some simple tips how to tackle the ghost of ANGER.

When calm, express the anger

As soon as your thoughts are clear, express your frustration in an assertive but non-confrontational way. You must state your concern and needs in a direct and clear way, without hurting others or trying to control them.

Physical Activities

Physical activity like yoga, stretching, aerobic exercises reduces stress which is the cause root of your anger. Neck rolls and Shoulder rolls are good examples of nonstrenuous yoga like movements, which controls your body and harness your emotions. If you feel your anger escalating, go for a brisk walk or run, or do some enjoyable physical activities like cycling, hit a few golf ball, playing your favourite  game.

Relaxation Exercises

There are many relaxation exercises but the key is to find the one that works best for you. Breathing exercises and Progressive muscle relaxation are two common strategies for reducing tension. Your breathing becomes shallower and speeds up as you grow angry. Reverse that trend  by taking slow, deep breath from your nose and exhaling out of your mouth for several moments. In Progressive muscle relaxation, try to tense and relax slowly your different muscle groups in your body, one at a time, along with slow deliberate breathe. Eg. Closing tightly & relaxing your fist along with breathe in & out respectively. You can use kids small smiley ball too. Stress balls are also available in the market. Relaxation exercises take practice. At first, you might feel as they are not effective, but with practice, they will.

Warning signs

Be alert & aware of the emerging signs of anger like fast heart beat, red & hot face, clenching of fist, unable to think properly etc., so that you can take control and prevent it to reach the boiling point. 

 Identify Triggers

Take stock of things that trigger your anger like traffic jams, sarcastic comments, messy room, work not at time etc. You must structure your day differently and prevent the triggers to take place. 

Be aware of your feelings

Think critically what real emotions are lurking beneath your anger. Sometimes anger act as a mask to protect you from more painful emotions like embarrassment or disappointment. Acknowledging underlying right emotion can help you to get the root cause of problem. For an example, if someone cancels a plan on which you were so excited, chances are you rush in anger but underlying emotion is disappointment, so you can explain your feelings of disappointment instead of making the scene. Be honest with your feelings, then only you can resolve the issue. Responding in anger just push people away.

 Keep your mouth shut 

When you are provoked, you may speak rubbish, which will worse the situation rather than any positive result. So, in an argument tightly close your lips as they are pasted. This will help you to take time to collect your thoughts and respond in a mature way.

Repeat a mantra

                                                          When your temper flares, repeat a mantra or calming word or phrase, that will help you to calm down and refocus. Repeat that word again and again to yourself when you are upset. ‘Relax’, ‘take it easy’, ‘you will be o.k’ or ‘everything will be fine’ are good examples.

Picture a stop sign

 The universal symbol to stop can help you calm down when you are angry. It’s a quick way to help you visualise the need to halt yourself, your actions and walk away from the moment. You can put any symbol on your back of your hand which will remind you to STOP & control your anger.

Find a creative channel

You can turn your anger into a tangible production. Consider digital creativity, painting, writing poetry or journal when you feel upset. What you can't say,  perhaps you can write. Jot down what you are feeling and how you want to respond. Processing it through the written words can help you calm down and reassess the events, increases understanding and more possible solutions. Emotions are powerful muscles for creative individuals. Use yours to reduce anger.

Practice Imagination

                                                                                                                       Just step into a close room, close your eyes, and imagine yourself in a relaxing scene. Focus on the details of the imaginary scene. Colour of shedding leaves.... movement of water….brightness of the rising sun etc. This practice can give you calmness, peace, serenity and of course strength.

Keep a calm down kit

Make collection of objects which helps to engage all your senses. When you can see, hear, smell and touch the calming things you can change your emotional state. So, prepare a calm down kit which may include scented hand lotion, an image  of serene landscape or any relaxing scene, Audio- Video spiritual passage or quotes, a few pieces of your favourite candy. Just include all those things that you know will help you to remain calm. You can create a Portable calm down kit  that you can take anywhere. For example, calming music  and images, guided meditation or instructions for breathing exercises etc. to be stored in a special folder on your smartphone. Keep your bag loaded with hand lotion, perfumed wipes & candies.

Change the focus

The best way to calm down is to change the focus immediately on something else. It’s better to distract yourself with an activity. Do something that requires your focus and makes more challenging for negative thoughts to creep in. For an Example, organising the wardrobe, deep cleaning the kitchen, weeding the garden, sign a petition, write a note to an official etc. Pour your energy and emotions into something thats healthy and productive which keeps your mind occupied and won’t able to ruminate on the things upsetting you. 

Listen Music

Let the music carry you away from your frustrated feelings. Put on your earbuds, move to the park or drive the car and listen your favourite music, humming & bopping your anger away.

Countdown

Feeling angry, countdown up to 10. If your anger touching the peak, start slow backward count. By the time you count, your heart rate becomes slow, and your anger subsides slowly. 

Sharing with a friend

Instead of whirling in the episodes that made you angry, you must have a long talk with a friend who is trustful, understands you and your all perspectives and also help you to get rid of the problem. 

Write a letter or Email

Write a letter or email expressing all the events, even minute emotions which made you angry. After that, delete it. This will help you to release the suppressed emotions and make you at ease. 

Rehearse your response

Rehearse what & how you are going to say when the same type problem approaches you. This rehearsal period  gives you chance to role play all the  solutions coming to your mind.

Practice empathy

Fit in other persons shoes and see the situation from their angle. When you narrate a story according to their perspective, you may gain a new understanding and can overpower your anger. Think like a scientist, not a lawyer

Feel the anger but avoid action

In anger person loses judgement and problem solving skills which makes him rigid & blunt. Ambrose Bierce rightly said “speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret”. Anger drives us to aggress , confront,  take revenge and retaliate. It’s better to go to bed  angry, before sending angry email  keep it for few days, just walk away when fight arises.

Self reflection

Some person are proud of their anger. Even they achieved nothing, they experience a warm inner glow of self satisfaction .They believe they have accomplished something tough, powerful and righteous. But that's not.  One must see or hear himself in anger once in life. Tennis great  Roger Federer  who was a racket smashing brat in his junior years, was watching himself throwing tantrums on TV that put him off of it throughout the life. 

Take care of yourself 

Factors like alcohol, pain, fatigue, stress, sickness, unmet drives like hunger, thirst, lust, etc. act as a fuel to anger. Reduce these variables as much as possible. Take proper sleep, make routine timetable, take some time off, streamline your week, delegate, relax, and have nutrition rich diet. 

Stick with ”I”statements

Criticizm or blame game will always  increase tension. So, use ‘I’ statements while presenting the problem. Keep in mind to be specific and warm. Example say ‘I don’t feel good when you leave the table without keeping the plate in sink’ instead of saying ‘you never help in housework.

Take short breaks

Give self short breaks during stressful or overloaded days. A few moments of quiet time will help you feel better, focused and prepare you to handle what’s ahead without getting irritated or angry.

Work on solutions

Instead of focusing on what made you mad, work on resolving the issue at hand. Always remind yourself that anger won’t fix anything and might only make it worse.  

Forgiveness

Learn to Forgive. If your anger overpower your positive side, you find yourself dipped in bitter & poisonous fluid. But by forgiving someone who made you upset will make both of you to learn from the situation and strengthen your relationship. If it finds hard to forgive the person who has done wrong to you then imagine to forgive him. This way your anger slip away.

Evaluation of anger

Analyse  whether your anger is a friend or an enemy. If you see your right is being violated, you are suffering an unhealthy situation or emotionally abusive toxic relationship, then your anger can do justice. Here, you can change the situation rather than changing your emotional state. Anger gives you the strenghth & courage to take a stand and make the right  change. Another case, if your anger is enemy, it will destroy your healthy relationships and make you upset. So, evaluate your anger is positive or negative for you.

Humor, the best medicine

Lightening the situation can diffuse the tension. Humor can give you insight that what’s making you angry or having any unrealistic expectations. Avoid sarcastic comments, it only hurt the feelings and also make situation worse. Diffuse your anger by looking for ways to laugh, whether playing with your kids, watching  stand - up, or comedy movie. 

Gratitude

End of the day, always be thankful to life, what positive things it has given you, even under hard situations. Just ignore the negative part and enrich more with gratitude for right things in your life. Anger will get no attention & will try to eliminate automatically from your life.

Know when to seek help

Learning to control anger is a big challenge. Seek help or consult a psychologist if your anger seems out of control, causes you to do more harmful things you regret. 

Aanam Verma

[sagesparrow394]

Turn It Off

Fandom: Sanders Sides, The Book of Mormon

Ships: Intrulogical, Logan has a little unrequited thing for Elder Price

Summary: Elder Logan Berry is not homosexual, no matter what his newly assigned mission partner, Elder Janus Ceitful, might say. Definitely not. He is a good Mormon, one of the best, and will prove it by converting the two brothers in the neighbourhood who are ‘unconvertable’. It totally won’t backfire in any way.

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“Do you have any idea where they’re sending you, Elder Price?”

“Well, of course we don’t really have final say over where we get sent, but I have been praying to be sent to my favourite place in the whole world...”

Logan Berry couldn’t help but stare at Elder Price, pure admiration in his eyes, as he responded, “Well, if you prayed for a location, I’m sure Heavenly Father will make it happen. You’re like the most smartest, best, most deserving Elder the centre’s ever seen...”

It was true. Logan had lived his whole life labelled as the second best. His parents had always said to him he should be more like that Elder Price. But no... Logan knew he could never compare... Elder Price was destined to do something incredible. He was just so perfect, wonderful, handso-

No! Elder Berry, this is exactly why you aren’t as good as Elder Price! Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off...

“Elders! Form a line and step forward when your name is called!”

All the Elders quickly did so, Logan feeling his heart thudding in his chest as he found himself stood beside Elder Price. Imagine if they were put together as mission companions! Logan could finally learn from him, and make his parents proud. He hardly payed attention as the other Elders were put in pairs, now daydreaming about he and Elder Price going away together...

“Elder Price!”

“Yes sir!”

Please pick me, please say me...

”Your brother will be...”

Please please please!

“Elder Cunningham!”

Logan’s heart sunk. But... wouldn’t it make sense the best two Mormons would be put together? Then they’d be an unstoppable force, converting all the people in... where was Elder Price going?

“Uganda!”

Oh. Now Logan couldn’t help but feel sorry for Price. He knew that it was the other Elder’s dream to go to Orlando. Not to mention, his mission companion didn’t exactly seem very... well... sensible and focused. 

“Elder Berry!”

Logan perked up upon hearing his name, and stepped forward, straightening his tie. “Yes, sir.”

“Your mission companion will be... Elder Ceitful!”

Logan’s shoulder’s slumped, face paling. Oh no.

Elder Janus Ceitful was... well, according to Elder Ceitful himself, he did not align himself with the Mormon faith. In fact, he despised it. He’d rant about it being ‘homophobic’ and ‘racist’ and ‘a cult’. Apparently, he was only in the church because his parents forced him to be, and if he tried to leave the faith, his parents said they’d kick him out and cut him off, leaving him homeless and near broke. He claimed that the second he had a stable job and his own place to live, he was never coming to the church again.

So, in short, he would be no help to Logan on the mission.

Just great.

“And your location is... Orlando!”

They were going to Orlando? Logan knew a lot about Orlando, as it was where Elder Price always talked about wishing to go. He felt even worse now. He was living, no, stealing Elder Price’s dream...

-

Logan was extremely close to losing it.

He was waiting in the airport at the gate for his flight. His parents had long since left after saying their goodbyes, so now he was alone.

Alone with Elder Ceitful.

“I really don’t get how you can happily go along with this shit,” the Elder in question said, flicking through his copy of the Book of Mormon. “It is the single most disgusting thing I’ve ever read - and I had a friend in high school who wrote and then forced me to read a lot of kinky shit.”

This. Logan was going to have to deal with this for two years.

“Is it because you like Kevin? Is that the only reason you go along with it, to impress him? Because, I’m sorry to tell you, but the Mormon faith isn’t that fond of the homosexual lifestyle. I don’t think that plan is going to-“

“What?! I-I do not have feelings for Elder Price!”

“Please, the way you stare at him tells me all I need to know. You have a crush.”

“I am straight! I like women, just as Heavenly Father intended...”

“Uh huh. You keep telling yourself that...”

Two. Hecking. Years.

-

Logan and Elder Ceitful had arrived in Florida, and were currently being given a tour of the local area by their District Leader and his companion. Elder Foster was very bubbly, joy seeming to never leave his light blue eyes as he pointed out all the houses around, saying which had been converted and which still needed to be. His partner, Elder Picani, was a little more subdued, but still bright and talkative. As they walked around, Elder Ceitful was barely paying attention. It didn’t matter, though, Logan was listening for the two of them, and had a notebook out, taking notes on which households needed to be converted.

As they walked around, Logan noticed something. He frowned, before looking up to his District Leader. “Elder Foster?”

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“You missed out Number 46. 45 has been converted, 47 hasn’t, but you didn’t tell us about 46.”

Elder Foster and Elder Picani froze, sharing grave looks, before the former responded. “They haven’t been. But we don’t talk about that house. We don’t visit it.”

“What? Why?”

“Two brothers live at that house, and they’re unconvertable,” Elder Picani said. “The first one is bad enough. He lives a very openly homosexual lifestyle, refusing to talk to us because of it. When he opens the door to us, he just says ‘sorry, I’m a lifelong gay’, before shutting the door in our faces. And the other...”

“He’s the devil incarnate,” Elder Foster finished.

“What?” Logan raised an eyebrow in confusion while Elder Ceitful’s attention was caught by the conversation.

“He’s horrible. The first time we tried to talk to him, he said ‘I’m sorry, I’m currently busy sucking Satan’s... thingy’. Except he didn’t say ‘thingy’. Since then, he’s done all sorts of horrendous things. Told horrifying stories to the Elders, shown them graphic images and videos, and other even more disgusting things. Eventually, we had no choice but to give up. I hate to admit it, but I doubt he’ll ever be able to find salvation.”

Elder Ceitful smirked. “I like the sound of this guy.”

Meanwhile, Logan’s eyes were shining. This was it. This was how he showed he was just as great, just as incredible as Elder Price. This was how he would make his parents proud.

He, Elder Logan Berry, was going to convert the unconvertable.

-

The next day, after a hearty breakfast, a warm shower, and a little rehearsing his script to himself in the mirror, Logan found himself walking up to the door of the ‘unconvertable brothers’ at house number 46. Elder Ceitful trudged behind him. “You know this is never going to work, right?”

“Shush. I want you to not say anything, alright?” Logan hissed to him. “This is very important to me, and I will not have you screw it up.”

“Sure. It’ll be more fun to watch you completely and utterly fail.”

Logan huffed, rolling his eyes, before turning to the door. He knocked, putting on a friendly joyful smile. After a few seconds, the door opened.

“Hello! My name is Elder Berry, and I would like to share with you the-”

He was interrupted by a wolf whistle. “Well, would you look at this... They’ve sent the cutest guy they have to try and tempt me to convert, have they?”

Logan’s face burned light pink, and he looked up at the man at the door. And then his face burned dark red.

The man had green eyes that shone like emeralds in the sunlight, tanned skin, brown hair that was shown to have a slight hint of red in it when the light caught it. The only exception was a silver streak dyed in his fringe. He had a moustache that curled up at the ends that, though it seemed to be something an over-the-top cartoon villain would wear, suited him perfectly. He was tall, staring down at Logan with a sort of hungry lust in his eyes. He was wearing a crop top and rather tight shorts which showed off his toned physique.

Logan swallowed the lump that had appeared in his throat, the mantra he had been taught since he was 13 repeating in his head. Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off...

Both the man in the doorway and Elder Ceitful smirked, the latter leaning over to Logan. “What was that you told me yesterday? ‘I like women, just as Heavenly Father intended’?”

Logan wanted to glare at him, but was still struck by the beauty of the stranger. After a pause, he did the only thing he could think of:

Run away.

As he left, he heard the two still at the door exchange a greeting.

“Jan? Is that you? No way!”

“Hey, Remus. It’s been a while.”

“No shit! Come on in, we have so much we need to catch up on! And I have a few new fanfics I need proof read!”

“Oh, I wish I could, but I’m required to stay with my mission companion at all times. Maybe you should invite us both in.”

Logan skidded to a stop, turning to his companion. “Don’t you dare!!!”

The man, Remus, grinned. “Why of course you can both come in!” He retreated back into his house, and Elder Ceitful followed, before pausing and turning to Logan.

“Come on, Elder Berry! You wouldn’t want to break the rules, would you?”

Logan hesitated. These thoughts that he had around Remus were unholy... but breaking mission rules was unholy too! He growled in annoyance, looking to his companion, who was giving him a sickly sweet and incredibly faux smile. 

Logan couldn’t win, could he?

He huffed before returning to the house, and unwillingly followed Elder Ceitful inside.

[wocfics]

A Little Caught Up- V (Finale)

Masterlist

Word Count- 3k

Black reader x OT7

Angst with a hint of fluff

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV 

After spending a couple of days in the dorms with the boys and YoungMi (of course Namjoon begging you to stay so he can have quality time with his daughter) you were happy to see that he was forming a bond with her. Like any baby she cried during the night every few hours in which you had to get up and feed her and Namjoon would get up to change her diaper after you showed him how to do it multiple times and to your surprise, he was actually pretty good at it. You couldn’t lie to yourself, it was weird, all of it was, having a baby by Kim Namjoon of BTS and sleeping in the same room as him even though he said he’d sleep on the floor if you made you more comfortable but you opted for the couch after cleaning the living room area. The boys didn’t mind either, they all grew to love YoungMi and were content with staring at her even when she was asleep because she was adorable. You and Namjoon didn't talk much unless it had to do with the baby, which was also awkward at times. You weren’t gonna lie, it sucked not actually being in a relationship with the father of your child but you also knew the position he was in with even having a child. Of course it bothers you that you two were so careless that night but you would never regret your baby girl. She was everything and more you could’ve ever wanted. She was perfect. 

Folding up your blanket, or rather Namjoon’s blanket that he let you borrow and grabbing the pillow he gave to you, you carried everything into his room and set it on the end of the bed as you did every morning. You were sure to be quiet since everyone was still asleep. Scooping up MiMi from her slumber, carefully, you carried her out of the room and into the kitchen area to feed her a cereal bottle while preparing yourself something to eat. Sitting at the kitchen table, you looked down at her as she stared back up at you with her deep set eyes, sucking away on the bottle. You smirked and kissed her forehead and quickly glanced up when you heard shuffling footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Namjoon trudged towards the counter and began setting up the coffee pot which meant everyone else would be up soon. You two stared at each other for a few seconds before he leaned down in front of you to kiss MiMi on the forehead and then sat in the chair across from you and rubbed his eyes while yawning. You never knew what to say in these moments since you were staying there. What could you say? Sorry for getting pregnant with your child and not talking to you even though you ghosted me and now I’m here in South Korea wanting you to meet her now? 

He broke the silence first with a heavy sigh and cleared his throat. “Good morning...did you sleep okay?” He asked. It was the first question he’s asked that didn’t have to do with the baby. You nodded and looked down, removing the bottle and placing your daughter on your shoulder and began patting her back. “I slept fine. Thanks.” You mumbled. He then stood up and grabbed two coffee mugs and filled them with coffee from the pot once it was done and glanced over his shoulder at you. “Sugar? Cream?” He asked. “Two scoops of sugar and a little bit of cream. Thanks.” You replied and once MiMi burped, you carried her into the living room and laid her down on the couch since she slept for a little longer after her morning bottle. Walking back into the kitchen while fixing the pineapple of hair on top of your head, you grabbed the mug from him and sat back down at the table, taking a sip and began making yourself a bowl of cereal. “I wanted to talk to you actually, Y/N, about coming with me somewhere today with the baby. It’s important actually.” He blurted out. Where did he want to go with you today? They all had to go to the studio for rehearsals since their comeback was a few months away. “Where are we going?” You asked, taking a few scoops of cereal and shoveling it into your mouth. He placed his hands on the table, folding them together. “I’ve spoken to Bang PD about the situation going on and he wants to meet with us, both of us to figure out the best solution for all of us. I know I haven’t been too welcoming the past few days but I do hope you’ll come please.” He explained. You knew that was coming but today?! 

After cleaning up and changing Mi into an outfit and feeding her again, you managed to shower and get dressed in half an hour, fluffing out your curls and checking over your outfit which consisted of a white shirt, blue jeans and red Converse. Y/N placed Mi into her carseat while Namjoon was getting ready in his room now. So many things were going through your mind about what could happen at this meeting. What if he didn’t like you? What if Mr. Bang made you go back home with YoungMi and tries to pay you off without ever getting in contact with Namjoon or any of the boys again? Rubbing your lips together, you sighed and looked down at your daughter. Only 3 months old and having no idea of what’s going on in the world at all. She needed to know her father and the people around him. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t take that from her ever. 

The boys were quickly making their way out into the living room, late for practice and rushing to the front door to slip on their sneakers. Each one waved to you or said bye and you waved back. Jimin on the other hand, quickly ran over to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry. Everything will be okay. Okay?” He smiled and you couldn’t help but return the smile and nodded. “Okay. Go, you’re gonna be late.” He nudged him and watched him leave the dorm. As the door closed, Namjoon made his way out of the room, wearing a black tracksuit that was oversized and a black baseball cap to match. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive right now. His hair was a beautiful blonde color that you wanted to run your fingers through while he spoke to you about his latest deep thoughts. Looking away before he could catch you practically drooling over him, you placed her phone in the diaper bag ang and situated your daughter before pulling the hood over the carseat and placing a blanket over top of it to keep the sunlight out of her eyes. 

“Ready? The driver’s waiting.” Namjoon asked, grabbing the carseat from you and making his way over to the door. You picked up the diaper bag and your purse and quickly followed behind. 

The ride there didn’t take long, since it was in the same building that they held dance practice in. The building was big, one of the biggest you’ve ever seen and you couldn’t help but stare up at it as you made you way inside, discreetly of course. The three of you, plus two guards had to go through the back in case someone saw you and when you walked inside it looked like a typical building except for the word ‘Big Hit’ being on the wall. You managed to tie your hair up into a puff at the top of your head in the car before you made it to the building since the heat was too much, especially for your having your hair in your face. Making your way onto the elevator, the guards long gone, you fiddled with your fingers while stealing glances of Namjoon every once in a while until you made it to the right floor of Bang PD. Now your heart was pumping and fast. Everything was happening so fast. 

His office was big, personalized for him of course with a few plants and pictures of the boys throughout the years on the wall along with the members of TXT as well. “I’ll just set her in the chair between us.” He carefully set the carseat down and removed the blanket and pushed back the hood to reveal a sleeping YoungMi. You smiled down at her and Namjoon watched you until you looked up at him and he looked away, his eyes quickly moving to the door when he heard it open. What the hell do I even say to him? 

He looked exactly like he did on Youtube videos and pictures, friendly and smiling. He smiled at you and all the weight you had on your shoulders lifted and you smiled back, standing up when he outstretched his hand. You quickly bowed your head and introduced yourself. “Please, have a seat. Is this the baby? YoungMi?” He asked, peeking into the carseat and already gushing over her adorable pouty sleeping face. He moved across from the both of you and placed a thick folder on the table, in which your eyes couldn’t move away from. What was in there?

Before he started, the door opened and in came the members one by one, taking a seat at the table as well. They looked just as confused as you did, her eyebrows stitched together before returning to Namjoon who seemed to be sharing the same expression. 

Mr. Bang folded his hands together and sighed heavily. “You all must be wondering why you’re here, but you’re all aware of the situation at hand with Namjoon and Y/N-ssi. We are weeks away from your upcoming performances and this is unfortunately an inconvenience to us all…” His eyes went to Namjoon and he shook his head. “You are the leader of this group and therefore you are to set an example for this men so you all can go down the right path, but you weren’t thinking about that when you made a careless mistake based on lust and a one night stand.” You blankly stared at the table, keeping her fists clenched in your lap as you felt not only insulted but offended in any way possible. Did you have to even listen to this?

Namjoon’s face hardened, his jaw clenched and a distant look in his eyes as he was being scolded. “Your actions have affected this group and if one messes up, the rest have to follow suit which is why I’ve called all of you here. This will be quick and to the point, no arguments, no working things out with what I am going to tell you all. You can talk about it after this meeting is over, everything is already set in stone and I’ve even contacted your families as well.” He began opening the folder and everyone seemed to have leaned in, curious about what was happening now. 

Everything was your fault, you were reckless, you let him blind you and now you were responsible for what was going to happen to the boys and even Namjoon. What if you cost them their careers? What if he sent you back home with YoungMi and made you lose contact with everyone, including her father? What about your career? You had finished an online school of course but when you came here, it was supposed to be for a few weeks before you would go back and start your job as an esthetician. 

He pulled out a form...a wedding certificate and looked between you and Namjoon and it felt like the world stopped shifting. A contract? Namjoon’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. “I’ve checked your background, Ms. Y/L/N and you’ve accomplished a lot, no criminal history or write ups in America, you live alone as well so this will be easier said than done. You two are to be married, by the end of the week. I will send someone to pack up your things Y/N in your apartment in California and ship them here. Namjoon, you will be moved out of the dorms and there is a residence in which you and Y/N will reside in with your daughter YoungMi as well. This arrangement has been set in stone. I’ve called your family and they are aware of what’s going on. If you want to remain in this company and in this group then you will take this contract and do right by it. This can’t get out to the public unless it is sealed. Do you understand? Namjoon? Y/N?” He asked. 

You didn’t know what to say, but married?! Yeah you and your friends joked about who you would marry in BTS but it was with the intention that it would never actually happen and now it is, under the worst circumstances. Without thinking you wiped your cheek quickly, a tear escaping your eye. You were still young, you didn’t know Namjoon outside of BTS and now you had no choice but to be with him. You couldn’t ruin his life anymore than what it was. What if he had a secret girlfriend? What if you two didn’t get along once you were moved in together? While you pondered this, Mr. Bang spoke to the boys, you couldn’t understand what he was saying but you figured he was explaining the situation and as you looked at each person’s face, you could see the pity in their eyes. There was no way you would even turn to look at Namjoon but you could feel him burning a hole into the side of your face with his glare. Great.

“As for you boys, because of this arranged marriage, each of you will have to follow suit. All for one and one for all, right? In a month’s time, you will have wives, you will all be moved out of the shared dorm and into your own apartments. You’ll all share the same building of course since we can’t risk the exposure. I’m sorry it has to be this way but we will work according to your schedule. You will continue to have your rehearsals and performances, the arrangements will be sent to me along with your wives. If someone has a disagreement then this company will fall with the reputation you have as a group and as people.” You didn’t know what was being said but from the look on the members faces, you knew it wasn’t good. 

He dismissed you all and you blinked rapidly, standing up without saying a word, tears spilling down your cheeks. Their eyes are on you and you could tell, everything was ruined. Grabbing your bag and the diaper bag, you picked up the carseat and quickly made your way out of the room and glanced around, trying to find the nearest exit. You didn’t want to see any of their faces right now. Making your way to the elevator, you walked in and saw them walking out, arguing with each other before Jimin was the one that noticed you and ran to catch the elevator before it closed. He pressed a button and let the door close before turning to face you. 

“This isn’t your fault, you know? Namjoon-ah has to take responsibility too and none of us wanted this for ourselves.” He shifted back and forth on his feet. You couldn’t speak in fear of letting out a sob and he sighed. Once the door opened and revealed a break room, you followed behind him and sat down at the nearest table, placing the carseat on the ground and unstrapping MiMi as she began to wake up, you picked her up and stood up after grabbing a bottle from the diaper bag to feed her. It wasn’t long until you could hear the elevator doors again and Namjoon storming in, everyone else filing in behind as stalked up to you and sighed. 

“We need to talk, now.” His voice was stern, you nodded and before you could say anything, Jimin took the bottle and the baby from you, resuming her feeding while Namjoon, ever so gently, grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind a door and closed it behind him. 

He paced back and forth, before placing his hands in his pockets and turning to look at you. “Is this what you wanted? It’s not what I wanted for myself and I’m sure it’s not something that they wanted and I know part of it is my fault as well. We’re going to go and get everything verified tomorrow morning and when we move in together there will be three bedrooms so..you can have your own room and I’ll have mine. YoungMi will have her own as well, I saw the apartment, it’s big enough so I can still have my space and you can have yours. We won’t sleep in the same room, I have to focus on the comebacks and-” You cut him off. “First of all, no, it’s not what I wanted and before you continue I’m going to explain something to you. You. Will. Not. Blame. Me. For any of this. I don’t like what’s happening either and I know they’ll hate me…” Your voice cracked and you looked away, trying to hold back tears. 

“You have fans and I know how they’ll feel, I’m a fan too and I don’t know how this is going to go or when it will all be out for everyone to know, the only thing I ask from you is to be a father to our daughter. You don’t have to love me or even like me but you will respect me, I’ve given you the same since I’ve been here. I’m not going to bother you or interrupt your studio sessions or rehearsals. I still have to find a job while I’m here, that’s pressure enough.” Clearing your throat, you sighed. “Don’t worry about me being in your way, now I can see the kind of person you are, Kim Namjoon.” With that, you opened the door, seeing the other members standing around the door, clearly they were listening and looked down after they saw your face. 

“I’m sorry I did this to you, to all of you. I didn’t think it would happen this way and there’s not enough apologies in the world that will fix this. Excuse me. “ You moved past them, taking your daughter from Jimin and placing her back in her carseat and grabbing your things. You had to go somewhere, anywhere but here. You only knew the dorms so once you got to the main floor you asked for the driver to take you back there. This was all too much. You’d have to figure it all out after tomorrow, which would seal the deal.

// Thank you guys so much for reading! Obviously this was my first story and it will be linked with another series I have in the makings so if you liked this then you’ll love the next one. Also, feel free to ask any questions you would like me to answer or any suggestions about what kind of content you guys would like to see. I’d love to interact with everyone on here. 

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SAVE ME AGAIN  “ 02 “

Being the bodyguard of the district judge was an honor for his status and pocket. He had to safeguard his wife's life and his life at all costs. She lived in an unstable bubble where in the day she boasted her great husband and at night she cried at the blows she gave him. For Mr. Jonh it was just a trophy for Jungkook was just a poor and beautiful woman who had fallen into the wrong hands. One night, in the middle of a party, she decides to put an end to that hell and runs away, when Jungkook finds her and Arianna asks her to take her away he can't say no.

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔:   Jungkookbodyguard au x (female: Ariana) 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒:  smut., bodyguard au, fluff, angst, one shot. 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 6 K 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔: +18   𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔:  abuse,very violence, sadness, psychological abuse, dirty lenjuage, naked, muscles, relationship vanilla, sex,unprotected sex, heats for tight clothes, escape, love in secret. 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒:  I have seen it necessary to write a small novel from a chapter about the spectacular music video of into you.

                                             "Broadens the smile more." He points out, the man's fingers form a huge smile on his skin. She tries but is only able to form an empty grin. So many years ago she didn't smile properly. Since she had married with that obsessive madman his life had fallen into a bottomless pit. He had cheated on him. His life was hell. "Fuck, baby, I've given you a necklace of two hundred thousand dollars." He growls, his annoyance is transferred with a small I scream that scares her, her aggressiveness causes her to close her eyes in fear.

"I will try." She promised. Her husband around his eyes, annoyed by his monotonous behavior. The chair beside him is banged against the table hard. Ariana shrinks scared by the rumble. Suddenly, her husband approaches her and sharply lifts his chin.

"You better. I'm a public character and I can't let them see the problems we have."

Selfishness towards his social condition was too much for his status. Of course, being one of the judges of the district involved a rise in personalities. He had to maintain an impeccable image. Therefore, making public the failure of your marriage would bring you problems, too many. His wife was a hottie, a beautiful girl that many wanted to own. That poor girl had married in love, now, she could not see her husband in the eyes in panic to be angry at her boldness.

The door of the office squeaks when it is knocked. Jonh accepts his invasion with a little shout. Ariana ducks her head because of the humiliation she feels. You can sigh calmly when your husband's shoes disappear from his field of vision.

"Everything is ready, sir. Anytime."

When he hears Jungkook's deep voice, he raises his head curiously. Jonh strokes his thoughtful beard. Without more, he abandons his wife. The boy observes Ariana's shrink, feels bad. Because her boss didn't know, but she was her friend. He had touched her the two years they had been together and realized she was a wonderful woman. And he, a cocoon.

"Are you all right?" He asks, his innocent tone gently caresses his heart. Ariana smiles shyly. A small gesture that answered your question. Of course it wasn't right. If he had heard Mr. Jonh's screams from the back of the hall. "She's beautiful. She doesn't need to smile to show it." She confesses, but immediately closes her mouth. Adriana raises her eyebrows in surprise. Jungkook cleared his throat uncomfortably. He had escaped. Embarrassed he makes a small bow. Try to escape from there but your hand is caught by a much smaller one, paralyzing it.

"Sometimes we just need a sincere compliment. Thank you very much, Mr. Jeon."

His broad smile was so longing that I leave him speechless.

The blinding lights of the spotlights caused damage to their brown retinas. The paparazzi shouted how beautiful she was. Her husband had left the car through the back door. He had approached Ariana and offered her hand to help her with her heels. As he had rehearsed he starts to smile falsely. Her exaggerated grimace does not surprise them because her husband does not take in passing one. Unbelievers thinking that their marriage was an exemplary one, they knew absolutely nothing. Nor the fear of the girl. Neither of his continued infidelities.

"Here, Mr. Judge." A boy who hung an identification card around his neck kindly indicated that they could move forward. Jungkook gets out of the car to do his job. The pinganillo is played when he begins to receive orders from his partner. He would enter the party to protect Mr. Jonh. And of course, to watch over his wife. Jungkook wrinkled his eyebrows in anguish. Jonh grabbed his wife's arm roughly to pose with him in the photo. For an instant, that bodyguard felt a little envy. The more he would like to have so many people at his service, and above all, the more he would like to have a woman as precious as his boss's.

Very soon they enter the heated meeting. As usual, many celebrities talk to them as if they were close friends, when they had barely crossed two words in their lives.

"Yes, my wife and I will be in the Bahamas next week, isn't it great, my love?" Her little question resonates with grace. Ariana simply smiles, shows a small excited giggle - a false one without a doubt - to leave her husband pleased. He had to continue with the theater or else he would end up crying because of the cries of that abusive. A red-haired woman borders them. Remove your freshly wavy hair with flirting, you didn't have to be too smart to know that those gestures had a recipient. Her husband. He had already gotten used to his sluts, that was one more on his long list. Tired of that boring conversation, she approaches Jonh's ear with a little fear.

"Honey, my feet hurt, could we sit a little?"

But her husband takes that question as an act of rebellion and decides to end that insipid conversation to drag his wife into one of the empty rooms. Jungkook and his partner follow closely. He realizes the seriousness of the matter when his boss stretches an angry finger ordering that they will not enter under any circumstances.

As soon as she opened the door, her husband's hand threw her against the floor. He has to support his hands to prevent his mouth from hitting the marble. The slamming door that emits a sound so loud that it completely covers Ariana's sobs.

"Are you tired little whore? Have I given you permission to speak?"

The man hooks the girl's hair. Forming a hairy fist to raise it sharply. She tilts her aching head. She is so scared that she can't even cry. The swollen vein in Jonh's neck highlighted his bad character.

"Have I given you permission to speak?" He shouts, as it is a few inches away the rumble of vibration is totally painful. Her husband's hysterical eyes protrude from her orbs giving her a horrifying appearance. - Whore. -Its insult echoes through the luxurious room. He raises his rabid hand and throws it with a slap. While she agonizes on the cold wood, he puts on his tie and stretches his suit as if he had done nothing. Never mind his wife's status, he opens the door and leaves.

"You with me." He points to Brandon with a finger. When his eyes repair Jungkook's alarmed bust he reduces his eyes. "You watch her."

He leaves shortly after. Brandon turns his head a few moments before disappearing down the hall. The door opens with caution. Ariana's wavy mane appears when she leaves the room completely. Then, Jungkook, observes alarmed the redness that spreads under the surface of his cheek. Analyze his crestfallen look. Tie ends immediately. Without hesitation, he approaches the girl sadly.

"Are you all right?" He questions, but his stupid shyness causes her to shake her head. To deny something obvious. He had tried to cover the bruise with the base but redness was an impossible case. "If she doesn't want to go back to the party, I can take her home." That innocent proposal causes a wry laugh about her. Deny again in a brave smile. If her husband flees from the party this time, she wouldn't leave a redness on her face. He would be able to kill her in an act of lust. Leaving the boy worried about his condition, he advances towards the classroom with elegance.

Joint the knees uncomfortably. Caress your legs cooled. She had been sitting in an awkward seat for more than an hour watching her husband enjoy the company of two poorly dressed women. Sighs saddened. He wanted to leave. Run away and never come back. If only I could. A scandalous laugh reaches Ariana's ears. One of those slots was being courted by her husband. The very unfortunate was continuing his infidelities in view of all the guests. The straw that broke the glass was that her husband slipped his hand down the woman's back, finishing her journey in the polypropered ass. Stunned by her low behavior, she looks away in disgust. For a moment, the temptation to cross the door at the end of the room is too stifling.

"Poor Mrs. Ariana." Brandon's complaints draw Jungkook's attention. He still felt down for not being enough man to comfort her. "Sometimes, I want to punch the boss, how can he treat his wife like that? Jungkook." He pronounces his name in fear. Brandon's hands shake brutally as he stomps through the hysterical place. Jungkook doesn't understand the situation until he finds Ariana's seat completely empty.

"Fuck." He curses, alerted sees his boss but since he is quite busy kneading the asses of those women, he decides not to bother him. Disgusted he runs out the door in search of the girl. "Brandon take care of the west wing, please, caution." Drowned by the race, he keeps checking every corner of the great mansion. Increase the volume of your pinganillo. About ten minutes pass and he can't find it. It's all his fault, if he had been more attentive. If he had done his fucking job well. Exhausted opens the glazed doors of the balcony to catch some air. Admired by the moonlight, he cannot believe when he visualizes a female figure resting on the railing. "Madam?" In a precautionary hue, he slowly approaches her. She sighs more calmly when she says she is.

"I can't anymore." That confession comes out weak, with fear. Jungkook can't keep his eyes up for sadness. That woman did not deserve so many problems. When the girl decides to turn and look at him, Jungkook can feel dry tears caressing her cheek. His pupils were off, they did not transmit life.

"Let's go inside can catch a cold." Try to take her in his arms to protect her inward. But he surprises him too much, when she brushes her arm away.

"No! I don't want to go back with that man! I, I ... want to go."

The wind hit his throat, but the irritation was not caused by the cold wind, but by the heartbreaking scream he had just emitted. She was desperate, she could no longer bear her husband's humiliations. The constant shame. The reduction by its gender. Was sated. Jungkook moves his Adam's nut when he swallows saliva. He had become nervous.

"Okay, I take her, but please calm down."

"I don't want to go to my house. I want to go far." He pronounced each word absently. His eyes admired the distant craters of the small satellite. I said it very seriously. I didn't want to return to that hell. But not even with those direct wishes did he get Jungkook to understand his request.

"Jungkook! Tell me if you've found it." Brandon's robotic voice floats up behind Jungkook's pinganillo. His friend's agitated voice implied that his career to look for the girl was not over. When Jungkook squeezes the device with his fingers, Ariana's gaze fills with panic.

"No, I haven't found her."

Like all the meetings of his boss he always used to take his own vehicle. He did well that time. Thanks to the fact that he had taken the motorcycle, they were able to flee from that dreadful party. Jungkook didn't know when he had taken her hand and they had run to the back door. Luckily the couple, as that exit was where the service people agreed there was not a single camera, there was no one. Jungkook's pinganillo had been turned off the moment they shot out. Even, because of the hustle and bustle I end up being stepped on and shattered by the girl's heels.

The cold hits directly with the uncapped arms of Ariana's expensive dress. Jungkook feels his pocket and when he touches the metal of his keys, he takes them out and puts them through the slit of the motorcycle. Ariana picks up the length of her dress to facilitate its ascent to the vehicle. The boy releases an awkward sound lamenting.

"We can order a taxi, if you like." He says, but his nerves betray him and he ends up stuttering a little. Ariana stops accumulating the fabric of her pompous dress to look puzzled. The truth, if I was surprised. So many times he had allowed himself to spy on him while he went to the boring meetings of his sailor and never thought that this man made and right could get nervous.

"The motorcycle is fine." I ... I want to get out of here as soon as possible. If we ask for a taxi, we can lose time. "The desperation he emitted from his throat did not hide the panic that this insensitive man had. And although it seemed a little ironic, it is at that moment, when she raises her eyebrows and realizes that yes, he would run away with his boss's wife. A chill makes his little body tremble, it was three in the morning and yes, it was cold from the devil. That dress was very pretty but it didn't harbor anything. In a chivalrous act Jungkook Remove the jacket and cover the girl's shoulders. ”She smiles gratefully as she best places that big jacket on her body.

"Thank you," he mutters, his corners rise unconsciously for that tender act. Jungkook has to mentally shake his thoughts in order to react. Because that beautiful girl had made her heart shake hard and had only smiled at her.

When Jungkook gets on the motorcycle taking care of his expensive suit - since he had nothing else - she does not take long to imitate his gesture. His little hands wrap around his waist to hold on. He rests his head on his muscular back and closes his eyes when the breeze starts to brush his cheeks. His fingers put pressure on his shirt when he hears the vehicle's engine. He didn't like that motorcycle. That is, I preferred a car. But curiously, the heat emitted by Jungkook's body made him comfortable. The security he had felt in hugging the strong muscles of his abdomen had been sincere.

He didn't know where they were going but he didn't care either. He had taken her out of there and now he was free. He had started a new life, or well, a little adventure with his bodyguard. Feeling rebellious about how good the air gusts made him feel, he emboldened himself and in an amazing act ended up extending his arms. Move your fingers playing with the wind. Smile happy. Jungkook turns his head a few moments, encountering that tender scene. And smile. She had seemed like a beautiful woman from the moment he met her, but now, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

A few drops begin to wet their cheeks. Ariana leaves her rebellion aside because she freaks out when many others slide back down her face. Hide your head again on your back. When a tropical storm begins, Jungkook growls at his bad luck.

"I can't drive like this!" I have to stop. He announces, overwhelmed by the cold that falls on his bones when the drops wet his arms. Turn your head a little to get your attention while screaming upset. Ariana agrees completely. The fog begins to flood the road and you can barely see a light sign at the end of the crossing. As you can, Jungkook turns and gets on a path following a sign.

Both sigh for the goodness of finding a small hostel in the middle of nowhere. Jungkook gets off when he parks it under a porch. Ariana almost falls for the useless heels she wore. Fortunately, Jungkook catches her before she falls. The man wraps his wet waist with no second intentions, he just wanted to help her. But it affects him too much when he sees the redness of Ariana's cheeks. For a moment, she thinks she is any woman and wants to kill her with kisses. But it is contained, the poor girl already had enough trouble to carry a slug now.

Running in the heavy rain they enter through a door, bumping into what looks like the hostel's reception. Ariana caresses her arms for heat. And Jungkook, try to dry your hair with your hand. A wrinkled tanned old lady welcomes you with a smile.

"You must be Mr. Kim." The woman's statement leaves them confused. Ariana and Jungkook observe each other immediately. The old woman's mistake could be an opportunity that they couldn't let go. So, they both immediately smile to access the lie.

"Yes, uff ... we didn't know it would rain so much." Jungkook's performance causes a smile in the old woman. The boy shakes his clothes to remove the water from the jacket. Suddenly the old woman analyzes them and tightens the wrinkles that bury her mouth. The old woman's confusion makes them alert again.

"Ah! Little head of mine." The blow that is given on the head the adult lady leaves them more relaxed. "You must be very tired of the trip, you don't get married every day." Well, where is the luggage? My nephew will take him to your room. "

"With the hustle and bustle of the trip we have not brought suitcases." He announces, Jungkook's tranquility convinces the old woman. However, his accomplice feels a bit withdrawn yet. This whole matter had left him speechless, since he was beginning to be aware of the madness he had just committed.

"But you are soaked ..." The woman's pity was reflected in her distressed gaze. Clothes dripped water everywhere. The dampness of the clothes had caused Arina to sneeze taking the old woman's full attention. "My nephew can leave you clothes, boy." And you ... well I think we can manage something. "

"It's the only thing I have of your size, I'm sorry." He says, but what he doesn't know is that those simple clothes fit him like a glove. Jungkook looks closely at himself in the mirror, his black T-shirt and those jeans fit his muscles in luxury. Without a doubt, the leather jacket gave a sexier touch. But the bandana that accompanied her look gave her a very irresistible wild touch.

"Hey, thank you kid." he thanks, Jungkook extends his hand to shake it with the young man. The size of the clothes was not recrininary, it was perfect. Besides, he had taken the trouble to give it to her. Placing the jacket collar correctly, he goes out into the hall.

"How did you meet?" Jungkook listens from afar to the old woman's weak voice. He hurries her step immediately. It hadn't fallen that she had left her alone with that gossip. When she reaches the counter she almost chokes on her own saliva. Golden legs they enter his field of vision. Stunned he runs through the girl's shorts. However, that black top and that fringed jacket had taken his full attention. His flat abdomen was a spectacle and his navel, a delicious way to enter his tongue, his former boss was a cocoon but he had good taste in women.

The old woman stops hotigating with her awkward questions when she sees him arrive. Ariana sighs in agony, she had no idea how to answer that curious one.

"I see you have done well." Murmurs that old woman excited, when he gets up from the table to greet the boy. Ariana runs into the powerful figure of the young man. A chill of high temperature tickles your stomach. The suit was scary but that wild aspect, holy god, was heart attack. "Great, my nephew will take you to the room. Later we will take you dinner. Surely you will be hungry."

"Over here." That boy says politely. Ariana goes after him immediately. Jungkook swallows dry saliva before following them. The cold of the humid weather by the storm hits with its face. A little hurried arrive at the room. The boy pulls out a key and opens the door with maertria. Enter the couple with the principle of hypothermia. "Surely you are newlyweds?"

Ariana turns scared by her distrust. Watch Jungkook fearfully, he doesn't want to be kicked out of there. I didn't want to go back to her husband.

"I mean, you haven't kissed even a little bit."

The couple sighs relieved.

"That's because my wife is a bit shy." Comments funny, Jungkook takes the audacity to surround that small waist with his arm. He draws her to his strong body with a slight push. Ariana laughs nervously at the delicious perfume that goes up her nose. Both boys think that the little embarrassed giggle and the hiding place of the girl's head on his chest were part of his character, but no, he had behaved like this because of the fever he had felt when Jungkook's hands had touched the surface of his skin. He had completely bristled. Luckily for those two tortolos the young man disappeared shortly after stopping insisting. The door closes carefully and they separate - although they are quite comfortable touching each other - each one is placed on the tip of the room without looking at each other.

Used to sleep under very thin lycra sheets. That hotel bed was a little awkward for her usual figure. He removes his body a little looking for the perfect posture, but does not find it, so he ends up getting up from the sleepy mattress. Missed to see the sofa completely empty, she stands up. Since he had to sleep with his clothes on, he just had to peek out. And there he finds it. Sunk in your thoughts. Sitting on a bench far from the light rested his body. Ariana closes her wind-cooled jacket. Dodging some puddles ends up sitting on the bench.

"I'm sorry, I put you in this mess." He whispers, his regret causes a start in the chestnut tree. He hadn't hated her to arrive. She starts playing with the flip flops that adorned her feet. I watched the blackness of the horizon with determination. "I'll take a taxi early tomorrow, I'll be back with my husband." I won't cause you any more problems. "

Try to get up but a big hand holds your wrist. She watches Jungkook immediately.

"You're not going back with that cocoon." I will not consent. Sentence, his voice had sounded hoarse and steady. She smiles shyly because she hasn't treated her with her usual honor. Actually, I no longer had to speak to him with respect if he no longer worked for Jonh. Jungkook rotates his body supporting a knee under his body, to facilitate eye contact. Ariana observes that hypnotizing brightness with admiration. "I promise you will never cry again, beautiful."

Ariana curls her arms in the back of her neck to hug him. There was so much love in his gestures that he could not help but get carried away. That boy was taking a risk until he passed totally dangerous limits, just because he wanted to protect her. I wish I had met him before and not her husband's bastard. Both smile excitedly when they look into each other's eyes after separating.

In a bad step, when she stands up to return to the room her flip flops slide through a puddle of mud. Ariana screams when she loses her balance but does not fall. Jungkook catches her agilely saving her from the ground. She laughs a little nervous about her bad kill. Jungkook's agitated breath falls on his cheek. Then, Ariana slightly bends her head bumping her nose. The heat runs through her female body from top to bottom, she can no longer.

"You're good..."

"Better than good." He cuts it into an attractive sigh. Jungkook's pupils are betrayed in two black alos when he sees her lean toward his lips. They kiss. Ariana has to stand on tiptoe to continue kissing Jungkook. As if that contact he gave her life back, squeezes his lower back in despair, he loved her, and he wanted her madly, Jungkook's hands wander down his thigh, eventually placing them on his waist, his tongue coming into contact with hers when they open their mouths Looking for contact.

They don't even realize when they have entered the room. His kisses end in bed. Ariana opens her legs so she can place her muscular thighs on top of her body. She moans heated by the little rocking the boy does.

"I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of you ..." agitated stops kissing her. But she anxious for those sweet lips catches her mouth again. His perfume was so intoxicating that he never wanted to separate from that man anymore.

"Now I am yours, touch me as you wish." proposes ecstatic. He needed that love that he expelled behind his pores. Jungkook was fully aware of what he had just heard, however, he did not say a single word. Because the woman he had kidnapped was his and not that moron. And now, I would touch her as a woman deserves.

His wet kisses slipped down his cheek, he longed to taste his neck. And so he did. His teeth were the first to catch that tempting skin surface. Ariana made a fist with the cloth of her suck. The sordid sounds that caused those wet actions tickled their intimate parts. His lips were present in the bone of his collarbone, he thought he saw the stars when his big hands amassed his ass with confidence. Noticing how hard his member was already was totally exciting. The cold hit his body as he took off his fringed jacket. His little top came in contact with his teeth. Specifically in the area dressed in the nipples.

"Jungkook ..." agitated heads his head back. His beautiful hands go through the strands of his hair to tighten it. That groan of his name had made him more horny. Therefore, despair struck his desire and a little away from the girl. I just take off my jacket and shirt in record time. See him disheveled. Watching in the first person how her abs widened as she leaned in again to kiss her had unleashed a wild instinct under her body. He received the kiss with his tongue. A click was what rang in her ears when Jungkook stopped kissing her. I wanted to kiss some softer and appetizing mountaineers. Between warm caresses I just bring your hands to her back. With all the mastery of the world, I unfasten that leftover bra. Her body arched to give her skin access. Jungkook gave him the most flirtatious smile he could transfer in that hot moment.

Tenderly kiss that pink button generating multiple electric shocks between his pants. Ariana bit her lip excited for all that pleasure. Jungkook's restless fingers traveled to the other chest squeezing it with lust. She lifted her hips in search of that hard lump. Jungkook crushed his hands on his hips to slowly scrub her on the fabric of his pants as he climbed his body, stroking his sweet skin with his mouth. He ended up kissing his ecstatic ear and staying there entertained with his lobe.

"You don't know how many times I've dreamed of having you like that, at my mercy." Being mine. "She whispers, her lips caress her ear and her breath moistens her cheek. She had had to hold back many times, she had very much wanted to caress her legs and open them when she saw her sheathed in those beautiful dresses. But it was forbidden. Now, that They no longer depended on any norm and were free to express themselves, leaving their hands framed on their skin. She smiles shyly at her confessions. She had also thought once in a while to wander through those muscles. His hottest obsession was to lower his hand over that fortified chest and those abdominals wet from the sweat caused by friction.

Her fingers catch the buckle of her belt. Jungkook stops kissing her cheeks because now he wants to look her in the eye. Their orbs merge excitedly, a small smile springs from Ariana's lips as she slides the belt until she is removed. He throws it around without caring about his parentage. He follows his example by lowering his fingers to the button of his shorts. Unzip it while still looking at it in the deepest way you can. She takes off the back of the mattress to facilitate the task. To her surprise, her panties also leave her body. When he leans down to kiss her she plunges her head into the pillow. Flirty sticks a finger through the gaps that leave her baggy pants. Your smile is a silent order. Approve your request by clenching your lips in a satisfied grimace. It does not take long to strip those clothes through the air. His phallus makes an appearance taking all his attention. The urgency to feel it completely makes him push him towards his naked body welcoming him with a tongue kiss.

"Let me see if you're ready ..." he murmurs flirtatiously, before sliding his naughty fingers through the girl's folds. Ariana groans drowned by the feeling of relaxation that covers her body. Jungkook takes advantage of his mistake to put a finger and see how close he was.

"I've been ready since I've seen you with that bandana." He curses, when he enters another finger inside. At this step he would reach his orgasm. Jungkook separates his teeth and sticks a nibble on his neck. He complains when his interior is empty because of the abandonment of his fingers. Soon he feels the tip of his cock caressing the folds. And then it counts.

"I don't have condoms ..." he says stunned. Lower your head recriminating your stupidity. But she gently picks up her cheeks by raising my head. The small denial he does leaves him more calm. More than once he had heard a couple of conservations among Jonh's partners referring to his wife. She understood that the girl took those pills so famous for the denial of her husband's fool to have children.

Ariana squeezes her legs over her waist to wake him from her thoughts. Jungkook catches his partner's lip as he climbs up the legs, sliding a couple of caresses. That game distracts her too much. Jungkook makes his way through a firm lunge. At one time it completely unites its body. Ariana nails her nails in her ribs when she leaves and re-enters with precision.

"You are delicious ... I adore how you squeeze me." I was so ecstatic about the passion that I couldn't even speak. He practically has to lick his thirsty lips when Jungkook watches her directly as he enters her mercilessly. "Come on beautiful, tell me something ... I need to hear from you."

If only he got under his skin and understood that pleasure clouded his understanding and could not emit anything other than groans and gasps. The triumphant smile the boy gives him is too much for his condition. Open your mouth to please him but then he gives you stronger.

"Never leave me, Jungkook." I groaned, hearing his name coming out of those appetizing beauties was his sensitive point from now on. Slide your nails to your lower back to tighten it. Taking advantage of his dismissal, he tilts his mouth to wet his ear in a whisper. "Why-I don't know if I'm going to be able to live without you after this."

Jungkook's hoarse laughter is the necessary trigger for his throat to explode in an agitated scream. She notices how Jungkook's hands stop on his legs to lift them while running agonizingly. The boy's head rests on Ariana's chest, his body collapses completely exhausted. Immediately her palms go over and heal the scratches on her back. With a wide smile. Because yes, I could already do it.

I could already form a real smile. 

[s-e-kwan]

SCRAMBLE BIRTH DAY Vol. 2 潮見ユヅル (Yuzuru Shiomi) review

Yuzuru’s volume also arrived this week along with the third volume of Oresama Residence -LOVE or FATE?-! Again, love the artwork and the use of pastel colours for SCRAMBLE BIRTH DAY. The seiyuu who voices Yuzuru sang the theme song, BIRTH (it’s a seriously good song!). Although I haven’t listened to the group drama CD before the individual CDs, I got a gist of the story where the four boys worked together to produce a music video with Yuzuru at the vocals. 

According to his character bio, Yuzuru is a talented singer in the Vocal Music Department at the Shibuya Institute of Arts. He is training to be an opera singer (when I showed my sister his character artwork, she said “he looks nothing like the opera type”), but what he really wants to do is to pursue a career as a bandsman. However, because both his parents are opera singers, they won’t allow this.

Anyhow, this is going to be REALLY long post so be prepared!

Track 1 (葛藤, Conflict): The first track starts off with Yuzuru returning home and being confronted by his father of his whereabouts. It was a really bitter start, because Yuzuru resents his father for not allowing him to pursue his dreams of becoming a bandsman. Apparently, Yuzuru was supposed to accompany his father to one of his rehearsals for a concert, but he missed it(?). When Yuzuru rebels against his father, he gets slapped across the cheek. This leads into a few more arguments until Yuzuru retreats to his room to vent out his anger and frustrations.

Track 2 (予期せぬ出会い, Unexpected Encounter): The second track starts off with Yuzuru at a live concert where his best friend from high school, Junya is performing. They discuss about Yuzuru’s usual arguments with his parents until Junya has to go back on stage. After seeing Junya off, Yuzuru witnesses the heroine accidentally bumping into a guy, causing him to spill his drink on his own clothes. The heroine tries to apologise, but the guy tells her that just saying “sorry” isn’t enough. He suddenly takes a liking to the heroine for her looks and he tells her that he will forgive her if she hooks up with him. This prompts Yuzuru to intervene by telling the guy off for demanding sexual favours as an apology, and he threatens to beat him up if he doesn’t leave the heroine alone. The guy immediately retreats and the heroine thanks Yuzuru for helping her. He then makes his leave, but not before warning the heroine to be careful in a place like this. After the concert, Yuzuru is with Junya and is surprised when the heroine shows up. He is even more surprised when he learns that the heroine is Junya’s younger sister. The heroine explains to Junya that she met Yuzuru when he saved her from a pervert earlier on. Yuzuru also learns from Junya that the heroine is going to be enrolling into the Shibuya Institute of Arts to study in the Vocal Music Department, because she wants to become a lyricist. Junya persistently asks Yuzuru to be his sister’s bodyguard, because he doesn’t want her to fall prey to guys who would lust after her. He explains that his sister has been attending a girl’s school for most of her life until now, and because of that, he was worried that the heroine might have difficulties adjusting to a mixed school environment. Yuzuru reluctantly agrees.

Track 3 (時間には限りがある, Time is Limited): The third track starts off with Yuzuru meeting Azuma-sensei in his office. When asked why he was called, Azuma-sensei explains that the students in the composition and songwriting departments are doing a class assignment to produce a song. He was hoping that Yuzuru would sing the song as the top student in the Vocal Music Department. Yuzuru is hesitant and he reveals his family situation to Azuma-sensei. He explains that he wants to play his guitar and sing more freely, just like he did last year when he created the music video with Mihiro, Eichi and Hayato (see group drama). I think Azuma-sensei asks Yuzuru if he is going to take action against his parents who clearly disagree with his passion, but Yuzuru tells him it’s impossible. Azuma-sensei then gives Yuzuru a pep talk. He advises Yuzuru to focus on building up his courage to fully convince his parents of his ambitions to become a bandsman, rather than worrying about his family tensions. Azuma-sensei explains that reality does not go as expected and that time is limited, so the only way Yuzuru can move forward is to have courage and to make the right choices. He also agrees to put the request on hold for now, but hopes for satisfactory results(?). During lunch break, Yuzuru runs into the heroine who has just transferred into the college. I don’t know what they talked about, but the heroine suddenly grabs Yuzuru and drags him off.

Track 4 (もう一度君に会いたい, I want to see you again): The fourth track starts off with Yuzuru taking the heroine to one of the music rooms. He proudly shows her his guitar which he stores in the music room, because his father doesn’t like it when he brings his guitar home. Yuzuru then reveals to the heroine that when he was in high school, he became friends with her brother who introduced him to music played by various bands. He was very impressed with the non-classical songs, because he felt free when singing them. When Yuzuru asks the heroine what inspired her to become a lyricist, she reveals that it was a song called “Try Again”. This shocks Yuzuru, and he confesses to being the one who wrote and sang that song while in high school. The heroine suddenly requests Yuzuru to play that song which he reluctantly does. After he finishes the song, the heroine applauds him, and Yuzuru thanks her for liking his song and is happy that she likes what he loves. This causes the heroine to turn red with embarrassment until the bell rings to end lunch. As they are about to part ways, Yuzuru suddenly asks the heroine if they could meet here again for lunch tomorrow. The heroine shyly agrees and as Yuzuru watches her run off, there is a monologue of his inner thoughts. Yuzuru quietly wonders why he wants to see the heroine again. When she told him that she liked both his singing voice and his songs, it felt as though a light had just flashed into his heart.

Track 5 (共に過ごす時間, Time to spend together): The fifth track takes place a month later since Yuzuru first spent time with the heroine. The pair have been meeting up in the music room everyday during lunch. Yuzuru has just finished composing a song on his guitar and I think that both he and the heroine discuss about lyrics(?). He suddenly asks the heroine if she is free after school today, because he wants to show her a record shop he frequents. They stop by the record shop after school and Yuzuru is happy with his purchase. He also invites the heroine to stop by somewhere to eat, and she asks if they could have pancakes. The heroine takes Yuzuru to a cafe that specialises in pancakes and there’s a cute scene with Yuzuru teasing the heroine about her gluttony. Later that evening, they head home. On the way to the station, Yuzuru tells the heroine that he had fun today. He suddenly says something which causes himself to become embarrassed and fumble with his words. It is then when Yuzuru realises that he has fallen in love with the heroine. When the heroine asks him if he is alright, Yuzuru ends up running away in embarrassment.

Track 6 (現実を変えたい, Want to change reality): The sixth track starts off with Yuzuru praising the heroine’s lyrics(?). The heroine tells Yuzuru that she wants to write a song about him for him to sing. Yuzuru then tells the heroine about his conversation with Azuma-sensei about his lack of courage. He thinks that after spending time with her, he feels as though he’s become a stronger person. He then reveals to the heroine that both his parents are opera singers and they expect him, as their son to follow in their footsteps. However, he doesn’t want to become an opera singer, and this has led to arguments with his parents who are opposed to his ambitions to become a bandsman. Later that day, Yuzuru returns home to find his father sorting through his possessions without his consent. This enrages Yuzuru and his father tells him that he’s only getting rid of the “uneccessary items” that will hinder his training as an opera singer. Hurt and dejected, Yuzuru asks his father why can’t he pursue what he loves and why does he keep denying him. Hearing this, his father surprisingly softens and just as he tries to speak, Yuzuru ends up dashing out of the house and into the rain. A while later, Yuzuru receives a phone call from the heroine. He tells her that he’s been wandering outside and vaguely explains his situation before hanging up on her.

Track 7 (大事にするから, I’ll take care of it): The seventh track starts off with Yuzuru sheltering somewhere from the rain and listening to the song ‘BIRTH’, which he sang for the music video last year. He quietly comments on how happy he was when singing that song until the door opens and the heroine enters. Yuzuru is surprised to see the heroine and he notices that she is soaking wet. He reluctantly reveals to her what happened with his father and the heroine suddenly hugs him. The heroine tells him that his song saved her, because it helped her realise what she wanted to do, causing Yuzuru to wonder if he is capable of changing. He suddenly notices that he is crying, leading to a heart-to-heart conversation between Yuzuru and the heroine (cause I had no clue what they were saying), and the heroine tells Yuzuru to not give up fighting for what he wants to do. Hearing this, Yuzuru regains his confidence and decides to confront his parents again until he notices that the heroine has just come down with a fever due to being soaked from the rain. He quickly escorts the heroine back to her home and because no one is around, he takes care of her. The heroine suddenly confesses to Yuzuru that she has fallen in love with him, which of course, makes Yuzuru embarrassed and causing him to fumble with his own confession. He eventually manages to confess to the heroine that he too is in love with her and they share their first kiss. Yuzuru then tells the heroine to recover from her cold so he can show her how much he loves her(?).

Track 8 (勇気を出して踏み出したら, If you step up with courage): The eighth track starts off with Yuzuru visiting Azuma-sensei in his office. Azuma-sensei tells Yuzuru that it’s unusual for him to visit him and Yuzuru explains that he has good news. He tells Azuma-sensei that he will accept the request to sing the song written by the students in the composition and songwriting departments. He also tells Azuma-sensei that he managed to have a serious conversation with his parents and they finally allowed him to pursue his dreams to become a bandsman, on the condition that he remains the top of his department until graduation. Yuzuru then agrees to do his best with the song and before he leaves, he gives Azuma-sensei a CD containing a song he wrote and sang which he claims is even better than ‘BIRTH’.

Track 9 (その後のふたり, After That): The final track starts off with Yuzuru spending time with the heroine at her house(?). They discuss about their relationship with Yuzuru promising the heroine that he will always be by her side and that he’ll make her happy.