#khh one shot

[eureka-its-zico]

Kiss Me and My Bones Turn to Ash

Synopsis: You get introduced to Mito in the worst way possible.

A/N: I love AU’s like this. This was a long time coming, but finely, this WIP is seeing the light of day after some long months. I tried to make it 5k words or less, but apparently, 7.3k is the smallest I can do. I hope DPR fans (and even nonfans) enjoy this little one-shot of mine. As always, much love, Jenn 

Pairing: DPR IAN x Reader

Genre: Demon!Mito, Demon AU, 

Word count: 7368

Warnings: dark themes, sacrificial themes, light BDSM, smut, blood, light gore mentioned, there is some dirty shit in here y’all. Mentions of drug-use

Your throat was raw and your skin ached. 

Raw from screaming and attempting to struggle out of the many hands that gripped your arms and legs. Your one last shot at freedom echoing between cypress trees and an endless midnight sky. Multiple hands stripped away every last shred of dignity from your body until there was nothing left but tears that flowed freely down makeup smeared cheeks down to naked skin. 

You were defenseless as these intrusive hands came by the dozens - yanking and pulling you down dirt paths deeper inside the forest. 

It didn’t matter how your voice rose in a crescendo of despair; the fear worming its way deeper inside your gut. The small hope you’d held onto that someone - anyone - would save you died the minute your bloodied back met cool stone. 

You continued to give them a fight as they spread you like a star across the midnight stone of their altar. You wouldn’t make it easy for them. While they treated you like something disposable, you knew your life meant something to you with all the moments you’d never see flashing wildly behind frantic eyes. 

It wasn’t until the ropes cut painfully deep into the skin of your ankles and wrists that you felt the last grain of hope die in your chest. The prayers to whoever was listening, cracking one last time and washing out to silence as a wolf howled somewhere off in the distance. 

No one was listening to the sounds of your prayers - or so you thought. It wasn’t until later you’d learned he’d been walking beside you, as they dragged you through dirt and rocks that cut into your skin. He watched and listened as you thrashed and cursed them with your own hatred bubbling molten hot beneath muscles and bone.

He watched and waited for the perfect time to peel free from the shadows and find his new home inside you. 

Cloaked men came together to form a tight circle around the altar. Their arms raised up along with their voices in a deep chant that you swore made even the branches on the trees tremble. Was it Latin? Aramaic? The only ones who knew were the voices of the men and whatever god they were praying to. 

You were trying to catch a glimpse around the edge of the hood of someone’s clock - was that Devin from microbiology? - when a knife started to carve shallow lines across your stomach. 

A fresh wave of screams rose from your throat. The sound was lost inside the ominous chanting of men with hidden faces and the night. You knew your thrashing was pointless. You weren’t miraculously going to develop superhuman powers and Hulk your way free from your restraints. 

So, with each descending cut down your abdomen you snarled, “Fuck you!” In their direction. Your fear was bleeding away into something carnal - something worthy of savagery. No longer did you want them to see you weeping for a God to save you. If you were dying, it would be with defiance in your eyes and skin in your teeth. 

Another seething retort was flaring to life on your tongue when you noticed him, and that was when your world completely shifted. 

You had to be hallucinating him. A sadistic trick of your own mind to find comfort in…what? He didn’t seem real. He couldn’t be. But there he was. Over the shoulders of these hooded men, at the backdrop of the forest, he paced around them. His eyes pitiless and empty except for what looked like a blue spark of flame. His thumb traced the bottom of a pouty lower lip with the top of his Cupid bow curling into something sinister. You were watching him - you’d seen him and for some reason it brought him joy. He seemed amused, whoever he was, and that amusement sent that blue spark into a flame that lit up the entire iris of his eyes. 

He was handsome. The kind of handsome Roman sculptors looked for as a muse when carving into marble. You were willing to bet that there were dozens of odes and poems written just about him. Dark long hair framed his features and somehow made the pout of his lips more exaggerated. The edges touched the collar of his black trench coat that framed wide shoulders. Shoulders that spoke volumes of muscles that rippled with power and seduction: that left thousands begging for forgiveness for following any that wasn’t him. His jawline was razor sharp and the bones of his cheeks raised high. A part of you wanted to call him Apollo, but deep down you knew if he was a God he could only have one name. 

Hades. 

The chanting came to an end and with it the carving. You didn’t want to turn away from him - your lord of the underworld - but your curiosity took hold. You wanted to see what these bastards had done. 

You didn’t yell or scream when you saw the drizzles of blood that ran like heavy syrup down your sides. The crudely cut shape of a pentagram carved into the soft flesh of your abdomen. 

He could’ve done better. 

It felt fucked up to think that way but you were all out of tears and if you were going to die you at least wanted it to look better than resembling a carved-up Christmas ham. The enter situation began fucked up from the minute you woke up inside a cell and only worsened with each passing hour. If only you hadn’t accepted that stupid invitation maybe then you’d be home in your room eating discounted Oreos and on to your next Netflix binge. 

The regret built thick and thicker on your tongue until it made it impossible to swallow past the growing rage. Or maybe your throat was just raw from all the unanswered pleading you’d done - you were done crying. If you were going to die you refused to let it happen with fresh tears in your eyes. 

You took in a heavy breath and let yourself grow rigid -  hard and hollow - ready to curse them and show them your defiance. It didn’t matter if it was a pitiful last attempt at acting like you had any semblance of control. You weren’t going down begging. 

“Fuck-“

You. That’s how it should’ve finished. 

Instead, one of the hooded assholes - Jisoon from economics, it looked like - let out a gasp. If you were under better circumstances, you would’ve made fun of him. 

“It’s you! Oh, my lord!”

His body collapsed down to his knees. His arms out in front of him in what he must have thought resembled reverence. In actuality, he looked more like he was afraid. 

Groups of hooded heads turned to see what made their brother fall to his knees. Your own head included. You weren’t entirely sure why you needed to look. You knew he was there. 

You’d felt him long before your eyes ever gazed upon him.

He manifested from darkness. The shadows cast down by the moonlight from trees, bushes, and rock slithered to create his form and once he was made he stepped out into the clearing. The second the group of eyes fell on his darkened figure they followed down on their knees. Their faces buried in the dirt where their praises fell from their lips to the soil. 

“What are you praising? The dirt? Fuckin’ idiots,” you snarled. 

If you’re going to worship something - someone - you look it in the eyes. Let them feel your devotion like a plague. 

One of them looked at you then. His hatred was evident on his face. If he could, you were sure he would’ve spit on you. If you could, you would’ve strangled him with the rope he left you to die in. 

“Dark lord - foul one - we bring you the offering that you have desired.” 

Besides the long dark coat he wore underneath was a graphic shirt that reminded you of a Rorschach painting. Black designs flooded the white material until it took on different shapes. It was tucked inside black denim that hugged his thighs and dove inside black combat boots. 

If he really was a demon he was not only the most ridiculously good-looking one out there, but self-consciously stylish. 

Your head dropped back against the stone. Your wrists and ankles are still tightly spread and trapped by the ropes that hold you bound in place. You want to keep looking at him. The desire to look at him was overwhelming, but your body was too weak to fight the exhaustion of holding yourself up. 

He walked calmly into the circle they created with you at the center. His eyes took you in and you swore you could feel the trail they took along your body. You felt a need so violent suddenly flash under your skin your wrists jerked against the rope. A whimper of urgency to plead with him to touch you almost escaped your lips, but you caught it and swallowed it back down. 

A sexy smirk played across his lips. As if the son of a bitch knew what he almost made you do in a sacrificial circle with you as the main star. 

Fresh anger brewed in your stomach and you were ready to spit it out at his feet when you blinked and he was just there. His hand clasped tight to your cheeks in warning as his obsidian eyes of flame met yours. 

“I wouldn’t do that, little lamb.” 

You would have told him to shove it if he wasn’t holding on to your face so painfully tight.  

“Is this all you brought me?”

Well, that was fucking rude. 

“Lord Mito- “

One of the hooded assholes from earlier began to rise from his knees. This guy makes himself the preverbal leader of this merry band of idiots. He was on his way up from a one-knee position when Mito stopped him. His only other free hand halted him in place. 

At first, you thought it was nothing more than a gesture. He was staying still because his master instructed him to do so. It didn’t hit you that it could’ve been something else until you noticed his pale complexion begin to darken to crimson. The other hooded assholes now looking around in uncertainty and - something you truly enjoyed - fear. 

“You come to me - like your parents - to make deals for your Ivy League tuitions with riches and recognition and you come bearing fruit from only one tree. You ungrateful roaches.” 

With each word he spoke the boys began to writhe on the ground. Their identities exposed to you the way they’d exposed you to their treachery - naked and alone - to a demon for slaughter just so they wouldn’t need to try hard at life. Some of them you’d thought were your friends. 

“We have more! We can get you more!”

“There are tons of these drunk bitches back at the house.”

More drugged women they meant. More women like you who were dumb enough to take their betrayal as friendship. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted revenge. It stoked the dying fire of rage that was left in your gut and made it new. 

For a moment, you blinked, and your entire world evaporated into darkness. A part of you screamed as you tore your face free from his hands to stay put - to be a good girl. 

What had being a good girl ever got you but sacrificing yourself until you end up on some fucked up altar in the woods. 

You were surprised when Mito didn’t turn his grip tighter to hold you in place. He didn’t try to keep you in place and was willing to let you go. Your defiant eyes staring up into his that flashed with mirth. 

“I have a better offer for you.”

Your voice was hoarse. Hours of begging for your life will do that to you. Now it felt like its own premonition. Maybe to begin again all of what held you back needed to be stripped away in fire and blood to show you what you were capable of becoming. 

“Shut up, you whore.”

It was Carl - sweet coffee shop Carl - who lashed out at you then. His words full of a frantic need to keep you quiet. Mito’s head tilted in his direction giving Carl only a sideways glance before a hand moved into view. His middle and ring finger making a swift motion up sending Carl up into the air. 

When Mito spoke the rich baritone of his voice grew darker. The night itself shifted back as if whatever words he hummed in Latin were more terrifying than what resided inside it. You watched as Carl tried to scream as his body contorted in an ungodly way. Blood pulled from the corners of his mouth and eyes with unspoken words gargling out his agony. 

“I don’t expect any further interruptions, children” Mito snarled with Carl dropping in a twisted - and very dead - heap on the forest floor. “I smell a deal coming. Please, little lamb, continue.”

Your tongue flicked across your cracked lips. Your hesitancy dying off as soon as you watched his hungry eyes follow their movement. 

“I offer you them.”

A crescendo of yelling rose as a wave around you. The men who sought to end your life with brutality did not seem to enjoy losing their lives the same way. How funny.

Mito made a swift turning motion with his hand and pulled it close to his chest. In the span of the same heartbeat it took to do it all the screaming stopped. He’d stripped them of their voice. 

“If I wanted them I would have them.”

You shook your head hard once to deflect his claim. 

“That’s not true. If that was the case, they would already be dead. Especially Carl. You’re stuck in some weird servitude thing. I bet you can’t even leave this area.” An unnatural cold wind rushed over your skin. It involuntarily caused your hands to grab at your bindings as a shiver ran across your body igniting it in goosebumps. “I can offer you all of them. All twelve of them along with my servitude and the release to feed freely as you wish until I’m dead.”

Everything appeared to grow still as his eyes searched your face. Was that excitement in his eyes? You couldn’t tell at first but realized the growing flames that seemed to leap up endlessly past his iris wasn’t because of anger. It was the thought of new prospects. A freedom to feed in a way he’d been denied after however long he’d been summoned.

Mito began to slowly lean down towards your face and you struggled not to turn away. The fire in his eyes created the illusion that you were falling further into hell and, maybe you were. Strangely enough - for him - you were willing to burn. 

“You’ve got a deal, little lamb,” he breathed across your lips just before he crushed his mouth against yours. 

You shouldn’t have thought of it as a kiss. It was visceral - every part of you fought against your ropes, digging the thread deeper into your flesh just to feel his pouty lips envelope over yours. The tip of his tongue moved across your lower lip, asking for entrance, and you gladly gave it. 

You opened to him without hesitation and Mito deepened the kiss. He used his tongue to open you up further; cracking your lips and smearing it against his own. At the first hint of copper on your tongue Mito let out a moan that made you strain against your bindings. The sound was pure sin. It was the promise of pleasure and pain - of being torn apart and made anew. 

When he tore his mouth away from you in a snarl, you almost screamed out in frustration, but the twelve hooded assholes who you’d offered up did it for you. 

You couldn’t see all that well what was happening in the clearing around you. The sounds of screaming resonated back inside the night sky once more, but this time it no longer was yours.  You listened as some ended abruptly while others gurgled around throats full of blood just before their end. The sound of flesh and thicker things landing with a plop on the dirt made your stomach flip. Splashes of blood rained down on you and you squeezed your eyes shut tight. 

It felt like an eternity before the screaming stopped abruptly after the sound of a boot crunching the bones of someone’s neck. You could hear the wind move across the leaves and scatter them over objects - maybe bodies, maybe rocks - and branches. It became so eerily quiet that you wondered if the whole thing had been a dark part of your imagination. 

Maybe you’d open your eyes and find yourself back inside the party. Your friend handing you a warm beer as you danced to a remix of some song that you didn’t know half the words too. It was a good thought - a great one, actually - but one you knew wasn’t going to be true. 

When you opened your eyes a hurricane of emotion billowed up in your chest and threatened to release from your lips. Mito was floating above you, his eyes completely consumed with the flames that earlier had only shown like dying embers. Now, the fires were completely stoked by the souls of the corpses littered around you. 

A devilish smile showcasing perfectly white teeth raised his lips as he watched you swallow down your fear. You could’ve sworn they all looked very sharp and pointy, but just like his eyes you watched as they all but disappeared. The only thing left to show for what had happened was a naked torso covered in tattoos and streaked with blood. 

“Are you afraid?”

You licked your lips as you tried to think of how to answer and watched as hungry eyes followed the movement once more. 

“It depends on what you mean by afraid,” you answered him softly. “Am I afraid of being in your debt? No. Am I afraid of you? Yes.”

His finger dragged along your cheek and followed the curve of your face. You thought he would stop there and gasped as he traced it further down to your throat, over your chest, and to the curve of your breast. 

“You’re smart to be afraid of me,” he replied huskily. His body was no longer floating above you but was now being held up by his own weight. “But I promise to take good care of you, little lamb as long as you promise to do the same for me in return.” 

His head dipped to the curve of your neck to press a soft kiss just below your ear. The intimacy of the gesture wasn’t something you’d prepared for. You’d expected him to be brutal; to take without remorse. Instead, Mito pressed his lips softly against your skin as if to tell it a secret. 

It didn’t seem possible, but as his lips glided down your throat and to the hollow of your collarbone an ache began to grow hot and molten in your blood. He placed one last kiss between your breasts before his tongue dragged a hot line down close to the carved flesh of your stomach. 

You were aware of his hand as it crept up your thigh. Mito made sure he took his time with every inch his fingers took - tracing over the dips in your hip and over the mound of your pussy. Constantly he teased you - getting close and pulling away - and never let you have an inch of relief. 

A whimper was rising in your chest. Your hands no longer docile as they struggled to loosen the hold of the ropes at your wrists just so you could lace your fingers roughly in his hair. Mito’s tongue ran over the top point of the pentagram causing a hiss of surprised pain to rush past your lips. You wanted to move away from his wandering tongue as it continued to explore the open wound, but a strong hand held you in place. 

Mito worked his mouth over the botched grooves of your stomach - cleaning up the last remnants of your fucked up night. A growl was growing louder deep within his chest, humming against your skin, just before he shoved his tongue brutally into the open wound. 

The pain tore the air from your lungs. The scream you would’ve unleashed was stolen by silence and two thick fingers pushing themselves past your folds until they were knuckle deep inside you. 

You wish you could say that your body fought him - your thighs had clenched shut around his arm or your hips made it impossible for him to enter you. That he didn’t find your pussy dripping and eager for him. None of that would be true, however. 

Your body accepted him like a zealot to a newfound religion, and his fingers pushing past your folds to fuck you had your hips rising up to meet him with devotion. 

“Please,” you hummed. 

You didn’t care that you were begging. You were ready to shout for him to go further - deeper - when he inserted a third finger. The feeling of your pussy stretching followed by the overwhelming sense of fullness caused you to buck against the rock. The movement forced your stomach up into his hungry mouth causing his tongue to go deeper into the cut. 

The stinging sensation should’ve been enough to bring you back to your senses - a warning that this was fucked; you shouldn’t be enjoying this - but Mito made your body crave his pleasure through brutality. 

His wrist began to pump his fingers in deep, curling and stretching you until you came impossibly undone. Every time he pulled back - his fingers entering you anew - he went impossibly deeper. His fingers curl enough to hold the breath in your lungs and tear it free when his thumb curved up and pressed down on your clit. 

A wet squelching noise began to rise up around you. It was lewd - complete filth that mixed itself together with the sloppy sounds of his mouth hungrily cleaning up the dried blood surrounding the pentagram. Your cheeks would usually burn red hot with embarrassment at the sounds being made, but when Mito’s thumb began to apply pressure as his thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, fingers still fucking you, you couldn’t find a reason to care. 

With a thick pop, Mito removed his mouth from your wound. Fresh blood - your blood - outlined his puffy lips. He made no move to go back to your chest or do anything. His fire filled eyes did not stop from watching as you writhed beneath him. 

“Tell me: I want you to tell me to whom you belong.” 

His voice was sin. It was sex - something ancient and primal that blossomed inside you like blood on a white shirt. It made your body needy as his thumb stroked in time with his fingers as they pushed inside your cunt. 

“You - fucc it’s you.” 

“You’ll do what I ask of you. No questions asked.”

His curled fingers touched something deep inside you. Something that clawed a mewling sound out from between your lips and made your body struggle anew against your restraints. You knew Mito wanted an answer. The irritation was creasing that pretty brow of his and making his hairline drop to greet them. 

The same irritation stoked the flame in his eyes from cobalt blue to crimson. Mito thrusted his fingers one last time into you before he removed them. If he was trying to punish you he was too late. 

That last thrust - with the hard rub of his thumb against your clit - sent you barreling over the edge. Your orgasm hit you violently and fast and you found yourself wetting the front of his chest. 

“Dirty girl,” he huffed. “You got me all wet.” 

He moved along your body until you were eye level. Your body was still trembling underneath him when his fingers laced themselves at the base of your scalp and pulled. A yelp leapt out of you as Mito’s free hand took hold of your jaw and held your mouth open. 

You watched as he accumulated salvia at the edge of his lips. Your brain barely registered what he was doing until he spit it inside your open - waiting - mouth and forced it closed. 

“Swallow.”

The demand was fire. A promise of punishment if you disobeyed. You wish you could’ve said it was disgusting. The taste of blood - your blood - and brimstone staining the inside of your mouth and coating your throat pissed you off. That you fought against him and told him to fuck off. In all actuality, it only made your cunt clench down on nothing. 

Once you swallowed it you opened your mouth and flicked your tongue out just to show him you’d been good. Done as he asked. The gesture alone sent a devilish smirk to curl across those pretty lips. 

“Good girl. Now let me hear you say it.”

Oh. Right. “I’ll do what you ask of me, Mito. No questions.”

“I expect you to hold up your end of our deal tonight, little lamb.” 

“I always keep my promises.”

You were trying to sound cheeky. Instead, it simply came out breathless. Mito was still staring down at you like you held the world he wanted to destroy and fuck if it wasn’t making it hard to think past the growing heat between your legs.

Slowly, Mito lowered himself closer to you and only stopped when his lips hovered a mere inch above yours. 

“That remains to be seen.”

The baritone of his voice whispering against your lips sent your body into hyperdrive. You were ready to beg him to fuck you when he dropped the last inch and placed a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth. 

The sheer softness of it startled you. Your eyes went wide as he pulled himself off of you and finally your makeshift altar. He was moving around you carefree. His movements slow and careful as he picks up his shirt and jacket out of the viscera and carnage he’d strewn across the fall leaves. 

“I’ll be seeing you soon, little lamb.” 

This asshole! Now your eyes were wide for another reason. You reached your arms up as high as you could raise them before giving the ropes at your wrist a shake. 

“Ugh, hello? Are you just going to leave me like this in the woods?”

Mito stopped at the edge of the clearing and regarded where you were like you were complaining about being in a five-star hotel. His shrug only set a fire to blaze in your blood. 

“It did cross my mind.”

“That’s gonna be a huge no for me.”

“You mean, you don’t like being tied naked to a rock in the middle of the woods?” He teased, with an eyebrow cocked. 

“Tempting, but no. Not in the slightest.” 

“Very well,” he shrugged. “See you soon, little lamb.”

Mito disappeared back inside the darkness he was born from, and you were ready to scream. To threaten to take your deal back when you threw up a middle finger at his exit and realized the rope was gone. 

Thank god - whoever - for spooky favors. 

You weren’t a smoker - still weren’t - but if offered you took one. From curious bartenders, frat parties with social smokers, and the ever-present sleazy drunks who assumed you must be a whore pressed so close to the shadows of the brick buildings Mito liked to frequent. 

The only whore you were was his. 

Of course, you were sure the only reason you let the toxic trash touch your lips was the same reason you drank in excess when he was gone. You weren’t entirely sure when you first noticed it. The emptiness you felt at small pleasures you used to enjoy became a distant memory. 

When was the last time you truly enjoyed a milkshake? A damn good Lumberjack-style breakfast or a warm cup of coffee? These days it seems you need multiple milkshakes to really taste the sweetness of the cream or the artificial flavoring of candy. You need dozens of pancakes and a mountain of syrup to even begin to feel full. 

No. When Mito was gone there was no fulfillment in anything. You were a bottomless pit of wants and craving and the only thing that could ease the burden of that unfashionable emptiness was him. 

At first, you didn’t want to believe such a thing could happen, but the more he stayed away the more you felt the black hole of longing begin to brew inside your gut. You wondered if anyone else could see it; the desperate way you tried to fill it. No matter what you tried nothing could ease the ache of nothingness until he reappeared. Your knight in his all-consuming darkness. 

When he would simply appear from the shadows or come up quietly from behind you while you sat on a bar stool, his hands covering your eyes and a devious, “Guess who?” cascading down your senses, you felt whole again. Complete. A fucked up missing puzzle piece finally fitting back in its rightful place. 

Maybe this is what it meant to be soulless. A hollowed-out version of who you were that only knew relief by the hands of the devil. 

You spent weeks since that night at the party - from your little adventure in the forest - before you saw Mito again. When he finally re-emerged for the first time that night with his hands hovering over your eyes you didn’t need to hear the husk of his tone to know it was him. 

Your skin had become feverish with a desire so deep it felt like you’d taken a sledgehammer to the gut at just the heat of him pressed against your back. All the life you’d felt slipped out of you day by day, everything you loved and that made you-you suddenly was coming back with blaring clarity. 

The second Mito’s warmth retreated from your back, your legs were swinging the bar stool around to follow him. He was moving to sit in the empty stool next to you. His feet barely touched down on the grimy linoleum floor before you were on him. 

You secured your arms around his shoulders and, to his apparent surprise, used the momentum of your body rocking into his to pull him towards you. You weren’t giving him a second to speak or deny you any longer. With a hand secured at the nap of his neck, and the other twinning inside the soft silk of his shirt, you crashed his pouty lips down on yours. Your tongue darting to trace a request for him to open up to you. 

Mito didn’t make you wait long. 

As suddenly as you’d taken hold of him Mito took hold of you - trapped you - in his arms. His kiss devoured you; ate and tasted up every whimpering plea his tongue stroking over yours coaxed from your chest. 

You felt alive. You felt whole again. 

Every sinew - every nerve of your body crackled with electricity, and as Mito’s hands glided up the back of your thighs you swore you could’ve become a storm. 

The both of you had stumbled into the bars’ back bathroom. The door held together by makeshift locks letting you know the entire place heard every moan he’d torn from you as he fucked you. When his cock bottomed out - so incredibly deep - between your folds and left you coming all over the edge of the bathroom sink, you knew that the whole entire bar heard.

Later that night, Mito made two deals with two grimy-looking fucks. They weren’t into specifics of the deals they tried to make, and that was the thing about demons. Specifics. They were wordy bastards - great at mind games and twisting phrases and promises around until it sounded like a sweet deal, but the fine print was always missed. Needless to say, the two men had made their own separate deals that night. Neither one of them made it to see the sunrise. 

After that night, Mito allowed you to travel with him. When you made yourself useful and found him unsuspecting souls full of grief and gluttony and, Mito’s personal favorite, rage. He particularly enjoyed the souls that looked sweet on the outside; soft and sincere sounding with their crosses around their necks. Underneath all of that tried-hard smile was something sinister; something Mito claimed to be the sweetest flavor of sin. 

You weren’t sure how all of his deals were struck. You were positive the women, and some of the men, probably asked for the deal to be sealed with a kiss. Sex. Not all of them prefer a handshake and words of good faith. One guy, in particular, wanted the deal to be sealed with a little flame, making Mito do a weird magic trick of using his finger like a candle. 

Yeah, that was a weird one. 

None of them made it past a week. Some - if they were lucky - got a few months. 

That’s how you ended up backstage in a band’s dressing room. You’d met the lead singer at a club they’d been performing at. He’d sauntered up to the bar pressing the crotch of his jeans against your ass and tried to play it off like he was just leaning against the bar - waiting for a drink just like you.  

The dislike for him was instant. 

You allowed yourself to listen to him ramble. His pickup lines were incredibly atrocious. He thought being in a band made him instantly fuckable. 

The only way you saw out of your predicament was to play into it and invite him to meet Mito. There were four other members in their group - four other people to come along for the ride. It didn’t take long for you to excuse yourself to their dressing room so Mito could do his whole song and dance. 

Show them he’s a demon and did his best not to freak them out. He was out there buttering them up. Five fresh souls for the taking. 

Whenever he made a fresh deal Mito liked to fuck. You weren’t sure if it was the excitement of a fresh soul, or a fresh kill when a particularly delicious sinner sat down at his table was too good to pass up (here is where the word games came into play). Whatever it was, he came back to you in such a euphoric high the tattoos that painted his skin writhed like a living thing.  

You weren’t complaining, not really. Your only complaint - if you had one - would be on those days when he’d made multiple transactions in a day. You cared very much when your overstimulated body threatened to rip in half as his cock pushed back inside your bruised walls; fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your hips. His teeth leaving impressions in the mounds of your breasts.

There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to come back in one of those highs. He’d warned you to stay put and that taking one foot outside the room meant punishment. 

Mito wanted you close and easy to find. You, however, were growing impatient. 

You hated how easy it became for him to read you, especially during sex.

There were times you enjoyed playing hard to please and Mito? Well, he enjoyed playing into it just to tear you apart and turn you into a crumbling mess beneath him. It was his way of reminding you that he owned you - mind, body, and soul - and while you continued to play your little games, it was only because he allowed the facade of freedom to dance like little sugar plums around in your head.

But there were moments he stripped those sugar plums from your head. 

The first night he’d marked you had been in the dressing room of someone famous. It’d make you nervous to be around them not because of who they were - you would have cared less about their money and a false sense of infamy. No, it made your skin crawl to watch these people negotiate deals with Mito as if they were making a setlist. They were too stupid to realize they needed to read the fine print; to know that fine print was open to change whenever Mito saw fit. 

You tried to wait like he’d asked, just like now, but the place made your skin crawl. You’d grabbed your bag and had just made it to the door, your hand on the knob twisting and swinging it open when - like Houdini - Mito was just there. 

An itching sensation began to grow between your shoulder blades. One where you couldn’t tell if it was a warning, you just being antsy to flee, or an actual damn itch. Whatever it was, maybe you should’ve listened to the first part, but just the memory of being left alone - again - inside another dressing room left your brain pleading with you to flee. 

Mito be damned. 

You slid off of the couch and your chunky boots made a resonating thud inside the empty room. 

Yup. Time to go. 

The second your hand wrapped around the doorknob and pulled the door towards you flashbacks of that night replayed through your head at warp speed. 

He didn’t seem surprised at your attempted departure. Instead, with an arm draped against the doorframe, Mito seemed like he was actually waiting for you to open it. A flurry of thought erupted in your head on how you could explain what you were doing - what he was seeing. You could easily tell him you’d sensed his presence at the door and were just trying to make it easier for him to enter. You knew, however, when reflecting obsidian eyes glanced down at your bag clutched tightly in your hands the jig was up. 

“And where, little lamb, do you think you were going?” 

“Mito I wasn’t-“ 

“And don’t lie to me,” he continued. His words over saturating yours as if he wasn’t finished talking to begin with. 

His body immediately encompassed what small space was left between you, him, and your attempted exit. His pitiless eyes were still staring down at you - waiting for a response - while he closed and secured the door behind him. 

You already knew the minute you saw him at the door you weren’t going anywhere. Now that he’d locked you in, sent your pulse racing with excitement or fear you weren’t too sure which was which. Lately, the two seemed to blend together. 

He was pushing you back farther into the room; your feet backpedaling into a moment of peace before you knew what would happen. 

“I was tired of waiting for you to get back. I was going out for a smoke.”

“I told you to wait here,” he growled. 

“And I wanted a smoke.”

You wanted to sound unmoved by the fluorescent gleam of rage billowing up in his eyes. At any minute his left could wash over to the bleak white that promised he was minutes from breaking. The facade of playing a mere mortal man bleeding away until all that stood before you was Death. 

You were so hyper-focused on him that you weren’t aware he’d backed you against the built-in makeup counter until your lower back came into painful contact with its edge. Just as a sharp gasp huffed from your lips Mito’s hand struck out - fluid and snake-like - to wrap around your throat. Constricting just enough to remind you it was there. 

“Little lamb, I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen.”

He did. He’d told you many times. Mito even embellished his warnings like a tiny little nightmare meant to keep children from adventuring out into the woods. 

Don’t go out there children. That’s where the wolf resides and he’ll tear you to bits. 

You always were a whore for things with sharp teeth. 

“You did, but I can’t help it,” your words gasped around his tightening grip. “You know I love to see if you’re a demon of his word.”

You watched intently as his eyes scanned your face. The Smokey trundles of white that began to billow up inside his left eye as his nostrils flared. A part of you felt victorious. A matching smirk was seconds away from sliding the corner of your lips upward until it was cut short. 

Mito released his hold from your neck, his body moving back just enough to allow space for him to turn you around to face the mirror. His hips closed the few inches he’d given while he kicked your feet apart. 

“You love being punished so much, don’t you, little lamb. Always testing your limits and one of these days you’re going to push too far.” As he spoke, his words curled at the base of your spine brimming with a threat that sent your heart thundering in your chest. “You’re so gluttonous for my punishment, let's see how you handle this.” 

The reflection in the mirror showcased your uncertainty. Your brow creases with the weight of unspoken questions as to what Mito could possibly mean. For a split second, ice-cold fear encapsulated your mind that maybe this was it. Maybe your deal was done and he was finished with you. 

That thought was ripped from your mind as Mito pushed your skirt up to your hips and a sharp smack of his hand against your ass brought you back to the present. Looking in the mirror, you could see his right eye was brimming with fire while the other had been completely consumed with white. 

He pressed up against you to keep you trapped between his body and the counter. Mito’s eyes watching as you watched him begin to remove his jacket and then the colorful shirt that had lived underneath it. 

No matter how many times you’d seen him naked, Mito never ceased to catch the air in your lungs. Your body forgot to register to breathe as you drank in the caramel tone of his skin and the museum of art that now slithered against his flesh. His muscles bunched and flexed as he tossed his clothes aside, and already you could feel the fabric of your underwear become soaked. 

He dragged a hand from the base of your spine and slowly moved it up until his hand laced in your hand. His fingers twinning in its strands and pulling back hard enough to tear a scream from you. 

With his free hand, he spanked you hard on the same cheek. The sting dulled out the momentary pain you’d felt.

“Tell me. Let me hear you say what you want.” 

“I want you.”

Another hard smack against your ass left your hands scrambling for something to hold you up; anything at all.  The only thing you logically seemed to find was the mirror itself. 

“You know that’s not what I meant, little lamb. I know you want me. You’re soaking my clothes.”

Licking your lips, you caught his gaze in the mirror and held it. Your chest heaving as you struggled to get out the words you knew would ruin you. 

“I want you-I want you to fuck me, Mito. My lord. My master.”

You threw in the last for fun. You knew he loved it when you used pet names for him. One that reminded you both of who - what - he truly was. 

“As my slave commands.”

You weren’t about to correct him, because you were. You knew without him you were nothing and when he dropped to his knees in front of your cunt with his tongue pushing between your folds, you knew Mito worshiped you too. 

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Comments and reblogs are always welcome. Thank you for reading! XoXo

[yawn-junn]

✮Boyfriend texts with Ash Island✮

✮TW: cursing :

✮Taglist: @cherriruto

[p1hypen]

songs that remind him of you — P1HARMONY

what song do the boys associate you with? ft. ot6 p1harmony x gn!reader

keeho

more than enough by alina baraz

alina’s discography is perfect for setting the mood in the bedroom or to simply chill and relax to when it’s a ‘slow jams’ type of day. the lyrics to more than enough speak to both you and keeho, hence why he feels that this song is so fitting for the two of you. something about the lyrics are seductive yet reassuring in a way that keeho can’t quite explain it himself. (i bet he’d add this to your guys makeout playlist).

theo

irene by jimmy brown

i feel like theo is such a sucker for ballads or just soft, indie tracks in general. it especially helps when jimmy brown is a perfect example of an artist who can do just that. theo probably stumbled upon this song due to spotify’s recommendations based on the music he listens to and decided to give it a shot. he immediately fell in love with the song— the melody, the lyrics, the instruments, everything about it reminded him of only one person that was always on his mind 24/7 365. you. to theo, you’re his irene.

jiung

i like you (a happier song) by post malone ft. doja cat

as a posty fan, there’s no way jiung could refuse himself from dedicating this song to you. the track has a slight pop influence and r&b style to it which makes it hard not to find it catchy. it’s a feel-good vibe that jiung enjoys when he listens to music. the lyrics tell of a possible love relationship between man and woman, and if jiung weren’t already dating you he would most definitely send you a link to this song over text with the intent of indirectly confessing his feelings for you. (i just know he’d try something like that).

intak

sundress by a$ap rocky

a psychedelic rock and pop rap piece by asap rocky. this song screams “intak would love this.” it just seems like something he’d be in to. the track itself is sampled by tame impala but i think that with rocky’s contributed twist to impala’s earlier production in 2010 is what makes it appealing for intak to enjoy. there’s no specific lovey-dovey explanation as to why intak would choose this song if he were asked what reminds him of you. to him, his best interest is picking out things that he and you can vibe to together.

soul

come through and chill by miguel ft. j cole and salaam remi

from what i’ve gathered, soul is another r&b admirer when it comes to his taste and preferences in music. come through and chill would undoubtedly pique soul’s interest; it’s unique and unlike most songs he’s used to listening to in his free time. soul would usually play this whenever he’s hanging out with you. there’s just something about the simplicity of soaking in each other’s presence while doing nothing without a care in the world.

jongseob

inside by junny

if jongseob is a penomeco stan, then he’d absolutely get a kick out of junny. the two are relatively similar but different in terms of their style of music. while penomeco is very much khh, junny is on the softer side of r&b/soul which brings out the soft side in jongseob. inside is the perfect track for the two of you and jongseob would have it playing on loop for hours; never growing tired of a song that makes him think of you.

[oboetemasuka]

Order of Attack, part 9

"A Withering Flame"

Finally, I've written Fuuta's voice drama. And revised it. And revised it again. And used the mega shears on the dialogue because Fuuta can't use long sentences.

What a monster of a chapter. I deserve a break. Next up is a shorter one-shot.

Trigger warnings for suicidal thoughts. Haruka's situation is also briefly mentioned. There's also something about Fuuta repeatedly stopping Es from getting Shidou.

(Courtesy link to the fic; will update at some point)

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Es entered the cell and took in the layout. Fuuta was propped up in a hospital bed, his neck and torso securely braced and his left arm in a sling. He was kneading a Jackalope stress toy with his right hand, digging his nails into it. More stress toys stood on the table to his right, and Es almost tripped on one a few feet ahead. As Fuuta saw Es approaching, he dropped what he was holding and swatted the rest out of his reach.

"Been a… while, Warden," Fuuta said. Es was expecting more malice in his tone, but he sounded like his life force was draining.

"Fuuta… you…" They pulled a chair to the side of the table and took a seat. "Are you okay?"

"…look like it?" Fuuta responded. If he was angry, his voice did a terrible job of showing it.

Es didn't know how to respond. Do I look like it? was obviously a rhetorical question, but they needed to show some tact.

After a moment, Fuuta spoke up again. "…look awful… don't I?"

Still unsure of what to say, Es nodded slightly.

"Could've been worse. Could've died."

Es stared down, pondering their next words. Several seconds passed, and then Fuuta's voice registered in their head again.

"Oi… talking to you." Fuuta's irritated glare met Es as they lifted their head.

"I'm sorry," they said, "I'm… I'm not sure what I can say."

"Don't know what to say? I almost died because of… you don't know… Even so, it's a miracle I … If Shidou had taken any longer, would've been over for me. Don't blame him, though. …Oi, say something." 

"Sor-"

"Sorry won't cut it." Fuuta sounded more pained than angry.

Es took a breath. "…Kotoko did this to you?"

"No sh… agh…" Fuuta gasped for air.

"Fuuta!" Es got up and walked to his side. "I'll go get Shidou-"

"Don't!" Fuuta's eyes betrayed his desperation. After they locked eyes for a few moments, Fuuta let out a chuckle. "Look … you … down on me, like always. Must be so happy to see…"

"I- no, I'm not. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't think Kotoko would-"

"Beat me to near-death? What'd you expect … you affirmed her…"

"I…"

"…thought she wouldn’t have … same crime here in… Oi, quit standing… staring…"

"I’m sorry, I didn't think-"

"Useless… apology…" 

But what else could Es do besides apologize? Stand their ground and contradict Fuuta while he was in that pitiful state?

"Really didn't think it'd… turn out… Me too. All I did… call some bad person out… say what's wrong was wrong… Their reasons were b-" Fuuta gasped and clutched his chest. Es began to turn towards the door, but Fuuta grabbed their cape with his right hand. 

Es swatted his hand away. "Hey, you can't just grab me like that."

"Don't dare…"

"Fine, I won't get Shidou. Yet." Es stood in place and waited for Fuuta to regain his voice.

"You judged me… said I was unforgivable… without the whole story… How's that any different?"

"Excuse me?"

"That's so hypo- khh!" Fuuta slammed his hand on the table, trying to play it off as an emphasis, but that didn't mask his pain.

"Careful, Fuuta! You'll hurt-" Es gave up on that concern when Fuuta glared. "Someone died because of you. You're saying I'm the same?"

"I didn't think they'd die!"

"But you knew people would dogpile them."

"I wasn't acting alone. Anyone else… out of my control… Why'd you pick me…"

"Milgram has judged-"

"Milgram doesn't make any f-"

Maybe Es should have put their foot down and called Shidou regardless of Fuuta's wishes. But something compelled them to hear him out. "Don't push yourself."

Fuuta was clearly annoyed, but he took a breath and continued. "Still don't see it? We're just the same!"

"Me? The same as you?" Es couldn't deny Fuuta's point. They both made their judgments without thinking that someone could be seriously hurt—or dead.

"I'll tell you. They were just in middle school. Maybe closer to Amane… than you…"

"Amane…" Es already knew this from what they gleaned from Fuuta's first video, but it didn't register how close in age their victims were. Wait, why were they thinking of Amane as a victim? "Amane… huh… I noticed you two have been spending a lot of time together lately."

"You kidding? Don't change the subject... You don't talk about her like… Only one who cared before everything went to hell. You made her go through it. Decided she wasn't forgivable… painted a target… She could've died too! Then we'd be exactly…"

"Don't put me on the same level as you."

"Are you not-"

"I'm just doing my job. Nobody told you to go online and decide who are bad people and harass them. You made a game out of judgment. This is what I'm supposed to do."

Fuuta laughed at Es for still failing to acknowledge their similarities. Then he winced in pain. Then he kept laughing and mocking Es for taking their job seriously. Es snapped back. A pointless, cyclical conversation. Fuuta stopped Es from calling Shidou no less than three times.

Eventually, the bell brought the conversation to a halt.

Silence.

Why was Fuuta so quiet?

"Hey… Fuuta?" Es leaned over to get a better look at his face. His eyes seemed glassy, and he seemed to be breathing more slowly. "Fuuta… I'll go get-"

"Don't. Not worth…"

"Worth what?"

"If you're not going to… forgive… what's the point… living?"

"Don't say-"

"Everything hurts so much. Painkillers don't help… Strange wonder I survived. Is it really worth it?"

"Worth it…" What could Es even say about that? Anything they could think of was either more unwanted pity or…

A cold accusation that Fuuta was bargaining his life for forgiveness. Es's thoughts flitted back to Haruka's interrogation- no, that comparison was unfair. Haruka's loaded intentions were worlds away from Fuuta's resignation. How could Es dare…

"I understand… this job requires resolve…"

"Resolve? You really have resolve… just kill me. With your own two hands. Don't hide behind the rules."

"I can't do that. I can't sink to the prisoners' level. It's my job as the warden to make a fair judgement. I… I have to judge each and every one of you… no matter how much they plead, cry, or bargain… even if they are dying right in front of me."

"What is even the point? You give a damn about my life, forgive me! If not, kill me… get it over with."

"Bargaining tactics won't work with me."

"Not like I care. Or… if I get out of this alive, I'll… kill… you…"

"Fine by me. If we truly are the same, then I'll have had it coming. Now, Prisoner no. 3, Fuuta, sing your sins."

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Q: “What are you thinking about?”

A: “Ways to get rid of the pain”

[yumejo]

peace offering

to a certain degree, you were accustomed to the truculent and distant disposition scaramouche exhibited to you—but lately, you’ve noticed it worsening tenfold; unneeded remarks swarming with ill-manner were constantly being shot towards you.

and one day, you simply just snapped.

“what is your problem, scara? what did i do to make you so upset at me?”

squeezing an eye shut as he winced from your sharp tone, scaramouche shot back, mind spinning with a myriad of thoughts yet none all at once, “your entire existence makes me upset.”

you gaped incredulously as your eyes dilated, before a flash of pain gleamed in your eyes—did he really just say that to you? after everything you’ve been through, he’s just demolishing it like that?

you looked like a kicked puppy with your glossy gaze averting down to the ground, a pout covering your trembling lips. “i-i didn’t mean it like that..! it’s just you make me feel weird?”

now the two of you were ensnared in panicked and flummoxed states, incapable of deciphering what scaramouche meant when he said those words. “——khh!” scaramouche practically groaned in defeat, placing both his hands on your shoulders whilst bringing his eyes back onto you.

“what i’m trying to say is… you, um,” he stammered over his words, rosy hues converging into the apples of his cheeks, “i can’t be around you without getting all flustered every time. it’s annoying.”

“... doesn’t that mean you like me?”

“it does?!”

[orangetintedglasses]

This whole situation was just one disaster after another, and the guy who shot his friend and defended the person who'd plucked him from the street was demanding an explanation--?! Vash forced his head up, scanning the dark-clad figure who still had a hold on...

... wait, was this another Wolfwood...?

"Khh... kidnapped..." he managed, though the word was spit out more than it was heaved, anger still chugging through his veins. It wasn't time to be curious. Some other, older Wolfwood or not, he'd done more than enough damage compared to anyone else here; even the damn musician who'd spent the better part of an hour torturing him to get a leg up on his-- on a version of his brother.

Maybe he'd feel sympathy to that cause again later, when the only thing keeping him tethered to the moment wasn't the grip of the cold fury in his chest.

"He... did th-that sound thing, kn-knocked me... down, brought me... here..."

@jazzkiller

Shit. This looked bad, though he at least knew the Hornfreak's lethality well enough to know whatever he'd done to the younger Vash was nowhere near life-threatening. It still looked like it hurt; but as much as he'd like to go over and make sure the little guy was alright, that wouldn't be the smartest idea right now. Maybe once he'd calmed down.

Instead, he gave the musician a concerned look, scooting closer to try and reach out for him.

"Hey, Player, I think it's alright, he ain't gonna- HEY!" He quickly jerked back when the undertaker in his grip tried to make another lunge for Midvalley, tightening his hold with a growl. The blood was making him a slippery little bastard to keep a hold of. "An' YOU need to calm your ass down before I rethink lettin' this one slide! You're on thin fuckin' ice as it is!" The small reminder of his previous threat had Nico still for a moment, long enough for the priest to pin him firmly once more.

"Now." Wolfwood was panting a bit from it all, shaking his hair from his eyes as he looked everyone over. "Anyone wanna tell me what the HELL all this was about?!"

[oppatxtme]

Christian Yu: Half Moon

x Christian Yu x

Note: Read at Your Own Risk ~~ (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง Type: One Shot [ masterlist ]

A/N: Hope Y’all enjoy this! Happy halloween ♥

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‘This is insane. I am insane and stupid.’ Christian thought as he walked up the steps to your apartment.

He had been to your apartment at Hongdae a couple of times with the rest of the crew. But this is the first time going solo. At that moment, Christian was surprisingly nervous. He was rarely nervous. Maybe it was because besides the fact that he’s coming to your apartment alone — it is also in the middle of the night. Plus drunk. And his body is burning and want to release it to you.

‘Well, here I go.’ Christian thought as he gulped and ring the doorbell.

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You slowly opened your eyes when you hear your doorbell chimes. When you realize you’re not dreaming and someone is actually ringing your door, you looked at the time. You groans.

You grab your pajama. Since you’re only wearing is your oversize shirt.

Before you can go and check who it was. Lisa — your roommate, was already at the monitor dedicated to seeing who’s at your front door.

“Who was it, babe?” You asked her when she looked your way.

“It’s your ex-boyfriend.” She said with a grimace expression.

For some reason, you breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t some crazy old stalker.

“Which one are we talking about?” From fear, you’re now confused.

“Mr. Christian Yu, that guy who loves touching his hair.” She said with a teasing tone.

“Aye ~! Nice to see you too Lisa.” Christian said as he reached up and touched his hair. 

Lisa just smiled and walked back towards her room.

Now it was only you and Christian in the living room. Why was Christian here? And at 3 in the morning. Can you even call this morning?

You took a rather long breath to stop overthinking.

———

Christian looked at you from up and down. Again and again. Now that you’re in front of him, he was thinking that this is a mistake. A drunk decision has gone too far. But it was too late to turn back.

‘Fuck it,’ he thought. He was drunk. He was going to tell you how he felt, not let you slip away — again. He needed you to know.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You asked when he massaged his temple.

“Oh? Yeah, sorry.” Christian replied.

You walked towards the kitchen and grab some glass and poured some cold water for him.

Christian was looking at your back. You can feel it.

After he finished drinking, you invite him to your room. Thinking that whatever reason he came to your apartment — at this godly hour is not really good for Lisa to hear.

Like automatically sit at the edge of your bed. But quickly stood up. You became nervous and embarrassed for even sitting in the first place. It was supposed to be cute and casual. Like friends typically do it but you were sure it came off as uncaring and cold. And the truth was, Christian, didn’t even notice it.

Both of you stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before Christian took a deep breath in, preparing to speak.

You can see him being uncomfortable. ‘Is it wrong to invite him into my room?’ You asked your self.

You’re about to ask him but he looked at you as if he was about to say something so you stopped.

Silence.

Again, awkward.

Then both of you attempt talking first but ending up blabbering something.

You laughed. Then he joined you.

“I’m sorry Ian, what I’m trying to say is it’s good to see you... although this was certainly a surprise.”

“Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that. I just — I couldn’t wait.” Christian looked down at the carpet

“What is that couldn’t wait?” You go through your mind looking up what could it be. You tried not to, but you ended up settling on the biggest feared — insane reasons. This was a habit you had picked up growing up. ‘Think for the worst’.

“I remembered in one of your interviews, you quoted from your favorite song — ‘If you know how you feel ~ and you so clearly know what you need to say ~ I don’t think you should wait ~ I think you should speak now ~’ you said that and it got me thinking. It’s really important to take those words to heart. So I just — I needed to come here to say something I should have said a long time ago.

You smiled upon hearing him say the lyrics from your favorite song. You tried not to wince, anticipating what might be next. 

“Say what Ian? Christian, is there something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong Y/N. I just — oh God! Okay ~ I’m READY.” Christian blurted out.

“What?” For some reason, your stomach filled with butterflies. 

‘Ready’. The word meant a lot to both of you. Both of you had a long history with this word. There was a time when you would have killed to hear him say it.

‘I’M READY’. Now though, it was the biggest fear reasons you could think of.

“I’m ready, Y/N. I’m ready for this — for us. We broke up because I wasn’t ready. But I’m ready now. And I don’t just mean ready for us to talk. Hang out. And fool around... but I mean — I’m ready for us to be together-together. The hell with media! I’m ready for the fans on both sides and their options don’t bother me. They can say whatever they want to say — I’m ready for all that shit. I can handle it now, Y/N. I’ve got this. I needed you to know that I’m not messing around any longer and as I just said — I’m sorry if I kept saying this but I’m ready.” Christian didn’t look up once during he said this, for some reason he couldn’t watch you react. He was afraid that seeing your reaction could make him stop talking. And he wanted to get it all out.

But even so, he could feel you looked confused with a mix of frustration.

“And more than that,’ Christian continued. “I want to try again. I want us to really try again, now that I’m ready. I think we could really make it. I’m ready to make that shot for us.” There. He said it all. He finally looked up to see your face.

“Christian —“ you started. You stopped though. You really had to form these next sentences carefully, and Christian had his time. You can’t help but think it was unfair and insensitive of him to just go to your place at 3 am and say all these things that clearly he had time to craft these words. He didn’t even look at you when saying this. As if it was all as planned — memories for perfection. 

You can’t help but think as well that he might even think through your possible responses and rehearse how to react to each one. You had none of that. No warning, none at all.

Just an unexpected late-night drunken declaration of love. Just great.

“You’re drunk, Ian and —“ you sigh.

“No. I mean, I’m drunk - but I meant what I say. All of it. Please, Y/N.” He cut you off.

With that, your ears become hot. What does he expect you to do? The nerve to come in here at your apartment and feed you a declaration of love — and even a declaration of READINESS as if the love was just implied but didn’t even need to be stated.

At least a little courtesy you’ll appreciate but no. He even goes here drunk. And say ‘please’.

‘Who did he think he was?’ You thought arching your brow.

“Excuse you Christian. Don’t bring me that ‘please’ word. I am doing the best I can with this whole situation but you’re drunk as fvck. And it’s the middle of the night. I’m not sure THIS is the best time and place to talk about this.” You said firmly.

“Why not? It’s 3 AM, the hour of feeling. Isn’t that what we call it?”

“Yeah, and I think about now, it taught us nothing good happens after 3 AM. Maybe we should stop talking at all.” Your words fell harshly. You felt bad for it but it also felt appropriate somehow.

“Who are you?”

“Seriously?!” You said setting up your defensive self ready.

“You used to be so ~” Christian searched for the words. “FREE. Yeah. That’s it. You used to be free. Free with your emotions. Your life. Your love. You used to be so free that made you optimistic. Full of hope and now what? You believe that in the hour of emotion — nothing ‘good’ happens? After the emotional time of the night sets in, good things stop and bad things begin? Is that what are you saying?” Christian looked at you as if you’re some stranger. “What happened to you?”

“I don’t — I really don’t know Ian. I”m not that girl anymore.” You felt attacked. But you didn’t feel like fighting back. So, you took the defeated tone.

Christian was having none of it. He was going to fight with you. He came all this way, he was going to properly be heard.

“Well, that’s the girl I fell in love with.” He said.

“Too bad then. I guess I’m just somebody that you used to know.” Your sarcasm rises.

“No. She’s there somewhere.” Christian said while he shook his head.

“I said no!” You now realized that he was going to make you fight with him. Your anger was possibly more directed at the instance of fighting than the fight itself.

“No.” Christian stayed firm. “I don’t accept that. Maybe you think that — but I think you’re just scared.”

You can’t help by scoffed.

“You can scoff all you want, Y/N. But I know you. There’s something you’re not saying. Possibly even to yourself. You’re scared and you’re hiding behind the change as the reason. But it was never changed. There’s a part of you missing. And I mean a part of you. We all have parts about us that change. That mature. That grow up. But at our core. Deep inside. We are who we are. You are not a different person. You’re still Y/N that I love. You’re just letting fear run your life and it’s BS!”

You are now really pissed.

“So... that’s what you came here to say. You came to my apartment. Drunk. In the middle of the night. Scared me half to death. Just to say that I’m bullshit?!”

“Fuck this. You know that’s not fucking true. You’re doing that thing again. You’re doing that again. Fuck!” Christian ball up his fist.

“What thing that I do? I’m not doing anything, Ian.” Both of you were really in it now.

After 3years of being in a relationship. Both of you were on and off. Five months ago, both of you decided to call it quits. Mainly because it was affecting your careers. He was planning on coming back to the music scene. While you and your group are releasing a comeback.

“Oh stop it Y/N. You know what I’m talking about. Look —“ Christian sigh. “I came here to tell you that I was ready for us and I still love you. That I want us to be together again. You were the one who started the BS and deflecting. Trying to pretend I didn’t mean it. You hate emotion and all that shit. I just wanted to tell you I still care and that I’m ready. And that I want to try again. If you don’t want to.” He paused and looked at you directly. “All you have to do is fvcking say it. But this shit you’re doing is making it some big ass thing and ignoring what I’ve actually said. That’s you being childish. I’m over it Y/N.”

Both of you were silent for a moment.

Letting the words sinks in.

You feel being scolded like a child. And Christian feeling sad and freaking frustrated — like a parent who just wants the best for his child. Even though the child never listened to him.

“I think that’s how I realized I’m ready. I’m over and done with the shit thing. I just want you. All of you.” He continued.

You stopped breathing for a couple of seconds. Your lips trembled. Your eyes watered. Your thoughts raced. You felt your breathing shallow the becoming quicker and more audible with every in and out of air.

You felt your heartbeat hard. As if it wants to come out from your body.

You glanced up and saw the bathroom door.

It wasn’t far from where you stand. For you, it looked as if it was an escape. You stopped thinking and in one motion you ran into the bathroom. Shut the door. There, in the emptiness of the room. Behind the safety of the door. You broke down.

Tears began to escape your eyes. Light scratches and pulls at your delicate skin began to occupy your hands.

“Y/N?” Christian was really worried. He didn’t mean to make you cry — even worst, leading you to a breakdown. He just wanted to talk. He can’t help but hate himself for what he has done. “Y/N, I’m sorry. If this is too much... but I really needed to say it. I hoped you’d know why. But yeah.”

He stopped and waiting for your answer. He heard you crying still. Breaths became deeper — as if returning to normal. He didn’t want to push it. But he was still a bit drunk. Decision-making skills were not so much his strong suit at that moment.

“I also wanted to hear your response.” Christian paused for a moment to make sure you did not get worse. You stayed silent. “I just really want us to talk — really. Without the bullshit and the walls. What are you scared of Y/N?”

You slowly get up and walk towards the sink. You looked into the mirror. You saw your reflection. A mess. Bedhead. Faded oversize shirt. Mickey mouse pajama that was a gift from Jisoo. No makeup. Eyes puffy. Cheeks shiny from the tears.

You rarely saw yourself like this. Being carried by your emotions. Even when you were at home, you tried to do your makeup, practice doing your hair, and dress up nice — just in case some crazy ex-boyfriend comes by and declare some shit at you.

You wet your face. Grab the face towel and calm yourself. Then walk towards the door and opened it.

“Do you want to know what I’m scared of, Barom Yoo?” You said, eyes locking with his. Not wavering.

He nodded in affirmation.

“I’m scared because you’re not.” You said firmly. Letting her eyes break from Christian’s.

“I’m not what?” Christian’s voice was calm. And confuse.

“Not ready.” You said quietly. Looking at the floor. You didn’t want to look at him when the words fell out of your lips. It was too much.

Christian smirked.

“Of course I’m ready. That’s why I’m here Y/N. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I understand all of that ready means — every last bit of it. I mean it. I am ready.” Christian felt his enthusiasm grow. If this was the problem — he wants to clear it. He did — after all, mean it.

You calmly shook your head.

His smirked slowly fade. His face becomes confused. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

‘Of course’. Christian thought. “But you’re not.” Christian opened his eyes and looked at you. He felt every muscle in his body relaxed — as if the secret was out.

“That’s crazy Christian. I’ve been ready. It was you —“

“No, Y/N. Stop right there. It was me, and then it was both of us. And now. It was you. It doesn’t mean anything less about you. It just means you’re not ready. And it’s a lot to be ready for. Trust me. I get it. Totally get it.”

You bit your lower lip and swallowed. You tried searching for words. But all you could find was silence. Angry. Sad. Frustrated.

“If there was anyone to be the last person to judge you for not being ready, it’d be me.” Christian continued after what felt like a silence gone on a little too long.

You blinked slowly. Your body language intensifying.

“And I mean really, you owe it to yourself more than anyone to admit that, princess.” He continued.

And there it was. You broke. Again. Into tears. In front of Christian. No more hiding.

“Okay fine.” You said between tears. “I’m not ready.” You tried looking up at him. He tried not to give you that satisfied smile of his when he called you out and kinda forced you to open up. “I’ve tried. But I’m not. You went through a lot Christian. All because of me. But I got the brunt of the hate from the fans.”

“I know,” Christian whispered.

“I don’t know if I can do that again.” Your tried hiding your crying face at him by covering it with both hands. “I can’t”.

Christian’s face was fallen. His smile faded and a look of concern had crept. Regardless of what happened here tonight between the both of you. He hated seeing you this down. But if it wasn’t him, he couldn’t help her.

“If I was going to do it again. You know it’d be with you, Barom. Right?” You looked up at him. “I mean it when I said ‘I know for me, it’s always you’. If I was ready for anyone — it had to be you, Christian.”

Christian took every word to heart. He let an audible exhale escape his body.

“I know, Princess.” He walked over to you and took you in his arms. He could see how badly you needed to be held. “I know very well, Y/N. I know.” He said reassuringly — softly. Running his hand up and down your back.

After a few minutes of this. You felt too comfortable. Too happy. Too at peace to not try something. Nothing wasn’t good enough anymore.

“Christian?” You said pulling out of the hug.

“Hmmm?” He responded, looking at you.

You pause for a moment before continuing. Trying to gain footing before you went down that rabbit hole.

“What if I —“ you stopped. Unsure if you really wanted to continue.

Christian opened his eyes wider in anticipation of what you’ll say. You somehow saw a gleam. that gleam. His beautiful brown eyes did this thing. It was mesmerizing and captivating to you.

“What if I take some time and really think about it. Like, do the work. Fight with myself — what if I get myself ready?” You smiled softly at him.

“What if what?” Christian tried his best not to be too excited. Or rather - seem too excited. He didn’t want to spook you, like what he already did tonight.

“Would you wait?” You had high hopes and low expectations. It was unfair of you to ask him. He couldn’t tell the future and know he was going to be ready when you are. You knew all of this. But you felt like you had to ask. Because what if Christian said ‘yes’. What if he would actually wait for you?

“Yes. Absolutely.” Christian said without a single waver. “I will wait for you. And I’ll try to stay ready so I am when you are. When I say I’m ready right now— I mean I’m ready for that too. I’ll wait.” He was suddenly taken with the over-assured, leading to an air of insincerity about his words.

“Thank you.” You said softly.

“Always, Y/N”. Christian whispered in your ears as he hugged you again. Pulling you tight.

——

Christian left quickly and quietly. You insisted on staying for the night but he insists to go and make everyone else worry.

When he left. You sat alone in your room and looked around. You grabbed your journal. You wrong every word (lyrics) you could think of.

[vodkainduced]

am i not enough?

artist: jay park

warnings: angst!

summary: months of oppression is finally being released

as the front door opened and closed, you heard the person taking off his shoes and mumbling to himself. you then wiped the tear that fell and took in a deep breath, prepping yourself for the confrontation you were going to initiate.

upon hearing the footsteps into the room, you looked at the disheveled man and watched as he went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. not noticing that you were there, he continued the mumbling and took a sip of his water. noticing as how he was not going to notice your presence, you cleared your throat which caused him to jump.

"baby! why are you up so early? its like what? four in the am? you're usually asleep. seeing as how you're seating there, you must have been waiting for daddy huh. "

you rolled your eyes at his words and scrunched your nose in disgust when you detected the scent of cheap women's perfume.

"welcome home jay, if you still regard this place as 'home', take a shower and wake yourself up. we need to talk."

he had noticed two huge luggage bags by the door and then proceeded to hug you but you pushed him away, face set into an emotionless facade. sensing the atmosphere he nodded and quickly went to the bathroom. after a few minutes, he came out, looking fresh and smelling clean, even though you would miss this, you knew that what you were going to do next was the right thing.

for both you and him.

"so, what would you like to talk about?"

he asked as he pulled the chair next to you, while he tried reaching for your hand, you pulled it away and placed them on your lap. he then pulled his hands away and you took a deep breath before starting.

"i would like to ask you a question...who am i to you?"

you could tell he was taken aback by the question, he then chuckled a little and started rambling about how you were the love of his life, his other half, his soul mate, though he sounded sincere, his eyes held a little hesitation and insincerity.

"why do you ask?"

you sneered in disgust and folded your leg across the other.

"if im all that, if what you say is true, that you only love me, that im your other half. tell me jay park, why the fuck are all these receipts from fucking jewellery shops that both of us HAVE not been to? do you think im that fucking stupid jay? i am not blind for your information! every little news about your not so secretive dates are out there jay! do you know how FUCKING EMBARRASSED AND DISGUSTED I AM WITH YOU? "

at this point of time, you were already crying, the chair you had sat on laid on the floor and pieces of paper were littered everywhere. jay sat there looking at the papers on the floor and back to you, he made a move trying to grab your hands but you pulled them away. he sighed and placed his head in his hands.

" im sorry "

even though you heard it as clear as day, you rolled your eyes and asked him to repeat himself, he then got up quickly and got in your face.

" I FUCKING SAID IM SORRY Y/N WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME! YES I BOUGHT THOSE GIRLS JEWELLERY, YES I HAD SEX WITH ALL OF THEM! I COULDNT RESIST! HOW COULD I?!?!?!! THEY SATISFY MY EVERY NEED! ALL THOSE NIGHTS I'VE BEEN SPENDING IT WITH THEM INSTEAD OF YOU! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR? "

he screamed out loud before seating back down. seeing him like this made you want to jump into his lap to comfort him and just cuddle the whole night.

" am i not enough? "

but now? you wanted to slap him right across the face and just beat him up. but you knew you yourself was to be blamed for the pain you were feeling. if you had confronted him earlier or werent as blindly in love with him, you wouldnt be where you are right now. but better late then never. you took the ring he had given you and placed it on the dining table, picking up the last of your luggage you walked to the door, prepared to leave.

"good bye jay, i hope theres someone whos enough for you."

-

finally off my year long hiatus! i apologise for any delayed request! thank you so much for reading my jaypark oneshot🤧 do send in requests!

[dreamingofjoon]

Keep Filming

Christian Yu x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Kinda bad smut because I haven’t written it in a while

A/N. I’ve had this on my mind for a while and I’m glad I finally finished writing it! Remember headcanon requests are open btw

This photo does not belong to me. Credit here

He was daring. You had to give him that at the moment. Other than that, you were astonished that he had ever had the thought. As your mind tried to wrap around what Christian had just proposed, you probably looked stupid if not surprised. It was supposed to be a cute, calm night in and it had been for a while. Christian had just come back from traveling again, something you wish you could do as often as he did. The two of you spoke as you prepared food for the night you planned ahead. His raven hair was covering his face as the two of you went around, doing random things to further prepare.

You had missed your boyfriend as he traveled and filmed beautifully as per usual. You did not get to talk everyday because he was gone for more than sight-seeing and a quick adventure. He obviously missed you too because as you made spaghetti, he gently wrapped his arms around you but not so gently pulled you back to attack the top of your head with kisses.

"I missed you." he said as he brought himself lower to your neck and gently breathed in. "You smell nice. Did you get some new perfume or something?"

"Why would I waste perfume to hang out with you in the comfort of our own home?"

"Shampoo then?"

"Close. Conditioner." you corrected as the two of you laughed.

You ate and retired into the bedroom where he eventually popped the question.

"Please? I know you miss me as much as I miss you whenever I leave and I'm not into the whole sexting thing." he shrugged.

"But you're into the whole sex tape thing?!" you nearly squealed.

“Better idea, isn’t it?” he said as he smiled wider.

“No! Not really!” you retorted.

“Oh, come on, I’m a film maker, you can’t expect you to be the only exception to that?” he tried to reason.

“Well no, I didn’t think I would be an exception but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

“I told you before that I wanted to try something new. I want to be able to see you whenever I want.” he practically whined which made you sigh.

At first listen, you were certainly against the idea of Christian filming your intimate moments but now that he was talking more about it, he was easily convincing you.You bit your lip in thought, definitely wanting to think this over before saying yes or no. Christian was trustworthy. No one else would see it. No one else would even know it existed. Christian filming you in the most exposed way, both physically and emotionally. Everything during sex was raw but you didn’t know how you’d feel, knowing there was a camera capturing that moment. Oh hell. Need to try something new every now and then.

“No one else will see it?” you finally asked, apprehensively.

“No, of course not. Baby, you can trust me.” he reassured as he took your face in his hands.

You took a deep breath before sighing once more. “Okay.”

You breathed heavily as you wondered where Christian was. Although he suggested the filming, he hadn’t told you that he also wanted to try blindfolds. Beforehand, he placed his phone on a tripod and set it on the dresser in front of your shared bed. He then walked over to your curled figure on the bed. Soft RnB played as Christian grabbed one of his ties from the nightstand next to the bed and pulled it over your eyes. You felt him move to sit behind you, trapping you between his legs.

He started by kissing your neck, trailing his tongue over any spot he kissed or sucked on. His hands went to pry your thighs open, revealing your panties to the camera in front of you. His large hands massaged the insides of your thighs and slowly led to the spot where you were utterly soaked. His middle finger slid up and down your clothed slit before taking the time to press onto your clit. You sighed in content and gripped his thigh, wanting something to hold onto.

“Let me take them off?” he whispered into your neck to which you quickly nodded.

You lifted your hips a bit to take the drenched fabric off and tossed it somewhere unknown before assuming your previous position. Christian spread your lower lips, showing how wet you were to the camera and making you whimper, still slightly embarrassed. Even though your sight was impaired by the blindfold, you still knew where the camera was located and the thought left you both aroused and a bit incredulous that you were allowing this to happen. The thought of Christian watching this later had you nearly shaking with anticipation. You imagined him pumping himself when he was finally alone. The veins in his hands were prominent as he sped up and gripped the phone tighter, watching you moan his name as he pushed you to your orgasm.

Although that idea was absolutely wonderful, you were soon brought back to your current bliss as Christian nibbled on your ear and entered you with two lengthy fingers, curling them already. You bit your lip to suppress a moan before you started gripping at the arms of the man behind you. 

“You like that, babygirl?” he questioned as he pushed his fingers in and and out of you, making your answer come out as a whine as you nodded vigorously.

His free hand turned your face towards him so that the two of you could kiss. Although it was messy and needy, you loved every second of it. His tongue swirled around yours fighting for dominance as you tried to take over and sucked the muscle into your mouth. His hand only proceeded to move faster with precise movements, finally hitting a spot that had you seeing white even with the darkness of the blindfold. You curled into him before bucking your hips outwards and making him smile into the kiss.

You could feel him stiffening on your lower back, reminding you that you weren’t the only one who went without the other for a while. In the haze of your situation, you felt around behind you and were finally able to grip him in your hand. You palmed him over his pants, making him moan into your mouth. You managed to pull the waistband of his pants down and tug at his erection.

His hand only seemed to slow down as you slowly pumped him. The space was limited however, so you pulled away from the lengthy kiss and pulled at his wrist, urging him to stop although your orgasm was so close.

“You sure?” he asked almost incredulously.

“Yeah. I need to help you too.” you panted.

He reluctantly took his fingers out before pushing you further in front of him before getting up. Some rustling could be heard as you wondered where he could have gone to when you suddenly felt hands tugging upwards on your shirt. You lifted your arms quickly and let the male discard the clothing. As you sat waiting again, you were pulled closer to the edge of the bed and felt the bed dip again on your left side.

“Climb over me.” he said.

You lifted your leg and let Christian guide it to where he wanted until you were straddling him. You could feel that he no longer had any pants on and sighed in content as you moved upwards to feel his dick against your heat. It twitched under you, making both your breath hitch and your hips move. You started grinding slowly, back and forth, on him and relished in the groans he gave you before he held onto your hips and made you stop.

“I want you to ride me.” he told you in an almost out of breath voice.

“Anything for you, baby.” you smiled and pecked his face before you raised yourself up to position him at your entrance before you sank back down with a lengthy moan. His hands returned to your hips as you rhythmically raised and lowered yourself. Your jaw was slackened, spilling moans and mewls left and right. Your breasts bounced as what he would describe as perfectly and your hands were starting to curl and scratch at his chest.

Although you couldn’t see him, he was glad to witness one of the best scenes take place. He was proud to think that he’d be able to see it over and over again, rather than just in his memory. Now, even f he couldn’t touch you, he’d be able to see you as vividly as ever.

Seeing you lower your head as if you were looking at him had him staring back at your masked face and impulsed him to take the cloth off of your eyes so that you could finally look at each other again. You slowed down as you felt his hands tangle behind your head in an attempt to take off the tie covering your eyes. Once it was off, you slowly adjusted to the light in the room again. You stared straight at Christian with his hooded eyes and pink, puffy lips before you started speeding up again. Instead of your hips, this time, Christian planted his hands on your ass, groping the flesh as you continued to move. 

He enjoyed every second of what you were giving him as he was usually the one putting in more effort. This time, he just sat back and allowed you to do the work as he watched thankfully. There was so much more he wished he could have done and kept with him but tonight, he was more than satisfied with this.

You were letting go with just a few more swivels of your hips along with Christian who screwed his eyes shut before moaning your name. You fell on top of him, breathing heavily on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“How much of your battery do you think is left?” you asked when you finally felt his chest rising and falling evenly rather than the ragged way it had been before.

“I don’t know, why?”

“No reason.” 

“Do you want to film another one?” he asked dubiously.

“Well, I want one too.” you muttered into his chest.

“Wow! I get my own porn star!” he laughed, making you slap his chest.

“Just for that, I should delete the one you have now!” you threatened.

“You know you want to see it first.” he teased before wriggling his eyebrows at you.

You had to admit that you did want to see it. What did the two of you look like? What did it sound like? You were so caught up in the moment, that it was a blur. The aftershocks of the wonderful sex was one of the only things that kept you remembering.

“I hate that you’re right.” you grumbled as you got up and grabbed the phone, stopped recording and went into the photo gallery to watch before Christian stood behind you and pulled you by the waist so you could watch it together.

You were surprised when you had been sitting in your living room and then saw one of Christian’s friends bursting out of his studio in laughter and sounds of gagging.

“Damn, I never thought you guys were so kinky, Y/N!” he howled as he gripped his side by the doorway to the studio that was down the hall.

Christian slowly peeked his head out of the door to look down at his friend, wiping his tears of laughter and then then hall at you. You were now standing with your hands on your hips.

“You said no one would see it!” you yelled.

“It was an accident!” he said as he raised his hands defensively.

“Well, there goes the next one.” you said as you stomped off into your room.

“Wait! You were serious about another one?” he asked as he dragged his friend back in the studio.

“Not anymore!” you yelled as you slammed the door.

[khh-writings]

Non-Korean

Who: Bully

Genre: Fluff/funny

You tried to avoid the mass of bodies but, as you already knew, it was impossible. You were following your friends to the dance floor after having had a tequila shot. You didn't like tequila that much, but anyhow you ended drinking it. 

The club was, just exactly as any club in Hongdae, full. It was Saturday night, and you wanted to have fun. Classes had finally ended, and you had turned 18, 19 in Korean age, just a few days ago. Of course, you were going to a club on a Saturday. You were finally able to. However, after a couple of hours, you were fed up with that place. You just wanted to dance, for fuck's sake, but the place was too crowded, it was really hot, and they wouldn't let you alone. You were already used to it, used to being "the foreigner". Your parents were from Y/C, but they had moved to Korea to work and had actually met there. You were Korean, but you were not Korean. Seriously, all that shit sucked. People avoiding you, thinking that you don't speak Korean, people asking if you are able to eat spicy food, people in some places that look at you as if you were an alien or something. You were used to it, though. However, you were not used to that club thing. Guys approaching you because they thought you were foreigner. It had already been 12 that night. Guys who tried to talk to you or directly grab your waist. It was so disgusting. You just wanted to have a good time with your friends. Somehow, your friends and you managed to get into the dance floor. That was supposed to be a hip-hop club, but the truth is that they also played famous pop songs. The DJ was good tonight ?. You started to dance, a pop song you didn't know, honestly, but you didn't care. It was all good, you having fun with friends but, of course, it couldn't have lasted much more. Someone grabbed your waist. You tried to let go, but he didn't let you. You turned around, with a clearly annoyed face. It was a tall guy, you just noticed that about him. He started to speak: "Hi" he said in Korean. "I don't speak Korean. No Korean." You said in English, lying. You always said that. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. "No problem, I speak English." Fuck. You almost panicked. Whenever that happened, you didn't know how to react. You weren't that kind of person who dared to shout at unknown people. You wished you were. You remained silent, with that tall guy smiling at you. You thought you would go to hell, but your angel saved you just in time. One of your friends, MinAh, grabbed your shoulder and shout at him in Korean: "Get out!" You didn't have to say anything else. He left. Finally. Just in time, because Jay Park and Ugly Duck “Ain't no Party like an AOMG Party”, started. You freaked out and forgot all about that guy or other guys. It was one of your favourite songs. You started to dance and sing along immediately. Your friends did too. At that moment, you thought everybody in the club would be doing the same, but you didn't knew. You couldn't think about anything else, but the song and how happy you were at that moment. The song ended, and you took the chance to take a breath, exhausted. The next song started. You shouted at Minah: "Ugly Duck oppa is so cool!" "And Jaebum?" "Jay too, but everybody knows that!" You both laughed and kept dancing. Everything was fine, but then something touched your shoulder. It was soft, not strong as usual. Still, you turned around, angry this time. -"o Korean" You said immediately. But then, you froze. He was tall, like the guy from before. However, you could say this time you noticed everything about the guy. Blonde, loose black clothes covering a probably athletic body, broad shoulders, rings on his ears, pretty eyes, pretty lips. Pretty everything. He said nothing and just extended something to you. You looked at his hands, noticing his ring on the little finger and you realised. Your shirt, that was tied around your hips just a few minutes ago. He was giving it to you. It must have fallen. So he wasn't trying to pick up on you, you realised, not knowing if glad or not now. You bowed slightly and looked at him with a stupid expression on your face. Then, he simply turned around and left. "What was that?" Asked Minjung, one of your friends. "He was just trying to give my shirt back." You didn't see him again on the dance floor, neither on the bar. You wanted to thank him properly, feeling bad about the way you had behaved before. He wasn't anywhere in the club though. The rest of the night was mostly normal, dancing and drinking and having fun. At 4 am, Minah and you were tired, so you both decided to leave. You said goodbye to your friends and left the club. "Wait" said Minah. She took a cigarette from the package and gave you one. You knew your parents would kill you if they knew you smoked, but you couldn't help it. "The blond guy was cute, you should have spoken to him." "I know, I just froze like an idiot, I lost my opportunity" Minah and you laughed. "That excuse of you not knowing Korean is not working as it should." "Yeah, maybe I should wear a huge cartel on my back saying I'm fucking Korean, not an exotic pet." You and your friend laughed again, loudly. Then you turned a bit to put your shirt on, casting your gaze to the left, and then you saw him. He was against a wall, really close to Minah and you. How was it that you hadn't seen him? "Shit" you said, muttering. "What?" Minah turned her head and saw him, and then started to laugh again. He was looking at you, just at you. The blond guy. He was wearing a cap now, but it was him. He was with two friends. His friends were laughing, just as Minah. You looked at each other. He had an enormous smirk on his face. You couldn't help but also smile. You placed your left hand on your face to hide it. "Does that mean that I get to have your number?" You removed your hand from your face just to look at him. His voice was cute. "I guess so." He gave you his phone, and you wrote your number and gave it back to him. He smiled again and blinked at you. That was the moment when you die. "I'm ByoengHo, by the way." "Y/n." "Nice to meet you, Y/n." He went back to his friends and they left, just like that. And as they were leaving, you could see as his friends were looking at you and hitting him, both clearly amused. "You're so lucky, girl." Said Minah, excited. "Let's go!" You just nodded and followed her, the opposite way the guys had gone. You realised your cigarette was finished, you had forgotten about it. Of course you had. About an hour later you were putting your pajamas on. From time to time you glanced at your phone, but you didn’t have a single notification. You sighed, clearly nervous, as you put your shorts on. Then your phone vibrated, and its screen lighted up. You almost ran to pick it. You sat on your bed and took a deep breath. An unknown number. "Hey, I'm the cute blond guy. Want to meet up tomorrow?" You turned red as a cherry and laughed at his boldness. "Yeah, sure!" You replied. "Exit 2, Hongik station at 8?" "Perfect ^^" "Nice... And, by the way, yes, Ugly Duck is really cool. You dropped your phone and almost shout. "Wait, what?"

[yawn-junn]

♡︎breakup prank w/Ash Island, Changmo, Bloo♡︎

♡︎Ash Island♡︎

♡︎Changmo♡︎

♡︎Bloo♡︎

Bloo translation

I love you too much

Your my one and only

I love you to fucking much

Baby can you come pick me up?

Love you

[write-this-way-please]

Just For You

Just For You [Some things were worth the trouble │ Wonjae]

Out of place couldn’t even begin to sum up how he felt when he watched your performances. He tugged on the collar of his button-up and tie before sighing and self-consciously smoothing down his hair. 

Suits were a pain.

Anything more than a t-shirt honestly didn’t even feel worth the trouble.

Brushing his hair was a pain.

It was just so much easier to throw on a beanie, who the hell cared if he styled his hair?

And after all the effort everything was just so uncomfortable.

He was never one to care about other people’s perception of him. He was always the one that volunteered to be outcasted. But for you, he wanted to be seen as good enough.

He was used to watching you dance, he’d seen your routine a million times, but it was different seeing how you were on a stage. Hundreds-thousands of eyes on you as you effortlessly nailed your performance.

He never really liked being the center of attention. It was all a bit much, Show me the money exhausted him both mentally and physically. 

But you were a star.

You’d spent the last few months by his side, every lyric he wrote, every rehearsal he had, to every performance you were always there. And now it was his turn.

As your routine came to its beautiful climactic ending, you received the standing ovation you deserved.

You panted heavily, your chest falling-rising as you and your ensemble took a bow. When you looked up, your eyes immediately met Wonjae’s. You smiled brightly seeing that shy smile of his as he clapped for you. And it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen as the curtains closed.

You headed to the dressing room and immediately went to change. The faster you changed the faster you were free to see your boyfriend and enjoy your first day off in a while.

Knock

Knock

Knock

“Delivery for Miss. Prima Ballerina~”

You jumped up at the familiar low voice. It was honestly the only voice you wanted to hear. “Wonjae!” you swung open the door and was greeted with your boyfriend's shy smile. Before he could say anything you cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss.

Breaking the kiss, he quickly walked you inside your dressing room to avoid the wandering eyes of the staff, and camera crew. “Hey, you gotta be careful. Someone could have seen you.” he set the bouquet of flowers he’d gotten you, on your vanity.

“So?” you frowned. “Wonjae, It’s not a secret I’m dating you.” Seeing how his gaze fell you raised a brow. “Is it?”

“You’re just kinda high profile...I don’t want you to have a scandal…”

“I’m high profile and you were broadcasted on TV?” you sighed taking a seat on the table. “Wonjae, is it really so bad that someone gets a picture of me...and my boyfriend. Who I love and adore?” you pulled him closer to stand between your legs, your fingers laced with his as you looked away pouting.

“Come on...Don’t pout”

“No, you don’t get to reject me and tell me what to do.” your pout deepened.

“I’d never reject you...I’m just worried about your reputation.” he sighed, caressing your soft cheeks.

“Is it because I’m not famous enough?” you pouted.

“What?” his brows furrowed.

“Yeah...you’re number one on the charts, you’re all over Cjen, mnet, sbs. And I’m just some lowly ballerina.”

“That’s ridiculous! That doesn’t make any sense and just because I have some fan base doesn’t mean you’re not-” he stopped himself seeing you smirk. “Ok, Ok you made your point.”

“Now do you know how silly you sound?” you giggled looking up at him, seeing the worry on his face.

He loved how you always cupped his face, that sweet look on concern as you took him in. “I love kissing you...you know that right?”

“I know.” you bit your lip. “I just wished you weren’t afraid of people seeing it.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I get shy kissing you when it’s just us. You think I can handle anyone else seeing me that flustered?”

“Yeah?” you smiled brightly.

“The real reason I close my eyes when I kiss you is because I get so shy…” he sighed, a bit in shock he admitted something so embarrassing to you. “And you always keep your eyes open until the last minute...and it’s just breathtaking...imagine if someone got a photo of how childish I look kissing you.”

“You are too cute.” you giggled. “Oh I know.” you reached for his beanie he had stuffed in his pocket. “I knew you’d have this.”

“What in the world are you being?” he smiled as you effortlessly took down your bun, shaking out your hair, before slipping his beanie on. Tugging it as low as he would normally wear it, setting it just above your eyelids.

“Now you can barely see me.” you beamed at him. 

“You’re silly.” he played with the rim of the hat.

“You still gonna kiss me?”

“Always” he smiled tugging the hat to cover your eyes before kissing you, and for the first time he could really watch you without getting embarrassed by your kiss. He could catch how your tongue would dip out of your mouth as he broke away for a moment and how your soft lips would curl into such a beautiful smile. And despite how embarrassed he would get, you would always be worth it.

END

I’ve been in a fluffy Wonjae mood help lol <3 If you liked it lemme know~

[hwajoongie]

Huh! - DDKD (Feat. JUSTHIS & Dynamicduo)

[firetextskpop]

I have so many drafts bc I start and never finish..... Imma work on that. I wanna put out this DPR Live & Ian imagine I had for MONTHS now (especially bc I got to see them this weekend *Dabin looked at me but I panicked and turned around*) Then a request I started for BTS and lastly continue the poly!nct series bc I started on that and got distracted.

[notarealwriterxo]

I HEAR A SYMPHONY

Ash Island x Reader (female)

Inspo:

Pov: Ash

Genre: romance - one shot - fluff

Requested: no

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Once again I sighed, frustration taking over my head as I runned my fingers through my hair. I had been working on a new song for weeks, no sleeping, eating like shit and relaying only on cigarettes and whisky to survive the work process, but everything seemed useless, everything that I came out with sounded mediocre. I needed more, nothing was enough and that hideous melody kept replaying on my mind over and over. It was a broken song, a simple combination of notes that had taken over everything I did. I just didn't seem to be able to get over it and the repetition of this process got me totally exhausted.

I heard a knock on the door and, after a quick answer, Leellamarz came in quietly, almost as if any sound he made would break my inexistent emocional stability and I would suddenly go mad. I took a long breath and turned around to face him.

- "Damn, bro, you really look like shit" - he tried to keep a neutral expression but he was pretty surprised looking at my state. I couldn't blame him, I had been on that room for a couple of days now, and even when I was away I was still working at home, at some point that shitty routine started to show on my whole self - "Why don't you take a break? I can continue from here. Get some sleep, eat, go out a lil' or somethin' but clear your head a bit or you'll go insane in here" -

I opened my mouth trying to argue with him, but there were no excuses, he was right, I needed to get away at least for a day, I wasn't making any progress like this.

- "Fine" - I sighed once again and got up, leaving the studio. My body was begging me to get some sleep, but hunger came first, I stopped on a caffe near the studio and got in hoping to get a quick iced tea and something sweet. I was about to place my order but then... it was then when I saw her. My chest felt full as never before, she was by far the most beautiful woman in the place. The way her messy hair fell on her shoulders, her warming eyes, that half smile decorating her face making her seem so lively, she was like a light in the middle of a dark room. I couldn't take my eyes off her, she faced me, our eyes met and suddenly the monotonous melody taht kept replaying in the back of my head became an overwhelming symphony. It was a new song, a new feeling, a thousand instruments playing as my heart skipped a beat and an electric feeling traveled across my whole body. She seemed as besotted as me and for a short second it was just the two of us in the world and the melody on the back was our song. Her cheeks turned bright red as she looked away trying to compose herself with a quiet cough and I just couldn't imagine how she could be even cuter than this.

- "Welcome! what can I get for you?" - her soft voice felt like the lacking instrument that the song needed. Just then everything fitted perfectly, it sounded heavenly. Still inside this dreamlike trance I tried to say something, but the only thing that got out of my mouth was a whisper.

- "It's a symphony... it's you, you are my song" -

[k-hiphopshit]

You Are A Goddess (Jay Park x Reader)

 hey guys... what’s up? how’s it going? let’s just cut to the shit, i felt nostalgic and started reading the imagines i used to port and I want to start writing again so...here goes nothing, this was requested by anon probably years ago i’m sorry baby for taking this long but I hope they see this and like it

Jay was a very handsome and charismatic man, you met him when you had gotten a job as Joon Kyungs a.k.a Dok2 personal assistant, so that meant you had to make a tons of phonecalls to other artists and people in the industry to confirm, arrange or cancel and inform about all types of things.

Jay was a bit stunned when he heard your voice over the phone, he could hear your smile, you sounded like you were really happy and excited for something and since he was drowning in responsibilities it was a breath of fresh air to hear someone talk in such a soothing and positive way. When he found out you were calling on Kyung’s behalf he got in contact with him and asked him about you

“Oh (y/n), she is my star right now, she is on top of everything and i’ve never met a person that is smiling genuinely so much”

After a few weeks joon kyung hosted an event for his birthday which meant you were in charge of pretty much everything and had to make sure everything went smoothly and exactly how your boss requested it. You saw Joon Kyung waving you over, he was with Dong gab and two other men you hadn’t personally met but you knew of them, well it wasn’t that hard since it was the infamous Jay Park and Simon D

“(y/n) let me introduce you to my good friends Jay Park and Kisok”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I am a big fan of your music and achievements”

“Thank you, that means a lot. We’ve been also hearing a lot of good things about you as well”

Jay took the lead and tried to stall the conversation as much as he could. As soon as you walked over to them he felt your positive aura that was so addictive, you seemed so grounded and so effortlessly put together it was fascinating for him, since in his industry they were so many people that tried so hard to seem like something they aren’t and were never meant to be it was a nice fresh tone to be around someone that seemed authentic.

“I’m sure he is exaggerating as always, but i’ll gladly take any compliment I can get”

-

After that Jay pursued you, he wanted to be around you, listen to you talk, he craved that comfortable and inviting aura you exude, not too long after that you started dating and not too long after that you were puking like you had been possessed by a Demon.

Jay was so excited about the baby, of course he was shocked at first and very scared since he had so many people depending on him that he was on call 24/7 with everyone and a child is a big responsibility, however in his eyes he couldn’t wait to be blessed by you with such gift, you would bring a life into this world, a beautiful combination of him and you and how could he deny himself such heaven?

He made sure you had everything you needed at any time, he was there at every doctors appointment, he was there when you needed some help to put your shoes on, baking and making all kinds of crazy recipes that you craved and of course he was there when you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Kyung Mi.

Yet not everyone shared his excitement, the media were ruthless and the fans were not pleased to say the least, their idol and a well known bachelor was suddenly not only in a relationship but also was having a baby. Your face was plastered all over the tabloids and of course they started digging up your past. While you were still pregnant Jay made sure to hide as much as he could, after you gave birth not only you started seeing more and more of it what also did not help was the extra weight you had gained and it seemed to be very stubborn,

“What are you doing? it’s 3 am?”

Jay had just walked in after a concert, expecting to find his girlfriend and baby girl sleeping, on the contrary he found you exercising and doing crunches at the living room with the baby monitor right next to you.

“Exactly, which means is the only time I can work out without Mi needing something”

He had noticed how you started eating less, always talking about new healthier recipes and it wasn’t the first time he had caught you working out in the middle of the night. He huffed and walked towards you as he sat down on the floor while you kept going with your work out

“Baby you’ve been staying up late to work out more and more”

“Don’t start Jay, you just got home as well”

“I had to work”

“Yes, so did I Jay. But now I have a family to take care of”

He bit his lower lip in a settle way to hold back his words. He knew how much it hurt you that you were staying home since you loved your job so much, of course Kyung understood and told you that when you feel ready to come back the spot is yours. Still, you felt in complete, nothing was the same anymore, you didn’t fit in your clothes, your breasts were swollen and bruised since Kyung Mi was starting to bite and of course the waking up in the middle of the night from the crying did not help either. Jay tried to help as much as he could , unfortunately he couldn’t drop everything and stay home so he understood your frustration.

“How about we take a shower together? We are both sweaty and we can... help each other”

“You can go first”

That also was a part of your new life, you wanted to have sex with Jay... who wouldn’t the problem wasn’t him it was you, you felt fat and ugly and just wanted to cover up and go to bed.

Jay was of course very supportive and expressed his feelings for you every day, that didn’t change the way you saw yourself even when you wished it did. Jay sighed and got up from the floor, leaving you be and getting lost in his own thoughts.

He had to do something and he had to do it quickly. Some how some way there was something he could do that would help you, of course that meant he needed advice from a woman and preferably someone that knew you.

-

“What’s going on big papa?”

Jessi teased as she picked up the phone. You and Jessi had gotten closer over the years and she was someone you used to go out with very often, so Jay thought maybe she had any good ideas.

“Hey, I need your help with something”

“I hope you didn’t hurt my baby (y/n), you owe her after pushing a baby out of her”

“No i didn’t do anything. She’s been very distant lately, she seems to be kind of sulking because of the baby weight and it has taken such a big toll on her”

“Well yeah i’m sure it did, have you tried like having a conversation?”

“yes but she is shutting me out, blaming me about not helping her and missing her job”

“Oh man, Let me see what I can come up with”

-

Jessi was a Saint sent straight from heaven. Her plan was brilliant, she went over the house at 10 a.m and pretty much kicked you out and send you at a well known spa and resort as a “god mother gift” where she had planned a full boy massage and a facial, as well as a sauna and yoga. You haven’t felt this relaxed in a while, letting someone take care of you and not having to worry about the baby crying and if she needs a diaper change was something she desperately needed. 

After everything she was led to a room that had a big package with a beautiful pink bow and a letter. As she opened it she immediately recognized the hand writing.

“To my baby mama,

Take a sweet nap and in 3 hours a hair and make up artist will come to get you all dolled up for our dinner. 

I love you,

your baby daddy”

You smiled and chose to not open the box yet, you left it to the side and laid down on the bed smiling brightly at the letter he had left you. You knew he cared but it was still nice to see that he really did try.

As the letter promised a hair and make up artist came and hooked you up with the good stuff, they made you look like a person you hadn’t see in a while. You went for a nice soft gold eye make up and a red lip and you hair just a nice blow out but it was just so refreshing to finally look like your old self. Then came the the time to finally open the box and of course what was inside was absolutely stunning

It was tight around your stomach which you did not love and it did put you down a little bit but since you had nothing else to wear you just pushed it in the back of your mind, he had even bought your favorite perfume to wear and of course you noticed the lack of undewear in the box.

As you walked in the hotels restaurant you noticed nobody else was in here other than the servers and Jay. He got up and offered you a single red rose

“Milady”

You giggle as you took it and gave it a little sniff. You couldn’t hold back and went in to hug him, which he wanted to do as well.

“You look ravishing baby”

“Thank you, you look handsome as well”

He pulled back your seat and as you sat down he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder right on top of the extremely thin spaghetti strap of your dress before taking a seat directly in front of you.

“Tonight is not about me beautiful, tonight is dedicated to you. The sexiest woman on the planet”

“Oh please, maybe after I love half of what I weight”

“Baby why are you putting yourself down? You know I would love you no matter what you weight right?”

You bit your lip. You knew Jay loved you, it was just you that felt insecure and almost like you were holding him back from everything, his career, his friends, everything had changed now and you felt responsible for it, the reason that you were so good at your job was that you took responsibility for everything so naturally it happened now as well.

“I know it’s just, I feel like I’m holding you back”

“What? What do you mean?”

“You were supposed to have a world tour this year and you cancelled it, as well as many other performances cause you wanted to come to doctors appointments”

“Exactly, I chose to cancel them baby, I wanted to be there”

“Yes but... I don’t know I just feel like I’m a burden, also I’ve gain weight and I feel... ugly”

There was a silence after that, since the waiter came and placed the food in front of you. You looked down at your feet, embarrassed and also a bit nervous of what Jay would say, after the waiter walked away Jay got up from his seat and kneeled in front of you, placing his one hand on top of yours and the other reached your chin so you can meet his eyes.

“You are one strong woman you know that? You loved me unconditionally and you gave me a beautiful child, sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve such a person in my life, you are no longer a woman to me... you are a Goddess. That’s why I don’t think i’ll find a more perfect time to do this”

“Do what?”

He reached for his pocket and pulled a small red velvet box. As soon as you saw it you started tearing up and your breathing stopped. Jay looked at you once again, he was saving it for the end of the meal but now it just seemed such a perfect moment.

“(Y/F/N) will you do me the absolute honor and let me your husband?”

“yes”

you whispered as you bot got up and went for a passionate kiss letting your feelings flow and the tears roll down your cheek. You were so happy, finally after so long you felt the connection you had with him before the baby, you missed this pure raw bond you shared, the passion flowed after so many months of complete drought.

“You are so pretty even when you cry”

You laughed once again as you gently wiped your tears not to mess your perfectly applicated make up. He slipped the ring on your finger and kissed your hand 

“Let’s eat and then I can take my dessert in the bedroom”

“Can’t wait mister Park”