#mystic messenger prompt

[xxsycamore]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ━ ≪ VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2024 ≫

Welcome to the fifth annual installment of Visions of Temptation, a multifandom kinktober prompt list/creation challenge! ►Under the cut you will find both lists written down in blank format. You’ll also find a short explanation of some of the lesser-known kinks.

███ GUIDELINES

► minors DNI!

► The two lists are absolutely free to use across all fandoms, with a main focus on otome games. If you’re a writer, artist, visual graphic creator, etc., you can use these lists to create your kinktober works.

►You can share this with your followers and open requests using these lists.

► In the kink list, you can choose a kink to work with for each day of October, while in the other list, you have 31 dialogue prompts. It’s up to you whether you choose to follow one of the lists or both, and to combine them or not. You don't have to follow just one list either - mix and match them if you'd like!

► Make sure to put content warnings where needed.

► Unlike most of my challenges, this one won't have a masterlist featuring the works created for it, meaning that it won't have a deadline either - feel free to complete it at your own pace.

► About credit: Make sure to mention the challenge itself and its creator. I’d be happy to see your works, so please tag me when using my list here on tumblr! Posting to other sites is fine, as long as you credit me :)  

►In order for us to find each other's works and appreciate them, please make sure to use the tag " #visions of temptation 2024 " !

►Don't hesitate to reach out if you have a question! My askbox is always open!

►Remember to have fun and not stress over this really long challenge! ❤

targeted fandoms: Ikeseries (Ikemen Villains; Ikemen Prince; Ikemen Vampire; Ikemen Sengoku + other cybird games); Love and Deepspace; Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr. Love: Queen's Choice; Count of Darkness; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger; Lovebrush Chronicles; Light and Night + all other mobile/console otome you can think of. Remember, this is just the focus of the challenge - you can write for any fandom at all!

Depending on how much free time i've got on my hands, I'll also be checking out your works and reblogging them on my main blog, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly - under the tag "#vot '24 reblogs" :)

If you're wondering if I'm taking requests for my challenge, make sure to check my blog beforehand. At the moment of posting this, requests are closed - but that might change in the future.

███ PROMPTS

► both lists in blank format + handy explanation of some of the kinks under the cut.

Happy creating, everyone and may you have a great October! ❤

KINK LIST:

 Porn Actors AU  |  Anonymous Sex/One-night Stand

 Gloryholes  |  Handjobs/Fingering

 Phone sex  | Guided Touching 

 Orgasm Control  |  Bondage/Shibari

 Make up Sex  |  Mirror Sex

 Feather Play  |  Coming Untouched

 Sensory Deprivation  |  Sex Toys/Object Insertion

 Workplace Sex  |  Sex in a Vehicle 

 Choking/Breath play  | Dacryphilia

 Accidental Stimulation  |  Body Part Worship 

 Wet Dreams  |  Sexual Fantasy

 First Times  |  Role Reversal

 Fetish Clothing & Accessories |  Striptease

 Bathroom sex  |   Outdoor/Public sex

 Discipline & Punishment  |  Degradation/Praise Kink 

 Nipple Orgasms  |  Lactation/Pregnant sex 

 Blade/Gun Play  |  Spanking/Impact play 

 Intoxication/Hypnosis/Aphrodisiacs  |   Dry Humping

 Watersports  |  Begging 

 Food Play  |  Come Play

 Anal Sex/Pegging |  Size Difference

 Omegaverse/Breeding  |  Petplay 

 Massages  |  Temperature Play 

 Facesitting  |  Deepthroating

 Voyeurism/Exhibitionism  |  Getting Caught 

 Spitroasting  |  Double Penetration 

 Casual Sex/FWB  |  Switching Partners 

 Biting/Marking  |  Jealousy/Possessiveness 

 Sex Games/Dares  |  Trying New Positions     

 Cockwarming/Somnophilia  | Foreplay/Aftercare focus

Non-human characters/traits |  Sexual Roleplay 

DIALOGUE LIST:

 "I have no plans of stopping anytime soon."

"You have to say it. Use your words."

"See this? It's going to go inside you."

"Hush now. I'm only trying to help you."

"Let's see how long you can last."

"You know what happens when you do that."

"Maybe I should be punished?"

"Look at you, you're taking it so well."

 "We can go, or we can stay here and fuck."

"And here I thought you were an innocent one."

"Go on, put it in yourself."

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"Don't tease now. Be nice."

"I want to watch you come just from this."

"Beg me to be gentle."

"You thought you could get away with seducing me?"

"One more orgasm and I'll untie you."

"You look good like that. Thoroughly loved."

"I thought this is what you wanted?"

"I love that you're only making this erotic face for me."

"Poor thing, you're barely standing on your legs."

"Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet."

"That's it, you're doing such a good job."

"I can't stand a second more of not being inside you."

"Did the risk turn you on so much?"

"Oh, you'll regret letting me know that you like this."

"Come here. I'll make it all better."

"You're breathtaking. It makes me desire you so much."

"Seems like we can't keep our hands to ourselves."

"You feel so good. I don't ever want to stop."

"I've got much more in store for you."

some prompts explained...

Gloryholes - A person inserting their sexual organ through a hole in the wall with the intention to be pleasured from the other side.

Anonymous sex - Here's an idea: masquerade balls.

Orgasm Control - Can include Edging, Forced Orgasms, Orgasm denial.

Make up sex - Sex after an argument.

Mirror sex - Sex in front of a mirror.

Sensory Deprivation - Blocking stimuli from one or more of the senses. Example - Blindfolds.

Dacryphilia - Being turned on by your partner crying during sex.

Sexual Fantasy - Sharing/being made to share about a sexual fantasy, masturbating to a sexual fantasy, or helping your partner live out a sexual fantasy.

Role reversal - Swapping the giving and receiving role during intercourse.

Voyeurism - secretly watching someone participate in sexual activities or do something private and intimate like taking off their clothes.

Watersports - Everything involving pee. Holding it in, Golden showers, etc.

Come play - Anything to do with a partner's cum, for example Come marking.

Spitroasting - A three-way sex act in which a person is penetrated orally and anally/vaginally at the same time.

Omegaverse - A kink-trope-universe build around a hierarchy of biological roles: alphas>betas>omegas.

Somnophilia - Intercourse while a sexual partner is asleep.

FWB - Friends with benefits.

Switching partners - Two or more couples having intercourse at the same time, swapping/switching their partners.

Impact play - Slapping a sexual partner, could be across the face or on their rear.

Sexual roleplay - doctor/patient play, boss/employee play, all kinds of play pretend.

Hope these could be of help! Remember, you can always come ask if something's unclear. Once again, happy creating! ❤

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober day 6-- Skull/Possession

You’re a demon. You try to possess Suit Saeran and get more than you bargained for (931 words)

As a general rule, demons such as yourself prefer a human host. However, once you were summoned to this place called Magenta, you found it practically impossible to locate one that would be suitable. The closer you got to the humans populating the compound, the more clearly you could feel their ear-splitting headaches, rattling your skull to the point that you knew you’d never be able to carry out your demonic duties here on Earth if you remained in one of their bodies.

So you settled for the next best thing. Like all demons, if you can’t get a human host, then you’d be almost as happy to possess a computer. You’d prefer to have access to a brand-new device, the larger the better, and not one that can be closed or turned off easily. Considering these stipulations, the Mint Eye computers aren’t half bad. 

In the few days that you have occupied this computer, only one human has touched it: a thin man in a black suit. If the bags under his eyes don’t make it clear that he’s not taking care of himself, then his habits certainly do. You don’t know the man’s name, because nobody has come in here to call him by it. He rarely ever leaves his workspace; he sleeps at his desk for only a few minutes at a time, and his meals (also taken right in front of you) consist of snacks chased by a strange blue beverage that absolutely radiates negative energy. He spends hours each day engaging with green code on a black screen, and even from inside the computer, you can’t make very much sense of the tasks that he’s doing. All you know is that his work habits are taking a toll on his physical and mental health.

So, your plan is simple: you’re going to do whatever you can to ensure that this human takes a break. 

Your first tactic is to render his computer unusable for a short period to allow the poor man some rest. As a demon, an agent of chaos, this is no great feat for you— but the programmer simply redirects his attention to another computer and continues his efforts there. You can’t possess every device at once, of course— but you can use your current position to disconnect the Mint Eye server. 

The programmer’s first response is to start hitting various items of mechanical equipment within his intelligence room. Your computer can’t feel pain, of course— that’s a blessing for you, since as long as you’re inside the device, you can’t get hurt, either. You can, however, see exactly where this is going— either your human will bust his knuckles on metal hardware, or he’ll stay up all night trying to fix the unfixable server. Or both, knowing him.

So you reverse the damage and begin concocting a plan even more foolproof than the last. It’s so simple: you’ll just possess the human momentarily, feed him, put him to bed, and let him wake up well taken-care of. Humans are such malleable creatures, and as a demon, you’ve never exactly been kind to them before— but half the time, they don’t even notice that they’ve been possessed. Surely, this guy will be just as easy to direct as all the others. 

So, when he puts his fingers to the keys, you slip into them, squeezing yourself through his blood vessels to reach into his mind. It’s cozy inside his skull— you’ve possessed humans before, but it’s never felt so crowded. Intuitively, you arrive at the understanding of his name: Saeran. It’s a pretty name, and it suits him well; it rolls around through every corner of your being as you orient yourself in this human’s head. 

The knowledge of his name opens the door to a good deal of other knowledge to which you had not previously been party. In horrifying flashes, you’re greeted with this man’s reality: Saeran has spent his entire life being manipulated and forced to act by others. Though, much to your surprise, there are parts of his consciousness that you just can’t access— that’s never happened before— one thing is incredibly clear. Your plan, while well-intentioned, would only constitute one more person forcing him to do something that he didn’t want to do. You would only be hurting him further, which is not what you want at all. You like this human. You want him to enjoy his life. 

As fast as you can, you retreat back into the computer, nestling into the comforting embrace of familiar wires and circuit boards. Then, you set to work. Just because you can’t guide Saeran as you initially intended doesn’t mean you can’t help him in any way. You rearrange the pixels on the machine you inhabit to spell out a message for him: “You matter.” It’s not much— you aren’t really one for all that sappy stuff— but it seems like a reminder he might need. 

Somewhat predictably, Saeran’s response is to slap the side of the computer. “Ugh—what the hell is going on?” He demands, clearly more frustrated than anything else. Yet another of your well-intentioned plans has failed miserably: of course he would view your cryptic words as a manipulation tactic. Deceit and betrayal are all he’s ever known. “Is this some new trick?” He mutters under his breath, cocking his head to the side as he studies your message. 

You allow the text to dissolve into the lines of code that you know he expects to see, resolving nevertheless to continue your efforts to comfort this human.

[marshmallowprotection]

“are you blushing?! that’s adorable.” For GE Saeran please

Saeran practically beamed cheek from cheek as he leaned over you. There was hardly any room for you to think about anything but how close he was to you. He was so close that there was no way for you to tell which heartbeat was pumping wildly out of control, his or yours. 

You didn't want to look away, but you could feel your heart beating out of your chest the longer he stared at you with such sincerity.

It might have been mortifying to have him realize just how easy it was to make you blush, but there was a part of you that knew he knew he could do that well before where you were today. He didn't stop paying attention to everything you did, so he probably noticed long before you did that your instinctual reaction to the butterflies in your chest whenever he giggled was to turn beat red.

Every time he looked at you like that, the only thing you wanted to do was ask him to never look away for the rest of your lives.

It was selfish but to have him smile at you made you feel like you were walking on sunshine. However, he was the one who taught you that it was more than okay to be selfish, and he learned the same from you, so why in the world couldn't you enjoy the sweet moment together?

"Are you blushing? That's adorable," he cooed.

You glanced away, but you didn't turn away from his embrace. "What about it? I think it's wonderful to hear you laughing. You haven't had the opportunity to do that freely for a long time, either. Why wouldn't I be stunned by the sound of something that was once suppressed?"

Why wouldn't you be overwhelmed by the sound of his laughter? It was a blessing. He deserved to be able to laugh like that for the rest of his life.

"I'll keep laughing... because I'm lucky to have you in my life."

[ciaossu-imagines]

So for Day 16 of the event, I used prompt 16 and the word ‘lies’ for Saeyoung from Mystic Messenger! Thanks so much for putting up with all the unrequested posts on here and I hope you all enjoy the headcanons 😊

Lies

I’m going to be completely and totally honest with you lovely readers here – Saeyoung can lie as easily as he breathes. It’s a trait that he’s really had to learn to develop throughout his life, not just in his work but even growing up with his mother where he had to learn to lie with a straight face and have her believe him to keep both him and Saeran safe.

That habit only had to strengthen when he went to work. He could never tell anyone who he really was – he had to lie about how he grew up, had to lie about his birth name (which is part of what led to him taking on a baptismal name, on top of him finding religion), had to lie or distract from what he actually does in his job. There’s so much of him that is lies, pranks, distractions, that at points, he felt drowned in all the lies in his life, where he almost loses sight of who he actually is under all those lies.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be honest, he just doesn’t really know how and the thought of being completely honest and transparent and letting anyone fully know him? It’s something that terrifies him, on a very base level. He downplays it, knows how to use humour and silliness to make sure people don’t really see it, but along the way, the lies really did help him feel safer.

Even when, after everything that happens on his route, he gets love and his family back, Saeyoung really struggles to tell the truth. Lying is a habit for him, and it’s a hard one for him to break. He has little reason to tell lies anymore but he just can’t seem to stop himself, especially if what he’s lying about is something actually important to him or something that’s close to who he is and what he feels and how he thinks.

His loved ones and his friends will have to be patient with him. It doesn’t mean they should tolerate his lies and can’t call him out on them, but they should be gentle with him and try to be understanding. When something has been that big a part of your life for so long, it’s not easy to just stop. He will get better about telling the truth and being more vulnerable, but they need to give him time.

Of course, it’s Saeran that Saeyoung has the easiest time getting comfortable being completely honest with first and Saeran is also the one who challenges him the most on his lies, but in a way that Seven responds the best too.

Vanderwood and Yoosung remain the ones that Seven continually finds himself telling fibs and lies too, though eventually it really is just because he finds pranking those two or getting reactions out of those two too hilarious not to.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

🧡 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 2 - AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE (AU)-THEMED OTOME CONTENT CREATION CHALLENGE

For the second time, @xxsycamore and I are bringing to you a week-long exploration of the trope Alternative Universe! (link to last year’s challenge here)

→ GENERAL RULES

Works of all forms are welcome! Fanarts, fanfics, headcanons, etc.

Limited to otome fandoms - mobile otome games such as: IkeSeries (Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Villains, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Genjiden); Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr Love: Queen’s Choice; Light and Night; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger and others, as well as console otomes.

This challenge takes place between June 19th and June 25th, 2023. The deadline for posting your works is July 15th (until midnight, UTC+2).

Instead of making the masterlist after the deadline, @xxsycamore who is in charge of it will try to create the post in advance and update it regularly during the challenge. Don’t hesitate to contact us if your work was done within the deadline but wasn’t featured in the masterlist. Or, if you prefer not to be featured on the masterlist instead!

When posting your works, use the tag #different universe same love ccc - you can as well tag @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady in your posts! It will help us find your work easier!

Posting to other sites is allowed - as long as you mention the challenge and its creators.

Reblogs are appreciated!

→ CONTENT RULES

This challenge features a list of 14 AU prompts, two for each day, plus 7 dialogue prompts which you can match to your liking, if you want to. You’re free to create a work based on whichever AU you like more for that day. You can also create works for both AU prompts, and you can also mix the two prompts into one work! Whatever suits your preferences :) You can create more than one work for the same prompt, too!

You can find the lists of prompts on the banner above, as well at the bottom of this post.

Under the cut, you will also find a short explanation of each AU prompt, just in case there is anything unclear about them.

Any additional rules are up to the content creators. You are free to choose the rating(make sure to mark your NSFW works accordingly, and if you’re minor, make sure not to interact with such!), and also the genre (the challenge’s main focus is romantic love, but it is not obligatory for your work to be of such genre), all characters and ships included are up to you (OCs, character x MC, character x character, etc.)

You’re free to take requests from your audience using these prompt lists, again please make sure to mention the challenge and its creators.

You’re absolutely free to post your works for this challenge after its deadline, July 15th - but please note that they won’t be featured in the masterlist!

The final and most important rule is to have fun and not pressure yourself about full completion of the challenge. Do only as many works as you wish! :)

Here is a free-to-use banner/header for the challenge!:

If you have any additional questions, we’ll be happy to help. There is no such thing as a stupid question, so don’t hesitate to get in contact with us! We wish you happy creating!

→ THE LISTS

Day 1 - June 19th- Bodyguard AU | Mafia AU

Day 2 - June 20th- Angels and Demons AU | Pirate/Mermaid AU

Day 3 - June 21st- Social Media AU |Coffee/Flower shop AU

Day 4 - June 22nd- Celebrity AU | Bookstore AU

Day 5 - June 23rd - Forbidden love AU | Soulmates AU

Day 6 - June 24th- Office AU | Circus/Magic AU

Day 7 - June 25th- FREE DAY (an AU of your choice!)

Dialogue prompts:

“Him? Are you kidding me? He’s not even my type!”

“We didn’t even exchange numbers! I’m such a fool.”

“We should have never met.”

“Ah, it’s you again! Do you come here often?”

“I’ll be waiting at our spot. Make sure no one sees you.”

“Promise me we will always have each other.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again someday.”

Under the cut you’ll find a short explanation of each AU:

Bodyguard AU - character A is appointed to protect character B

Mafia AU - an extension of Mobster AU, with a mafia setting - typically involves rivalry and enemies-to-lovers tropes

Angels and Demons AU - typically depicts the forbidden love between character A who is an angel and character B who is a demon. You can also write about Fallen angels/Ascended demons.

Pirate/Mermaid AU - an AU that features merfolk characters or pirates - or both!

Social Media AU - an AU where the characters meet on social media and begin their friendship/relationship online.

Coffee/Flower shop AU - typically resolves around a small business that character A either owns or works at, and their loyal customer, character B; but they can also be both customers, or coworkers.

Celebrity AU - placing your character(s) in a setting where they’re famous. Other characters could be their fans; working with them, meeting them by chance…

Bookstore AU - similar to Coffee/Flower shop AU.

Forbidden love AU - a setting where the characters are forbidden from being together for whatever reason.

Soulmates AU - a setting where everyone has One True Love and the ways of finding it varies depending on the creator. An example of a popular Soulmate AU is “Your soulmate’s name is written on you”.

Office AU - a setting where the characters work together in an office.

Circus/Magic AU - a setting where the characters either work in the circus or are magic users - the latter involves anything fantasy-related, basically.

FREE DAY - The last day of this challenge is for you to choose your own prompt! It can perfectly well overlap with an already existing prompt. Maybe your favorite Alternative Universe wasn’t in the list above? This is your chance to include your idea in the list :)

ONCE AGAIN, HAPPY CREATING! WE CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOUR CREATIONS 🧡

[seraphhskies]

bad end - jumin han

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Jumin Han x Fem. Reader | Smut

Prompt: Collaring

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Bad end route (iykyk), 18+, language, dark implications (but presented in a fluffy way)

A/N: This is one of my favorite pieces for this month! I hope you enjoy, hopefully more will come at a later date!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Soft kisses were being peppered on your skin, your neck laid bare for the man behind you. A collar was in his hands. A deep, dark red that contrasted your skin tone deliciously. The white dress that Jumin had chosen for you fit you perfectly, your partner taking his time and admiring you.

Your hands were already bound, willingly- of course. Your shoes, the same deep red as the ribbons and collar, were linked. Long enough that you could walk and move, but short enough that running wasn’t an option. 

Jumin’s hands were gentle and soft. He moved your hair out of the way, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You look exquisite, my dear.” He murmured in your ear. You shuddered, heat pooling in your stomach. 

Nothing about this was healthy, a voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to leave, that he shouldn’t be doing this. Yet, as his hand ever so gently traced your skin, that voice disappeared. 

Jumin loved you. You were safe, as long as you were with him.

The collar was beautiful, you had gasped in awe when he brought it out. As he placed it around your neck, making sure that it wasn’t too tight before clasping it, he spoke reassuring words into your ear. 

“Thank you, sir.” Your voice felt small, but you meant every word. 

Jumin smiled slightly, pleased at your response. He hadn’t even had to tell you what to do. 

“How clever.” He practically cooed in your ear, turning you around to face him. His eyes were gentle, but there was a darkness there that you had never noticed before. Had it always been there? 

You smiled, a bit of pride in your chest at his praise. 

“You must remember,” He began, voice firm. “Wear these shoes at all times. You may not go past the kitchen, or the alarms will go off. I will not lose you like…” He trailed off, but you knew exactly who he meant.

Elizabeth the Third. You frowned, heart aching to reassure him that you would never leave. It bothered you deeply that you had never found the poor cat. Although, Zen had some unkind words to say about the cat’s disappearance.

You cupped his face. “I will not go anywhere.” You promised. “I belong with you.”

Jumin smiled, pressing a kiss to your palm. “What a lovely pet you are.” He replied. “These are simply precautions,” He murmured, drawing you close. “I must keep you safe, dear.”

“I know you’ll protect me.” You breathed, utterly entranced by him. His hand came up to stroke your hair, a feeling that had you leaning into his touch. Every time he touched you, you felt as though you would never get enough. 

“Good girl.” He hummed, a dangerously handsome tilt to his grin. 

Your heart felt as though it were beating a mile a minute, threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment. Then, you thought of something that caused you to frown.

Jumin noticed immediately, hands going to your arms in concern. “What’s bothering you, darling?”

“Am I…” You paused, unsure how to phrase the question. “Am I going to have to sleep in the shoes?” 

He stared at you for a moment, before a smile appeared on his face. “Of course not, pet. You’ll just be locked in the room. I will put them back on you in the morning and you will be free to roam.” 

You sighed in relief, nodding. 

“You will sleep with me, in here.” He continued, and you smiled. “Do you have any more questions, my dear?” Jumin asked, his shoulders relaxing. You had never seen him so calm, a sense of pride filling you- knowing that it was your love and reassurance that was the cause.

“No sir.” You shook your head. 

He rewarded you with a chaste kiss, your eyes fluttering open to look at his when he pulled away. 

Jumin was cautious in his ministrations as he prepared the two of you for bed. Every touch lingered, soft and reassuring and warm in your eyes. He washed your hair, though allowed you to scrub the rest of you clean.

The two of you brushed your teeth together, and Jumin had carefully placed your sleep wear on the counter in the bathroom and gave you privacy to change. You frowned, realizing that the collar that he had placed on you was not in the bathroom.

You peeked your head out curiously, finding the man lounging with a book on the bed. He looked up at you, gaze inquiring. 

“My collar?” You frowned, stepping out fully as you asked. You ignored any instincts that said you shouldn’t be asking for a man to put a collar on you- but this wasn’t any man. It was Jumin. Your Jumin.

He hummed, pointing to the nightstand. “I thought you would be most comfortable sleeping without it. I can put it on for you, if you wish.” 

“Please.” You nodded, internally lighting up at the pleased look on his face. 

Jumin retrieved it for you, and you watched attentively. He sat at the edge of the bed, and you reacted without thinking. You climbed onto your knees, sitting up straight in front of him on the floor. 

His eyes widened, clearly not expecting that from you. A shaky exhale left him, but he kept his composure as you looked up at him with doe-like eyes. His cock jumped at the sight, and the growing bulge in his pants was far from unnoticeable.

“What an obedient pet,” He murmured, almost dazed, as he ever so carefully placed the collar around your throat. It wasn’t as though the two of you had never done anything before, of course, and you’d both thoroughly discussed everything beforehand. 

“Thank you, sir.” You said, trying and failing to avert your gaze from his lap. It was hard to ignore the way your mouth watered, but Jumin had other plans for you. He drew you close, pulling you up and to his lips. 

A pleased sigh left your mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you. His lips were soft, but they moved firmly against your own. 

When his lips parted from yours, you made up your mind to ask. “May I…?” A simple look down had him understanding, his lips twitching slightly in amusement. 

“You may.” He replied, enamored with the way you smiled back at him.

You settled back on your knees, watching as Jumin sat back a little more. He assisted you as you tugged down his sweatpants. Your eyes flickered to his as his cock was freed- seeing the swirl of desire in them. 

Every part of him was gorgeous, you sighed to yourself. 

Your hand wrapped along his length, eliciting a small gasp from him as you began to move. You kept a steady rhythm, going slow as though you were afraid to break the gentle spell that seemed to be placed over the two of you. 

Jumin was surprisingly responsive, and it shocked you every time. His brows furrowed as he watched you, a pleased sound in the back of his throat as you quickened your pace a bit. The both of you seemed slightly mesmerized by the view.

When you were content, you leaned forward. You licked a stripe along his length, relishing in the way he shuddered and moaned for you. The sounds he made shot straight to your core.

He was gazing at you through half-lidded eyes, a hand coming to grip your hair as you gained confidence. You took as much as you could of him into your mouth, looking up and meeting his eyes as you began to bob. 

“Good girl,” He moaned, and it was your turn to whimper. The ache between your legs was hard to ignore, your hand finding its way between your legs to work your clit. Jumin, ever observant, noticed- saying nothing to stop you. 

Your eyes closed, taking his lack of words as permission. 

His eyes were trained on you, the way you moaned and whined even as your mouth was full of his cock. He felt a coil tighten in his stomach, appreciating both the sounds and the view more than he’d ever admit. 

“Such a pretty pet,” He cooed, sounding as though he was struggling to keep the moan out of his voice. He sounded so pretty, so affected by you.

Your tongue was swirling around his length and you kept a consistent rhythm. You were embarrassingly wet, practically soaked for him. You could feel your own orgasm approaching, and the way Jumin’s cock was twitching meant he was about as close as you were. 

You looked up at him once more, eyes watering as you went down as far as you could. A choked moan left him, Jumin’s head tilting back in ecstasy. 

“Your mouth is divine,” He groaned, hand tightening ever so slightly in your hair.

You hummed in response, and his hips bucked at the vibration. Your hand was frantic, hips chasing your high. “Ah-” Jumin whimpered. “So close, darling. Just a little more for me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine.

You obliged, of course, sucking hard and taking as much of him in as you could. A surprised hiss left Jumin’s mouth, catching him off guard. With a broken moan and no time to warn you, his release shot into your mouth. 

You fought a gag, eyebrows knitting together as you focused on breathing through your nose.

His chest heaved, panting as he rode out his high. You were so close, barely remembering to pull off of him when he began to wince from oversensitivity. 

A whine broke from your throat, catching his attention and reminding him that you hadn’t cum yet. “You can cum, pretty girl.” Jumin said, eyes fond and full of pride as you waited for his permission. 

His words sent you over the edge. Your legs trembled as relief coursed through your body, murmuring ‘thank you’s’ as you came. You were practically seeing stars, and Jumin was quick to guide you to the bed as soon as you relaxed.

Pulling his pants up, he stood to go grab you both a towel and gently cleaned you both. His touch was cool against your skin, though he really was  just as hot as you. He murmured reassurances and loving phrases to you until your eyelids began to flutter, and he turned off the light.

“Sleep well, my darling.” He hummed, pressing gentle kisses to your head and cradling you against his chest.

[bluejay-writes]

MysticTober Day 13: Decipher This

Rating: T Prompt: Vanderwood/MC || Secret WordCount: 1263 Summary: The new member of the RFA seems familiar somehow. Author's Notes: This fic is either a massive troll or a Chapter 1, so... let me know if you want to see more of this one.

Of all the jobs that Vanderwood had done for the Agency over the years, they had to admit they were happiest being Zero Seven’s handler.  It wasn’t the most glamorous job, wasn’t necessarily using their best skills most of the time, but it also kept them decently out of danger, and afforded them the luxury of breaking rules they thought were garbage.

They hadn’t really thought too hard about the Agency’s rules about interpersonal relationships.  On the surface it made perfect sense that attachments were forbidden, given that if a job went bad you might have to completely erase yourself and start new somewhere else entirely leaving them behind. But it could also mean that they were used against you.  Of course, Vanderwood knew that the people most likely to use a partner against them were the Agency themselves, but it still stood as a good enough reason, until they started being Zero Seven’s handler.

Zero Seven was an enigma.  They’d started being his handler a little over eight years ago, when he was just a bright kid who would do just about anything the agency asked him to do.  Study abroad? Great!  Track down this person with the explicit explanation that it was for them to be take out? Done.  Over time, in private he had mellowed the way most of the agency techs had.  He did his work on his own schedule, and very rarely did he need to be reminded to get things done before the deadline. Usually he only got behind if it had something to do with that charity group he was for some unknown reason allowed to stay a part of even after joining the agency. Around them, he was still the jokester kid that he’d been when just twelve.  Vanderwood wished the melancholy hacker was the fake version of Zero Seven… but they knew better.

Vanderwood knew that if someone were disappeared for any reason, Zero Seven could find them, alive if possible, but he’d find proof of death if not. And so, the rules from the agency about attachments were revealed to be what they truly were - yet another way to keep a choke-hold on their agents. As long as the ties were sanctioned by the Agency (like that charity group) or kept secret from them, they were safe.

Most of the time, the only potential tie Vanderwood cared about was their charge.  They thought about Zero Seven like the younger brother they’d always wanted.  They knew no family before the agency, but… they liked to think they had a tiny one, now.  Zero Seven seemed to care about the charity group, and occasionally he’d wonder aloud (usually when he thought Vanderwood couldn’t hear him) about how ‘Saeran’ was doing.  So of course Vanderwood noticed when he received the improbable floppy disc of photos of a less-trained version of himself - clearly a twin brother - that Vanderwood understood.  Zero Seven had sacrificed his relationship with his twin in order to keep said twin safe and happy.  They’d taken a private look at the disc, and no matter how they looked at it, all of those photos were taken on the same day.  The boy was wearing contact lenses and his hair had recently been dyed. If it wasn’t for the fact that Zero Seven needed glasses, they might not have thought to look for the contacts - but they were colored. The boy in the photo had green eyes, and there were telltale marks from hair dye along his hairline and the tips of his ears.  How had Zero Seven missed this? Wishful thinking?

Something had happened to his twin, and Vanderwood was determined to find out what it was, even if they had to enlist help to do it.  Clearly the agency was complicit - the disk of photos had come from one of the charity group. They would have to look outside the agency for help.  They’d crossed paths with people from other agencies as well as independents, a number of whom could probably find out the information that they wanted to know. The best choice was the agent hiding in plain sight as an investigative journalist; Cypher Jones. If anyone could figure this out, it would be her.

Seven knew that Vanderwood was hiding something. Every agent had secrets, but lately they would come back agitated about something and an agitated Vanderwood never did bode well for his ability to slack off. Really any emotion out of Vanderwood was a bad sign.  So at least his work was getting done in a timely manner, since he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Vanderwood’s ire.

On the bright side, they hadn’t gotten on his case about being in the RFA chat so much, so he’d been able to spend more time with his friends.  He really did think of them as friends, even though he wasn’t supposed to get attached to people as per the agency rules.  But if Vanderwood wasn’t complaining even after all these years, well, he was going to run with it.

But that led him to today, when he was out of work to get done and everyone was in chat, which was awesome, but Vanderwood came in tense.

“What is it, Vandy?”

“Don’t call me that. It’s just that I lost contact with someone.”

“I can—“

“No.”

“But if it’s someone important—”

“You can’t.”

“Ugh, fine.”

It wasn’t another agent. There was no way, or they would have used everything at their disposal agency-wise to keep track of them.  Which meant. Vanderwood was hiding a friend.  Seven wanted to tease them to death, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.  Having confirmation that Vanderwood was hiding an illicit relationship (be it romantic or platonic, it didn’t matter to Seven) was everything. But the fact that they’d lost contact took it off the table as a teasing subject. He’d just have to try to get Vanderwood to talk to him about it later.  For the time being they’d settled on the couch in his office, and were tapping away at their phone.  Seven went back to the RFA chat, only to realize there was someone new in it.  Someone unauthorized.

“Holy shit.” He said, pulling up the app code and tapping away to dig into the user database and figure out where they came from.

“What, Zero Seven?” Vanderwood asked from the couch, and Seven knew they were probably expecting his usual silliness.

“There’s someone new in the RFA Chat.”

“Huh.” Vanderwood said. “New recruit?”

“Well that’s just the thing. No. I think they hacked in.”

His fingers were flying over the keys, and he even told the chat that his fingers were trembling as he hacked.  Not true, but they were going fast enough that no one could tell if he was lying, excepting maybe Vanderwood, who saw everything.

Vanderwood had perked up behind him, watching his screens, which was eerie, but he was pretty used to it. 

“Huh, she’s in Rika’s old apartment.” Seven said, even as Vanderwood stood and came over to… well, he’d normally have said inspect his work, but it seemed like Vanderwood was just standing there for moral support. Weird, but not unwanted.

Seven clicked a few times and brought the camera feeds from Rika’s apartment up onto one of his side monitors. There, standing looking down at her cell phone with her long brown hair half-obscuring her confused expression, was a girl.

“What?!” Behind him, Vanderwood seemed to choke on nothing and their phone clattered to the floor. 

“What is Cypher doing there?”

[mathitas]

I’d love to receive some requests so you’re free to ask anything you’d like to read

[brighteststar707]

Lollipop 🍭 for Saeyoung (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

She/her pronouns. Maybe like mc falls for him not expecting much back but then with time realizes that he might have feelings for her too? I think this would be fun to see in the post SE timeline when Saeyoung can take time falling in love. And MC wasn't pushy or invasive in his route, she was understanding! She helped Saeyoung bring Saeran back and kept supporting him any way she could during Saeran's recovery. As she spends more time with Saeyoung she realizes that she has genuine feelings for him and she notices that he might be feeling the same way. This might be a bit too much backstory for a drabble 😅 do feel free to add or change anything you like! I'm excited to read it ♥️♥️ congrats again for 300 followers!🥳💕💕

Lucy! Thank you for your patience!

This request was a lot of fun to write, though it did take me some time to figure out how best to frame it. Don't apologise for the extra backstory, I love hearing about the ideas you have in mind!

The concept of Saeyoung and his MC falling for each other slowly after the events of his route is one I really enjoy. It's probably a lot healthier than what happens in the route. He needs his time to come to terms with everything else before ever considering love.

I took most of your prompt and changed the perspective a bit, so it's Saeyoung realizing his feelings after everything is said and done. I hope you enjoy <3

✧ Lollipop ~ Having a crush

Today’s outing takes a detour to a little coffee shop. After a few hours of walking around the park and exploring different shops, they’d both like a break. It’s an unremarkable building, the kind of place that’s easy to miss if you’re not paying attention but surprisingly, the inside is warm and welcoming, like a little hideaway from the streets outside. Saeyoung likes it from the moment they enter. How she ever found this place, he doesn’t know.

They pick a good variety of pastries from the case to go with their drinks – they’ve never been the type to do half-measures – and then settle into a booth by the window. He sits opposite her, and the table is small enough that his legs risk bumping into hers. He tucks them under his chair instead.

Since the twins' lives had settled into a new sort of normal in the bunker, Saeyoung had found himself with a lot more free time on his hands. Saeran did not need him in the ways he once did (in fact, his independence is key to his recovery). The agency had imploded and his father had finally been served justice. He wasn’t sure what was left for him to do except stare at the walls of his office. He had never had any ambitions beyond the life he had been previously living. They were never allowed.  

She had caught him in the middle of a crisis where he had spent weeks closed up indoors panicking about the openness of his future. She encouraged him to come outside with her, it had been so long since they had last seen each other, after all. They went for a walk around the empty land surrounding where he lived, talked about life, the little things, and then later the big scary things. 

This gesture of hers had awoken in him a feverish desire to catch up on everything at once, the life he had been missing all this time. They immediately started making plans for when to meet up next, where to go and what to do.

No two outings so far have been the same. Sometimes, they just pick random exits off the highway to go exploring. Other times, they went to the cinema or a museum. The RFA joined them sometimes, like the time they managed to convince Jumin to hold a game night at his penthouse (those shiny new consoles were just begging to be used) and the time they all went together to watch Zen perform in his latest show. Saeran even agreed to join once or twice, like when they got ice cream at the park or when they went to go visit an art gallery. A lot of the time, though, it was just the two of them.

They didn't mind it that way. It was no secret that they had always been closer than the others. Even from the beginning, when they were just strangers in a chatroom, they managed to still joke around in ways the others didn’t understand. There was an understanding between them, a product of their personalities and the things they had been through, that would be difficult to replicate with anyone else.

Even now, as they sit in the café sipping their drinks, the silence is comfortable. He can read the expression on her face as she watches the people walk by from the quirk in her eyebrows and the slight smile that curves the corners of her mouth.

She catches him watching her, though, and quickly locks her eyes on his.

She flashes him a cheeky smile and says, “Something catch your eye?” and his stomach does somersaults. Did she always look like that?

Despite all the time they had spent together, both before Mint Eye and after, sometimes it felt like he was still just noticing things about her he probably should have noticed before this. The smell of her shampoo when she got into his car earlier today. Her arm brushing against his when reaching for a book on a shelf next to him. The proximity of their knees under the table.

If he looks visibly flustered, she doesn't let on. She instead replaces her question with another one. She asks him about how life is going in the bunker. How he is coping, how Saeran is coping.

He tells her that he is looking at houses, that he's trying to find the best way to broach the idea of moving to Saeran. How to involve him in the process, so he has a say in where they end up living. He tells her that it's getting easier on most days to talk to each other.

He doesn't give her the half-answers he's used to giving. How could he? She has seen him in his entirety, at his worst as well as his best. It's no use lying to her even if he wanted to; she has been involved with their reuniting and recovery since day one.

She is the reason he survived the whole ordeal at all. When he was falling to pieces at the apartment, she was the one who brought him food, who didn't try to pry. She stubbornly refused to let him punish himself for things that weren't his fault. Then, when it was time for him to go and rescue Saeran, she agreed to go with him without question.

He remembers waking up at the hospital and finding her curled up asleep on a very uncomfortable looking chair. She hadn’t left, even after they got rescued. No, she remained until he was discharged, bringing with her well-wishes from the others and news on Saeran’s recovery. She is the one who broke the news to him about V and who let him air out his frustrations as well as his grief.

When he was finally discharged, she promised him that she was just a call away. He thanked her (he will likely never stop thanking her) but promised himself that he would not burden her with any more of his troubles.

He went on to focus on Saeran’s care. It was worse than he could have imagined, to see his brother in that state. The anger, he could take. He deserved it. But the emptiness, the apathy he saw from the person he once knew to be so joyful scared him like nothing else. He could rescue Saeran from Rika and the drugs she put him under. He could not force him to keep living if he didn't wan to, however.

That’s how he ended up calling her again. From then on, she often accompanied him to hospital visits. She’d wait for him in the waiting room every time he went in, and on days when he couldn’t, she would go in instead. Afterwards, she’d encourage him to talk about the things on his mind. She was the first person to hear about his plan to break Saeran out of the hospital.

He allowed himself to accept help from her and offered her the same support in return. On more than one occasion he stayed on the phone with her till she fell asleep because memories of the basement cell and gunshots and screams were keeping her up. He understood that some things she’d never be able to explain to anyone else.

As he rebuilt his life, she was an essential part of it. He survived because of her friendship and promise that he would never be alone if he didn't want to be.

The time passes quickly as they share pastries and discuss the pros and cons of the different types of houses he is considering. He isn’t sure when their adventures became more about seeing her than doing whatever activity they had planned. When he started calling her just to ask her what she was doing and to hear the sound of her voice on the other side. He is already dreading dropping her off at home later and returning to the bunker by himself. Without her, things feel off-kilter.

There is a small voice telling him that he knows what he's feeling. That he had felt it once before, in a time when she was just a grainy figure on CCTV footage and a voice over the phone. The spark of something that had been stifled by everything that came after.

He leans forward to show her a listing on his phone, and their legs bump under the table. It doesn't look like she notices but he can feel his heart racing. He must say something funny, because she tips her head back to laugh and the sunlight catches on her hair.

And then all the pieces slot together like the world's most obvious puzzle and he is left dumbfounded by his own obliviousness.

Before he can process his realization, before he can try and figure out what it means, the words tumble out of his mouth.

"I love you."

There it was, out on the table with whatever was left of the pastries.

She immediately straightens up and looks at him with wide eyes.

"What did you say?"

Is he imagining things, or does she sound flustered?

"I... love you." He says it slower this time and it sounds almost inadequate.

"Oh."

He's not imagining things. She fiddles with her sleeves and looks down at the table as if it'd be able to hide the smile that's slowly growing on her (definitely blushing) cheeks. Before he can think of something (anything) else to say, she takes a breath and looks at him. She's smiling shyly, it's a look he has never seen on her before.

"That makes me so happy, Saeyoung."

"Does that mean..."

Her smile widens and she nods. "Me too."

"What- why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to dump my feelings on you after everything. I thought it would ruin things."

"As if you could ruin anything."

They hold eye contact for a second before they both burst into a fit of giggles out of relief and the absurdity of it all.

He reaches for her hand across the table. Their legs bump and cross under the table, and he doesn't mind how much the contact makes his heart race. In fact, he relishes it. He wonders what it would feel like if she were closer, whether it would simply stop beating all together. He can't remember the last time someone was this close to him.

They have spent the last few months catching up on life he has missed. As he squeezes her hand between both of his and digests the certainty of their confessions, he realises that this is only the beginning.

[elvendara]

MYSME FICTOBER DAY 1

@mysme-fictober

Michael's edition

1 October 2023—GHOST

He wrinkled his nose as the wine touched his lips. Warm. Had he really been sitting here long enough for it to no longer be cool. With a sigh he set the glass down and rubbed at his temples. Standing he stretched his long legs and ran a long-fingered hand through his short dark hair. A glance towards the glass with storm grey eyes had him rethinking picking it up. With a sigh he did and swallowed what remained. No sense letting it go to waste.

Making his way to the kitchen he had to slow down, feeling the effects of the alcohol finally. Outside his home it thundered, the rain tattooing a discordant melody all around him. He stopped midway, eyes on the floor, grazing his stockinged feet. Slowly and with great hesitation, his eyes made their way to the portrait hung prominently on the wall. His normally vibrant eyes darkened as tears welled up. Pain struck him in the chest with the deafening beating of his heart.

There he stood, behind his late wife Lillie and their son. The boy was no more than six in the portrait, he was now a young man in his prime, away at University. He had taken after his wife in features and coloring. His auburn hair being the envy of many. It was often difficult to look at his son, seeing his wife’s eyes reflected back at him. In the last year they had seen each other only twice. At the funeral, and for Christmas. The boy had a life of his own after all. Jumin was happy for him, but he also thought that the reason he didn’t see him more was because it was too hard for him to see his father so sad.

An unbelievable amount of people thought a year was long enough to grieve, so now he spent much of his time alone with his own thoughts. He finally let himself gaze upon his wife. Certainly, since the portrait was taken, she had thickened around the middle, etched some fine lines around her face, even grown a few grey hairs, just as he had. But she had always been beautiful in his eyes. Her honey brown eyes stared back at him, that kind and benevolent smile radiant on her face. He remembered what it felt like to run his fingers through her thick hair, and the smell of her shampoo. She rarely wore perfume, but the smell of her hair lingered on the pillow, the sheets, her clothing, and in the air if she had recently been there.

His body broke into shuddering cries as the thunder and lighting continued to roar. It was as if the world grieved with him. The wind howling and destructive as if his insides tore through the countryside. He dropped to his knees, the glass shattering on the wood floor.

“Jumin.” The whisper carried in the wind, fluttering and disjointed. “J…u…m…i…n…” the elongated syllables hung in the air, surrounding his broken body.

He blinked and startled as the scent of Lillie’s hair wafted across his nose. Rising to his feet quickly he turned, unsure of what was happening. Had he finally lost his mind?

A loud clap of tunder sounded directly above his head as lightning flashed through the windows as if paparazzi stood outside with flashing bulbs. It startled him and he wrapped his arms around his head, a soft whine escaping his mouth.

“Jumin…”

“Stop! Please! No!” he stammered, choking back more sobs.

“My love.” Lillie’s voice was soft and soothing. Just the way she sounded when she was about to scold him for something.

“L…Lillie?” he dropped his arms and turned towards the voice. In the hallway stood his wife. He knew she wasn’t really there, she was dead. Dead and gone, never to return. But there, there she was anyway, all he had to do was reach out and touch her. She looked healthy, not at all the emaciated thing she had become as the disease ate her from the inside out. He had wasted no money on finding someone, somewhere to help her. But cancer didn’t care about money.

She smiled at him and held her arms open. He stepped into those welcome arms, unaware of the glass pressing through his socks and into his skin. Blood trailed as he took several steps, but he was beyond physical pain. She wrapped her arms around him, and he buried his head into her soft bosom. He missed the feel of her. Her perspective on anything and everything. She was his rock, his sounding board, his conscience. He loved her and he missed her.

“My love, you have so much more life to live. Don’t shut yourself away like this.” She cooed into his hair, her fingers tangled in the strands.

“I miss you so much. How…how can I go on?” he sobbed.

“You must. I know you loved me, I felt it every single day. You know what it is to love and be loved. Those who care about you are worried. Our son is worried. You must be strong my love. Not only for you, but for me and everything I will now miss. You must be there for our son, for our grandchildren, if there will be any, for our friends and family. You have grieved alone too long. You need to start living, even if it hurts.”

“I…I can’t! I don’t want to! I want to be with you! Take me with you!” he pleaded.

“It’s not your time. Don’t let it run out like this. Live! Live my love! Live!” he voice was stern but kind as it faded into nothing, as did she.

“NO!” Jumin screamed and dropped to his hands and knees. “NO!” he slammed his fists into the floor with force. He collapsed as the storm continued to rage outside. Once his body was spent of tears he sighed and took several deep breaths.

Live? Could he? Without her at his side? He thought about her words, about how much time he still had to live, about his son and his future. Yes, life was for the living. He would hold onto that small straw.

[rfaromance]

Graphic design obviously is NOT my passion, but this has "Seven MC/Rika kinnie given free reign with picsart" energy, so it works!

We have 8 days of Hannukah, and 7 main routes + 2 side characters very popular among fandom! Why not spread some holiday cheer for all your faves (or the same fave 8 times)?

I tried to make the prompts generic enough, but they were all made with Hannukah in mind since it is an 8-day list. These are also the 8 nights of Hannukah, in case you were wondering! It happens to coincide with Christmas this year.

Writing, art, edits, anything creative will do! Please, have fun with it. And there's no pressure to do all the days. It's a busy time of year. Tag with #RFAholiday2022 so I can find it!

Happy holidays!!

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 7-- Chatroom/Bomb

You share some concerns about the special security system with Seven and Jaehee (648 words) 

[New Chatroom] What the fuck is going on? 

MC: Heyyyy  MC: Defender of justice! MC: 707!  MC: I summon thee! [707 has entered the chatroom] 707: You called?  707: [heart eyes emoji]  MC: Hahahahahaha  MC: There is MC: Something very wrong? 

707: Oh god 707: It’s not another cockroach, is it? 707: I wish I knew how 707: But I can’t kill them remotely 707: [shuddering emoji] 707: I asked V to call the exterminator since he’s the owner of the apartment 707: But he didn’t see my text MC: No, it’s nothing like that…  [Jaehee Kang has entered the chatroom] Jaehee Kang: MC, is everything alright? Jaehee Kang: I saw the name you gave to the chatroom. MC: Ha ha ha MC: So I was just chilling in the apartment MC: Emailing god as one does Jaehee Kang: … Of course. 707: Do you think he’ll come to the party?  MC: When this weird voice came on the loudspeakers Jaehee Kang: The apartment has… loudspeakers?  MC: That’s what I said! MC: But apparently yes, Rika’s apartment has loudspeakers MC: Who knew MC: Anyway the voice was like  707: [shuddering emoji]  MC: The special security system has been de-ack-ack-ack  707: ack ack ack? Jaehee Kang: This is serious! Jaehee Kang: [angry emoji]  MC: And I don’t know  MC: I take that to mean that the special security system has been deactivated MC: And I wanted to log in and ask you, Seven MC: Why you de-ack-ack-acked my security 707: When did it say that? MC: A minute ago? Jaehee Kang: But Luciel Jaehee Kang: Aren’t you the only person who has access to the  Jaehee Kang: Special security system?  Jaehee Kang: So shouldn’t you already know when it happened? MC: Also more importantly MC: What is the special security system?  707: [shuddering emoji]  707: I have to check something 707: MC, don’t move from where you are. MC: Don’t do what now?  [707 has left the chatroom] MC: Well, that’s not a good sign. Jaehee Kang: I’m starting to get worried Jaehee Kang: Luciel didn’t explain what the special security system was Jaehee Kang: I wonder if he knows what’s going on.  Jaehee Kang: It’s so hard to tell when he’s joking around like that. MC: Well MC: Either way MC: I want you to know that I’m adopting de-ack-ack-ack as a new vocal stim Jaehee Kang: I guess I can’t stop you Jaehee Kang: But MC… I hope you’re safe [707 has entered the chatroom] 707: Crisis averted! 707: Fear not, oh fair MC! Jaehee Kang: Explain what’s going on right now! Jaehee Kang: [angry emoji] 707: Um 707: Well  707: A meanie-weanie hacker MC: a wHO????  707: May have got control of a teenie-weenie bomb? MC: a wHAT????  Jaehee Kang: [Angry emoji] Jaehee Kang: Luciel Jaehee Kang: Talk normally. MC: It’s cool. I got the gist. Jaehee Kang: I admire your ability to stay so calm under so much pressure MC: Thank you! 707: I’m sorry!  707: But the problem is fixed now~! Jaehee Kang: You got rid of the bomb?  707: Not exactly 707: But I don’t think you’re in danger anymore. Jaehee Kang: Get rid of the bomb! MC: Wait if it’s at V’s house then isn’t it V’s bomb? Jaehee Kang: It is a BOMB MC: We can’t just get rid of his stuff like that MC: Without even asking 707: Exactly!  707: MC gets it. Jaehee Kang: I’m calling V right now. Jaehee Kang: MC, you should pack your things Jaehee Kang: You can stay with me Jaehee Kang: We’ll watch musicals and drink lattes Jaehee Kang: RATHER THAN LIVING WITH A BOMB!!!!! [Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom] MC: Wow you know what MC: I think Jaehee is onto something  MC: That does sound way better than living with a bomb MC: See ya later, Seven! [MC has left the chatroom]

[marshmallowprotection]

If it wasn’t waken yet, what about “oh, sweetheart- come here.” for Saeyoung?

“Oh, sweetheart—come here.” Your open arms were waiting for him the minute he opened the door to your apartment. He looked just like a wet cat that pawed its way off the sidewalk and into your bag, but it was no surprise to you. He hardly left the hospital these days. He was afraid of someone pressuring his brother into doing something he did not want to do.

He needed medical attention, sure, but he spent way too long being forced to do things against his will.

One of the only things he mentioned to you was that the doctors were pressuring him to sign an agreement so that they could do whatever they needed to do to his brother, and he couldn't bring himself to sign away his brother's ability to speak for himself.

He often spoke for his brother, but this time, he couldn't bring himself to do that since the only reason his brother fell into this position was because he trusted the wrong people. The guilt and shame were just eating away at him every day, and while you knew he didn't want that to leak into his fleeting moments of peace with you—

God, you wanted him to talk about it so it wasn't bubbling up like a pot with no one there to stop it from pouring out.

If there was one thing you were proud of, it was that he was able to at least allow himself to be vulnerable when he was with you.

He wasn't ready to let go of everything weighing on his mind, but he was man enough to admit he needed a hug. Baby steps, you had to remind yourself. He repressed all of his emotions for God knows how long, and he was more likely to fall into old habits than he was to let go of them. 

You didn't want to judge or make him feel like he had to do things he wasn't ready for. He needed five minutes to do something that wasn't filled to the brim with what was waiting for him back at the hospital or back at his bunker.

He needed five minutes to be a person, and you knew he felt most normal when he was with you. He could be Saeyoung when he was with you... and he didn't have to shuffle through old masks to get by in your arms.  

As he shivered in your arms, you kissed the side of his head. "C'mon, I'll draw a warm bath for you, okay? I don't want you to catch a cold... I can even join you if you want. But, you're freezing and we need you to get warmed up again... I've got you, Saeyoung."

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hello, hello, my lovely readers. So, as all of you noticed, I've been gone for quite a bit. I am so sorry for disappearing on all of you. Life got really, really hard for me. Work was pulling me in and out, then unemployment kicked my ass, all while I found myself all consumed in a new relationship that quickly turned very toxic and damaging to me, emotionally and mentally, to the point I had fallen back into self-harm as he lied to me about the six other women he had on the go, and then ended up having a bit of a mental break. I know I left a commission undone and I promise the reader that I will reach out to them in the next couple of days and figure out things with them.

For now, I am back. I cannot promise, guys, that I'll be on every single day and be super super active. I'm going to do the best I can and actually look forward to writing and answering requests, even if I'm sorely out of practice and won't be as good as I used to be. I look forward to the bit of a break from reality but truth is I'm still healing, so please be understanding and gentle with me guys. I know I have a lot of asks in the inbox. I took some fandoms off my list, so check that out for the updated version. I'll work on the requests I have slowly but, to be honest, a lot of the requests I have are for very detailed or big asks with multiple characters so they might take a bit.

For tonight and tomorrow, early into next week, I'd really love to ease back into the writing with some fun prompts! Please only send one character and one letter/number per ask. You can send in unlimited asks but one character and one letter/number means I can write the requests a lot quicker, which makes me feel productive and happier and more satisfied and makes me eager to write and answer more things! I'll be accepting from the following prompts:

This fandom prompt

This character prompt

This reaction prompt

This polyship prompt

Character prompt #2

Smutty prompt

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“Hm, hhmm~” Shiri hummed softly as she fried the homemade dinner. ~ I hope Juju would like the food.. I’m a little worried because-~ “tkhgh !” Shiri winced in pain, a drop of oil blistering the back of her palm. “I really am not used to cooking.. I hope my clumsiness won’t ruin the taste of the meal for Juju.” Shiri mumbled to herself, anxiety slightly pricking her heart.

But eyeing the schnitzel, it seemed tasty, a perfect golden brown crust. She covered it in the special sauce and toppings, she hoped it would taste as well as it looked. Shiri then plated their homemade dinner at their dining table.

“I’m all aglow, and now I know. The key to our Heaven is mine..”

Coming in late, exhausted from work Jumin sighed. A sound unnoticed by our flighty wife, lost in daydreams.

“So this is what makes life divine, h hm huhummm~”

Hearing the sound of his love’s sweet voice he could feel his soul becoming soothed by her clear, loving energy. Her soft singing making him smile warmly.

Wanting to surprise her, he embraced her in a big, bear hug from behind, startling her. “My lovely Shiri, I missed you so much.”

Quickly after her alarmed hic, she recognized her beloved’s warm bassy voice whispering in her ear. His hug, whisper and touch made her melt and feel like a puddle of gooey honey, warming her from within.

“I’m so happy you’re back, HanniBunny ! I, um. I cooked something for you !”

“Oh? Oh. Come to think of it I do smell chicken.”

“It’s Schnitzel Parmigiana, your childhood favorite! I thought you’d like a little nostalgia. I wanted you to more thoroughly enjoy your meals, rather than just eating them to satisfy your dietary needs. Life is meant to be enjoyed !”

Shiri turned, hugging JujuBear, this time initiated by her own sweet self. “Just like how I enjoy being embraced by your loving, tender and passionate heart.”

“Heh, just hearing you say that makes me feel so lucky and blessed to have you, Shiri. You’re so charming and sweet, yet so genuine and poetic. It’s no wonder I fell so deeply in love with you, my lovely wife Shiri.” Juju’s slender fingers gently tilted Shiri’s face upwards to meet his silver gaze, quivering with love, as he leaned down to softly and languidly kiss his sweet Cherie’s rose pink lips.

His hot tongue caressing her own made both their hearts flutter and race like birds’ wings set free as their souls intertwined into one, fully melting into their own private inner world.

“J-Juju..” Shiri sighed her love’s name, exhaling raggedly, eyes glossy with desire, love and overwhelming heat, encompassing her entire being. “We- We should eat the food before it gets cold.”

Juju, wiping their shared saliva from the edge of his lips, he licked the remnants of Shiri’s mark from his slightly damp hand. Intense gaze never leaving his precious wife’s.

“Well, when it comes to you, Shiri, my hunger knows no bounds. Your touch and taste are far sweeter than any candy in the world. I can never get enough.”

“But I wouldn’t want your efforts to go to waste, with all of the love you poured into it so-“

With a last passionate kiss, Juju hugs Shiri fiercely and protectively to him, keeping their bodies so close she could feel Jumin’s rapid heartbeat racing reverberating in her own chest. Their heartbeats creating a precious melody of their own, mixing with the sound of their moans and love-filled sighs.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Finally seated in their comfy and plush chairs by their window balcony after their passionate welcome back home greeting, they started eating.

Shiri felt fluttery and nervous as she eyed Jumin taking the first bite of her homemade meal.

“Shiri, this is. It tastes so warm and filling..it takes me back. When I used to have evening dinners with Jihyun’s family when we were younger. This is, an absolute delight to the senses.”

Her eyes glimmered in delight at Juju’s words. “Really? Oh gosh! I’m so happy! I’m sure we could arrange for an all RFA gathering soon so we could catch up on what each of us has been doing lately! You probably miss Jihyun, huh? After all he is your first and best childhood friend.” Shiri smiled knowingly and affectionately, before quickly and hurriedly clarifying “Oh, not that I’m jealous ! I know how you cherish us is both equal yet different.”

“Yes, my angel. You know me so well. You are my greatest gift of love, and Jihyun is like- a brother from a long lost family of mine. Both equally dear to me. And you know no one could ever replace you, my dove, right?” Jumin reached out his hand to tenderly and lovingly caress my cheek from across the small table.

“Yea..I know, my love HanniJuju.” Shiri replied, smiling contentedly as her hand gently covered his.

During their romantic meal, Jumin caught a glimpse of one of their engagement (pre-marital) photos, hung up elegantly upon the wall above their shared bed. In that picture was Shiri, peppering loving, playful yet slightly possessive kiss marks all upon Jumin’s face; his being beaming brightly at her affections.

(Art Credits : ShiawaseJanaiyo)

Just being reminded of that time made Jumin’s heart feel so warm and blissful. Like the smooth velvety creaminess of drinking hot foamed coffee during winter times (or, if you consider Shiri’s taste; it would definitely be hot cocoa). It reminded him of home. Shiri was home to Juju, in everything she did she always poured her heart and soul into it if it meant helping and cherishing her loved ones.

“Remember our engagement photoshoot Shiri?”

“Oh. The one you felt was as important as our future wedding photoshoot because it showcased deeply and dearly how-“

(Both at once): “it encompassed the way our love blossomed through the years.”

Amused by their synchronicity, they couldn’t help but chuckle and giggle a little.

“I love you. You’re my one and only” Shiri confessed a loving reminder, adoring her HanniBunnyHubbyBear.

“You’re my only love as well, dear soul. I hope our love will continue to blossom through many more years to come as we live our lives together.”

[anas-tasiaa]

[ EXTRA ] Angst prompts of Choi Twin brother 🥹

(I'm putting some Mysme references here, hehe)

These brothers have been my favorite since 2016 until now, never get tired of their bonding, honestly. Full of angst, good food for my crying soul. 🥹♥️