#so solo no. 2 better fucking bring it!!!!
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D.O.'s biggest crime against humanity is not delivering the R&B kpop album of all time out the gate for his solo EP. Like ok people were expecting it but like sometimes SOMETIMES the people are right and subverting expectation isnt everything!!!
#also if you're going to subvert expectation#you need to deliver an album worth setting the expectations aside#and frankly imo that first ep was not strong enough to do that#which btw im not saying its bad its just not as strong an ep as it could have been knowing that dude has a voice like THAT#like even if he wanted to stick to something mellow and acoustic it could've been upped a notch#theres like maybe 2 songs on it that I love or like enough to playlist#so solo no. 2 better fucking bring it!!!!
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12 Days of Christmas: Day 2, December 26th, 2024
LE SSERAFIMâs Nakamura Kazuha x Male Reader
8.8k words
Christmas Masterlist
A/N: This is actually my first time writing about a guy being dominant lol.
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Ambition.
Itâs not really a far-fetched concept for anyone. To aim higher has always been an innate trait in humans. Kazuha is nothing short of that, perhaps having the quality even more than a lot of people.
So, it breaks your heart to say no to her.
âKazuha, I really canât. Iâm sorry,â you say, despondent in your response. âThe solos have never been in our plan.â
She sighs, as if she has already known the outcome of her request. But her eyes remain determined, staring straight into yours.Â
Sheâs not going anywhere.
Kazuhaâs personality is nothing short of resolute. Motivation, determination, diligenceâshe has it all. These are reflected in the over-time practice sessions every single day. The time she pours into perfecting the dance choreographies is unreal. And it really shows on the stage, it really shows.
She stands up, her long, muscular legs come into your view. Theyâre beautiful, and you can just spend all day looking at them, but thatâs going to be postponed for now. Thereâs the puzzle of guessing her mind right in front of you.
âIs there anything else I can do to convince you? More practice? Better stage performââ
âNo, Zuha, Iâm so, so sorry about this, but weâve never been a vocal group, really. Youâll have to underââ
âI donât want to be remembered as just another member of this group. Please, this is important to me. Iâll do anything, please,â she pleads.
Itâs your turn to sigh. She wonât let up, will she? Your fingers tap onto the handle of the chair restlessly, unable to find a solution for this woman.
âI just canât find a solution for you right now, Zuha. If you really want that, youâll have to find your own way, alright? Iâm sorry.â Youâre trying to sound stern, but thereâs only regret within the words.
She takes a step towards you, resting her hands on the table. Her shirt falls down slightly to give way for you to her faint cleavage. Your breath hitches slightly.
âPlease?â she pleads, one last time. That slight view of her breasts is giving her the upper hand in this.
Donât.
You find your mouth latching onto Kazuhaâs tits, tasting the sweat after her practice. She cries and cries in euphoria, spurring you on. Your hands roam around her body, feeling her otherworldly tight abs, her supple assâone that youâve been wanting to bury your face into. Your fingers then find their place inside her cunt, nudging her sensitive spot deep within.
Donât
âYou know, Kazuha, I found your ambitionââ you say, standing up to match her tall height. Still, you have to look up slightly to match her eyes. ââadmirable. Itâs one of your best qualities. It really breaks my heart to say no to you.â
âThanks, boss,â she scoffs, looking down with despondency. The fire in her eyes died down. âIâll come back when Iâm ready.â
Kazuha then walks away, crestfallen. Her strides are aimless and disinterested. The view of her back is displayed to you.Â
With your eyes, you start to strip her, piece by pieceâfrom her shirt, her pants. Sheâs in just her underwear now. Your cock starts to grow at the mental image you create inside your head.Â
You slowly unlock her bra, fully revealing her toned back. Her body warmth emanates into you. You reach for her pert breasts, making her moan as your fingers graze her hard, brown nipples. But you donât stop just there. Your frisky fingers wander down into her panties. You found out that she shaves, and sheâs already fucking wet for you. Then, you plunge your fingers into her soaked cunt, rewarding you with an airy moan from Kazuha. You nib on her ears softly, bringing out another whimper from her.
Without any patience left, you strip down her last garment, making her bare in front of you, and you can tell that sheâs as aroused as you are. Her dripping cunt is finally coming into your view. Her body is yours. Sheâs yours.
Donât.
Youâre snapped back into reality, though. Back to watching her, almost leaving the room. You have to take your chance.Â
Now.
âIâm not done yet, Zuha,â you order, sounding serious for the first time. It gets over you. Lust gets over you.
She stops, looking back at you. Her breath hitches as she sees the newfound determination inside your eyes. Thereâs something about you, and she can feel it.
âYes, boss?â
âLetâs say for tomorrow, you wear somethingâdifferent, something that is a bit moreâprovocative, and weâll see what happens.â
Kazuha furrows her brows, giving you a puzzled look. âPâProvocative?â
You only nod, expressionless, trying to hide the fact that your heart is beating so damn fast right now. âProvocative, Zuha.â
âAâAnd whâwhat will I get in return?â Kazuha asks, her voice starts to shake. Her confidence is faltering.
You smile back at her unsure expression. Sheâs going to get what she wantsâa chance to have the spotlight on her own. Youâre going to get what you wantâher.
âYou know how this goes, Zuha. You know how this goes.â
âIâI dâdonât know. DâDo I really need to do this? I meanâI want to have that soloââ
âIâll be in the practice room tomorrow, make sure to follow my instructions,â you say, stern and confident.
The words linger within her mind. âIâfuckâfine, boss,â and she gives in to you.
âDonât ruin it, Zuha.â
â
You couldnât sleep last night.
Kazuha is stuck in your head. Your mind replays the event that might happenâyou having a mind-breaking sex with her. Your cock twitches with anticipation, expecting her cunt to wrap around it like a vice. Hell, you might get to fuck her tight ass even. Youâve seen it. You lost count of how many times youâve watched that Perfect Night dance practice video. The cinematographer did know their job.
âMmm, that felt so good, boss.â
How in the fuck did you stay assertive like that in the room? That wasnât you at all. Though, at least it opened a new door for you.
Youâre getting to watch Nakamura Kazuha in her tightest, smallest clothes sheâs ever going to wear, and maybe, just maybe, theyâll be off by sunset.
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Kazuha opens the door into the practice room to find you already there, dealing with work, among other things.
You give her a faint smile, satisfied with the way she composes herself for today.
Sheâs wearing a tight-fitted sports bra, one that shows you the curve of her firm chest. Youâd love to put your hand on them, kneading, nibbling her taut nipples through the thin fabric. Her hair is freed, swaying with her strides. Below, her shorts are so damn strained that you can see the outline of her soon-to-be drenched panties. Youâre going to use your mouth to take it off, while your hands grip on her muscular thigâ
âHey, boss,â Sakura snaps you back into reality. Standing beside her is Eunchae, smiling brightly.
âShitâfuckâ,â you mumble to yourself. âUh, hi, girls.â
âYeah, I noticed it too,â Eunchae says to you, voice barely above a whisper. âShe probably forgot to do her laundry.â
âWhoâWho?â Fuck, you sound like a goddamn owl doing this.
âZuha, sheâs wearing something thatâs a bitâexposing, isnât she?â Sakura says, smiling.
âBet she must be so damn embarrassed,â Eunchae adds with a giggle. You can feel your cheeks starting to grow hotter.
âUh, yâyeah, she mustâve beenââ
âAlright, girls, letâs start the practice,â the instructor shouts, clapping her hands.
Sakura and Eunchae giggle at each other before walking away from you.
âSee ya, boss.â
âSee ya.â
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As the practice goes on, you canât help but popping up from your work to watch Kazuha now and then. Just like last night, your length starts to grow, and youâre doing your best to use your laptop to hide the tent in your pants.
(The work is actually a façade, really. If you could just stare at Kazuha for the whole practice, you wouldnât have risked straining your back carrying your laptop down from the top floor.)
Her movements are nothing short of strong and sensual. Sheâs committed, showing no signs of relenting. She has always been this determined. Every kick, every sway, every arch, she gives it all.
When she bends down, you have a magnificent view of her supple ass, so juicy. You wish you couldâve put your face in it, tasting her sweat dripping down her tightness.Â
When she arches, you have a splendid view of her small tits under that damn tight sports bra. You wish you couldâve sucked on them, tasting her sweat dripping down her valley. You wish you couldâve made her moan erratically in your embrace.
Your bulge is screaming under your tight pants. It aches to be freed, aches to be inside of your employeeâs ass, aches to be thrusted into her mouth.
The other women donât seem to notice, still focusing on the practice. Thank god.
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As the practice comes to an end, youâre struggling to hide your raging erection under your slacks. Itâs time to approach her for the next step, so you stand up and walk towards Kazuha, who is all drenched in her sweat. Her creamy skin shines against the lights in the practice room. Sheâs stretching to cool down herself, while all the other members and the instructor are already leaving the room.
âSo,â you begin the conversation.
âSo,â Kazuha repeats. âHow did I do?â
You try to compose yourself. âYou did well, Kazuha. Committed as always.â
She smiles. Itâs a genuine one. âThanks, boss.â
You continue, âNow, about the solo comeback weâve talked about.â You sit next to her. You can feel her body warmth close to you. Maybe youâre sitting a bit too close to her. Her expression is unreadable. Maybe sheâs expecting something from you.
âYeah? Is it done?â
âLetâs sayâweâre halfway there.â
Kazuhaâs breaths speed up a little. Sheâs anxious.
âHalfway?â
âHalfway, yes.â
âGo ahead, boss. Tell me what to do,â Kazuha says, slightly apprehensive, but she still has her ground. Her fiery eyes bore into yours.
Here goes nothing.
Your hands make a soft contact with her knees. You hear her breath hitch softly. Her eyes weaken. You can feel the apprehension building up within her loins. Her body jolts.
âBâBoss,â she stutters, before she brings her hand atop of yours, putting some force on it. Your movement is halted.
âAâAre you sure that I have to do this?â
You should stop.
You gulp, unsure whether to have this woman go your way or let your lust take over.
Do the right thing.
The image of Kazuhaâs body, all sweaty, atop of yours, moving back and forth on your cock, materializes in your head. Her nasty, salty fluid falls onto your naked body. Her pungent aroma fills your nostrils, and itâs driving you insane. Her small breasts rest above you, and you canât help but give them a taste.
You should stop.
Kazuha mouthâs create a suction around your cock. Your wails echo through the practice room. You grip onto the back of her head, harshly pressing it into your hardness. She gags and gags. Her eyes become watery. Her grips on your thighs grow harsher, and itâs going to draw blood out of you.
Do the right thing.
Youâre lavishing Kazuhaâs cunt with unmatched hunger. She cries out in ecstasy. You keep attacking her sensitive nub with your tongue. Your fingers are knuckles deep within her, applying pressure on the spot that makes her moan even louder. Her taste is salty, yet so addictive. She tastes so fucking good.
You should stop.
Youâre gripping onto her waist, thrusting into her wet cunt repeatedly. âYes, yes, right fucking there, boss. Please, please, please donât ever fucking stop,â Kazuha sobs. Wet sounds vibrate through the practice room. The reflection of you two in the mirror only fuels the fire. You bring your hands onto her firmness, playing with her taut nipples. She keens, and itâs one of the best things that youâve ever heard from her.
Do the right thing.
But you give in.
âHow far can you go, Zuha?â You keep your composure. Please make it work. Your heart rate spikes, but your breathing is still saying the opposite. Keep your cool. Keep your cool.
âIââ She stares blankly into your eyes. You can feel that the gears in her brain are turning quickly. Yes or no. Yes or no.
âStand up, Zuha,â you order and get up from your sitting position. She looks around, trying to find solace in the objects in the room. Sheâs unsure.
âFuck,â she mumbles to herself, before getting up. Sheâs a bit taller than you, but with the power youâre holding, itâs like youâre six-feet tall.
âStand against the mirror,â you say, sternly, pointing to the reflective wall. She hesitates for a bit before complying with your command.
You walk towards her until youâre just a breath away from her. You kneel. Her cunt is right in front of your face. Sheâs pervading your nostrils, and youâre so damn happy to make her your air.
âAâare you going to eat me out, bâboss?â Kazuha asks nervously. Her hands are trembling.
âHow much do you want this, Zuha?â you ask her back. Your hands are closing in on her tight waistband already. You want to eat her pussy so fucking bad.
âIâI donât know.â
You let the silence hang in the air for a moment, contemplating your next move. Maybe you should stop just here. Just say no to her request, and act like this never happened.Â
But the show has to go on.
âIâll go slowly, okay?â
âOâOkay, boss.â
You slowly peel down her shorts, slowly revealing her black panties underneath. Theyâre already drenched with her sweat. God, if you could just give it a taste. You can feel the urge to stick out your tongue. Her creamy thighs are slowly exposed to you, but you canât just yield to temptation that easily. You have to go slow.
The outline of her puffy cunt can be seen through the dark fabric. She looks so fucking delicious from the outside. You find yourself closing in the distance between your filthy tongue and her pungent, drenched folds.
âBoss, pâplease donât tease me,â Kazuha hisses. Her thighs are shaking from the uncompromising anticipation. You can see sweat running down her toned legs. âIf youâre going to do it, just fucking do it.â
And you break.
You yank her shorts down, making her body jolt in shock.Â
âKick it off,â you order her, and she kicks her shorts away in the boiling lust. Itâs just her underwear now, before your tongue can taste her nectar. Youâre drooling at the sight of the trace of her pussy. Fuck, youâre not waiting anymore.
Hastily, you grab onto her pantiesâ waistband before pulling it off in a quick swoop, rewarding you with an airy moan. And there it is, the treasure youâve been seeking. Her clean-shaven cunt already glistens. Her juice shines under the roomâs lights. Her scent is so damn addictive. Itâs pungent. Itâs musky. Itâs tart, and you canât help butâ
âAh! Fuck!â Kazuha rasps as your tongue finds its place on her cunt. It echoes through the empty practice room. Her body turns rigid. Her hands grip onto your head harshly, pushing you into her pussy even harder.
The first taste of her cunt feels saltyâa combination of her sweat and her juice. Youâre lapping it up relentlessly. Youâre revelling in itâthe way she moans, the way she tastes, and the way she just fucking keens. Itâs all so perfect.
She curses and curses a variety of profanities. Her face displays pure ecstasy and a glint of embarrassment, but your only goal right now is to make her falter. You keep lapping and lapping on her cunt, tasting her nectar without yielding.
Her eyes are lit up with raging fire, fluttering in bliss. Her hands grip onto your head harshly. It's almost drawing blood from your poor scalp. Her cries only climb in volume and frequency, more demanding. It grows louder and higher with each lapping of your tongue.
You double your efforts, eating her cunt out faster and faster hungrily. Her rasps become harsher. You close your eyes and take in her scent through your nose. Itâs musky. Itâs tart. And you swear that itâs a fucking aphrodisiac for you.
And if itâs not enough, your hands grab onto her firm ass, suffocating yourself with her pungent cunt. She lets out a gasp, and you swear that youâve never been any more feral like this in your whole fucking life.
Her ass feels so meaty, a product of her consistent squat routines. You do nothing but give them a squeeze and a grab, bringing out endless wails from her thin lips.
Then, an idea pops up in your filthy head.
âTurn around, Zuha.â
âWhâWhat, boss?â
âIâm gonna eat your ass.â
She complies quickly, showing her tight ass in front of your face. Itâs heaving. Sheâs expecting. And without a word, you bury yourself in between her supple cheeks. Your tongue immediately plants atop of her asshole.
âGodddd~â Kazuha grunts, her voice low and harsh. The sweat running down her tightness combining with her juice makes up an even better taste. Youâre basking in themâher taste, her aroma, her moans, her sounds.
Her body spasms in a bliss. Her hips jerk against the practice room wall, painting it with her salty sweat on her meaty thighs.
And if that isnât already enough, you drive your fingers deep into her. Theyâre hugged by her tight walls, before youâd curl them to make her cry even more.
âFuckkk~â she groans, deeply. She uses her hands to grip onto the back of your head. Youâre pressed into her ass even stronger. Her moans start to get frenzy, and that drives you even wilder.
âBâBoss, please, IâIâm gonna cum,â Kazuha screams, echoing over the room. Her entire body turns more rigid, sucking the life out of your dirty mouth.
âHgnngn.â Kazuha can only form unintelligible sounds at this point. Any lilt in her voice is now replaced by primal grunts and moans.
And she cums. Her frame becomes stiff, gushing out clear liquid out of her plump pussy onto the wooden floor. Her entire body spasms and writhes against the wall, painting it with her sweat. Your mouth goes through the entire ride of her orgasm, feeling her high, savoring her precipice.
As her orgasm dies down, what comes out of her mouth are indescribable groans and guttural whimpers. Her body becomes limped after the mind-breaking orgasm she just experienced.
âFuck, IâIâve never thoughtââ she pauses to catch her breath, trying to make sense of the situation. Her head is hanging from her neck. Her body rests on the mirror weakly. Her boss just gave her one of the best orgasms of her life. ââIâve never thought that it could be this good with a person.â
You wipe your mouth, getting a taste of her salty squirt remaining on your hand. âMy pleasure, Zuha.â
âGuessâGuess I shouldâI should return the favor, huh?â
You stand up. Even if sheâs towering over you by mere inches, you feel like the ball is in your court, and you are going to do whatever you please with it.
âKneel.â
She slowly gets down. Her eyes lock with yours, filled with uncertainty and anxiety. You arenât sure whatâs filling her mind right now. Lust? Disgust? You can only guess.
You let it go on, anyway.
Her slick forehead shines against the room lights. Her hands start to unbuckle your tight jeans, slowly freeing your cock from its fabric cage. As the first barrier goes down, she watches your covered erection anxiously. Her breathing accelerates. Her hands tremble. Sheâs unsure, but what is she unsure about?
âBâBoss,â Kazuha stammers.
âYes, Zuha?â you say, looking down to meet her eyes.
âWhâWhat if I donât do well?â
âI donât mind, really. Donât put so much pressure on yourself,â you say with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. Sure, youâd love to have power over her, but not to the point where it leaves her in dread.
âThanks, boss,â she answers, before grabbing onto the edge of your boxers. She slowly pulls it down to reveal your hardness. It springs free. Sheâs watching it in awe, taking in the image of your stiff cock.
She starts slowly, stroking your cock from the base. Your breath becomes shorter.
âAre you okay, boss?â
âJâJust go on, Zuha.â
Kazuha then plants her lips on the tip of your cock, making your body shudder in pleasure. Sheâs coating you in her saliva. Sheâs making you go wild.
âFuck.â
Kazuha lets out a giggle before taking in more of your length, starting from the whole tip. Thereâs determination in her eyes, the eagerness to make you cry out her name in bliss.
She doubles her efforts, second by second. She takes in more and more of your thick cock into her filthy mouth, and you start to reach her throat. It feels so fucking good. Your breathing grows more erratic. You can almost moan in pleasure, if itâs not her teeth that keep getting in the way. They keep grazing your cock, and itâs the only thing that stops you from crying her name out.
âZâZuha, shit, fuck, yâyour teeth.â
She suddenly pulls back from the act, leaving you lost in the sudden absence of your high. Her hand detaches from you.
âYes?â she asks, drool leaks out the edge of her mouth.
âFuck.â You try to catch your breath, trying not to collapse onto the floor. âYâYour teeth, it keeps grazing my cock.â
âOh,â Kazuha utters. âShould we justâtry something else?â
You stare into her eyes. Her expression is unreadable, but you need an upper hand in this. Sheâs going to suck your cock.
âDo it again, Zuha. Suck my cock again.â Your voice is commanding. You swear that youâve never been this assertive before in your life. âWithout the teeth.â
She looks up at you. Thereâs anxiety in her eyes. Thereâs the fear of letting you down.
âSâSure, boss.â
She moves her gorgeous face towards your cock again. This time, she makes sure to wrap her lips around her teeth. And at the first contact, you cry out her name. It feels so fucking good.
âFuck, ZâZuha.â
She only smiles with the tip of your cock in her mouth. She stays there for a while, giving your tip licks and licks to make you whimper in rapture. Her hands stroke along your length. Her eyes look up at you, she knows sheâs having a lead.
Kazuha then takes more and more of you and seconds go by, slowly. You watch as your length disappears into her mouth and her name leaves yours.
She takes your cock in so deep you start to hear her gag. Her eyes start to flutter in discomfort. Sheâs still trying to look up at you, as her hands go to your testicles. Sheâs squeezing them.
âGod, fuck!â
Her saliva does wonders to the experience, making you suck a sudden every chance you have. Itâs hard to resist not pushing her fully onto your cock right now, making her take its length fully.
âKâKeep doing that, Zuha. Keep fucking doing that.â
With encouragement, she then pushes herself fully onto your cock. You are now inside her mouth, and the image is nothing short of phenomenal. Saliva is leaking out of her. Her eyes are blinking rapidly. Tears are running down her cheeks. Sheâs making unintelligible sounds around your cock, choking on it, sputtering on it. Itâs a cacophony. Sheâs submitting herself to you, and youâre loving every second of it.
âSo eager to please, donât you?â you have to ask. Your hands land on the back of her head softly.
She only let out a hum as a reply. Her mouth is too full of your cock to say anything. Itâs huge for her. Sheâs cock-drunk now.
Finally catching the wind of your dominance over her, you sneer, âNever know that youâre quite a slut, Zuha.â You grip her by the hair, slowly pulling her off your thick cock. She chokes and sputters on the way out. God, what a sight.
As her mouth leaves your cock, you finally get to see her face fully. Black streaks run down from her eyes. Her lips are swollen. Sheâs drooling.Â
âWhat a cockslut,â you utter, still holding onto her hair. A smile forms on her face. Sheâs fucking happy to be dominated like this.
âAnything for you, boss. You promised me a solo~â she says sultrily (and drunkenly from your cock), giving the tip of your length a lick as she finishes her words. Your body shudders.
âGâGod, Zuha,â
Without another word, she dives onto your glistened dick again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Her teeth graze your cock slightly, though.
âShâShit, your teeth, Zuha, yâyour teeth.â
She quickly complies, covering her hard teeth with her lips. Sheâs fucking you with her mouth properly again. She bobs her head up and down slowly, trying to catch the rhythm. Pleasure shoots through you like a bullet. And with the way sheâs looking up at you so damn submissively, you swear you can cum right here and now.
She starts to find her tempo, quickening her strokes. Sheâs going up and down your cock faster. Her hands find themselves on your exposed thighs. Fuck, theyâre cold from the air conditioners, and it makes your body tremble in the sensation.
The wet sound of her sucking your cock echoes through the room. Your hands, again, find themselves on the back of her head, pushing her into your cock relentlessly. Your fingers run through her soft hair, feeling her silk.
âFuck, sâsuch a willing slut for your boss, donât you?â
Kazuha only lets out a low groan affirmatively. Sheâs still aiming to pleasure her boss. Her career is at stake, after all, and youâre rejoicing in the way her mouth moves up and down your cock like this.
And you can feel it, the inevitable. Itâs building up inside your loins. Youâre going to cum inside her warm mouth. You canât resist it anymore.
âZâZuha, gonna cum.â
She only makes muffled sounds into your cock, too busy sucking your length to say anything, and youâre so damn happy that sheâs willing to go this far for you.
âTake all of it, alright? Be a good girl for me,â you groan out. Your mind is so lost in the pleasure Kazuha is giving you.
She can only nod, still bobbing her head without any care. Sheâs giving you a damn good blowjob, and you start to lose control of yourself.
Youâre close. Your muscles grow more tense. Your cock twitches inside her mouth. Your grip on her head becomes harsher and harsher, determined to make her take all of your hardness.
âGonnaâGonna cum.â
You break. You push Kazuha onto your cock harshly, making her nose hit your pubic bone. Your cock shoots ropes and ropes of semen into her mouth, emptying your balls inside her. Sheâs damn eager to take it all. Sheâs gripping onto your thighs tightly. Your scent is filling up her nostrils, making her eyes flutter in unbridled lust. Gagging sounds come out of her mouth.
âGoddamnâfuck!â
Your vision turns white. Your cock twitches violently inside her mouth. Cum is leaking out of your tip into her warm cavern. Youâre painting the insides of her mouth white. Youâre damn ecstatic. What a fucking ride that is.
Successive spurts grow softer, from shots into drizzles. Kazuha is still determined to take it all. Her hands snake up to squeeze your tight ass, pressing you forward to bury yourself further in her mouth.
âFâFuck, Zuha.â
She smiles, before finally pulling herself off of your cock. She takes a small gulp, signaling that cum is going down her slutty throat. You watch in awe. She then opens her mouth, tongue hanging open, no trace of cum left inside. Fuck, she drank all of you.
âWhatâs next, boss?â she asks, wiping the remnants of cum off her face. Her face is a mess, but sheâs ready for another round.
Not you, though.
âWait a sec.â You then sit on the wooden floor, looking into the mirror. Kazuha rests beside you.
âGotta wait for this little guy to be ready again, huh?â she asks, touching your now-flaccid cock.
âWe can talk.â
She then rests her head on your shoulder, faint black streaks can be seen on her face. You can feel her body warmth emanating onto you.
âSo.â
âSo?â you ask.
âSo, I have a question for you,â says Kazuha. Her voice is weak, clearly tired from the oral action she gave you. You two make eye contact in the reflection.
âGo ahead.â
âWhy did you decide to become our manager?â
âWellââ you pause, trying to recollect the complete picture. You just keep forgetting it ââI kind of wanted to become an idol, you know?â
She lets out a soft chuckle. âBut?â
You canât help but to laugh along with her. âYeah, my body isnât really up for the task.â You then pat your out-of-shape tummy softly on your shirt.
âIâd like to be remembered, just like you,â you continue, sighing along the way. âTo live among the stars, all that stuff.â
It starts to pour out now, your story. Despite the earlier dominance, you feel vulnerable with her. Youâre showing your heart to one of your employees.
Kazuha laughs again. âItâs not all confetti and flowers, boss.â
âI know, I know,â you say, somewhat understanding her life after a few years of observation from afar. âAll of you have gone through a lot, and Iâll forever admire you guys for that.â
âThanks, boss,â she replies. Her hand moves down to play with your cock again. âStill not there, huh?â
A chuckle leaves your mouth. âItâll take some time, Zuha.â
âAsk me something, then,â she says.Â
You let the silence hang in the air, trying to think of a question. Itâs difficult, especially when youâre naked down from your waist like this.
You were about to ask her the same question she had asked you, but youâve asked her that already. She loves Blackpink, hence her idol aspirations. She's an INFP, used to be an INTP. Her eyesight gets worse with time. Whatâs left to be asked?
âYou know, I was so scared when that interviewer asked me about my type,â she says, her hands caressing your body. Your mind is brought to that interview, the one sheâ
âI was so afraid that the fans would reject me just because I said âmen or womenâ.â
You can only sigh.
âIt seemed like they didnât, Zuha,â you shoot her a smile, holding her hand gently, as if you didnât fuck her throat senseless mere minutes ago. âDonât give much fuck about those people.â
She lets out a giggle. âYeah, I suppose so.â
The conversation goes on for a few more minutes. At first, it was simply a time killer, waiting for your soft cock to get hard again. But as it flows, you feel like you get to know Kazuha more and more.
Slowly, your arousal returns, and Kazuha seems to notice that. It twitches in the expectation of another round.
âOh, look at him~â she says softly. Her hand is drawn to touching you gently. You canât help but giggle as she caresses your hard cock.
âStand up, Zuha,â you command. Youâre trying to sound stern, but the exchange earlier just softens your voice.
She complies immediately. Her toned legs are displayed elegantly in front of you. You stand up with her, taking the full view of her body on the way.
What a banger body.
âWhatâs next, boss?â Her words seem to want you to get this over with, but the small smile plastered on her face seems to say otherwise.
You pause, thinking for some witty response as you unbutton your shirt, revealing your out-of-shape body. You clearly have been eating too much. Itâs a bit embarrassing.
Whatâs next?
âI want your bra off, Zuha.â Well, thatâs far from witty.
âThought youâd never ask that,â Kazuha playfully scoffs before taking off her tight sports bra. Her small breasts come into view, along with the taut nipples proudly sitting atop of them. She canât wait for whatâs next, so do you. The bra is then thrown away onto the floor. Her naked body stands proudly in front of you.
Sheâs nothing short of unrealâthe pert breasts, the firm abs, the glistened pussy. Sheâs sculpted by a deity. And without a word, you push Kazuha onto the mirror, drawing out an airy moan from her. You press your body against hers, while her back is pressed against the wall.
She sucks a sudden. Her hands are trembling against the mirror. Her eyes are closed, enamored in the expectations of you inside of her cunt.
âFâFuck, boss.â
âI know, Zuha. Now if youâd bend over for me.â
She quickly follows your orders, flipping her body around so that her back faces you. Your cock is pressed against her ass. You let out a hum in satisfaction.
You draw a line with your finger down her spine, making her suck in the air. Sweat from the earlier activity still lingers on her back. Her body quivers in pleasure. Sheâs submitting to you now.
âGoddd~â Kazuha groans. Sheâs at the mercy of your touch.
Your finger runs down the middle of her back, down her sculpted arch, to the ridge of her tight ass. She screams, as your finger makes contact with the outer of her puckered hole.
âFuck!â Her whole body shakes erratically, overwhelmed by the pleasure youâre giving her. Her breathing grows restless.
âSlut,â you whisper the demeaning word into her ear. Youâd argue that it fit her, with her being a whimpering mess under your touch.
You circle your finger around her asshole, heightening her moans. You feel the creased patch of skin on your finger, letting out a satisfied hum, but thatâs not your main course. You then draw your finger down, touching her wet heat. Kazuha sucks a sudden, before you push your finger into her.Â
Her cunt welcomes you easily. You swear that the wail coming out of her mouth is one of the best sounds youâve ever heard. You watch her face become contorted in the mirror. Sheâs lost in the bliss youâre giving her.
You slowly push yourself into her pussy, burying yourself in the wet heat. Kazuhaâs body shakes with pleasure. You insert your whole finger into her, before touching a rough patch inside her.
Thatâs where you make her collapse.
You curl your finger to touch her sensitive spot, and as expected, Kazuha lets out a sharp, sudden moan. Her legs are barely holding her up. Sheâs faltering, and youâre enjoying every second of it.
âFâFuckkk~â
You double your efforts, stimulating where she needs the most. Your finger is engulfed by her tight, wet heat. She feels warm. Youâre loving the way she feels around you. Youâre loving the way she submits to you. Youâre loving the way she fucking keens from your finger inside her. Fuck, you need even more.
You quicken the pace, and it is making her quiver uncontrollably. How sheâs shuddering around you, how she moans. Itâs just unreal for you. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. You couldnât have found a better woman in your life who youâd find as angelic as Nakamura Kazuha.
âGoddamn it, Kazuha. Youâre doing so fucking well for me,â you say, playing with her inner walls recklessly. Sheâs shaking under you. The sound of it is spurring you on. The smell of it is making you go feral. The sight of it is making you feel the power youâve never felt before in your life.
âGâGonna câcum, boss,â she utters, mustering up any energy left to say it. Her eyes are rolling upwards now.
Then, you regretfully withdraw your finger out of her. The engulfing wet heat is now missing from your fingers. She groans in disappointment.
âWhat the fuck?â Her expression is on the line of anger.
You smirk at her through the reflection, sucking your finger lewdly. Sheâs salty. Still, that doesnât seem to lighten up her mood.
âGoddamn it, youâre fucking insufferable,â she sneers, still pissed off by your sudden absence. You have other plans, at least.
âStand still for me, please,â you say with unwavering calmness, getting a hold of her waist. Youâre fucking her properly.
Her expression changes, realizing your next action. âOh,â she utters.
And for the first time, you plunge yourself into her, feeling the way her tight, wet cunt hugs your cock. It feels so fucking ecstatic. The sensation pierces through your entire body like a spear. She keens loudly, and so do you. It echoes around the room thatâs yours.
âFucking hellââ you give her ass a harsh spank, she wails in the concoction of pain and pleasure ââyouâre so fucking tight, Zuha.â
âThâThanks, boss,â she replies, as you slowly push your hardness inside her to the hilt. âYâYouâre big too.â
You chuckle, and you swear that itâs the most wicked laugh youâve ever let out. Your thighs press against her ass, before you drag your hips back. Her tightness around you is making your cock throb, and you thrust back into her cunt. You grunt loudly, and so does she.
âNghhh~â Kazuha groans, as you find your rhythm in plowing her pussy. You start fucking her properly this time with your cock, pounding into her with no abandon. She feels so good around you.
No words can describe the feeling of fucking Kazuhaâs cunt. Itâs something beyond your comprehensionâthe tightness of her alone, the power youâre holding over her, the sounds of her guttural grunts and groans and moans and whimpers. Itâs just nothing short of unreal.
âDâDonât you dareâahâfucking pull out thâthis time, boss,â she commands, trying to sound as stern as possible. Though, it comes out weakly, just like her limp body right now.
âWhat if I do, huh?â And you give her ass another loud spank. She whimpers. Her resolve falters. Her posture almost collapses.
âHgngnn.â She can only let out a whimper as you kiss the vanilla skin of her neck. Sheâs salty from the sweat lingering on her body. Her scent pervades your nose violently. You swear that sheâs like an aphrodisiac to you. Itâs driving you feral. Her skin shines under the room's light beautifully, and you only wish you can just stay with her like this forever.
âBâBoss,â she mewls, her voice weak and lost.
âYes, Zuha?â Youâre still ramming into her with reckless abandon. Her tight cunt hugs your length perfectly, coaxing the cum out of your balls.
âGonnaâGonna cum.â
You say nothing but upping your ante, pressing her harder into the mirror. Her tits are splayed on the wall. Her walls contract for you, drawing breathless moans out of your lips. Both of your mouths hang open in bliss. You both want this.
âCum for me, Zuha, but donât think this is over yet.â You give her rear another slap. The skin clashes against your hand. She wails, as you lean in for a whisper, âThereâs another hole to be filled.â
âHhgnn,â she grunts under the weight of your promise. Her arms go limp, both hanging just beside her pliant body. Her mind is filled with nothing but your cock inside her pussy.
And she cums for the second time today. Her walls contract around your cock, gripping you like a vice. She lets out a guttural groan from the depth of her lungs. Her right cheek is pressed against the mirror, painting it with her slick sweat.
âFuck! Goddd~â she shouts loudly from the force of her violent orgasm. You relentlessly fuck her through the forceful orgasm, pulling groans and grunts out of her as much as possible.
Her orgasm subsides, leaving her shaking body as the evidence of it. Her pussy is still contracting around your cock. You slow down, and the other plan comes into play.
You pull your hard length out of her cunt. Youâre all glistening in her juice now. Itâs strange. You usually cum a lot faster than this. Though, with Kazuha, itâs like you can just go on and on forever.
You insert your fingers inside her pussy, making her entire body tremble in shock once more. Youâre trying to gather her slick juice to smear your cock with any lubricant you can find. Your bottle is too far away from you right now (about fifteen floors away, under your table). The wetness of her cunt is really helping you here.
âWhat a slut,â you sneer at her, as she whimpers in response to the degrading name. âLook at you, all wet for me.â
âPâPlease, boss,â she pleads, her voice shaken with unrelenting desire. Her body is trembling with unbridled anticipation.
âPlease what, Zuha?â
âPlease fâfuck my ass, IâI need it,â she whines, and you couldnât be happier to fulfill her wish.
You rest your tip at the entrance of her assâteasing, playing with her. She whines at the act, as if she really wants your cock inside her ass so fucking bad (she does). Your cock in all glistened in her slick juice, ready to fuck her rear hole raw.
And slowly, and carefully, you push your cock into her tightness, inch by inch. Her body trembles as you find yourself inside her once more. She cries out in bliss. The lubricant definitely helps.
âFâFuck, nghhh.â
You respond to her moans by pushing ever further into her ass. Your body presses onto her more and more, feeling her damp back, gathering her sweat on your body. The warmth around your cock is just too much. She grips you like a vice.Â
âGoddamn it, Zuha. Is this your first time in the ass?â you grunt. Your voice is raspy.
âNghhh, nâno, boss. This is my second time, bâbut IâIâve never cum from that,â she whines. Her hands are pressed against the mirror harshly. Youâll have to be more gentle if you donât want to break this expensive reflective wall.
You keep pushing and pushing, and finally, you are buried deep up to the hilt. The tightness of her ass is just unreal. A loud moan escapes your lips. Fuck, sheâs tight, too tight.
You stay inside the depth of her ass for a few more seconds, feeling yourself inside of her tight ass. Youâre hoping that sheâs at least enjoying this a little bit.
She does, after all, moaning and writhing like that.
âYou love this, donât you, Zuha? You love having my cock inside your ass like this,â you taunt her, rewarding you with breathless whimpers and moans out of her lips.
âIâI love it, bâboss,â she answers, stuttered and shaken. The sensation is just too much for her. Your hands snake up her body to her small breast, a pair thatâs unforgettable for you. You decide to give her nipples some soft treatment with your filthy hands, rubbing them between your fingers.
âLook at you, your nipples are all hard for me.â You run the sides of your fingers up and down her nipples, feeling them between your digits. She lets out guttural grunts and groans in pleasure. âWhat a goddamn slut.â
âNghhn.â
After what feels like an eternity inside her assâso warm, so tightâyou draw your hips backwards. Her walls are grazing your cock, making the retreat so damn ecstatic. You pull back until half of your cock is out of her puckered hole, before pushing yourself back in. You let out primal moans with it.
âGod, fuck!â
Her ass feels so tight, so right.
You start to find your pace in ravaging Kazuhaâs ass. You set the rhythm in fucking her properly. The room reeks of sex, no matter how big it is. The only thing filling your nostrils right now is the smell of Kazuhaâs sweat and something that screams her.
Your hands are still kneading Kazuhaâs small breasts enthusiastically. Touching them fills you with unbridled joy. They feel soâsoft, soâfirm in your hands, as you plow into her ass with no abandon.
âFucking love these tits, Zuha,â you utter. The words come out before you can suppress it. Your mind is filled with the sensation of fucking her ass and groping her tits. âSoâsoft, soâsmall.â
âNghhh, thâthanks, boss,â she cries out, her voice feeling like sheâs unable to make sense of whatâs going on anymore. Itâs just too overwhelming for her. Your cock inside her ass, your hands on her breasts, your smell, your grunts. Itâs too much she might have hit the third peak of the day.
Her eyes flutter in blissâthatâs what you see in the mirror. She keens, and you love the way she does it. Her voice reeks of complete submission for you. Her smell is driving you insane. Itâs making your grunts more raw, more primal, more animalistic.
You reach out to grab her face. Youâre trying not to make it harsh. You donât want to hurt her. Her moans are interrupted with a gasp. Sheâs shocked at the sudden contact on her face. She definitely is.
You move in for a kiss.
Itâs sloppy, unrefined. Thereâs no tenderness in it, no romance, no lovey-dovey bullshit. Your hands are still freely groping Kazuha's breasts like theyâre yours (theyâre yours). Your tongue invades her mouth, gathering her taste. Sheâs definitely saltyâall the sweat and such.
She finally catches the tempo of the kiss, finally holding on her own. Your tongues are now intertwined in a battle for dominance, trying to taste each other as much as possible. The sound of kissing rings inside your head. Itâs far from romantic. Itâs sloppy. Itâs primal. Itâs raw.
âMmmph, fuck,â she utters as youâre still ramming into her ass. Occasional moans into your mouth can be heard. She finds pleasure in it, and youâre happy that she does.
And you pull back. A string of saliva is still connecting your mouths together. Itâs vulgar. Itâs obscene. That fits. You rest your forehead on Kazuhaâs. It feels so intimate. Youâre so close to her. You can feel the warmth emanating from her, see her sweat running down, see her pores, and you can only think to yourself: fuck, she really is an angel.
âIâll get that solo for you, Zuha,â you say, forehead touching hers. Your mouth feels empty without her tongue. It feels great having her inside your mouth.
âBâBetter keep thâthat promise, boss,â she replies, voice barely holding itself together. âIâll fucking join aespa if itâs an empty one.â
You let out a chuckle. She definitely wonât do it, but itâs not like youâre flippant.Â
âSure. Itâd be suck to lose another member,â you answer her with a smile. Youâre trying to make it as sincere as you can.
You keep pounding into her ass, chasing both of your orgasms. Your hands roam down back to her small, slutty waist. Her breathing grows frantic. You can see the goosebumps on her arms. Sheâs close. Sheâs close.
âFâFuck, aâagain, gonna cum again,â she rasps. Her voice is barely holding itself together. Her walls contract around your cock.
Her dam breaks. Her nectar leaks out of her cunt onto the floor. Some of it spills onto your cock, some spill onto your feet. She lets out a primal grunt, spurring you on to fuck her ass withâ even more roughness. You plow her puckered hole through her orgasm. Sheâs sensitive, but you donât fucking care. You couldnât care any fucking less. You have to cum inside Nakamura Kazuhaâs ass.
You buck your hips into Kazuha with reckless abandon. Fuck the other women if theyâre going to hear this. Youâre more than willing to let them know who owns this angel. Itâs you. Itâs you. Your hands roam over every curve and contour of her body, feeling her smooth skin on your hand. You know itâs hyperbolic, but sheâs nothing short of perfection.
Her moans remain guttural and raw. Theyâre echoing through this practice room, and youâre damn sure that no sounds can be as ethereal as that. Her body, god, her body, you are going to keep dreaming about it forever. Her ass feels utterly divine. She wraps your cock in a way thatâs so damn flawless, and itâs like she was made for your cock and your cock only.
You can feel it. The rising current inside you. It runs through your body. Itâs electric. Itâs going to burst. Youâre going to cum inside your employeeâs ass, and you couldnât have found any better situation to be in.
âHereâs what Iâm going to do, Zuha,â you order. Your voice couldnât be stronger than this. Your grips on her waist tighten. âIâm going to fucking cum inside your ass, and youâre going to take it like a good girl you are, alright?â
âNghhngn, yâyes, boss,â she groans, her voice breaking into pieces. Sheâs broken already.
Itâs there, that familiar feeling inside your loins. You quicken and quicken your pace, pounding into Kazuhaâs ass with an unmatched aggression. Your cock is throbbing inside her, so ready to explode. Your breathing is erratic. Itâs all culminating in this. Youâre going to cum.
âGonnaâGonna cum,â you grunt, thrusting into her as fast as you can. Itâs there. Itâs right fucking there.
âFuck!â
You lose yourself for the second time of the day, this time inside Nakamura Kazuhaâs ass. You can see stars. White spurts paint the inner walls of her. Your body convulses, shaking in bliss. You grunt loudly. Your cock twitches inside her rear hole. The way she keens rings inside your ear as she feels the cum paint her walls. Fuck.
Your cock keeps shooting ropes and ropes of cum into her ass. It feels utterly divine, the way her ass hugs your cock so damn tightly. You press Kazuha against the wall, trapping her in your embrace, forcing her to take all of your cum. She screams in pure pleasure.Â
âFuck,â you groan, as you slowly come down from the earth-shattering orgasm you just had. Both of you are panting in exhaustion. It was tiring. It was mind-breaking.
You drag your spent cock out of her tight ass. Both of you groan in oversensitivity. Cum slowly leaks out of her ass. Youâre all limp, and so is she.
Kazuha still canât seem to catch her breath. She turns around to face you, face all flushed, mouth hanging open before slowly retreating onto the floor. Sheâs exhausted, and so are you.
You look down to face her. Your hands are resting on the wall, trying to hold you up with all the forces they have left. Your cock is all sore from the act, and youâre going to need a good sleep after this.
âGod,â she utters, smiling. âThat wasâthat was fun, huh?â
âYâYeah, that was fun,â you reply with a chuckle. The mood lightens up. The lust earlier is now replaced by comfort. You feel the air thinning. Itâs not as tense as before.
You sit down next to Kazuha, head resting on the mirror. The trace of her body can be seen on the wall. Itâs imprinted, dirty. You donât really care. Let the staff see it.
You look around the room, trying to cool down from the debauchery, before Kazuha rests her head on your shoulder. You feel the unfamiliar warmth from her head. Itâsâcomforting.
âPromise me youâll get me that solo.â She brings up her pinky finger.
It wasnât supposed to be much more than a currency. Robotic. Mechanical. Transactional. Though, as you experience through it, you somehow find retreat in it. The act, even if as rough as it was, brings out the side youâve never seen in her, and something you thought youâd never shown to anyone else. Itâs weirdly comforting to you. And maybe, just maybe, the two of you might look forward to another encounter where you fuck her brainless again, and you might learn a few more things about her, and sheâd share more of her with you, being each otherâs solace against the world.
âI promise.â
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trigun 1998 episode simulator
[3 minutes of guitar solo]
Vash the Stampede: hi my name is Vash the Stampede. I am a hunter of Peace chasing the elusive mayfly of Love. all I really want to do is have a sandwich and a morning coffee without getting chased by bandits
some bandit: (gunshot) absolutely not. square up faggot
Vash: rats.
[gunfight]
Vash the Stampede: my name is Vash the stampede. I am a hunter of Peace chasing the elusive mayfly of Love.could I please have a sandwich
Meryl from the Bernardelli Insurace Society: how long are you going to sit on your ass doing nothing but playing games with children and doing chores for the elderly and disabled and looking after lonely youths and cooking dinner for the homeless
Vash: I've been here for like 2 days
Milly Thompson: Hi Vash!
Vash: Hi Milly
[exit left pursued by bounty hunters]
Vash the Stampede: (panting, entering a bar) my name is Vash the stampede.... I am a hunter of Peace chasing the elusive mayfly of Good L*rd what is going on in here
Hostage: mphdsfhapff!!!! mffmpphhf!!!!
Villain of the week: well if it isn't the elusive Vash the Stampede! you see it all started when I was 4 days old and you kicked me like a football and then exploded my parents to death with a laser canon and killed every puppy in a ten ile (translator's note: this is the No Man's Land equivalent of the American Mile) radius
Vash: I don't remember doing that but well I suppose you can shoot me if it'll make you feel better
Side character of the week: Are you insane? Just shoot him instead???
Vash: but my mom told me not to be mean to people
Villain of the week: (still going) And as I am now 47 years old I have finally decided to get my revenge. Say your prayers, Vash the Pisshead
[Wall explodes and reveals a motorcycle with a sexy priest on it]
[sfx: guitar with a hint of electric distortion]
Vash: is that..... Wolfwood?
Meryl who was in the background this whole time: the priest?
Nicholas Dickolas Wolfwood: (brings his fingers up to a pair of luscious lips to grab the cigarette from right between them, taking one more slow inhale before crushing the cherry red underneath his heel)(sensually cocks one of his 8 guns) Are you just gonna let this guy talk down to you like that needle noggin?
Vash: I g-
[guitar riff bumper]
[guitar riff bumper]
Vash: -uess not, since you're here to help now... (slow, warm smile) Wolfwood
Nicholas D. ranged Wolfwood: Vash
Milly who was also in the background this whole time: Hi mr priest man! isn't this lovely, I haven't seen you since the last time you spoke with mr Vash yesterday evening when you were helping him buckle all those silly belts on his pants after he had lost them somehow
Vash: On a cactus
Milly: On a cactus! Oh it must've hurt so terribly; how fortunate that Mr Priest man was there to help you
Wolfwood: Hi Milly
[gunfight]
Villain of the week: ohhhhh curses!!! CURSES!!!! I have spent my whole existence getting ready to fight Vash the Stampede but he's just too good at swallowing all my bullets!!!!!!
Vash the Stampede: my tragic dead mother would be sad if I didn't swallow everyone's bullets so I've trained diligently every morning at digesting gunpowder without dying immediately
Wolfwood: [internally: I can't believe it. All this time I've spent walking the path of darkness, reaching to a pure light that I could never grasp, and yet here is a man who's dedicated his life and his body to the pursuit of Peace. I wish he were a woman so I could fuck him romantic style. I've got a whole plan for it and everything. Whiskey, sunset, a bed with no sand in it, 6 hours. This would be fully and completely possible if only he were a woman. Unfortunately he's not, but I can still think about the what-ifs. platonically of course. Maybe if he got some good dick he'd stop being so annoying. And maybe he'd stop making me rethink my morals. I wonder if the seven drunken handies meant anything to him. Platonically]
Wolfwood: Well anyway it looks like my job is done here
Vash: (teary) Will I see you again?
Wolfwood: I don't know. And besides, whenever I look at you, I'm reminded of everything I hate about myself. You know, it hurts.
[exit Nicholas D. Wolfwood pursued by repressed homosexual desires and immense catholic guilt]
Vash the Stanned Peat: (looking out the window like a widow whose husband was killed in action) Nicholas... D... Wolfwood.......
Meryl who was in the background that entire time, yes, the whole time: shut the fuck up already
Vash: when will it be my turn Meryl. When
[roll credits]
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vitiosus + deliciosus [vicious + deliciousđ„] || pt 2 of dulcis ut rosa
emperor geta x reader || things progress for geta + his little gnat || 4k
18+ smut, oral: female receiving, choking, slapping, biting, spanking
pt 1: dulcis ut rosa mđ„ || pt 1 Âœ: dulexđ„
pt iii frangere me đ„ || đ„ pt iv: as caelum vel infernum, tecum sum
You didnât know what was to come of you after tonightâs rendezvous in Getaâs chambers. You could hardly sleep, your body sore in places you didnât think were possible, but not in a discomforting way.
The pain was more of an ache, a pulsating want for the time spent in his bed. You daydreamed of his strong hands pressing bruises into your hips, of his mouth hot and wet all over your skin, the bitter tang of your own blood on his lips as he licked the bites better.Â
Geta was a force to be reckoned with. Dominating both outside and inside of his chambers. All of Rome feared him. A flutter filled your stomach at the mere thought of those dark eyes seamlessly devouring you when you worked up enough courage to look into them. No, you wouldnât sleep at all tonight.Â
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Caracalla carried on the next day pretending the previous night hadnât happened. As if his miniscule brain shut out what he had done, carrying on with the daily run of nonsense. He smiled like a gleeful infant who had just discovered his toes at the first meal of the day. Gnawing on ripened fruit and leftover pork, he looked like a wild animal.Â
As if he had vanished with the night, Geta was nowhere to be seen.Â
During prandium, you asked a woman from your village as casually as you could manage if she had seen the missing Emperor.Â
Prisca turned up her nose at your question, questioning why you so desperately needed to know. Replying with a tone that matched her own, you very carefully articulated how Caracalla had asked you to find out. Ending the conversation with a clipped lip, reminding Prisca of your status to the Emperors, and hers with the lowest of soldiers ones missing limbs and their gift of sight.Â
Geta didnât show for any of the day's events, giving Caracalla a taste of running the empire solo, a smear of greed on his protruding crooked nose. You were the only one to notice his absence and if the entire palace didnât seem to take note, youâd act the same. Deciding to leave it alone, remembering the virtue in patience, youâd wait until tonight to catch his eyes in yours once again.Â
The sun seemed to taunt you all day with its beautiful rays, staying longer than it had the day before, never quite ready to go to sleep. The shimmering heat laughing at your dismay as you waited for the moon's powdery face to finally clock in for her shift.Â
You could hardly stand being in Caracallaâs arms as he held you close to him, his breath stinking of an ungodly amount of wine, making you promise that you would never leave Palatine Hill. Pleading that youâd stay with him forever until his dying day. Agreeing like a dutiful servant, you hoped and prayed that that day would come sooner than later.Â
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Geta couldnât pull himself out of bed the next day. Palace servants came and went, offering to move the drapes, karting in mountainous plates of food, but he had refused everything. Only barking orders to bring as much wine as they could carry.Â
Drowning himself in rivers of wine, he couldnât remember a single time since infancy that he felt completely worthless. He was an Emperor for fucks sake. Others may succumb to feelings but not him, never him.Â
Maidens fell at his feet, begging for his attention. He called the shots, fucked them stupid then tossed them away like scraps. Not once had he let any of them get to a place inside of himself he couldnât pinpoint.Â
He couldnât get away from you. Your scent surrounded him, the jasmine perfume of your hair lingered on his sheets. A subtle hint of sugary sweet honey was still on his skin. He hated himself.Â
Loathed the love sick pup he had become in the twilight hours as he gazed at the ceiling, still tasting your core on his lips, his rings sticky and coated with it. Unwilling to remove them in fear that the tiny bit that belonged to you, created by him, would wipe away.Â
His hair was still askew in the same fashion you had rung it around your fingers. Cock hard again remembering the way your body felt in his hands, how that sweet little cunt gripped him tighter than anyone before.Â
The sheets blushed a crimson that neither of you had noticed that broke from your body. He smirked at the thought of his brother unable to make an untouched woman bleed. Clearly he was less than endowed, his size comparable to that of a dangling beetle.
Geta laid in the stains from the two of you, a complete and utter mess of a man unable to forget the sweet little gnat. No longer buzzing in his ear, but pulling at his mind, suffocating every other thought. The gnat wormed her way down into the cavity of his chest, laying against the pinky ventricles cozying up to the dying organ, coaxing it back to life.Â
âCupidâs fool,â he spoke aloud then, as if he confirmed it to nobody but himself, âbody and soul.â A small smirk on his lips as his feet swung from his bed heading to the bathing room to wash himself before the moon peaked in the onyx painted sky, and he met you in that corner corridor.Â
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You traced the stones down the hall as you walked until the pads of your finger went numb. After not seeing or hearing from Geta all day, you questioned your sanity as you approached your typical spot as you always did night after night for months. Would he even show?
Caracalla was exceptionally gleeful this evening, an odd thing considering most of the time he cried like an infant throwing tantrums like a toddler.Â
Your heart raced at the possibility of seeing Geta. Youâd never taken into account how handsome he was, and now without seeing him for a full day, you found yourself almost missing catching glimpses of him.Â
He had two looks that he offered to everyone else. Either sheer and utter boredom, fiddling with his rings in a lazy fashionâ or his eyes narrowed into slits, nostrils flared and a twitch kissing the corner of his eyelid, that permanent scowl rising on his top lip.Â
When he entered a room, he demanded attention in just his body language, shoulders square and broad, chin held high and his jaw tight. Generals rose for him, servants leapt out of the way to avoid him until needed. He was a brute of the highest power.
But in the months of meeting him in the darkness, you had gotten to know how Geta operated. What made him tick, the fatigue wearing on his face after stressful days. The crease between his brows when you told him of Caracallaâs movementsâstudying, brooding.Â
It gave you a sense of power knowing that you were seeked out by him. Even if only for information and a wet mouth, you could feel it emanating from him to you when he came. It started roughly. But lately it was almost as if it could be intimate at times. And you werenât sure what that meant. Either wayâ with Geta, you knew you were safe.Â
Darkness enveloped you on your blind approach to the infamous corridor. For a second, you thought possibly you were lost, somehow turned around until you heard a throat clear, and the handsome Emperor appeared before you, having been blocking the open window from view.Â
âEmperor, my apologies for keeping you waiting,â your lips fumbling as you bowed before him at the waist.Â
A chuckle rumbled from Geta, âyou arenât late, I am simply early,â he said, scratching at his chin, âIâve been roaming around since the light left.âÂ
âOh?âÂ
He simply nodded then, twirling a ruby ring around his finger, ââŠI have received word that Caracalla is becoming more and more delusional. He has increased his staff, begging our mother to supply a general outside of his door while he sleepsâ youâve probably noticed Acacius following him, yes?âÂ
The ruggedly handsome salt and pepper haired soldier flanked the aforementioned Emperor all day, but you never gave it another thoughtâ your mind busy on Getaâs whereabouts.Â
âI havenât trusted my brother since we were young boys using sticks as swords, and the older he gets the more his brain stays in our childhood.â He spoke softly then, âit is only a matter of time before your movements after leaving his chambers are tracked⊠and I canât have that. This will be our last meeting.âÂ
You nearly shouted in his face, telling him that these nights were the only thing worth being stolen away from your village. Months you have done this and now it is gone because he was⊠worried? About Caracalla finding out?
Geta pushed off from the wall, standing with his usual confidenceâhis jaw tight, a strange look on his face. âWhat Caracalla does not knowâ is that Acacius has been loyal to me for years, and has been providing me with information about him for nearly as long.âÂ
Your eyebrows crease as you try to unravel the thread heâs woven, and a small smile ticks at the corner of his lips as realization spreads across your face. Mischievous Geta, always a step ahead.Â
âJoin me?âÂ
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Geta was approached by Acacius when leaving his chambers this evening.Â
âEmperor,â Acacius announced, bowing his head in honor, âIâm sorry to disturb you so late.âÂ
Geta pulled his chamber door shut waving his hand in dismissal, ânonsense General, whatever it is it must be important for you to seek me out, what is it?âÂ
âThis is not easy for me to say.. I feel like a traitor to you. to these wallsââ
âOut with it,â Geta pressed, irritated.
âItâs Emperor Caracalla⊠your excellency, I have been summoned to be posted outside his quarters and provide security for him during the daylight hours.â
Geta rubbed at his chin, a twitch in his eye, âI know youâre not one to joke on a serious matter Acacius, however this seems quite juvenile, even for my brother.âÂ
âI assure you, he has been increasingly suspicious over the last few months, ever since that travel wagon arrived with the Virgines from Valleventus.âÂ
Acacius gave Geta a knowing look, one to convey that he knew what happened in these walls at night once Caracallaâs whore left his chambers.Â
Geta smiled then, unable to hide it, his face relaxing as he clapped the General on the shoulder, âyou are a great confidant, Acaciusâ I will take this into great consideration.âÂ
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The two of you strolled the corridors in silence, his knuckles grazing yours, your heart pumping wildly in your chest. You were certain that if the two of you were caught youâd be killed on sight, tossed in a deep grave without a second thought. But with Geta⊠you couldnât find yourself to care about any of that. Did he?
You knew you were walking a thin line, and it got thinner the more time you spent with him. But if he was willing to walk it as well, youâd risk it⊠same as he wasÂ
After a few minutes, you broke the silence, âmay IâŠask you something?âÂ
Geta tilted his head towards you, âyes.âÂ
All day he had been gone, and your curiosity finally got the better of you. âWhere were you?â
He smirks and your insides melt, âwere you looking for me, little dulex?âÂ
You turn away from his gaze, fumbling with a loose thread on your tolsa, ân-no. Caracalla had asked me.âÂ
A laugh bubbles from his chest, âI am not fond of being lied to, try again.âÂ
Sweat drips from your hairline, âHeâŠwell, he inquired about it...âÂ
âAh, so you were only wondering about my whereabouts when Caracalla finally noticed I was missing?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
He stopped before a large set of doors and pushed them open revealing a large room, suffocated by darkness. You felt him leave your side to cross the room, and suddenly it illuminated by a candle he had lit. Gently tipping the flame into a massive candelabra, each wick of the candle igniting like a little orb, throwing shadows across the room.Â
It was one of the many rooms youâd never seen before. Â
A single staircase wove upwards with great iron detailing to a room above, a desk as large as a wagon was centered in the room, pictures of faces you didnât recognize flanked the walls, the floors were spread of mosaic tiles: shaped and colored to resemble a salmon colored sunset. An open area let in a small breeze that trickled out into a luscious garden where a fountain could be heard bubbling, brought in by the wind. Luxurious armchairs were tucked into corners.Â
This room shared the same color of draperies as a room youâve only been to once before. The dark hues set a mood that belonged to one singular man. This was a private area that even the highest generals werenât even allowed in. Getaâs study.Â
He came back towards you, grasping your wrist, his thumb pressing into your beating pulse, his eyes lit like a roaring fire, âlast chance, to be honest, were you the one looking for me?âÂ
Hesitating with your breath caught in your throat, you peered into Getaâs seemingly soulless eyes, whispering, âyes,â as a heat rose on your cheeks.Â
A smirk pulls on his lip, and a dimple youâve never seen appears, âoh, my puella dulcis,â he purred, shaking his head, those dark eyes hungry as he looked you up and down, âyouâre in trouble.â
He pulled you to him, his large hands on your waist leading you further into the room as he walked backwards. âDo you know the pure agony youâve put me through?âÂ
âMe?âÂ
Geta nods, pushing the straps of your tolsa away from your shoulders, admiring the marks he had left on your skin.Â
âYes. You.â he says, rubbing the column of your throat with his thumb. âIt is nefarious the hold you have over me. Iâve never felt anything like it. Death would be easier on me. A sword between my ribs to puncture my lungs, the festering boils from a plague, an arrow through my eyeâ anything and everything would be better than what you do to me.âÂ
His hand clasps tight around your neck, the gasp you let out trapped in your throat.Â
âSo, what am I to do with you? What am I to do with someone who keeps causing me this much trouble? Who risks herself being caught by seeking me out? Who is, dare I say, worried about my well-being?â
He slides his hand up and down the length of your neck, his other stroking your cheek resting his thumb on the crease of your lips.Â
âI punish my soldiers for much less, and as any great warrior, I shall be fair by keeping all of my subjects to the highest of standards, you unfortunately, are not exempt.â
One minute youâre standing in front of him the next youâre being yanked by your wrist as he stomps towards one of the large chaise lounges, he sits abruptly and pulls you into his lap. Heâs hard, the feel of his erection making you whine pathetically.Â
He holds you by your hips and twists you around, until your face is level with the ground, your ass resting over his knees.Â
The sound of unbinding thread pops in your ears as Geta rips your tolsa away from you, leaving you bare, your ass on display like a holiday feast.Â
âIâve never gazed upon an ass as round and fat as yours, and believe me when I say this my puella dulcis, I will thoroughly enjoy watching it burn in scarlet as it bounces beneath my hand.âÂ
You donât have a second to comprehend his words before a large ringed hand is slapped hard across your backside, causing you to shriek in surprise and pain.Â
âFuck,â Geta spit, âweâve barely just begun, you should be pissing with glee that I donât keep my horse whip in my study.â Two more licks rip out and you moan.Â
He laughs wickedly, his sultry voice shushing you as he rubs his hand over the globe of your ass. âEnjoying this are you? Iâve heard stories from soldiers and even my own father about the whores during their time, how they begged, fucking pleaded to be hit on the ass by a man.âÂ
Geta slaps his hand down hard more and more until youâd lost count. That same scorching feeling in your lower belly and the wetness between your legs just like last night came back, and you moaned.Â
Humming between your lips, you relished in the ache in your back as you tried to hold yourself up. Trying to wiggle forward so maybe his hand would slip and miss your ass but touch down where you needed him most.Â
But you didnât need to ask, Geta laughed through his nose before slipping his thumb through your wet cunt, groaning at the heat of your arousal on his fingers again.Â
âWhat a tight fucking cunt you have,â he grunted before rubbing your clit, â filtjy girlâlooks like those legends were true, werenât they?âÂ
âPlease,â you begged, trying to swallow his fingers with your dripping pussy.Â
Your small pleads tore through him, his cock answering with a twitch as it leaked. He brought you up your throat, holding you in place and moving your hips along the stiff ridge of his length.Â
Geta sunk his teeth into your bare shoulder as you moaned, âcan you feel what you do to me?â he whispered, âthe torture you put me through, the hours I spend like this with nothing but you trapped in my head. Itâs murderous.âÂ
Purring his name he groans, licking sweat from your neck. âI havenât had a single hour since the first night we met without having this happening without needing to release myself. Do you think I can be a leader to my people with such indecency? As if Iâm a young boy discovering his own body and the feel of his hand again. Youâre a snake, filled with poisonous venom to come here and kill me.âÂ
He rips your clothes completely off, wiggling his middle finger against your clit, praising the gods at the angel like whine that whispers from your lips.Â
â⊠and like the gnat, the snake has bit me, feasting upon my flesh, constantly hungry. But it is I who is left hungry by your tormenting ways,â he whispers in your ear, licking the shell of it, âand right now, Iâm starving.âÂ
Geta hoists you up in his arms, kissing your neck and squeezing your skin wherever he can reach as he walks to the enormous desk full of scrolls. With one mighty hand holding you, he swipes the desk clean, tossing everything that was once organized onto the floor.Â
He lays you down on the wooden top, your bare back riddling with goosebumps from the cool hard surface. Looking up at him this was the first youâve seen his face since first entering his study.Â
His eyes were black, wide and wild, the candle light throwing shadows onto his face making him look monstrous. Like a creature straight from the dark world, one from a story told to children at night to scare them enough to not leave their beds.Â
Anyone else would run at the sight of such a man. Scream and claw their way from him, but not you. You simply opened your knees wider, showing the dripping wetness to him, what he did to you.Â
Geta simply watched. Watched and breathed heavily like a predator before leaping to attack his prey. He stared as you sucked a finger into your mouth, he almost flatlined as you brought that spit soaked finger down the length of your body, your nipples pebbling.Â
He swore he met death when you slipped that glorious finger into your cunt, and gently pumped it in and out.Â
âThis,â you murmured weakly, unable to contain your moans, âis what you do to me.âÂ
He groaned, practically drooling at you laid out before him. You tipped your head back as a small gasp rippled through you. Lifting your shoulders from the desk you looked him in the eyes, âI guess we are both demented, enjoying the torture from eachother.âÂ
âI didnât want to admit it,â Geta blurted, his dark eyes piercing the night, scaring away the shadows. âAll day I wrestled with it, how you could make me quiver like a lovesick boy. I turned away meals, laying in the darkness, surrounded by your bewitching scent.âÂ
 âIf youâre so hungry,â you whisper seductively, opening your legs wider, your arousal shining in the candlelight as you remove your fingers from inside of yourself, âthen by all means, eat.âÂ
Geta didnât wait another second before pulling you forward by the crook of knees, your welted red ass skirting across the desk. You giggled as he feverishly lowered himself and held your thighs wide, âkeep these open for me.âÂ
His tongue was like an eel.Â
Geta flicked his tongue at a dangerous pace against your clit, groaning into your sex as you whined his name again and again. His licked and sucked your cunt as ravenous as a truly starved man, his moans vibrating your walls, sending your nerve endings into a liquid fired frenzy.Â
Youâd never experienced anyoneâs tongue between your legs, but this was better than anything youâd ever imagined, nothing compared to the way your body electrified beneath his hands, his mouth.Â
Getaâs nose rubbed against your clit as he lapped up your arousal. The burn in your belly seared and unraveled as you screamed out his name, your body rigid and then uncoiling as your muscles spasmed and quaked.Â
Your hands wrapped in a death grip in his hair, holding him tight to your pussy as you came, Geta encouraging you through the pleasure.Â
âFuck, look at you,â he said, admiring the way you leaked and dripped on his desk, âtaste so fucking good, this cunt belongs to me,â he breathed.Â
It was lust and vicious desire emanating from him as he spoke. and you melted at the desperate way you craved him. Grabbing him by the nape of his neck you pressed your lips to his, tasting your arousal on his tongue, you felt drunkÂ
He hauled your weak body up in his arms, murmuring something about wobbly legs. Geta kissed your forehead as he climbed the spiral steps that lead straight into his chambers. His bed was made, but the smell of sex was still lingering from the night before.Â
Geta laid you down on his massive bed, careful of the marks on your backside from his hand. You watched as he undressed, his arms showing protruding veins like a river in the fallen snow. A deep scar you didnât recognize before on his torso, identical to the one on his neck. His eyes seemed to look softer, a deep honey simmering, catching the light.Â
When he spoke it wasnât with malice it was with truth, âyou are mine. Understand? Not Caracallaâs, not anyone elseâs, I will slaughter any man who challenges that.â
Your heart races as you stare at him, rising to your knees in front of him, âpromise?âÂ
âMeus amor,â Geta speaks, holding your chin with his finger, âthat is my veritas, I give you my word.âÂ
You stroked his hair as you pulled him down to the bed on top of you. Pressing his curls back into an unruly position, you admire the handsome Emperor. Your Emperor.Â
Pressing your lips to his, you pull him deeper, swirling your tongue with his in a frenzied tango. His hips respond to your open legs and his cock slides in with ease, fitting like a sword in a sheath.Â
âYou are a wicked one, my dulcis.â Geta pants in your ear as his hips pick up a butchering rhythm. Your combined breathing is ragged, choked and gasping.Â
Biting his ear he hisses, but you lick it better, the same as he did to you last night, only a drop of his blood on your tongue as you whisper, âthen we are one in the same, destinatum ease, destined to be.âÂ
With that he flips you both over, guiding your hips up and down, forward and back as helps you ride his cock. When you both cum itâs loud, skin slapping skin, your arousal pooling around his cock, his fucked deep inside of you.Â
Laying in the sweaty, sin stained sheets, you twirl a finger in Getaâs hair, his head laying on your bare chest between your tits, his hand holding your ribs. âTomorrow I will have the servants change the sheets while I bathe you in my private pool.âÂ
âIs my Geta turning sweet?â you tease, âwhat will Rome think?â
Turning his head those ravenous eyes were painted in the midnight onyx that they usually were, returning with mischief laced in the irises, a devilish smirk on his lips.Â
He moved like a serpent, biting your right nipple between his teeth and tugging, causing you to squeal in a pleasured pain that is snuffed out by his large hand around your throat.Â
âDo not be fooled pretty girl,â the villainous flames flickered again in his eyes, a feral twitch on his lips that made you wet between your legs, âmalevolence coats my veins thicker than blood.â
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latin translation:
vitiosus + deliciosus â vicious + delicious
prandiumâ lunch
puella dulcisâ sweet girl
meus amorâ my love
veritasâ truth
destinatum easeâ destined to be
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Constant Companions Closeup #2: NOT QUITE THERE
(also on spotify!)
b-b-back once again
Round two of the Constant Companions Closeups - a series of in-depth dives into the songs off of my latest album, Constant Companions! Yesterday was track one, Dyad - today is track two, Not Quite There, featuring the incomparable telebasher!
This one's a bit of a dark horse relative to the rest of the album, but it may very well be my personal favorite song on the entire thing so dammit let's Yap
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For the uninitiated, this song pulls heavily from a song off my previous album called Gummyworm, both in vibe and by very directly quoting its synth motif.
Both of these songs deal with two sides of the same emotional coin. I actually don't want to go into too much detail about it - I feel like the lyrics spell things out clearly enough - but I will say this:
When it's all you know, it's easy to believe that a love that isolates you, a love that doesn't respect you, a love that hurts is better than no love at all.
You deserve better. There are always people who genuinely want what's best for you, who want you to feel truly loved. It certainly isn't always easy - it's genuinely good if your interpersonal relationships have a little friction sometimes - but love should make your life brighter.
You deserve a love that's fair.
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The original version of this song was actually intended to be on Bittersweet alongside Gummyworm. The original concept for that album had a whole heady concept involving duality, songs reflecting each other, the two halves basically being reprisals of each other... Ultimately, I'm glad I scrapped that idea, because it was waaaaaay too much for me to manage after a couple years of barely making music. Maybe I'll revisit it someday though?
The drums on this song are sampled from an Instagram post by Louis Cole, where he's doing this crazy one-handed hi-hat blast by holding a drumstick sideways. I'm a drummer and that shit genuinely scares me a little like i dont know how he does half the things he does its fucked BUT. I bring this up because he's one of my biggest inspirations as a musician! I'm really big on jazz in general, in case my love for spicy chords wasn't enough of an indication, but his specific brand of freaky hyperactive bullshit just does it for me.
Seriously, go watch his band KNOWER play their song Overtime. Absolutely insane performances across the board. also Clown Core
This whole song is really just my attempt at matching some of that hectic jazzy energy with my own style of music, so I figured it only made sense to make it another collab with another musician making delightfully frantic jazz bullshit - the legend herself, telebasher! I really am such a massive fan of her work, and I struggle to think of anyone who plays guitar quite like she does. We previously worked together on another Bittersweet track, Asemic Speech, and her guitar work is a major reason why that song is still one of my favorite I've ever released!! She's just built different like listen to this oh my god!!!!
Lastly, since this song was one of the first written for this entire project... it is admittedly a case of me shoehorning the album's leitmotif in after the fact. It's a little forced when it shows up in the backing vocals! But, the choir of vocal synths during the guitar solo served an additional purpose - my own voice doesn't show up on the album again for another four entire songs, and this would've otherwise been the only song on the entire album that didn't feature any vocal synths. Thus did I attempt to bridge the gap, as it were. Hopefully it makes the final product feel more natural!!
Either way, that's all for today's post.... i think.... which means that tomorrow.... we're gonna rot.... for clout
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wardrobe malfunction â nanami kento
summary: your cursed technique isn't exactly clothing-friendly, and when you find yourself in a less than ideal situation, you only had one person you could ask for help.
tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, light nanami x reader, cursing, kind of suggestive but not exactly (?), second hand embarrassment is real, this is just pure crack to be honest, is reader lucky or unlucky? i fret, for i do not know, this is barely proofread because i wrote this absolute nonsense on a complete whim, i hope you have as much fun reading this as i did writing it.
wc: 1k
â collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" â masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events
You had just finished blowing up a grade 2 curse that lunged at you full-speed. Your chest heaved up and down with tiny droplets of sweat coming down, as you panted inside the abandoned apartment complex. For a while, the adrenaline pumping through your veins made it hard to assess your state, but then, as you began decelerating and looked at your body, you realized something.
âOh, no. Not again.âÂ
Considering your innate cursed technique involved casting small bombs of cursed energy, they could blow up through many things, and when you didnât manage to distance yourself from them before the impact⊠Well, safe to say that some things were bound to happen.
You pulled your phone ready to call⊠someone. Anyone, really. But the ancient piece of technology that you failed to replace in these past few weeks wouldnât let you access your contacts list, providing you solely with your three last dialed numbers â Gojo, Yaga and Nanami.
Your fucking phone. Your damn, fucking phone.
Just thinking about this had you beyond mortified, but it was either this, or never leaving the building again. So you took a deep breath before pressing dial.
***
Nanami found Shoko to take care of some minor injuries on his arm, and as she was finished, his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, and saw your name flashing on the screen.
As he answered, you stuttered for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak.
âSo, Nanami, I need, uh, some assistance.âÂ
He found that to be odd, considering you knew he was on another mission today, and this was a solo endeavor for you.
âHas something happened?â
âSo, you know how my technique works, right?â
That question had the sorcerer feeling somewhat puzzled, given he had seen you use it â and explain it â multiple times already.
âOf course, we've been on missions together, and you have explained it to me more than once.â
You sighed before proceeding. âSo, here's the thing, I kind of blew myself up.âÂ
That quickly got his attention and he tensed up. Shoko had just finished removing her gloves and noticed it.
âAre you injured?â His usually impassive voice had a hint of worry to it.
âNo, no. I'm fine. Sometimes this kind of happens, and I'm pretty used to blocking the impact and using RCT if needed.âÂ
Is it her? Is she okay? She better be, I need her tomorrow, Shoko whispered at Nanami as she walked around and sat on a bench in front of him.
He didnât notice what she asked, as he was humming confusedly, given you still hadnât clarified why you called.
Your voice kind of cracked up for a moment, as you violently blushed on the other side. At least, the phone is an imageless form of communication.
âSo, Iâm okay. But my clothes, they, uh⊠I blew them up.â
He slowly began taking in what exactly you were saying.
âThat's it, thatâs what happened. I⊠I need clothes, please. Can you bring me some, just so I can get out of here without getting arrested for public indecency?â
Nanami kept silent for some time, and felt a slight rush of heat run over his cheeks.
âNanami?âÂ
He coughed slightly, tensing his posture as he did.
âYes, of course. But wouldn't you rather someone else to do that for you, like Ms. Nitta, or one of the female students?âÂ
That caught Shokoâs attention, and she discreetly looked at the sorcerer while he was still on the phone with you.
You nearly gagged.
âNo! No way. I⊠I'm mortified as is.â
Somebody please fucking kill me.
âI can't talk about this with anyone else. It's too damn embarrassing,â you stated, letting your mind go to random facts in order to try lifting the mood. âI now understand why that student from Kyoto keeps taking his shirt off to fight, but that's beside the point.â
You were met at the wake of your failed joke.
âI-I mean⊠Just bring me something, please.âÂ
Nanami cleared his throat as he pulled on his tie and opened his shirtâs top button.
âFine. Send me your location.â
You sighed, relieved.
âGreat, you're the best, thank you!â
He switched his phone off and grounded himself for a moment.
âIs she alright?âÂ
âYes, she is,â he answered, some words choking on their way up for a second. âMs. Ieiri, do you happen to have any clothes around here?âÂ
âWhat? Why would you need that?â
He couldnât muster up anything remotely feasible to say, and given that embarrassment is an infectious condition, it began creeping up on him, too.
Nanami resumed speaking. â⊠I'm sorry to bother you. I just remembered I can get an assistant's uniform.âÂ
He then walked towards the door to leave.
âNanamiâŠâ Shoko began.
âHm?â He asked, as turning around.
â⊠Are you blushing?â
â... Good afternoon,â he answered, before stepping out a little quicker than usual.
***
Nanami had just arrived, and you let him know you were upstairs. As he asked how you wanted to receive the clothes, you were insistent that he threw the bag over the steps, and being a reasonable and rational person, the sorcerer obviously declined to do that.
âJust throw the thing already!â you yelled from the top of the stairs, away from his sight.
âIâm not uncivilized,â he replied, sighing. âIâm going to put them down here, and wait for you outside.â Â
Nanami was considerably less mortified than you would expect, but it was him, Mr. mature, after all. Also, this wasnât the first embarrassing situation of yours that he had witnessed.
You were prone to setting yourself up for absurd shenanigans, it seemed.
As you heard him leave and close the door, you stepped your way down and flimsily put the black pants and white buttoned shirt, which didnât match at all with the hiking boots you usually wore on missions.
You went outside, and were met by him, his usual impassiveness slightly disturbed by something you couldnât quite yet identify.
âThank you, Nanami,â you stated, sighing relieved.
âItâs no trouble,â he answered, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.Â
You were both uncomfortably silent for a while.
âThese kinds of unexpected things happ-â
âWe will never talk about this again as long as I live, please, I canât copeâ you pleaded, voice simmering with desperation for this awkward moment to be over, âjust, please.âÂ
He cleared his throat, mindlessly adjusting his tie around his neck. It strangely felt more tight than usual.
âOf course. I apologize.â
âNo need. Itâs fine. Letâs just go back to Jujutsu High and pretend this never happened.â
âI do not know what youâre talking about,â he said, sparing you a quick glance.
You smiled, amused and thankful.
âRight. Precisely.âÂ
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*à©â© đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : ethan landry x reader
*à©â© đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: drunk confessions, .2 seconds of angst, no spoilers :)
*à©â© đ/đ§: part 1 of 2!! i swear i promise, i pinkie promise that part 2 will come out today
you donât get jealous, ever.Â
it was your (albeit private ) defining feature. you were content with everything you hadâ no, beyond content: you were happy. you didnât want anything else because you didnât need anything else. you had a good family, enough money to keep you from debt, good friends, and even better academics.Â
so imagine your surprise when you get that bitter feeling boiling in your stomach at the sight of your âfriend,â ethan landry, eyeing another girl.Â
youâre being very liberal with the term âfriend,â but itâs only because you canât think of a word to describe someone youâd been hanging out with for a few months, talking and treating them as a friend, but going home and imagining what itâd be like to fuck them senseless.
youâd probably call it a crush, but âfriendâ sounded much less embarrassing.Â
but itâs all going on at some stupid party for some stupid celebration you couldnât care less about; all you wanted to do was get drunk enough to barely avoid a hangover. you went with your small group of friends, and eventually forced yourself to socialize once you had some juice in your system.Â
and it was when you were talking to some pretty girl from your liberal arts class when you saw him: leaning against the wall, red solo cup in hand, eyes stuck on a girl in a halter top with patterned shorts to matchâ a girl standing right across from you.Â
and maybe it was something in the way his fingers were tapping on the plastic cup, or the twitching of his knee, or the way that he just refused take his fucking eyes off of herâ
it set you off.Â
suddenly you found yourself at a table full of cheap bottles of booze, and your plastic cup was full, brimming with whatever concoction of cheap seltzer and even cheaper tequila you could find. soon enough, you were weaving and dodging your way through the sweaty masses to try and find an exit.
finally, after eons (three minutes) of searching, you managed to find yourself a door, and relished in the early spring chill that hit your skin.
you tried to drink and forget, seeing as though that was the whole reason you came out here. but no matter how much jungle juice you downed, you found your mind wandering back to him.
you couldnât stop thinking about how ethan refused to look at anyone but her, how even when people greeted him, he waved them off without even looking at them. and you couldnât stop thinking about the way she was dancing, as if she was born to do so, and how he wouldnât stop fucking staring at her.
you werenât jealousâ you didnât get jealous. this wasnât jealousy, it was justâŠ
just what, envy? envious of what? of some dork youâve grown particularly fond of eyeing some random girl at this stupid frat party? of the guy youâve been harboring a crush on for months staring at a girl he didnât even know? of ethan landry, the boy you hadnât stopped thinking of for months, thinking about anyone but you?
no, you werenât envious. what could you possibly be envious of?
âwhat are you doing out here?â
you jump at ethans voice, beginning to feel particularly sluggishâ when did your cup get so light? as a matter of fact, when did it get empty?
âi could ask you the same thing,â you say, finding it increasingly difficult to formulate words.Â
âit got too sweaty and crowded in there,â he sits down next to you, bringing his arms close to his torso at the sudden cold breeze. âi always forget how much i hate coming to these parties.â
âthen why do you keep coming?â you raise the cup to your lips, frowning when you remember its lack of contents.Â
he doesnât say anything.
âis it because of a girl?â you see him tense from the corner of your vision, however foggy it may be.Â
ethans shaking his head. âwhat makes you say that?â
you shrug, carefully placing the cup by your feet. âi saw you looking at her,â his shoulders drop, and you canât help but feel something in your chest drop too. âsheâs really pretty, i think i have a few classes with her.â
âi really donât know what youâre talking about.â he feigns ignorance, the coward.
âcome on ethan, donât pretend to be stupid, i know youâre smarter than that.â a chill runs down your spine, you tell yourself its not from the sudden realization of your close proximity to him, but instead because of the cool air around you.Â
âwait, are youâŠâ he turns to you. âare you jealous?â
you scoff. âjealous? i donât get jealous eâthan,â you hiccup between the syllables of his name.
âyou know, i have a tendency to misread situations, but youâŠâ he pauses to take a dramatic breath. âyou seem really jealous.â
âokay, sure butâŠwhy would i be jealous, hm? itâs not like i make the rules on what girls you can and canât look at.â youâre staring into his eyes. those wonderful, beautiful, adjective-ful eyes that make you want to start screaming and shaking and crying and throwing up.Â
you canât stop looking at his eyes, and you can feel your gaze flitting between the two. Â
you want ethan to quip back with something sharp and cleaver, but he doesnât. he just turns away from you, shrugs, and keeps on nursing the drink in his hand.Â
for a moment, you feel guilty, another feeling you hadnât experienced in a while. maybe that made you a good person, or maybe that just made you a socially inept asshole.Â
you donât know why you feel guilty, but you suspect it has something to do with how silent ethan is, or how his brows are leaning with regret, or how his shoulder are slumped much more than they were a second ago.Â
âi wasnât looking at her,â ethan mutters, breaking your shared silence. âi wasâŠlooking at someone else.â
you want to curse him out because, really, why did it matter if he was looking at another girl? it was someone who wasnât you, and thatâs all that mattered.Â
âi donât care ethan, itâs not that seriousââ you cut yourself off when you turn to him, frozen in how quickly you drown in his puppy dog eyes.Â
and then it hits you.Â
he wasnât looking at that girl, he was looking at someone else.
he was lookingâÂ
âat you.â
oh.
oh.
you want to say something, you really do. in any other situation, if it played out exactly like this but minus the alcohol, youâd be able to come up with some poetic ass speech about love and devotion and lifeâ
but youâre drunk, and you canât think. you donât want to think.Â
so instead, you act.Â
instead, you kiss him.Â
your hands are grasping at his shirt and youâre kissing him hard. you donât care if itâs sloppy or bad, you just care that youâre kissing him.
and, obviously, ethan cares too.Â
because in a moment, one of his hands are brushing the crook of your neck, and his other arm is shaking around your waist. you know your breath tastes like black cherry white claw and dollar store tequila, but with the way ethan was kissing you, it was as if you were the best thing heâd ever had in his life.
itâs like heâs starvingâ as if heâs been waiting for this for months. and you wonder, passively, if heâd been pining for you all this time as well. you want to ask him, but asking him would mean youâd have to stop kissing him, and at this point youâd rather die than have that happen.Â
so youâre quick to pull yourself onto his lap, stradding one of his thighs. youâve just started to work with the hem of his shirt and god just feeling his v-line makes you dizzyâ but ethan pulls away, and you feel your jaw slack at the sight of his lust-blown pupils and spit-kissed lips.
âas much as i want this to happen,â you note how heavy heâs breathing. âi really wouldnât want to have sex with you on the front steps of a house party.â
youâre standing up with a curt nod, pulling ethan by the hand as you back up.
âalso my room is like, twelve minutes awayââ
âmy house is just down the block, and my roommates are gone for the weekend.â
ethan glances towards the direction that you gestured in, and nearly trips over his shoes as you start walking towards it.Â
âyeah, that actually sounds perfect.âÂ
all the way home, neither one of you can stop imagining what itâs going to be like to get fucked senseless.
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âž Assassin Jaehyun x Assassin Female reader âž Smut, Smut, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Gore, MATURE âž JAEHYUN SMUT SERIES: FUCK, MARRY, KILL âž VOLUME I: PART 1, PART 2, PART 3
THIS IS PART 3. THIS IS PART 3. THIS IS PART 3.
VOLUME I: PART 2 WORD COUNT: 10,748k
Warnings: THIS FIC IS FICTION ONLY, Smut, smut, smut, MATURE THEMES, Heavy description of killings because most of the characters are assassins, mentions of blood, character death, A LOT OF NCT MEMBERS WILL D WORD IN THIS FIC, unprotected sex, mentions of condoms, mentions of pill, pregnancy, swearing, mentions of alcohol. Mentions of being an orphan, Not everything is proofread, apologies again. Kidnapping, burning of possession, I hope I did not forget anything.
A/N: I will cut VOLUME I into three parts, PART I AND PART II is posted already. Thank you to my readers!!! Im sorry if it took me so long to post a usual. VOLUME 2 will be posted HOPEFULLY BY THE END OF FEBRUARY :( please understand that I want to support Taeyong's second solo album first.
When Jaehyun needed to let go of your hand and allow the doctors to do their job, everything became silent and he never felt so weak like this before. It was not too long when the others came but Jaehyun already lost himself and kept thinking who did this to you. Thereâs only one man in his mind though, Kun.Â
By the time you were stable and safe from death, Jaehyun couldnât let go of your hand, even while he was sleeping. But days passed by slowly, and your condition wasn't getting any better, this is where he started feeling angry again, frustrated because he couldn't do anything to wake you up. He didnât have any choice but to go back to where heâs good at. Killing.Â
âSave yourself from the trouble, let us handle this stay here with her, sheâll love it when she wakes up and youâre beside herâ Yuta tried to persuade Jaehyun.Â
âIâll do this on my own. Keep her safe for me. When she wakes up⊠tell her Iâll be with her soonâ Jaehyun says before kissing you goodbye, whispering sweet things beside your ear.Â
âPlease donât leave me. I will be nothing without youâ he says.Â
During the days that heâs tracking Kun, Jaehyun promises to himself that from now on, he will be a boss while being an assassin himself, killing everyone that goes on his way, he is blinded by his anger and want for revenge. He will work harder to achieve piece in your lives even tho he needs to bring chaos first.Â
When Jaehyun finally met Kun face to face, he did not know why finding and looking for him felt wrong, it was as if the clues that he had never pointed him to Kunâs direction but he kept on insisting on blaming Kun⊠because he really donât know who to kill.Â
âDo you know why the Phantoms are always ahead of youâŠ. Because youâre stupidâ Kun mocks Jaehyun. âIâll tell you who wanted Y/n dead but I want something big in returnâ
âYou canât bring money on your deathbed Kun. Come on be creative, ask for something elseâÂ
Kun just gave him a mocking smile.Â
âSo who wanted Y/n dead?â Jaehyun asked, pointing his gun toward Kun.Â
âI think you can answer that question⊠actually, I think you know the answer alreadyâ
It was quiet for some time. Crazy how Kunâs words were true and Jaehyun was just denying the fact that⊠his father is the one who wanted you dead. He had a hunch already. But blood is still blood. Jaehyun couldnât swallow that pill.Â
âImagine this Jaehyun⊠you and Y/n in a faraway place. Get married privately. Away from all the family drama. Build a home. Build a family. Isnât that what you want? Well⊠according to Hendery thatâs what Y/n wantedâÂ
Immediately Jaehyunâs world stopped. Kun already knew that he was about to get what he wanted in this life. It's not easy to have a deal with a Phantom, but for you, Jaehyun is willing to risk that.
âJust tell me if I should do the dirty work Jeongâ Kun added.
By the time you gain continuousness and finally awake from your deep sleep, you look for Jaehyun beside you but it was Mark you saw first, followed by Yuta who just entered the room with a cup of noodles. Of course, you remember being food poisoned, coughing blood and staining Jaehyunâs clothes, you still remember the horrible memories before you closed your eyes that time.Â
âI know you miss Jaehyun even when youâre sleepingâ but he just got home from a mission alone⊠he will be here soonâ Mark whispered. âHe did it Y/n, he killed Kun. The last of the Phantomsâ Yuta added.Â
âHow long was I sleeping?â You asked weakly. You canât believe that Jaehyun was back to killing while you were out. He hasnât gotten his hand dirty for years.
âRoughly 14 days-â
âHe tracked and killed Kun in 14 days?â You let out a laugh.Â
âWell, we almost lost you Y/nâ Mark said and you can only imagine how Jaehyun felt.Â
While waiting for Jaehyun to arrive, you fell asleep and dreamt of him kissing and snuggling you under the beautiful sunset, holding hands while enjoying the warmth of the sun, little did you know, Jaehyun was already beside you. Trying to gently wake you up. And by the time you opened your eyes, his lips found yours and you pulled him in for an embrace. He look tired, he got thin in a matter of days.Â
âLetâs go far away from this place and live peacefullyâ he asked of you sweetly. âDo you like that?â His hands found yours, he was cold and shaking, oh how you wish it was warm and relaxed like how you dreamt of him.Â
After being discharged from the hospital, he was focused on you. He even discharged you from the hospital himself and drove you home. A new house. Everything happened so fast, and you donât know why Jaehyun is like this. He never left the house, heâs always by your side but heâs always on his toes, always on the phone, almost not sleeping. Whatâs happening?Â
âHere, you feeling okay?â He handed you your medicine and a glass of water, watching you very carefully as you take everything.Â
âWhy are you watching me like a hawk Jae?â Your arms immediately wrapped around him. Youâre still weak and he can see it.Â
âIâm just doing my jobâ he smiles and kisses your forehead before he returns the embrace. Heâs always by your side lately, youâre not complaining but you wish he could be honest and tell you everything.Â
âHmm. Thatâs my job. Protecting you Jeong Yoonohâ you teased him. He just laughed.Â
âDo you know how painful it is to watch you sleep, and talk to you while you were unconscious? I never want that to happen again. I felt so hopeless. Itâs like I was ready to die any minuteâ
Of course you know what he felt. You almost lost him too. âFrom now on⊠can you just let me⊠let me protect you. Let me take care of you. No questions asked?â He looked you in the eye and waited for your answer.Â
You just nod.Â
After a few weeks of staying in the new house, Jaehyun surprised you with a long vacation in Italy. You already knew that this trip was a secret to the world. A trip between you and Jaehyun only while Taeyong, Mark, and Yuta are on standby protecting you and Jaehyun. âI donât like this princess treatment. What is going on?â You asked Taeyong sternly. But as per Jaehyunâs request, he did not tell you anything.Â
Jaehyun was extremely quiet during the trip. Almost as if his mind is somewhere else but you couldnât ask him. You feel like heâs somewhere else.Â
It was dark when you two arrived at this secluded farm but you trusted Jaehyunâs words, âyouâll love this placeâ The house was simple. Thereâs grass everywhere, beautiful garden, all kinds of flowers and shrubs, and you can hear crickets around the place. The moon was shining brightly too. Nothing fancy, when you two walked in. Theres a nice living room, filled with unique furniture and nice trinkets. âCould be better if the family who lived here put up some family pictures,â you said.Â
Jaehyun was quiet, but smiling.Â
The kitchen was perfect you thought, you remember daydreaming about having your own kitchen like this. Big stove, an oven for baking, a wooden dining table for your future family⊠its perfect.Â
âThis place is breathtakingââ you said as you enter the masters bedroom room and was quickly grabbed by the waist.
âWait until the morning,â he smiled before kissing you lovingly.Â
It was the first time ever again that you two shared a bed. You have no idea whatâs keeping Jaehyun away from you but nonetheless, you understand. And since this is the first time you two shared the bed, you noticed that he wasnât planning on sleeping. Itâs either you feel him keep you closer to his body, you hear him text or call someone, and the next thing you know the sun is shining already and heâs making you breakfast.Â
âDid you even sleep?â You asked him while he was busy cooking eggs. You hugged him from behind and greeted him âgood morningâÂ
âFor an hour, yeah. I needed to take some calls so I couldnât join you in your sleep. Dreamt about me?â He flirted and kissed you good morning.Â
âYeah. Dreamt about you sleeping beside me⊠only to find out you didnât even rest properlyâ you chuckled and bravely asked, âwhatâs wrong? If work is so heavy that you couldnât let go of your phone then why are we here?âÂ
âI thought you promised that you will never question the way I protect you?â He was smiling but little did he know⊠youâre already pissed. You couldnât argue with him anymore because he was on his phone again answering yet another important call.Â
For days Jaehyun couldnât answer your question. Heâs not helping you understand him⊠even though youâre more than willing to.Â
It hurts to turn your back on him whenever he reaches out for you. It hurts that you avoid him in this beautiful place that was meant to be enjoyed together. At this point⊠you just want to go home and leave this beautiful place.Â
So you told him.Â
âI donât want to fight. Iâm too weak for that. I am forever grateful that you want to protect me but, this is suffocating Jae. Youâre not even communicatingââÂ
And then Jaehyun get on his knees and took your words away.Â
Heâs proposing⊠out of nowhere.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâm not perfect but Iâm really trying to do things my own way. Can you be my wife? And you know⊠make a man out of me?â He chuckled and waited for your answer. Of course you said yes. You can feel his heartbeat, beating so fast while you hug him tight.Â
âIâm working double time and looking for a suitable replacement for my place at the table so we could never leave this place anymore. Thatâs whyâ he added and put the ring on your finger. âWow. You finally said âyesââ he teased you and kissed you before apologizing once again.Â
Gone are the days that the house was dead silent. Now its full of laughter and sweet whispers, only between you and Jaehyun.Â
He changed his ways immediately, making sure you understood what he was trying to do. Soon Jaehyun realized how much help you could been if only he told you a little bit sooner.Â
As days go by you two enjoy the place together, you try so hard to make breakfast warmer and sweeter each day, spend the days like a normal couple would do, stroll around the small town and enjoy its uniqueness, swim in rivers and kiss during sunset, appreciate the quiet evening where you can only hear crickets singing while you two sat at the front porch.Â
âGood morning,â he hugged you from behind in this cold morning. You were happy heâs back to his normal self and gave him kisses that are long overdue. Innocent kisses that are sweet but wet, you can tell by the way his tongue moves that he missed you too. The way his kisses are soft but you know heâs up to something even more.Â
His hands were swift to remove your sleepwear until youâre naked beneath him as the morning sun hits you perfectly. You watch him remove his sweatpants and underwear and he was excited to go back to your lips again. He missed being on top of you, being able to see the woman that he loves like this again.Â
âIâm sorry if being like a horny teenager this morning. I really missed youâ he apologized and kissed you again, hands reaching both of your legs and spreading them wide while you check your slit with your right hand if youâre wet already and youâre ready for that cock of his.Â
âDonât apologize, youâre not a strangerâ you whispered sweetly while you pump his cock and kiss his lips. He didnât wait for another second to push in. He couldnât wait anymore.Â
He missed your warm walls. He missed your lips. He missed hearing your moans beside his ears he missed your touch. Your hands are around his neck. Never leaving his skin and continuously pulling him back closer to you whenever he tries to pull away for a different sex position. He let out a soft laugh, kissing the shell of your ear and making you weak. The way he fucks you this morning is soft, as if heâs really telling you he missed you.Â
The way his cock goes in and out of your hole, slowly but deep. It was addicting. Then he flips you around, putting you on your stomach but never leaving your lips. He pushed in again while your legs are still closed, making your hole tighter to Jaehyunâs liking. This is how he wanted it. Tight and slow, but giving you hard thrust while hitting the right spot. âFuck,â you said and catch your breath. You felt your high come down already but Jaehyun is still building his. What the fuck you thought with a smile. You feel his lips travel around your back, his strong arms wrapped around your body, touching, pinching and even smacking your skin oh so lightly it tickles you.Â
âMarry meâ
He suddenly said.Â
âMarry me,â he repeated it while thrusting deep inside you. You tried looking back at him to see his eyes but he was quick to catch your lips and fuck you faster. He was near.Â
He flips you again so he could see your eyes and beautiful face, still waiting for the sweet answer. Hopefully. He was working hard for it, as you can see.
Rubbing his hand on your hard nipples as he fucks you slow and deep. His lips never leave your lips, telling you how much he loves you. He reached for your hand and intertwined it with yours, âMarry me,â he asked again, this time looking at your eyes and left a kiss your lips which made you completely stunned⊠and all you did was nod your head with a smile as an answer.Â
You saw how Jaehyunâs face lit up the moment you answered him. How he was genuinely happy. That you finally said âyesâ.
He let go of your hand and put on your legs, spreading them wide while he pushes deeper. You watch Jaehyun moan on top of you, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed. He was really hard and you feel it stretch you every time he push right back in.Â
Faster he fucks you, making your boobs bounce and making you moan so loud. By the time he reaches his high his thrust were harder than before almost hurting you with the impact. But the hurt was so good itâs addicting.Â
He rested his head beside your ear, putting all of his weight on top of you. Oh you love it when he do thisâŠÂ
âI love you. Thank you for saying âyesâ I will make you the happiest girl in the world-âÂ
âYou already did Jae,âÂ
He smiled and caged you with his strong arms. It was a good day. A good day to start a new life together.Â
A good day to get married privately.Â
âDonât you think this is kinda rushed and impulsive?â You said as Jaehyun drags you to the nearby church and talk to the locals for your wedding.Â
Well, heâs Jaehyun. If he wants to get married today, then a wedding is going to happen.Â
âDonât you want to get married soon?â He asked back.Â
âI want to butââÂ
âThen today is perfect!â He smiled so big as he hands you your flowers and pick the nicest wedding rings for the two of you. Youâve never seen Jaehyun like this before⊠but what did you expect? He really wanted to marry you and today, nothings going to stop him from being happy. As you watch him wear his smile that you gave, you canât help but think about how you couldnât just kill his joy now.Â
The wedding was special. Nothing fancy. Just a the two of you, a witness and your promises to each other.Â
âWeâll have a proper wedding if you want. We can invite the others and it will be a big celebrationâ he says excitedly while kissing you softly, motioning you towards your shared room, not even bothering to open the lights even though the sun came down already.Â
Jaehyun was gentle and it was clear what he wanted to do on your wedding night. He was doing everything he can, kissing every part of you, touching you on the right places and telling you the perfect words that make your heart skip a beat.
Nothing can make this day even more perfect.Â
âGiven that its our wedding night, and youâre basically my wife nowâŠâ Jaehyun started with a shy smile. You just laughed at him for struggling to tell you what he really wanted. âCan we talk about having kids?â he finally said it.Â
You laughed at what he said and looked him in the eye, you trace his features. His handsome features that made you like him, but when his lips caught your hand and showered it with kisses. You remembered how his handsomeness was just a plus, a bonus, and that his attitude is what made you fall in love with him.Â
âOf course we can. Half of me, half of youâ you said with a smile.Â
âI want daughtersâ Jaehyun excitedly said, âI will spoil themââ
âJust how you spoil your niece huh? got itâ you teased him.Â
âBut seriously. Weâll play every night, Iâll be their knight in shining armor, Iâll protect them and Iâll make this world a better place for themâÂ
âHmm. exactly how?â
âI have a few plans in my mindâŠÂ you wont like it,â he said with a sweet voice and started kissing your neck. He was putting you in the mood again by kissing your boobs and sucking on your nipples. Of course you like the feeling and you immediately forgot what he was saying. All you did was agree in your weakest state while moaning his name. You told him you cant go again because you were still sensitive but of course Jaehyun has his own ways.Â
The days you spend together in this house is even more beautiful, it was not long after Jaehyun told you that he bought this place already and that this is where you will build a family with him. He made it official when he put a framed picture of you and him at the top of the fireplace. It was a good start. Just the way you like it.Â
âHows everything back home?â You asked while heâs typing aggressively on his phone, he doesnât look pleased. You stood up and try to take a look at his phone but he was quick to turn the screen off and give his attention to you.Â
âItâs just work, Im having a hard time but thereâs nothing I cant handleâ he smiled and reached out for a kiss. âLetâs make dinner?âÂ
Over dinner you couldnât help but ask him over and over again about the situation back home. Not to mention⊠you wanted to tell him that youâre happy and that youâre over the moon but you just cant help but think that everything felt so misplaced right now. You also feel like heâs hiding something from you.Â
âIâm afraid I have to leave you here for a few days, Iâll come back as soon as I can. I have to take care of somethingâ Jaehyun explains while he plays with your hand and look at your ring.Â
âIâll come with you. We donât need to rush living like this⊠I too have loose ends to take care of. Let me go with youâÂ
Of course you see right through him. He was hiding something.Â
By the time the two of you got back at the headquarters, everything went crashing down and took away your peace. You instantly wished that you hadn't left that place. Nonetheless⊠everything was meant to happen eventually in the first place.Â
Jaehyunâs father had a heart attack and it completely changed everyone's lives. In a bad way.Â
âYoonoh I need you to come with meâ Chanyeol said to Jaehyun, signaling him to get in the car. Jaehyun on the other hand, canât and wonât let go of you because he knew damn well that he needs you and youâre his wife now⊠you should stay close to him.Â
âThis is strictly families only Jae, donât make this harder than it already isâ Chanyeol said as he stops you from getting inside the car with Jaehyun.Â
This is not the perfect time to announce your marriage. And so as Jaehyun was about to say it, you stopped him and made him follow Chanyeol. âIâll be here, just come home whenever you canâ you said and let Chanyeol take him away from you.Â
It all happened so quickly but days went by slowly. It was dark times for everyone even though the sun shines brightly everyday and lights up every color you see. Even though everyday seems to be a gift, but in this world youâre in its just another day for chaos and revenge.
âJeong Yoonohâs place as the new head of the family and the new boss cannot be moved or transferred to any candidateâŠ.âÂ
You listened to the lawyer as he recited every last will of Jaehyunâs father.Â
This simply means that Jaehyun canât leave this wretched world and live a quiet life with you.
Privately, Jaehyun made a call.Â
A call to someone he thought he could trust with his plans in life. But it ended up giving him the biggest problem he ever faced.Â
âThe deal was kill him after you replace me. You just made everything complicated. The deal is off. Youâre useless to me now. Prepare for your funeral. I will not stop until youâre with your friendsâÂ
As soon as Jaehyun ended the call with Kun. He threw his burner phone and removed his necktie that seems to be so tight right now. He felt so caged at some point. He felt prisoned.Â
Only to realize that he doesnât need to feel this way anymore because⊠as ugly as it sounds⊠heâs the boss now and he can do everything. Kill anyone. And no one will stop him now.Â
Of course heâs having these thoughts because heâs struggling to get to you. To be with you peacefully. His wife.Â
He wanted to tell the world that you are a Jeong now, looking at his wedding ring he remembers the beautiful times you spent together peacefully. And how heâs more than willing to embrace all this power and authority he has just so he could make this world a better place for you. Itâs all for you.Â
In a matter of days, Jaehyun became the boss of bosses. The head of the Jeongs and fulfilling his birthright. You have no choice but to watch him from the sidelines and be quiet even though youâre already his wife. It was as if you were nobody even though deep inside youâre basically a Jeong too.
That thought⊠of being a Jeong. Officially ⊠just gives you headaches and heartaches at the same time. It feels wrong.
Ceremonies, gatherings and a lot of business meetings. Jaehyun faced them all and made him grow even more as a leader. Youâre proud of him of course, and youâre happy whenever you see him in the news for a quick interview, him cutting a ribbon or whenever you see his face at the morning papers. Youâre proud of him.Â
And even though all these achievements are all good for his career⊠everyday, you feel like itâs creating a barrier between you and Jaehyun and itâs becoming thicker each day.Â
Ever since the funeral you stayed at the headquarters with the others. Youâre back to being an assassin, guarding rich people and providing protection whenever they need it. Itâs whatever. Jaehyun insisted that you stop, but you told him that this is the only thing you know how to do even with your eyes closed.Â
Maybe everything feels wrong because youâre not yet ready to be a wife to Jaehyun.Â
âDonât blame yourself. Iâm sure he misses you tooâ Yuta said softly and gave you a cup of tea. âHeâs been receiving death threats again. I think it was three today,â you just scoffed at that information knowing that Jaehyun wouldnât be actually threatened by that.Â
âPeople donât know how he could be such a monster sometimes. Personally I think they should stopâÂ
You and Yuta just laugh at what you said because its true. For a minute, you and Yuta reminisce how Jaehyun was a crazy assassin at some point. You two also remembered how he used to be a normal person even before all of this happened. He was your friend, but now heâs your boss. Even now that youâre his wife⊠heâs more of a boss than a husband.Â
âWe can trade places tomorrow. Iâm assigned to guarding Jaehyunâs office. Iâm sure heâll be happy to see youâ Yuta offered.
âI havenât seen him up close since we got backâ you murmured and looked at your wedding ring. âI wanted to take care of him, I wanted to iron his clothes, prepare him breakfast⊠like you knowâŠ. like a normal wife. Instead⊠I will guard his office, check every food heâs about to eat for possible food poison, and just⊠be a wife in my dreams. It frustrates me. Iâm not sure if Iâm ready to see him⊠let alone be with him the whole day⊠as one of his bodyguardsâ
But even though after listening to your sentiments, Yuta still encouraged you to trade places with him. For him, its better to see him from a far than not seeing him, its better for you to be with him the whole day while guarding his office, than not given the opportunity to do so. âMost wives wanted to guard their husbands 24/7 you know that?â Yuta tried making you laugh, he was talking about the cheating husbands and the wives that became dramatic overtime.Â
âYou watch too much T.V these daysâ you said while laughing.Â
âWas it beautiful? The wedding?â Yuta asked sweetly only because he wanted to cheer you up.Â
âBeautiful. Peaceful. Jaehyun was really happy and I was just feeling things I shouldnât. He proposed two times already, and I turned him down because I wasnât sure how can I make him happy⊠but when I finally said âyesâ⊠its the first time ever that I saw him so joyful, so full of life⊠it was that moment that I realized that I alone can make the man that I love happy, I just need to trust myselfâÂ
âWell, Iâm sure you two will find a way back to that place again. Just hold on tightâ he cheers you up.Â
The next day, you guarded Jaehyunâs office with a happy heart. You left a cup of coffee on his desk with a small note, âIâm outsideâ- wife. It was out of love, and you wanted to know that youâre more than desperate to be with him.Â
But Jaehyun burned the note. You saw him do it.Â
For someone who is clueless and does not know the truth, it looked like Jaehyun was just burning a piece of paper for fun. Followed by lighting up his cigarette before starting to read the pile of documents in front of him today. Jaehyun didnât like the idea. After a board meeting, Jaehyun called you inside his office privately. You thought that finally⊠after all the waiting you did for the following weeks, you will finally get to see him up close.Â
âWhat were you thinking? What will happen if my enemies found out that youâre my wife? My wife. Whoâs guarding me so freely. Who works for meâÂ
It sounded as if you werenât enough to be his wife⊠thatâs why he hasnât made the announcement yet. Â
Jaehyun wasnât careful with his words and he didnât mean it.Â
âAll Iâm saying was, I cant let my enemies see you like thisâÂ
He realized that the more he opens his mouth⊠the more he offends you without actually meaning it. Jaehyun wanted to tell you that, he wanted to protect you and hide you from his enemies. But that wasnât exactly what happened. He just offended you.Â
He didnât get the chance to explain himself further or say sorry because you left already. He couldnât stop you. Afraid that he might make the situation worst.
Driven by concern and guilt, Jaehyun managed to come to the headquarters for you at the end of the day. At least try to talk to you. He wanted to apologize and come pick you up for dinner if you let him. He felt bad about what happened earlier. He was just scared. Thatâs all.Â
Just like a thief, he entered your room uninvited. See you sleep soundly. He wanted to wake you up but he thought maybe you were tired too. So instead of waking you up he just left a kiss on your forehead and made sure youâre all warm. Watching you under the warm light of your lampshade, asking himself, âis it really okay to deny you as his wife at this point?â âis this really the only way to keep you safe?âÂ
âAt least youâre safeâ he murmured. Â
Of course you felt his presence. And you didnât care if you were tired or sleepy. You wanted to spend time with him. Even though he broke your heart earlier. You were quick to hug him and kiss him, and told him heâs already forgiven.Â
The night carried on beautifully as planned. Even though you two are basically hiding from the world. You two had hot noodles under the moon and stars, you watch your husband eat in front of you and help him wipe his face because he ate too messy. âSorry. I was hungryâ He got shy when you reached for the tissue to wipe his face and help him remove his tie so he could eat comfortably. Deep inside Jaehyun was happy. But he was shy that his ears are so red.Â
âWhy are you shy? Its not everyday I could take care of youâ you said as you put more food in his bowl and pour him another glass of wine. Of course he knew that you wanted to take care of him as your husband, he knew that someday, you wanted to help him and support his and the boss heâs meant to be⊠but Jaehyun didnât expect that it would be so hard.
âIâm sorry. I really am. Its just that⊠I receive death threats everyday. I couldnât let you get involved in this kind of life that I have now. Iâm really sorry, I am. I know you're 100% capable of taking care of yourself and these threats are just nothing... but its different. If the news comes out that youre my wife, the world will not stop until you're deadâ Jaehyun explains. His heart breaks a million times because this is not the life he promised you when he asked you to marry him.Â
âIâm sorry we canât go back to our home yet⊠I sure miss it alreadyâ Jaehyun says softly to you. You wanted to tell him that you already forgot about it, that it was just a short dream for you and that the wedding ring that you two shared is the only proof that it actually happened⊠but you didnât want to hurt him or start an argument. Youâre just happy heâs here with you.Â
And speaking of rings⊠Jaehyun caught you spacing out while looking at his ring. You were actually surprised heâs wearing it. âWhat if someone dares to ask about your ring?â you asked as if you were suggesting that he takes it off if he really wanted to hide that heâs a married man now.
âThis is sacred,â he says sternly and reached out for your hand. âfor better or for worseâ he reminded you. âJust give me more timeâŠIâll come to you. As alwaysâ he promised.
After eating, he cuddled with you and waited for you to sleep but he was tired too that he slept first the moment he was comfortable in your bed and you couldnât wake him up or disturb him. He misses your presence, your warmth and your touch.Â
The next day Jaehyun met Chanyeol and talked about his enemies and possible enemies in the future. He spent weeks doing background checks, meetings, bribing, and torturing a few people just so he could find who sent the threats. But every time he kills a problem, another problem just pops out of nowhere. It felt endless Jaehyun thought.Â
ââI donât want to be like my fatherâ isnât that your life motto?â Chanyeol asked Jaehyun shamelessly. âI remember when I was just starting to work for the Jeongs⊠your father loved his family so much, thatâs why he had the idea of having his own assassinsâ Â
âAre you suggesting that I use the squad just so I could go and finally come home to Y/n?âÂ
âNo. but the fact that the idea came from you scared me. Iâm saying⊠that you should go on a different path Jeong YoonohâÂ
The next day, Chanyeol officially resigned. Of course Jaehyun couldnât be selfish this time. His work will be doubled without Chanyeol⊠but his hyung has his own life too.Â
âI have a daughter. Sheâs 3 years old already and tomorrow Iâll see her for the third time. Thatâs how much this job has taken from me Jaehyun. Thatâs the last thing Iâll teach you. You have a wife now. Donât waste your timeâ Chanyeol said before saying his final goodbye to his student.Â
After hearing what Chanyeol said, Jaehyun tried to be with you as much as he could. But he couldnât.
He promised to be with you and you wait for him to arrive. But he never did.Â
He talks to you but only through phone calls.Â
By this time your patience is almost gone. But you canât do anything about it. Youâre married.Â
Although, Jaehyun managed to give you your own place as a way of saying âsorryâ. This way it was easier for him to visit you, but in some way, it became lonelier because you were always alone. Lonelier than ever. Even though, some days and nights were beautiful because you could spend it with him, still⊠its been lonely for you.Â
âJaehyun has been tiring everyone. Are you sure heâs still sane?â Taeyong complains while you and Yuta watch him do pull-ups.Â
âEven you. His own wife. He treats you like shit. No offense Y/n. But⊠now that heâs the boss now, I think he should grant you your freedom alreadyâ Taeyong added. âInstead⊠heâs sending you to assassinate someone whenever he feels like itâÂ
âItâs my jobâ you try to defend yourself.Â
âHow about his job as your husband?âÂ
You weâre speechless.Â
Changes happened so fast ever since Chanyeol left. The new apartment, new assassins, new people to kill, new bosses, new people to kill, new people to protect. Taeyong was right. Is Jaehyun still thinking straight?Â
On the same day, Jaehyun came home and you found him sleeping on the bed with his shoes still on and a cup of untouched coffee on the bedside table. You figured he must have tried battling against sleepiness but couldnât win because of tiredness. He must be really tired like everyone else, you thought. Even though Jaehyunâs choices in life right now make everyone's lives miserable, youâre sure that Jaehyun must be suffering and struggling alone too.Â
âHeyâŠâ he greeted you with a tired voice when he felt your presence, âwhat time did you arrive? Iâm sorry. I tried coming home as fast as I could. I was in Bangkok for daysâ I missed youâ he got up even though its obvious that all he wanted to do is rest. People donât see this side of Jaehyun. And youâre the only one who could see him weak like this. It pains you.Â
âI missed you too?â you said sweetly, he initiated the kiss, you kissed him back, showing him that you still long for him, you still want him every second of the day. But for someone whoâs tired to the bone, he sure does have the energy to turn you on and imply that he wanted to have sex tonight. âIf youâre tired, we could just lay down and talk until the sun risesâ he suggests, heâs aware that heâs been tiring everyone lately too, including you. The suggestion stands, but Jaehyun couldn't stop himself from devouring your neck and kissing you just how you want it.
âDonât stop my loveâ you made sure he heard you right. You returned his hungry kisses and quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt. You remember the last time you had sex, it was your wedding night, and the thought of it just makes you want to melt into Jaehyunâs body, grinding on his hardening cock and using each other for your own pleasure. You hold on to him, scratching his back and leaving a few bruises on his skin because you were so so so desperate to keep him close to you.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâm here nowâ he managed to whisper. In one swift he put you in all fours, kneading your boobs from behind and pinching your nipples while he enjoys touching your body and making you feel good with his hands alone. Pulling you against his chest, you feel his lips on the shells of your ear, hearing every breath he takes. It sounded sexy, and the sound alone just makes you wet. âCan I be rough tonight?â Jaehyun asks while kissing your body back, hand beside your waist, keeping you still for all the kisses that heâs about to give your body. All you can do is nod and kiss him back with the same hunger.Â
From behind, he licked your leaking cunt, you were so wet at the moment only because it has been so long ever since he touched you. Jaehyun can see and feel how you shiver at every touch, every lick he does to you. And he likes what heâs seeing. He decided to be more playful and run a finger slowly to your cunt. Your hole is ready to be fucked but Jaehyun wanted to make you wet even more. Without a warning, he licked your slit followed by his fingers, making small circle on your sensitive bud which makes your knees weak, making you land on the mattress and let out beautiful moan. Jaehyun was quick to pull your waist back up and kiss your back, the tip of his cock sliding up and down on your cunt, which makes you grip the sheets and hold on to whatever you can. You reach behind for his hand, asking him to hold hands with you which he complies before pushing in. You feel his lips on your lips as he slowly thrust in and out but not for long. It was just his way of saying, âim going to be rough, if it hurts make me stopâ.Â
You feel his hand on your waist while he thrust so hard and you hear slapping. Your face is perfectly buried on the mattress as you take every pleasure your husband gives you. You hear him moan and his moans were perfect. It was obvious that you make him feel good and that alone just makes you want more.Â
His lips and his thrust were on different rhythms. His thrusts were nothing but hard, to the extent that you let out a small scream here and there, feeling his skin burn yours. Oh youre sure youâll have bruises when you wake up tomorrow, youâre not even sure if you could walk properly. While his lips bring you comfort, warm like his being. Youâre sure that his kisses left marks on your back too. You just smile at every thought running through your head. And Jaehyun caught you.Â
âSo you seemed to be enjoying. Iâm gladâ He suddenly stopped thrusting and proceeded to kiss your lips, flipping you once again facing him this time. He caresses your legs for a few seconds, touching your body while he whispers dirty things beside your ear that of course⊠makes you wet and want for more. When his fingers slide on your wet slit, Jaehyun was amazed at how he made you wet this time. âCan I slap your cunt?â he asks, you nod.Â
He slapped your cunt in a way you loved every sting of it. Making your legs closed but your husband was quick to compensate for every sting from a hard slap with a soft touch, a soft kiss, a finger inside or a spit followed by his tongue. And when he was satisfied, he thrusted his hard cock once again and fuck you slowly this time. Looking you in the eye and melting you, making you shy. He just smiles back at you while continuing to make you crazy. When he finally reaches his high, he removes his cock from your hole and came on on top of you. Watching his thick cum paint your pussy and stomach. It was messy but no one cared.Â
âI wasnât sure if you were safeâŠâ he was talking about your pill. âThat made me realize, what kind of husband am I⊠I dont even know if I could cum inside my wifeâ he reaches for the tissue from the bedside table and wiped every cum on your skin. Kissing lower stomach all the way up until he reaches your lips and stays on top of you. Putting both of your arms on top of your head, and making you swing your arms around his neck. He wanted you to keep him close.Â
âThank you for pulling out,â is all you managed to say.Â
âCan you still go for another round? Or a couple more?â He asks while kissing your neck.Â
âYeah just give me a few minutes,â you paused and took this time to express what yourâe feeling, âI missed youâÂ
âI miss you too. Youâve been nothing but patient with me and Im gratefulâ he kissed your hand which had your wedding ring on it. âeverything will be worth it I promiseâ You rolled your eyes playfully.Â
âKiss meâ You commanded he complies. In a matter of seconds heâs inside you again. You clenched around him kept him close to your body held him tight and kissed him deeply. âCome home more oftenâ you managed to moan, and all he could do is nod and return the favor of what youre doing by rolling his hips slowly and thrusting deeper. Kissing you more and keeping you on your toes.
On the next day, it was a cold morning. The room was painted with blue, and the sun was just about to rise. Jaehyun had the privilege of waking you up early in the morning even though he completely worn you out last night. He just wanted to make sure he doesnt waste his time. âGood morningâ he says, kissing you softly, waking you up in the most softest way. When you finally opened your eyes, your heart skipped a beat when you saw Jaehyunâs face. His dimples flashing and a handsome smile.Â
âDid you sleep well?â He asked, you nod and pulled him in for a hug, making sure youre not dreaming. âIâm thankful for youâ he says, making you smile and putting butterflies in your stomach, first thing in the morning.
As you two head on with your day, this is the first time you help him prepare for work as his wife. You picked his clothes, you watch him get dressed, you fix his tie, its perfect. On the other hand, Jaehyun too was happy because he could spend this morning with you, he hugged you from behind while you were drying your hair. And told you that he will try to come home everyday from now on followed by aplogies. Sincere apologies that were whispered beside your ear which sent shivers down your spine.Â
âJust give me more time. I love youâÂ
You were not like other couples, like normal couples and you think its time to face that as a married couple.
Of course the sex suddenly fixed everything.Â
He comes home regularly.Â
Spend mornings sweetly.Â
Spend longer nights together that include moaning his name while his tongue is making you feel good.Â
The sex became rougher and its okay because you both love it.Â
But of course it didnât last for long.Â
Days become stressful for Jaehyun because of Kun. Heâs now working hand in hand with Johnny, planning to overthrow Jaehyun with being the king of the city, for being the powerful man that he is now. But Jaehyun is smarter than all of them.
As an assassin he is used to research. Researching and studying everything about who he needs to kill, and how.
What is their most prized possession?
Who is the most important person in their life?
If Jaehyun were to ask these questions, you are the answer.
Sometimes, he thanks his father for making him an assassin first rather than the heir of this huge company. He'd grow us useless and stupid if it weren't for Chanyeol and the 127 squad. Maybe thatâs the reason why his father made him an assassin in the first place. To gain important experience.
Jaehyun played by the book but played dirty too. He made sure his enemies will remember him. For Johnny, Jaehyun made sure that his daughter is safe⊠but the catch is, Johnny has no clue where Jaehyun kept her hidden. Yes. He kidnapped her. Which made Johnny beg on his knees one afternoon at Jaehyunâs office. Everyone witnessed it, but they have no clue why.
âKun. Tell me where he keeps his airplanesâ Jaehyun demanded as Johnny begged on his knees.
Soon Johnny told Jaehyun where Kun kept his airplanes. It is where he keeps his money and his gold. Knowing Kun, heâs obsessed with his airplanes, and his riches.
And Jaehyun burned them all down with his own lighter.
You have no idea what Jaehyun has done for the past week, you can only see that heâs exhausted but heâs happy.
While you were sleeping, you felt Jaehyunâs hand creep under your sleepwear, caressing your exposed stomach and trying to wake you up with his kisses. He smelled like alcohol, you bet heâs been drinking with his trusted new business partners. Drunken men who cheat with their wives overseas, rich people who make everything and anything happen.
You donât ask for too much. All you want to do is for him to come home to you and spend time with you as much as he can. Sober.
âI know what youâre thinking.. you probably smelled it already, but Iâm not drunk. Was⊠but not anymoreâ can we go for a few rounds?â he asked shamelessly. Obviously heâs horny. But you didnât like how he was asking you to have sex with him, after not coming home for a week. You felt like⊠youâre someone whom he just uses for adult stress release.
But maybe he was tired and that he really missed you and youâre just quick with your ugly judgment. You dont know anymore.
âWhere do you sleep whenever you donât come home?â It was just a question, a question out of concern, a conversation starter, but Jaehyun unfortunately got offended.
âI am many things. But I will never cheat on youâ he said. Sternly. He got up from his comfort next to you and proceeded to remove his tie. You checked the time and itâs almost time to start your day. But for Jaehyun, he was just about to end his.
âI didnât mean it that way Jaeââ
âThen enlighten meâ he asks coldly.
You watch him remove his watch, roll his sleeves and face you, while he waits for your answer.
âI feel like⊠you just come home to me for sex⊠but I wanted to understand you more. So I avoided the subject, thatâs why asked you instead âwhere do you sleepââ
âIn a hotel. Alone. Are you happy now?â he answered, crossing his shoulders in front of you as if he was still waiting for you to talk, âIâm sorry if I made you feel that way. But I guess Iâm just one horny motherfuckerâ
He letâs out a heavy sigh, realizing that his words arenât right and you donât deserve to be treated this way. His pride stops him from telling you heâs sorry, even though he wanted to. But Jaehyun turned his back on you and proceeds to take a shower. Preparing for yet another busy day in the office.
What have you done? You told to yourself.
Before Jaehyun leaves you tried to invite him for coffee. But he just kissed you goodbye, answered an urgent call and left immediately.
Jaehyun did not come home for days, he didnât even said goodbye to you when he left for Macao. At this point, youâre not sure how else or what kind of apology you should do, all you could do is wait for his return.
Without Chanyeol, Jaehyun doesnât have someone whom he trusts the most when it comes to his armies. Armies meaning⊠Jaehyunâs assassin. Everyone thought that Jaehyun would pick Taeyong because he is his best friend, but no. Jaehyun hired someone new. Someone who is trustworthy, who isnât biased, and who will follow and protect Jaehyun with his life. He is Jaehyunâs cousin, Doyoung.
Knowing that he isnât biased, Doyoung gave the 127 squad equal field assignments while Jaehyun was away. The mission was fine, it wasnât bloody at all, and it wasn't hard for you, Taeyong and Yuta⊠but when Doyoung said that Mark is not capable enough to protect Jaehyun and that he needed to finish a field assignment on his own to prove it, everyone protested.
"Mark has been protecting Jaehyun ever since he learned how to hack shit!" you shouted. "Mark can protect everyone through his screens-- are you dumb?"
But even though everyone voiced out their frustrations, Doyoung is still unstoppable.
âIâve been calling Jaehyun but he isnât answeringâ you tried to comfort Mark. Heâs been shaking ever since the announcement.
âWe will shadow you and assist you secretly,â Taeyong says as he tries to lessen Markâs nervousness.
âI swear if Mark dies, Iâm killing Jaehyunâ Yuta jokes, but he was frustrated as well.
âEveryone calm down Iâm sure Jaehyun is not aware⊠no calls have been reaching himâ you told everyone but deep inside you wern't sure.
The plan to shadow Mark secretly and assist him went in shambles when Doyoung announced that you, Yuta and Taeyong are supposed to pick up Jaehyun privately from Macao and bring him home safe.
Yes you want to see Jaehyun. Of course you wanted to protect your husband⊠but Mark needs you and it breaks your heart that youâre so powerless.
When you and the others picked up Jaehyun successfully, no one was talking in the helicopter but everyone is nervous. There was a time that Mark was still reacheable and that he sends signals that he's okay but not for long. And when you guys are back to the headquarters, Mark still hasn't come back.
Until Doyoung officially announced that he failed.
âHe got shot and his body went straight to the icy riverâŠâ he informed everyone with heavy heart, regret and kept apologizing.
Yuta was quick to start a fight and punched Doyoung too many times, he just let him. Thinking he deserved it. You hear Taeyong punch the wall out of anger, crying and just plainly out of words.
You on the other hand, went out of the room and cried in one space, pulling yourself together, closing your eyes and hoping that this is all a dream. Everyone saw it coming. But everyone did not do anything to save him from the situation. Thereâs a part of you that blames Jaehyun, but of course, you avoid that thought.
For years of being together, Mark was the source of happiness of the squad. His never ending jokes, his loud voice, his loud laughs over your earpiece. You remember it all and it will never be the same again. Heâs the best hacker that you know, and youâre just sad to the core that not everyone appreciates that.
It was dark times, but everything went black out when the days continued and Mark was not with you anymore.
You and Jaehyun constantly fight everyday, arguing, shouting and hurting each other through words you never told to each other before. Of course Jaehyun blames himself for Markâs death too. It was heavy for him too. You donât see it, but Jaehyun was looking for comfort too, someone that will tell him completely that its not his fault. But nobody showed up for him.
He didât showed up during Markâs funeral. And you got mad at him.
âHow many times do I have to tell you? I didnât know!â Jaehyun shouted for the nth time.
It was loud and clear of course, but he didnât even let everyone who cared mourned for Mark and made everyone work again like nothing happened.
âItâs just how everything goes around here Y/n!!! We live in a deadly world!!!â
âA deadly world that you and your father built Jeong Yoonoh. If you donât care about the goodness in this world anymore, I donât want to be a part of itâ you said crying.
Your words pierced through Jaehyunâs heart especially you called him âYoonohâ, he was scared to the core that you might leave him this time, and this fight cannot be fixed anymore. Not to mention your freedom is getting near. You have every right and power to leave.
âSo where are you going to build a life now?â You were talking to Yuta and Taeyong about their plans when they get away from this prison. It makes you happy, knowing that they can be free and live the life they want.
âJapan. To my family, Iâm taking Taeyong with me. He plans on establishing a bakery thereâ Yuta answered. âHow about you?â
You scoffed, âwhat about me? Did you guys forget that Iâm a Jeong now? I cant leave himâ
âWe all know you love him. But heâs drowning of power now and â I cant even recognize him anymoreâ Yuta says.
âHeâs not the Jaehyun that we grew up with, heâs not the Jaehyun that you loved anymore. Faced that truthâ Taeyong said sternly. âYouâve earned your freedom. Think about it. Think long and hardâ
When the day finally arrived that Taeyong and Yuta are free from the Jeongs it was a bittersweet goodbye. Youâre happy for them, but you were sad for yourself. You remember the first day that you guys met and the first mission, everything was all worth it you thought.
âDonât act like youâre still not free Y/n. You too, youâre free now. Donât stay hereâ Taeyong explains for the last time.
Looking back a few years from now, you and Jaehyun were both excited for your own freedom and were of course, looking forward to finally leaveing everything behind. You remember how fiercely you loved each other during those times, and you remember how Jaehyun literally looked like a ball of sunshine. Who lights up your day and make everything better in a matter of seconds.
Now⊠everything about Jaehyun is dark. His aura, his eyes, the way he talks⊠everything. He really looked like a Jeong now. High, mighty and scary.
âSo did they left?â Jaehyun asks. He was drinking alone at the kitchen counter, he looked wasted. You noticed he has a new tattoo on his hand, you didnât bother asking the story behind it. You just nod at his question and avoid him for the rest of the night.
Ever since Markâs death, you and Jaehyun stopped sleeping on the same bed, and stopped talking to each other dearly, but you sure do want to stay. But on times like this, especially when youâre lonely, you donât know why you keep on staying with him. In this place. Truth be told you would rather sleep on the headquarters than this cold and dark place. Itâs not that you hated seeing him, his presence still make your heart skip a beat, happy because heâs alive and well. And well⊠physically you could be together. Youâre thankful regardless.
Jaehyun hears your cry every night, it breaks his heart too. Knowing that heâs not enough to make you happy anymore even though heâs doing everything he can to make this life bearable for you. But no matter how hard he tries⊠heâs not enough.
This is his worst nightmare. Watching your marriage fall apart because he canât give you the life he promised.
Even though you wanted to break free, you stayed and work for Jaehyun. You kill for him, train new assassins for him, but you were never given the chance to become a proper wife anymore.
It was a quiet afternoon when you just got back from a mission that Doyoung rushed you to finish. You donât know why he was in a hurry but you were so pissed that you showed up in his office with blood in your hands and face.
âWhat the fuck do you want?â You shouted. You assumed that it was Doyoung whoâs sitting behind that chair but no⊠it was Jaehyun. And Doyoung was the one sitting beside the table.
You never thought that this day would come.
The day when you received a mission from Jaehyun. Not from Doyoung. From Jaehyun directly.
It hurt you so much seeing him all worked up and stressed, he canât even look you in the eye as he explains what needs to be done. But after heâs done explaining the mission, he put out his handkerchief and wipes the blood off your face. âCan you give us the room?â Jaehyun politely asked to Doyoung which he followed of course.
âI know this is hard for you, because itâs hard for me tooâ he let out a heavy sigh before continuing⊠you thought that this time heâs going to say he misses you or say something that will brighten up the mood. But he didnât.
âI need you to not fail this missionâ he added.
And that made you mad. You wanted to shout at him, you wanted to punch him but you knew that staying silent and avoiding him at all costs will hurt him even more.
It was quiet. Jaehyun was waiting for you to break the silence.
âCan I have the name?â You asked without looking at him.
âItâs Kunâ he says, and after collecting all the paper work that you needed from the desk you bravely left your wedding ring.
You didnât dare asked how the fuck is Kun still alive. You have so many questions but you didnât dare asked him because that small room is suffocating you. Not to mention your little skit about the ring. He didnât even bother coming after you when you left the room. Thatâs just means you mean nothing to him.
By the time you started the mission, you thought that he will be hard to find but no. He contacted you directly and gave you an invitation for dinner in the skies. Of course you accepted it, even though you had direct orders from Jaehyun that you are not allowed to have a conversation with him.
âDo you love flying this much?â You asked him. He just smiled.
âThis way, thereâs no other assassins that could kill me, no people listening, just pure privacy. Just you and meâ
You watch him pour another glass of champagne and watch him take a sip, you noticed he was shaking.
âI donât have anything up in my sleeves too because Iâm only here to tell you the truthâ there was a slight pause, you wait for him to have the courage but truth be told, youâre not ready to hear what heâs about to say.
âWhile you were on coma, back then, Jaehyun found me after killing my double. I was afraid to die in his hands especially when I wasnât the one who poisoned you â it wasnât me, I promise. It was Jaehyunâs father. And I know that because⊠well we Phantoms are always 5 times aheadâ he joke, you agreed.
âBut when I told Jaehyun that truth⊠he made a deal with me. I kill his father and the Jeongs will not come after me anymore, and I become the boss. I fucked up. I admit. Got excited and killed his father first. Not knowing that Mr. Jeong is as smart as Jaehyun. His final will and testament just made Jaehyun untouchable and impossible to replace. Time passed and the man you love changed and now drowning in powerââ
âYou donât need to tell my lifeâs story. Iâm well awareââ you tried to cut him off but he continued.
â And here you are. He even sent his wife to clean up his mess. Are you sure youâre married to the right person?â
Kun noticed you donât have your wedding ring. He thought maybe you left him âGood choiceâ he added without even asking you.
After knowing the truth while watching the sun go down high above the skies, Kun helped you stage his death and you agreed to let him go because he proved to you that heâs innocent.
When you get back, Jaehyun was happy that you didnât fuck up⊠for a short timeâŠbut soon found out that Kunâs death was just staged. And so Jaehyun killed him with his own hands. He turned a blind eye about you being a traitor because he knew that youâre already fed up of whatâs happening to your lives now.
But on top of it all, he already knew that one of these days, you will decide to leave him.
You on the other hand has succumbed into the darkness of your room and stayed there for days without talking to anyone, and without eating anything. All you want to do is get away from this place and live your life alone. Even if the thought of leaving Jaehyun hurts you so much already.
One night, Jaehyun tried to make everything right by bravely visiting you into your room, he promised to himself that he will do everything tonight just to make everything right. If he gets lucky he will hand you your wedding ring again.
He didnât knock and just welcomed himself into your room. He found you staring at your window while youâre comfortably laying in your bed. He didnât want to disturb your peace but he has to do this and try to win you back.
âIâm sorryâ he whispers sweetly, and lay on the bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you but it felt like heâs suffocating you instead of comforting you. Suddenly Jaehyun doesnât feel like home anymore.
âWhat kind of person kills his own father?â You started.
Shocked that you already know the truth, Jaehyun couldnât handle whatâs happening in front of him now.
âI did it so we could live peacefullyââ
âLook at us now Jaehyun. You did this to us. Youâre drowning of powerââ
âThatâs not trueâ Jaehyun defends.
âThen what is. I donât even know you anymore, Iâm hurt Jaehyun. Iâm hurt that weâre fighting right now, Iâm hurt that were not together anymore but I felt safe when I turned my back on you. I donât want to be a Jeongâ
âSo this it? Youâre really leaving me?â
âI believe that Iâm not the right person for youâ
There was silence. Suffocating silence for both you and Jaehyun. You continue to cry and forget that heâs in the room with you, while Jaehyun just sat there on the edge of your bed. The whole conversation did not include any screaming, maybe you two got tired of screaming already.
Jaehyun has a lot to say. But this is the furthest he can go with you.
This is the end.
Thank you so much for reading this work of mine! If you love what you read, please leave something in my inbox and tell me how you feel! CLICK THIS LINK. I hope we can practice, give and take.
Stay tuned for the next part! -B.
#nct smut#nct 127 smut#nct jaehyun smut#jaehyun smut#nct 127#nct imagines#nct scenarios#nct#taeyong#nct hard hours#nct dream x reader#jaehyun x reader#jeong jaehyun#jaehyun angst#jaehyun imagines#nct u#fmk#nct fluff#nct angst#nct 127 fluff
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Thoughts on Joongdunk divorce and PR for branded pairs
so I read about the Joongdunk divorce era related ongoing drama and I have to say the thoughts I have are...perhaps very crazy but - sorry I have permanent brain damage from House MD - it fits. So take my opinion with grains of salt or better yet dont take it at all and just enjoy the conspiracy theory of it all. I'm fairly sure Joong is faking it and im pretty sure khaotung is...not faking whatever this 'I am going to fuck first against the nearest surface' vibe he has going on but he's certainly playing it up/into every moment like he's in a olympics style marathon thats just rail and be railed by your best friend.
Out of all the GMM men I follow, I follow Khaotung and Joong the closest and I would also say of the people I follow these two are the most likely to lie through their teeth about every single thing. And we already know that Joong has been helping FK but kind of particularly khaotung get more socmed savvy. So there is definitely some thread here to believe that PR discussions have occurred at least between Joong and FK but more likely between all four.
And the reason why I believe the Joongdunk divorce era is fake? It's becuase the thing between Joong and Est *was* real and Joong handled it completely differently. I had no idea it had happened even though I've been following Joong on IG through that entire time not until I went to twitter. I realized that whole thing was falling apart ONLY because people were talking about it. Joong's own posting was very staunchly business as usual.
And suddenly for his own branded pair right before a critical show who's success doesn't only affect him? What is he doing? Hanging neon signs that he's getting divorced. You're telling me to believe that Joong is middle school shading Dunk where even *I* could notice. Yes, I thought it was mega weird when he promo'd the THK release with pictures of him and FK but not Dunk. By this point, they *must* be aware of how people are talking about the Joongdunk divorce and what does Dunk do? Post a picture with FK but not Joong in the middle of it.
Really? Hours before the premiere?
See, the options here to me are:
1) Joong (and Dunk) has undergone a sudden and TOTAL personality change where he's suddenly inept at doing PR
or the crazier and yet to me the more likely scenario:
2) It's staged
And why would one do that? Why take the risk right before THK? To drum up engagement obviously. See we know that companies only care for numbers, these tweets and IG comments and likes are all going into some graphical format presentation in front of a guy who doesn't know or give two shits about what a divorce era is. So people talking about JD because their hobby is sniffing each otherâs crotches or because they canât stand each other is the exact same thing.
But how does Khaotung and his diabolical mind play into it, why did I bring him up in the beginning? We know that Fadel and Style start out as enemiesâŠso like who's fucking playbook is that? Matching your promo to the dynamic of your characters? Who is the olympics gold winner in cosplaying your characters cosplaying as yourself?
I know people forget things week to week on socmed. But First and Khaotung were barely present during THK filming, soms were more or less only getting FK content from THK official twitter than First or Khaotung.
Khaotung was doing more fanservice with Joong than First at one point and he had a flurry of solo events during which soms were once more fractured between special treatment for Khaotung versus First [FK themselves were honeymooning in Busan and we got nothing other than the most brain damaging story about First scouring Busan for a hat Khaotung wanted and two posts of Khaotung ass up in their room that First must have taken].
Suddenly almost on the dot a month before THK release? They dialed the heat up without a reciprocal heat dialing up of Joongdunk. Summer Night definitely got in the way of that where Joong was giving Dunk a polite wide berth on IG liking and commenting on Summer Night stuff but not doing any CP related things.
So First and Khaotung suddenly act like they can't function without sampling each other's dicks thrice a day while Joong and Dunk stay business as usual. One pair taking the lion's share of THK hype is not a good thing for the other pair and genuinely I was like is JD really okay taking up second fiddle spot to FK for WEEKS. Lo and behold, days before THK all people can talk about is JD.
Anyway the following is an honest to god real photo of me writing this insane post. I just think things are going really well for Joong despite it all and I don't think it's on accident.
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work for it / mason mount
summary: you like mason too. but you decide it's funnier to make him work for it a bit.
request: hiii could i request a mason mount ig au where reader is messiâs daughter but they were lowkey at first :â)) and her brothers loooove mason too hehehe đđ»đđ»
pair: mason mount x messi!reader
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masonmount bring your niece to work day :)
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name_messi you should drop her off to play with mateo
masonmount any room for the cool uncle?
name_messi no
cmpulisic tell her uncle chris misses her :(
kepaarrizabalaga es mĂĄs rĂĄpida que tĂș đ (she's faster than you đ)
name_messi lo decĂs como si fuera difĂcil đ (you're saying it like it's hard đ)
masonmount you can't come to my page to speak badly of me in another language name_messi đ
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name_messi de vuelta en casa! extrañaba a mis tres diablitos đ€ (back home! missed my three little devils đ€)
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masonmount can i be in the middle? xx
name_messi no xxx
user1 3 kisses instead of 2? she's in love đ
antonelarocuzzo đ
user2 PLEASE mason is trying sooo hard
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name_messi quiĂ©n ganĂł, un nene de 7 años o un jugador de premier league đ (who won, a 7 year old kid or a premier league player đ)
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masonmount a 7 year old kid with messi as his last name*
cmpulisic just accept that you got bodied by a 7 yo đ
user1 did mason finally take summer to play with mateo? đ we need pics
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name_messi babysitting 2 kids today, should be paid extra tbh
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user3 i love that her brothers are always with them it feels like they love him sm đ„č
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masonmount can you babysit me every day?
cmpulisic man you're embarrassing yourself at this point đ
user1 mason winning by being so close to the messi's
user2 imagine if he marries her đ„č messi-mount sounding real good
user3 please he doesn't have a chance đ
antonelarocuzzo lindos!! â€ïž (pretty! â€ïž)
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name_messi mason tried mate today this is a big deal !!!!
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masonmount we look good together, don't you think? ;)
name_messi we'll look better if you weren't standing so close to me
masonmount funny that you say that now
user1 MASON SPILL
antonelarocuzzo le gustĂł???? (did he like it?)
name_messi espero que sĂ sino no vamos a ser mĂĄs amigos (hope he did, if not we're not gonna keep being friends)
user2 babysitting together
user3 they're ready to have kids of their own at this point
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user3 MASON WHAT THE FUCK
name_messi mason what the fuck?
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name_messi me estoy arrepintiendo de haberlo traĂdo (i'm regretting even bringing him here)
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cmpulisic nice view you've got there ;)
name_messi i'll ship him to you rn if you want him
cmpulisic he's all yours
masonmount you love me
name_messi we're friends
masonmount friends that love each other secretly
name_messi so you love me?
user1 it isn't a secret đ
user2 okay bringing him to a FAMILY VACATION? they're together at this point
name_messi we're not
masonmount yet*
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masonmount she finally said yes đ€
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cmpulisic thought this was an engagement post for a bit đ
masonmount that was the first question. she said no.
benchilwell again, how many times did you ask her to be your girlfriend?
masonmount she said no 7 times, 2 times that she'd think about it
kaihavertz29 so 10 time's a charm đ
name_messi me engañó para que diga que sĂ đ (tricked me into saying yes đ)
antonelarocuzzo lo hiciste trabajar đ (made him work for it đ)
name_messi habĂa que hacerlo transpirar un poco, no todo puede ser fĂĄcil solo porque es lindo đ (he had to sweat it a bit, not everything can be easy just bc he's cute đ)
masonmount what does lindo mean?
#football imagines#football imagine#football instagram au#mason mount x you#mason mount x reader#mason mount imagine#mason mount instagram au
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An Outer Banks Imagine
Pairing:Â JJ Maybank x Reader
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A/N:Â Based on this ask. It's short but I'm working on a smutty part 2 if anyone is interested ;)
âCâmon, Y/N, please?â Your best friend Sarah begs, pouting at you from across your bedroom.
âA Pogue party, though? Really?â You wrinkle your nose. Neutral territory boneyard parties were one thing, but the thought of crossing over to the other side of the island to drink shitty beer gave you the ick. Sarah widens her brown, puppy-dog eyes and gets up from your vanity to flop down on your bed next to you.
âPretty please? Just this once, and if you hate it Iâll never bother you again.â You knew that was a lie, but you also didnât have anything better to do, so you shrugged and sighed.
âFine. But weâre bringing our own booze.â Sarah drowns you in squeals and flailing limbs, and you shove her off, giggling.
An hour later, youâre dressed and ready; properly fizzed up thanks to the bottle of Moet and Chandon you grabbed from the wine cellar in the basement.
When Sarahâs boyfriend pulls into the driveway, you put a stopper in the bottle and tuck it into your tote bag.
John Bâs nice; youâve met him a few times through Sarah, and you have to admit that heâs one charming motherfucker. He keeps you entertained with stories of his friendsâ antics on the drive back to his house. Youâve heard about them from Sarah, but you donât know much about them save for Kiara, who you used to go to school with, so it helps to give you an idea of what to expect from the night.
âAaaaand this is JJ,â Sarah says, gesturing to the tall blonde boy on the right with a red solo cup in one hand and a lit joint in the other.
âWassup, baby?â He says, slurring his words together a little bit. Sarah winces and turns to you. Her frown contains a thousand apologies.
âNo, sorry, apparently, this is drunk, horny JJ.â
You feel your cheeks heat upâfrom embarrassment, yes. But also? Heâs so fucking hot with that lazy, half-up-half-down grin. His lips are plush and pink except for the purple-black bruising tucked into the corner of his mouth, like heâd dodged a punch and almost got away with it.
âDrunk, horny JJ at your service.â JJ sticks the joint into his smirk and holds his now free hand out to you for a shake. You roll your eyes but take it anyway. He tightens his hand around yours, blue eyes glinting in the flickering firelight for one, two, three seconds before he ducks his head and brings your knuckles to his lips. âIf thereâs anything I can help you with, please let me know.â
âOhhhkay, and Drunk, Horny JJ needs water. John B, will you take JJ inside and get him a glass?â Sarah turns her boyfriend and JJ lets your arm drop to your side, winking at you before he turns around to follow his friend.
Sarahâs apologies are wasted on you because the heat from your cheeks has migrated south and youâre too busy thinking about swallowing that smug smile to process what sheâs saying.
#outer banks#outer banks imagine#outer banks fanfiction#obx#obx imagine#obx fanfiction#obx imagines#outer banks imagines#jj maybank x you#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x y/n#jj maybank#routledge!reader#fluff#jj maybank fluff
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âš THE DAN AND PHIL LORE pt. 3âš
CHECK OUT PART 2: https://www.tumblr.com/ashleyeveerson/760707933651746816?source=share
Phil ALSO comes out! (yeah no i'm not crying what? not them feeling comfortable enough to be themselves yeah). 2019 also brings us the adoption of a fish named Norman (a cutie) AND they also post pictures about their recent trip to Japan [the photo of Phil looking up to Dan behind the camera? yeah i am so normal about it, i swear]. There is hope in the horizon still for a Dan and Phil comeback...
BAM! A certain virus runs wild and forces everyone to stay at home. Phil continues to upload solo videos which distracted so many of us during these dark times. Dan, however is AWOL and the only pic we have of him is a shitty screenshot of him in glasses and a mask helping Phil rescue an injured pigeon (lockdown was WILD).
Also, my boy Dan post a cryptic tweet that leads to the announcement of a self-help book named YOU WILL GET THROUGH THIS NIGHT (because you will <3). Nah but I can't count how many times I've sobbed reading it, just him trying to help out others who have also struggled with mental health... istg i love this man
Hey so THEY BUY THEIR FOREVER PHOUSE TOGETHER they're gonna kill me one day istg. "Dan and Phil just decided to pay a mortgage together", top 10 sentences that would kill a 2016 phan. They are slaying, they are glowing... also rip Norman the fish you will not be forgotten
So during 2014 the fates (aka a random youtuber) foretold that Dan and Phil would be married in 2022. Since that clearly didn't happen the meme PHIVORCE united the phandom once more. ALSO Dan is out there shitting on youtube (as he should) and going on his solo tour WE'RE ALL DOOMED! Which i love with all my heart and also Phil being there for him every step of the way... AHHHHHHHH
Anyways a certain video called Dan and Phil finally tell the truth hits the internet and let's just say GOD DAMN. This also starts a wonderful trend amongst Dan and Phil in which they make fun of their audience (we deserve it ngl) and absolutley SHOCK US with new information about bonkers shit from their past [apparently they were offered a threesome MULTIPLE TIMES???]
It's the end. They've decided to give up their channel "Dan and Phil Games" forever... let's take a moment and silent and mourn with a compilation of Heart eyes Howell
...
SIKE! We're back baby and we're better than ever!!! The goodbye video turned out the be an ANNOUNCEMENT of their comeback. They are back, Dil Howlter is here and Phil confesses to having dyed everything green in the house when Dan went on tour bc he missed him (OH GOD). Also, the Halloween baking video introduced us to the icon that is.... *drumroll please*
SISTER DANIEL, the queen of making everyone reconsider their sexuality... she is the moment, she is an icon and she is serving astronomical levels of cunt at all time [jokes aside, Dan being comfortable enough to do drag in public, fuck they've come so far i'm so proud of them <3].
And here we are in the future, it's present day and they are queerer and happier than ever. THE PICTURES I CAN'T ISTG. Also Dan's Birthday stream is beyond iconic. First of all my unproblematic kings make it a charity stream to donate to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund (using their public influence for good hell yeah)... And how did they raise the money you ask? WELL BY HITTING IS WHERE WE'RE WEAKEST. Sister Daniel makes a spectacular comeback, FATHER PHIL is introduced and Dan even dyes his hair red to be more Good Omens coded... which timeline are we living in again? like how is any of this real?
Also them drawing the PINOF whiskers on their faces again... they're literally growing old together I'm gonna go sob in a corner. Also the fake apology video bc they have no fashion sense in the Sims 4 is hilarious as fuck. HOW CAN THEY POSSIBLY BE SO MUCH HOTTER ON THEIR THIRTIES EXPLAIN??
anyways the phandom is still speculating wether they're erasing "i love you's" at the end of their text when they show them on videos... guess some things never change. Nah but the vibes are COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NOW, they are more open than they've ever been and participate on the phan culture FULLY to the point that they're the ones terrorizing us now.
QUICK DETOUR TO TALK ABOUT PHIL'S FAMOUS BAD LUCK (and then they wonder why he's always dying in the fanfics). Nah but my poor man has had his fair share of medical problems, the most recent being...
OH GOD WHY WOULD YOU ANNOUNCE SOMETHING LIKE THAT THIS WAY?? nah like using humor as a coping mechanism and all but do they wanna gives a heart attack?! iconic i fear however
So yeah the video where they talk about it is WILD (funniest shit about the whole ordeal is that a nurse mistook Dan as Phil's son). Also I saw a tweet speculating about Phil having a hickey like... first of all what is it? 2009? Second of all IT'S MOST LIKELY A POPPED VESSEL FROM LOSING ALL THAT BLOOD YOU KNOW
They still were able to go on their vacation (aka the rodent boy summer) which gifted us with this iconic pics... ALSO they dropped a new Dan and Phil beats for summer go check out the names of the tracks istg they wanna kill their fans.
Nothing is sacred anymore, they've infiltrated twtphan, they're actively reposting memes and writing fanfiction about themselves. It's the wild west, everytime you get a notification is like playing Russian Rulet. Cringe is dead and Dan and Phil ARE COMING NEAR YOUR CITY on a tour named "Terrible Influence" where Phil's spent 300⏠on silicone. It's a wonderful time to be a phan.
OKAY SO here's some stuff that didn't make the cut but that i find too hilarious to not mention. In no apparent order: DAN DRESSING UP AS A CATBOY, Dan and Phil playing technicians 1 and 2 on Big Hero 6 and two brothers on the Lion King (wtf was that also they gave the gorilas matching fringes), Dan dressing up as a golden pig (my boy has RANGE) and finally Dan being too embarassed to admit he stalked Phil and telling a reporter he was only asking for "editing tips" if you know what i mean
Also a short compilation of Dan and Phil losing the idgaf war against eachother THEY ARE SO THOUGHTFUL ABOUT EVERYTHING. Special mention to Daniel's 𧥠when Phil praised "We're all doomed!" and Dan's ranch metaphor to describe their relationship (just go watch the mukkbang video OH LORD)
SO, in conclusion... Dan and Phil's refusal to belittle their past and instead embrace it as part of their story while actively moving into the future alongside the phandom YEAH THAT SHIT MEANS SOMETHING. They're simultaneously healing our inner child while embracing us as the adults we've become i have many feelings about them
So what are they?
They're just Dan and Phil.
#dan and phil#dan howell#phil lester#this is my coping mechanism bc i'm freaking out about TIT#dan and phil games#phan#dnp#dip and pip#dnptit
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Part 3: Glimpse Of The Past
Pairing: Logan Howlett x F!Mutant!Reader - Slow burn, no use of y/n, you have regenerative healing ability, skilled with guns and rifles, reader in her 50s but because of her ability looked like in her mid 20s. Logan is from the first X-Men movie era.
Warnings: Explicit Language, slight PTSD Mentioned.
WC: 5,5k
<- Part 2
Two weeks had passed, and nothing much had changed between you and Logan. Youâd shared a handful of interactions, each one short and tense, just enough to remind you how much he got on your nerves. He was stubborn, quick-tempered, too much like you in all the wrong ways and it was infuriating.
Logan was settling into his new role, slipping into the position of history professor with a certain ease that only came from experience, a literal, first-hand experience. His lectures were magnetic, filled with anecdotes that felt too vivid, too personal. The students were enamored, hanging onto every word, captivated by the way he made history feel alive.
Still, you could feel the invisible wall heâd built around himself, his guard firmly in place. It made sense, you'd do the same in a new environment. Though it irked you at times. You still doesn't know much about him, not that he'd be interested to talk when the whole team held out a dinner occasionally and share some fun fact about his life for the past century. Everytime the table chats comes up with questions get asked, he'd quickly dismissed them. You remember one time Ororo was joking and teased Logan about his love life which he just shortly respond "Nothin much, it's boring." As far as you acknowledge, he's just old as fuck.
On a quiet Saturday morning, autumn breeze outside with the mansion still cloaked in early light, you found some refuge in the garage, preparing your gear and checking over your rifle before zipping it into your dark green bag as you planned a solo hunt. The stillness was just beginning to sink in when the faint sound of footsteps snapped you out of it. Glancing up, you saw Logan leaning casually against the doorframe, watching you with that same half-amused smirk.
âYou goinâ somewhere?â he asked, his voice breaking the silence like a rock tossed into still water. You barely looked up, focusing on adjusting your scope. âGoing hunting,â you replied tersely. Logan raised an eyebrow, his interest obviously piqued. âHunting?â he repeated, amusement thick in his tone. âOut here?â Your patience was already wearing thin. âYeah, out in the woods. Itâs a quiet spot, about an hour away.â
He crossed his arms, clearly not dissuaded. âThat so? Sounds like a perfect way to kill some time. Iâll come.â You stiffened, giving him a hard look. âLook, itâs a solo trip. Donât need any company.â
A spark of defiance flickered in his eyes, and that irritating smirk just deepened. âDidnât ask if you needed it. Just saying Iâm bored. Got nothing better to do, so Iâll come along. Unless youâre afraid Iâll out-hunt you.â You clenched your jaw, the challenge hanging between you like a dare. He had no idea what he was getting into, but if dragging him along was the only way to shut him up, fine. You rolled your eyes. âFine, whatever. But youâre bringing your own bike.â
A slight chuckle escaped him as he pushed himself off the doorframe, clearly pleased with his victory. âWouldnât want it any other way.â
With engines roaring, you hit the open road. The wind was cool against your face as the trees blurred by, and with every mile, you felt the tension of the mansion fading. Loganâs bike kept steady behind yours, the low rumble matching your own, and by the time you reached the forest clearing, youâd almost forgotten you had a company behind.
The spot was perfect: a quiet, open stretch beneath towering pines, with a lake gleaming in the early morning light just a few yards away. You slid off your bike and shrugged your rifle strap over your shoulder, taking in the familiar scent of pine and fresh earth. Logan dismounted, his eyes scanning the area with a skeptical look, as though it werenât quite wild enough for him.
Reaching into your pack, you pulled out a second rifle and handed it to him. âHere. Pre-charged pneumatic rifle. Same as mine.â
Logan took the rifle in his hands, looking it over like it was a toy. He raised an eyebrow, chuckling as he examined it. âAn air rifle? What, are we going after rabbits?â He scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. âYou sure you donât want to give me a slingshot while youâre at it?â
You felt the heat rise in your chest, your grip tightening around your own rifle. âItâs called PCP, Logan,â you shot back, voice edged with irritation. âThese arenât toys, and theyâre not some cheap replacement for a ârealâ weapon. Just because itâs not your style doesnât mean itâs useless.â
Logan chuckled, clearly unimpressed. âRight. Just donât expect me to take down anything serious with this thing.â You squared your shoulders, meeting his gaze with a defiant glint in your eyes. âYouâd be surprised what I can take down with this thing. But hey, if youâd rather just watch, go ahead.â
For a moment, he just looked at you, something sparking in his eyes as if he was finally beginning to understand that this wasnât a joke to you. Without another word, you turned and started toward the trees, steps purposeful, daring him to follow if he thought he could keep up.
The morning wore on, and Logan followed you through the dense trees, rifle in your hand but with no real intention of using it. Logan moved with the instinctive grace of a predator, completely at ease, his senses sharp, picking up on every rustle and movement around him. It wasnât long before he spotted a squirrel perched high in the branches, his eyes narrowing as he took aim. A split second later, his rifle went off, and the small animal dropped to the forest floor. Logan glanced back at you, a smug satisfaction evident in his expression.
âSee? Not bad for a âtoy,ââ he muttered, half-teasing. You managed a tight smile, adjusting the rifle in your hands, though it felt heavier than usual. As he scoped out his next target, you followed, keeping your expression neutral. Another squirrel appeared on a nearby branch, and Logan gestured for you to take the shot. You lifted your rifle, sighting down the barrel, but at the last moment, you let the bullet go wide, the squirrel darting up the tree and vanishing.
Logan gave a low chuckle, and his eyes gleamed with that knowing look. âMissed, huh?â he said, a trace of sarcasm in his voice. âDidnât seem like your usual aim.â
You kept your gaze on the ground, shrugging slightly. âGuess Iâm a little rusty.â But Loganâs scrutiny didnât ease up, and heâd clearly seen through you.
Loganâs eyes were sharp as he watched you line up another shot, this time at a squirrel nestled on a higher branch. You steadied your aim, but when you squeezed the trigger, it was with just enough force to send the shot wide, the squirrel scurrying off into the trees. Loganâs low chuckle made you glance over, and you saw that familiar, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âDidnât miss that one by accident, did you?â he remarked, amusement glinting in his eyes. "I told you I'm just a bit rusty." You said again.
âYou didn't squeeze the trigger, you flick em with your finger way too harsh. Tryna scare it off, maybe?â Logan teased which caught you off guard, you raised an eyebrow, studying his expression. âYou sound just like my old man.â You told him, recollecting lost memories since you haven't heard those words in ages. Stop pulling the trigger, you need to squeeze it. Your father used to scream those combination of words every. Single. Time. A rifle is in your hand. Stop pulling it, just squeeze. "You two used to hunt together?" Logan voice a bit softer, suddenly brings you back from the pit and let the lost memories to float away once again.
You ignored his rhetorical question as your curiosity mingling with surprise. âMost people wouldnât notice something so small about a trigger pull.â Logan shrugged, glancing down at his own rifle. âBeen around long enough to pick up a thing or two,â he said. âOne of my many lives, I was in the military, then special forces. Spent a lot of time with weaponsâand people who didnât always want to shoot straight.â
You nodded, absorbing the new bit of information, of course he'd been in the military at some point, though part of you wondered just how many âlivesâ heâd actually lived. Logan turned back to the forest, but there was a faint, almost imperceptible softness in his gaze now, as if he understood more than he was letting on.
âSo, why come out hunting if you donât actually want to kill anythin'?â he asked, watching you intently. The question hung in the cool morning air, and you felt a knot tighten in your chest. With a deep breath, you straightened, memories uncoiling in your mind.
âMy father used to take me hunting when I was a kid,â you started slowly, eyes tracing the bark of a nearby tree. âEvery weekend, heâd drag me out there, make me practice my aim. I hated it, the thought of killing something that didnât even know I was there.â You paused, voice tightening, but pushed through. âEventually, he stopped caring if I didnât shot anything. Iâd just aim for the fruit stems, watching them drop." You scoffs recalling another details "I'd bring home a bag full of persimmons, my mum loved them.â You smile sheepishly, remembering the sweet memories you used to have with your family. Even if it's for a really short time.
Loganâs expression softened just a bit, as if he were picking up on the edges of something deeper. When you fell quiet, his gaze never left you, and he waited in that steady, quiet way of his.
âIt was⊠before he sold me to the military,â you added in a clipped tone, almost an afterthought. The words surprised even you, slipping out with a bitterness that had dulled over the years but still lingered. After your words hung in the air, Logan's face shifted, his usual hard expression momentarily cracking. He blinked, caught off guard, brows pulling together as he absorbed what you'd said. His mouth opened as if to speak, but for a beat, he just looked at you, his eyes carrying an unexpected softness.
Finally, his voice came low and careful, the rough edge softened. âIâm⊠sorry,â he murmured, like he almost couldnât believe he was saying it.
You gave a short, almost dismissive shrug, lips quirking into a half-smile. âIâm not,â you replied, the words wry but surprisingly honest. Loganâs gaze lingered, his respect for you deepening as he caught the steel beneath your half-joking tone. Without another word, he nodded, the forest around you both settling into a silence that felt almost like understanding.
âYouâre a strange one,â he finally said, his voice gruff but softer than usual. He glanced down at the rifle in his hand. âBut I get it.â
You didnât say anything, but you felt a small, unexpected weight lift from your shoulders. Logan turned, heading further into the trees, but he didnât ask you to take another shot. Instead, he led the way, rifle lowered, the two of you moving together walked in silence for a while, curiosity gnawed at you until you finally asked, âSo⊠how long did you serve?â
Logan glanced at you, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. He gave a short laugh, looking off as if doing the math in his head. âSince the Civil War,â he replied simply.
You stopped in your tracks, caught off guard, blinking as you took in his words. âThe Civil War?â Youâd guessed he might have been in World War I, but this was something else entirely.
Logan chuckled at your reaction, his lips quirking as he kept walking, and you scrambled to catch up. âWhat about after that?â you pressed, genuinely curious. âI mean⊠until when?â
He raised an eyebrow, thoughtful, and then shrugged. âAfter Vietnam around the 80s,â he answered. âFinally called it quits after a while.â Your mind raced as you did the math. âSo thatâsâŠ.. like more than a hundred and twenty years in the military?â You shook your head, a little awe mixed with something close to disbelief.
Logan just grunted, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but then he looked back at you. âWhat about ya? How long?â
âTwenty,â you replied with a half-smile. âNot even a quarter of your time.â The two of you shared a look, something unspoken but deeply felt passing between you, an understanding of battles fought, the weight of service, and the scars it left behind. Loganâs gaze softened a bit more, his voice quiet but steady. âGuess we both know a thing or two about how it changes you.â
You nodded, feeling a connection that went beyond words. As you walked further into the woods together, a quiet understanding settled between you, each of you carrying the weight of those years but somehow feeling just a little lighter with someone who understood.
As you and Logan trekked further into the woods, a flash of orange against the dense green foliage caught your eye. You stopped in your tracks, looking up at a tall persimmon tree, the branches laden with ripe fruit, a few of them dangling low within sight but just out of reach. It was like a piece of your past had somehow woven itself into this moment, in the middle of the quiet forest with Logan by your side.
Without explaining, you turned to Logan. âHold still for a second,â you murmured, unslinging your rifle. He raised an eyebrow but complied, watching curiously as you stepped up behind him. Hoisting the rifle up, you positioned it on his shoulder, trying to steady the barrel.
Logan tensed as he felt the weight of your rifle settle. âSo, twenty years in the military, and this is what they teach you on rifle safety procedure, huh?â he muttered, his usual sarcasm laced with a flicker of amusement.
You smirked, squinting down the scope as you zeroed in on a particularly plump persimmon. âCry me a river, Logan. Itâs not like if I accidentally blow off an ear, it wouldnât grow back.â
Logan huffed, shaking his head slightly but careful not to disrupt your aim. âReal professional,â he grumbled. âI didnât live over a century just to become someoneâs human bipod.â
You stifled a laugh, your gaze still fixed on the fruit, the tiniest stem all that kept it hanging. âDo me a favor and shut up. Hold your damn breath my rifle's trembling." You said firmly with slight irritation in your voice.
Loganâs muttered complaints quieted, though his annoyance was clear as he held his breath, his whole frame going rigid beneath the weight of your rifle. âUnbelievable,â he managed to whisper, voice muffled as he exhaled in controlled bursts.
With a steady hand and laser focus, you squeezed the trigger just as your father had taught you. The shot rang out, clean and precise, and with a satisfying snap, the persimmon detached and fell gracefully into the forest floor. Stepping back with a triumphant grin, you patted Logan on the shoulder as if heâd actually contributed.
Logan exhaled, glancing between you and the fallen persimmon. âYou really went through all that trouble for one fruit?â You shrugged, retrieving the persimmon and wiping it clean on your sleeve. âNot just any fruit,â you replied, studying it with a small, nostalgic smile before taking a bite. âItâs a piece of home.â
Logan watched you for a beat, his usual snark softened, something like understanding flickering in his gaze. But of course, he wasnât going to give you the satisfaction without one last jab.
âNext time, maybe just ask for a ladder,â he muttered, though the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. âYeah, Iâll keep that in mind,â you replied, biting back a grin as you stashed the persimmon for later.
Loganâs gaze settled on another branch of ripe persimmons hanging just out of reach, and you saw the challenge spark in his eyes. Without a word, he raised his rifle and took aim at the slim stem of a fruit, clearly bent on proving himself.
âCareful,â you warned, munching on your own persimmon. âItâs not that easy without something to steady your aim.â But he only smirked, cocky as ever. âShut up"
You raised an eyebrow, amused. âOh, Iâd give you three chances with that,â you shot back, a teasing glint in your eyes.
Logan rolled his eyes, muttering "I don't need three bullets." something under his breath as he braced the rifle, using only his left arm for support. He took his first shot, and the bullet whizzed by the stem, barely brushing it. A slight frown replaced his smirk as he reloaded, now more focused.
âStill sure you donât need three?â you taunted, crossing your arms as you watched. He grunted in response, taking aim again. The second shot missed by a hair, and he huffed in frustration, your expression already broadcasting an I told you so.
âHuh. Not exactly fair,â he muttered, a faint grumble in his tone. âYou had my shoulder as a bipod, and itâs not like I can use yours.â His eyes flicked to your height as if to emphasize the point, a slight smirk tugging at his mouth.
Raising an eyebrow, you smirked back. âHave you ever thought about just asking for help?â Before you could second-guess the impulse, you stepped in front of him, lifting your right arm and offering it up. âHere, use this.â
Loganâs smirk faltered as he looked down at you, clearly caught off guard but game enough to try. He gave a short nod, settling his rifle on your palm with arm raised above your head, though he quickly realized it wasnât quite steady. Without a word, he reached out, his calloused fingers wrapping around your wrist to gently adjust the height. The touch was firm, grounding, but the warmth of his hand sent a jolt through you, making your heart skip a beat. You hadn't fully thought this through, and now, standing this close to him, you became acutely aware of every detail. The roughness of his hand against your skin, and the subtle brush of his fingers as he guided your arm into position.
He adjusted your arm a little higher, bringing it closer to his shoulder, his focus entirely on the rifle. But for you, every second of contact felt charged. The way his hand lingered, steadying you, almost made you forget why youâd offered in the first place.
âHold it there,â he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. You nodded, words catching in your throat, as he finally let go, his hand slipping from your wrist, leaving your skin tingling where his fingers had been.
For a moment, you were hyper-aware of the closeness between you, his face inches from yours. Your heart picked up its pace as you took in every detailâthe rugged lines, the odd yet charming mutton chops, and the hint of green that softened his hazel eyes. How could a man this old look so⊠timeless?
With steady focus, Logan finally pulled the trigger. The shot rang out, sharp and clean, hitting the branch dead-on. You turned your head just in time to see the cluster of persimmons break loose, tumbling to the ground with satisfying thuds.
Before you could react, Logan lowered the rifle from your raised arm, his smirk unmistakably triumphant. He looked at you, eyes twinkling with that signature cocky satisfaction, and held your gaze a moment longer than expected. The intensity in his eyes made you catch your breath, an almost silent exchange passing between you, his smirk softening just slightly as if savoring the moment.
But before he could notice the warmth spreading across your face, you quickly turned away, breaking the spell. Without missing a beat, you strode toward the fallen persimmons, dropping to your knees and reaching for them, your heart still pounding.
âSee?â you said, grinning as you picked up the fruit, keeping your focus on them. âI donât make the rules. Everybody needs a bipod.â Logan gave a low chuckle behind you, clearly amused, but you kept gathering the persimmons, not quite ready to face him again. The weight of that brief look stayed with you, lingering just like the warmth of his hand on your wrist.
As you pocketed the last of the fallen persimmons, you began walking deeper into the woods, Logan by your side. The familiar path led you to a small, serene lake youâd often visited. You knew these woods by heart, every hidden trail and shaded grove. The early morning sun cast a warm glow over the still water, and without a word, you both sat down on the soft grass by the lakeâs edge.
The peaceful quiet settled around you as you leaned back, savoring one of the persimmons Logan had shot down. You glanced at him thoughtfully. âSo, why did they call you Wolverine?â you asked, breaking the silence.
He shrugged, his expression unreadable. âSomeone invented that name for me,â he replied shortly, brushing it off. "Why do they call you Hollow?â he asked, his voice low, almost as if he were reluctant to break the peace of the early hour.
You looked down at the half-eaten persimmon in your hands, a slight smile tugging at your lips. âI invented that name myself. Better than what they used to call me. Fire and Flesh,â you replied, your tone casual, though the weight of those words still lingered. His eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued. âWho called you that?â
âJarheads,â you replied, using the old slang for Marines, which Logan seemed to understand. His face softened, a flash of recognition in his expression. âSemper fi,â he murmured, the famous Latin phrase among Marines meaning always faithful, familiar in his voice.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes a bit, though with a soft smile. âOorah,â you replied weakly, echoing the battle cry youâd once shouted alongside fellow Marines. It had been years since anyone had greeted you with Semper fi and it stirred something within you, a sense of camaraderie, a reminder of a time long past.
But as you sat there, looking out over the lake, you felt an unexpected calm wash over you. The overwhelming weight youâd carried for so long felt lighter in this quiet moment. Sitting by the lake, eating persimmons with your new friend from work, far removed from the chaos of life, gave you a sense of peace you hadnât known you needed.
As you pocketed the last of the fallen persimmons, you rose and dusted off your hands. The quiet of the lake had been soothing, but the early morning sun was beginning to creep higher, casting golden beams through the trees. âWe should probably head back,â you said, glancing up at the sky. âItâs almost nine.â Logan gave a nod, and together, you began the walk back through the woods.
After a few minutes of silence, you broke it with a question that had been lingering. âDoes it hurtâŠwhen your claws come out?â Loganâs eyes flicked toward you, then back to the trail. âEvery time.â
There was something in his toneâa resigned acceptance that pulled at you. Logan then returned the question, his gaze shifting to you thoughtfully. âHow did theyâŠmanage to push your mutations?â
You took a breath, the memories flooding back with an uncomfortable vividness. As you walked, you found yourself speaking, the words coming out slowly, almost reluctantly. âI was human. For 27 years, I think. Feels like a lifetime ago.â You paused, watching the path ahead. âThey injected me with something. Then left me in an incubator for days, where the oxygen pressure would drop so low Iâd pass out. Over and over again.â
Loganâs face hardened, but he didnât say anything. Somehow, an apology felt empty, too small for what youâd endured. Instead, he shared his own story, his voice low. âMy, uhâŠclaws. They were bones naturally.â The admission caught you off guard, and you looked at him, silently urging him to continue.
âThey coated them in metal,â he explained, his tone blunt. âAdamantium. Through injections.â You winced at the thought. âThatâsâŠsick.â There was a beat of silence, so you added lightly, hoping to soften the mood, âDo you like them better now, though? You know, because theyâre metal and unbreakable? I canât even picture you with bone claws. Kinda gross, actually.â Logan shot you a sidelong glance, half-amused. âYouâre a terrible person, you know that?â
âMaybe,â you replied with a smirk. âBut, come on, do you?â He shook his head, chuckling softly. âYeah, itâs better with adamantium.â You couldnât help but grin, triumphant. âKnew it.â
The two of you kept walking, your conversation mingling with the crunch of leaves underfoot, the forest around you somehow feeling a little less heavy. The bond between you, shaped by shared scars and dark humor, felt surprisingly natural, like the start of a new kind of camaraderie.
As you both finally made it back to where your bikes were parked, the morning's warmth faded into a colder silence. You knelt, carefully unzipping your bag and placing your rifle down, adjusting everything with meticulous care, you're always taught PCP rifle is so fragile, the stock is carved with polished woods and not some metal. Just as you were reaching back, Logan called out casually, âHey, here you go,â and tossed the rifle he had borrowed straight in your direction.
In that split second, you hadnât been looking, and before you could react, the rifle fell to the ground with a harsh thud.
A bolt of panic and fury surged through you as you stared at it, horrified. You reached down, fingers trembling as you inspected the rifle. This wasnât just any rifle. It was a gift from your late mentor Mr Santiago who had taught you everything about shooting since you're fourteen years old, who had trusted you with his prized possession. The wood of the stock had cracked upon impact, a delicate fracture spider-webbing across the finish.
âYou dumbfuck,â you said, your voice icy and trembling with anger. âCouldnât you just handed me the rifle like a normal person!?â Logan looked taken aback, his brow furrowing. âWhoa, relax,â he muttered, straddling his bike. âThe rifleâs fine.â
You knelt by the rifle, running a finger over the crack. It was irreparable, and your hands tightened with suppressed rage. âYou cracked the fucking stock,â you spat, not even looking at him. He shrugged, still unconcerned. âAlright, sorry, thatâs on me. Look, I can get it fixed or just replace it.â
âReplace it?â You turned on him, anger boiling over. âUnlike you, Logan, I actually take care of things. People trusted me and this rifle was a gift. My mentor gave this to me before he died. Iâve kept it safe for years, not a single scratch. Here you go holding it for one fucking hour and you manage to crack it. You're unbelievable, I can't believe I trusted you with it.â Your voice trembled with the weight of disappointment and resentment.
Logan went quiet, his face darkening, but he didnât say anything. For a moment, he looked like he was going to respond, but the words died in his throat as he looked away, feeling the sting of what heâd done. Without another word, you packed your bag, zipped it tightly, and got on your bike.
Without looking back, you started up the engine and took off, the roar of the bike carrying your frustration as you sped down the trail, the tires kicking up dust behind you. You left Logan behind in the dust, his figure shrinking in the rearview mirror, a mix of guilt and regret plain on his face. He sat in silence, the gravity of his small but thoughtless mistake settling over him.
As you arrived back at the X-Mansion, the grand building loomed before you, a familiar yet comforting sight amidst the turmoil of your thoughts. You parked your bike and headed toward the mansion's entrance, not even glancing behind to check if Logan had caught up. He was still somewhere on the trail, and that suited you just fine.
Entering the mansion, you were greeted by Ororoâs calm voice as she crossed the hall. âGood morning. Professor Xavier needs to see the team after breakfast,â she informed you, her usual serene expression in place, though her keen eyes picked up on your tension. You nodded, offering a faint smile, and continued upstairs without another word.
Once in your room, you carefully laid the damaged rifle on your bed, the fracture in the stock glaring up at you. Sitting down beside it, you ran your fingers along the crack, feeling a pang of frustration and sadness twist in your chest. Mr. Santiagoâs face came to mind, and the disappointment in yourself for letting this happen stung. Fixing it wouldnât be easyâit might not even be possibleâand the thought weighed on you.
But you needed to gather yourself; there was a team meeting, and breakfast first. With a sigh, you stood, tearing your gaze away from the broken rifle, and exited your room, leaving the door cracked open. You resolved to focus on one thing at a time: breakfast, the meeting, and then dealing with this mess.
As you made your way downstairs, the usual chatter in the dining area barely registered as you sat down, grabbing a cup of coffee and some toast, lost in your thoughts.
Gathered around in Professor Xavierâs office, the team waited, exchanging curious glances. Scott, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, tapped his foot impatiently. âWhereâs Logan?â he muttered.
Ororo stood near the window, arms folded. âHeâll be here,â she said, though a hint of curiosity flickered in her gaze. Jean, seated beside the professorâs desk, looked thoughtful, sensing the tension in the room.
Just as Scott opened his mouth to comment again, Logan entered, his gaze immediately locking with yours. You quickly averted your eyes, refocusing on Professor Xavier, who was already watching you both with a knowing look. Logan took his place, leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable but quietly remorseful.
Charles cleared his throat, signaling the start of the meeting. A hologram flickered to life above the table, displaying an image of a stern-looking man with a white lab coat and cold, calculating eyes. âThis is Dr. Emrys Killebrew,â Charles began. âA former geneticist known for his experimentation on mutants and humans alike, pushing the limits of ethical science. Over the decades, his work has createdâŠunintended consequences. He has targeted individuals he believed showed potential to develop powers, experimenting on them without regard for their lives.â
Your heart sank, a feeling of dread creeping over you. Professorâs gaze softened as he addressed you specifically, âHollow, I believe youâre already aware of some of his projects, though you may not know the extent.â
You nodded, but then froze as Charles continued, âHeâs the one responsible for the injections that changed you. Dr. Killebrew obtained Wolverine's genetic material in the late '70sâŠand used it in his experiments on you... when you were still human.â
Stunned, you tore your gaze from Charles and glanced at Logan, whose expression had gone dark with a mixture of guilt and confusion. His eyes locked onto yours, intense and searching, as though he was processing the news for the first time himself. For a heartbeat, the two of you were frozen in a silent exchange before you turned your head back to Charles as the memories of those experiments came back vividly, the painful injections, the endless tests, the way they broke you down. The odds that Loganâs DNA had been a part of it all felt surreal.
A solemn silence settled in the room, broken by Ororoâs gentle voice. âProfessorâŠis he still conducting these experiments?â
âYes,â Charles replied gravely, flicking to another image of a heavily guarded facility. âWeâve located another of his labs. Intelligence suggests heâs holding a group of young mutants thereâtwelve in total. Theyâre being kept under heavy surveillance and sedation, and they are in immediate danger. I need you all to work together tonight to bring them home.â
Scott stepped forward, his tone resolute. âWeâll get them out, Professor. Whatever it takes.â His gaze traveled over the team, determination in his eyes. Jean nodded, her expression fierce. âIf Killebrewâs behind this, we canât let him keep experimenting on innocent kids. Heâs not getting away this time.â
Hank, adjusting his glasses, looked thoughtful. âIt will be essential to understand the facilityâs layout and any possible security measures. If this location mirrors any of his previous labs, itâs likely rigged with traps for mutants specifically.â
Logan spoke up, his voice tense. âIâll handle any of those traps. This guyâs work isâŠpersonal.â He looked toward you again, softer, a silent apology in his eyes. âMore than most of you might realize.â Ororo placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. âThen we move quickly. Every second counts if those children are suffering.â
Charles nodded approvingly, his gaze sweeping over the group. âThank you. Prepare to leave after sunset. Coordinate together to ensure the safest extraction possible. We bring them back to safety tonight.â
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An: It gets even longer through every new chapters, the ideas is buzzing in my mind. Thank you guys for interacting, I'll see you next chapter<3
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Queuing posts for most of my AUs! Check out this Masterpost! (Disclaimer! - Please don't comment about their iconic knife bangs! I left them off this reference to keep their faces fully visible.)
Steady Tracks Do Not Waver
-Premise- On the return trip home from Hisui, Ingo does not return the same as he left. By some unknown cause, he has been transformed into a pokemon- 13ft tall, Steel, Ground, and very very out of his depth, he finds himself roaming the eerily familiar yet unfamiliar tunnels of Gear Station. Desperate to find a way to his "home" and remember who he is, that is when he encounters Subway Boss Emmet.
This story is not about Ingo. Or at least, not about his return. Ingo was taken out of the story many years ago, leaving Emmet behind to pick up the pieces of the life they always meant to spend together. The last several years he has walked without Ingo have forced him into an active, unavoidable struggle with grief and loss, until recent, when he finally began to come to terms with his solo-car life moving forward. However, now things are changing again. In the days leading up to their meeting, he hears rumors of a strange, powerful pokemon lurking in the subway. When Emmet finally stops in the right place at the right time to challenge it face to face- the face looking back is far too similar to the one he lost years before. It all bubbles back to the surface again; now, with an uncanny passenger in tow, he must keep moving forward down these uncertain tracks. Battling with grief once again, as he avoids pushing his old pains onto this new, familiar, face.
-Noteworthy Points- IF THIS AU INTERESTS YOU, please consider reading the prologue and chapter one on Ao3! Steady tracks! This is the one you probably know me for, if you know me at all. My poster boys!! My favoritest guys,, I want to include so many notes but I know most of the notes I want to write are all spoilers. Please poke me to keep writing <3 This AU is not even remotely dead I just have chronic burnout and it WILL continue please bother me about it whenever you want <3
This story is (and probably will continue to be) almost exclusively told from Emmet's point of view. It is a post-canon exploration of grief, change, and how to go on after everything you know is lost. THIS MEANS there is a LOT of discussion of death! NO ONE IS DEAD, but Emmet believes Ingo has died, and regularly experiences grief and/or talks about him as if he is dead. If that still bothers you, no problem! This is not going to be the fic for you. However, if it at all eases you to know that everyone is still alive, then have fun and maybe bring tissues because I really like writing people being upset (and also them getting better but, that involves them needing to be upset first.)
Also! New STIngo reference!! I have been working on updating the shape language of his design to look more like a pokemon and this is the most up-to-date version! If you want to draw him, reference this one! I swear I will get that side view done eventually, I fucking promise.
Enjoy <3 <3 I love this AU a lot.
-Links- Official Writing - Steady Tracks Do Not Waver Artwork - Fanart by Nyacat39 Artwork - Fanart by Dontmineit (1) Artwork - Fanart by Dontmineit (2) Discussion - The Luxury Ball Artwork and Trivia - Official Reference (Outdated) Artwork and Trivia - Updated Reference (Also Outdated) Discussion - "Awla Boah" Artwork - Fanart by Maelysgriffonne Artwork - Fanart by Dontmineit (3) Artwork - Big Nap (Durant <3) Artwork - CH1 Concept Sketches Artwork - STIngo Sprite Discussion - Coffee Artwork and Discussion - Sounds Discussion - Antagonists Discussion - Strong/Agile Style Moves Artwork and Discussion - Coffee pt.2 Artwork - Emmet's Office (3D Model)
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đPairing:Â Yoongi x Producer!Reader
đGenre:Â fluff, smut, studio!au
đSummary:Â As Min Yoongiâs studio neighbor and self-proclaimed nemesis, youâve always seen him as someone who knew how to maintain a clean, well-put-together image without any careless slip-ups. But after nearly walking in on him with a hand around his cock, you gain a new perspective that leads to steamy fantasies in your bedroom and much-needed inspiration in the studio for Bangtanâs next album.
A week before track submissions are due, you give Yoongi a taste of the dirty demo, and now the selfish bastard wants to claim it for his own solo album. In exchange, he offers to help you produce another Bangtan track by the end of the week. Your only condition is for this track to be better than the sexual fantasies that inspired its predecessor.
đWord Count:Â 2.3k
đParts:Â 1Â â 2 â 3 [discontinued after this chapter]
đWarnings: this is the last part im posting for this series even though it was supposed to be longer, the ending here isnt conclusive but im posting it for anyone interested! if you have questions about the couple or where the story wouldve went, feel free to send some asksđ„č no smut in this chapter btw
đWednesdayđ
Yoongiđđč [6:47PM] âWeâre filming near the BigHit building if you want a break from the studioâ
Y/Nđ
[6:48PM] âis there free coffeeđâ
Y/Nđ
[6:48PM] âasking for a friendâ
Yoongiđđč [6:49PM] âThereâs a whole taco truck here for dinnerâ
Yoongiđđč [6:50PM] âAnd free coffee for your friendâ
Y/Nđ
[6:51PM] âokay ill be there in a sexđâ
Yoongiđđč [6:51PM] âSex?â
Y/Nđ [6:51PM] âSECâ
Y/Nđ [6:51PM] âfuck youâ
You donât really want to see Yoongi after an embarrassing typo like that, but you canât say no to free food and coffee. Besides, the studio gets awfully boring and lonely when the boys arenât around all day. Itâs been like that as of late, aside from your late-night studio sessions with you-know-who. In times like this, youâre grateful the boy thought to invite you out for a change of scenery.
After throwing a cardigan over your shoulders and tucking your mini lyric notebook into your pocket, you step out of your studio and head over to the address Yoongi sent you. Your tummy immediately starts to feel like shit, but it isnât hunger. Itâs the kind of nervous feeling you get on a first dateâexcept this isnât a first date. Itâs just the first time youâve been invited by one of the guys to go behind the scenes of something other than music production.
Just as youâre about to message Yoongi about your arrival, you spot Jimin and Taehyung waving their tacos at you from right outside the area for filming.
âWeâve been expecting you, Y/N,â Taehyung says as if heâs the butler of some royal mansion. It matches his slicked-back hair and fancy gentleman costume that heâs only partly changed out of.
âYoongi told us you were dropping by for table scraps or something.â Jimin hands you a to-go box loaded with tacos. Itâs still nice and hot. âHe said youâre like a little mouse scurrying around for free food.â
âGreat. Did he just invite me over here so yâall can insult me?â You narrow your eyes at the boys, even though âlittle mouseâ is the most endearing insult youâve ever heard.
âHe wanted to see you, obviously,â Taehyung shrugs. âBro wonât shut up about that track youâre working on with him. Said you came up with a pretty sick hook.â
Oh, so heâs insulting you and complimenting you. Sounds about right for the nemesis you know.
The boys bring you inside to what looks like the set of a cologne commercial. Who knows. Maybe itâs actually a personal moisturizer for self-pleasure in that black bottle theyâre advertising.Â
One by one, you spot and say hi to the rest of the guys. Seokjin and Namjoon are getting their makeup touched up, Jungkook is devouring what appears to be his second box of tacos, and Hoseok is looking over the shots he just finished. The only person unaccounted for is the boy who called you over here.
Then you look over to where all the cameras are pointed. Yoongi is lying comfortably on a leather couch, legs propped up on the armrest. He holds the black bottle up and studies it like heâs reading a book.Â
He looks good on that couch, but not nearly as good as he looked on the one in your studio last night. On your couch, he had a different look to him. He wasnât the calm and well-mannered idol you see posing for the camera now. He was very much into finger-fucking you and making a mess out of you on your couch. And it was hot as hell.
Still, you have to admit youâre here drooling over him in his suit and tie like heâs the CEO of your heart or something. Youâre not used to seeing him in anything other than sweats or jeans since thereâs apparently no one worth impressing in the studio end of the BigHit building. And as much as you adore his naked face and casual look, Hot CEO is definitely a style he should adopt more of.
âDid you come here to stare or to eat?â Yoongi asks as soon as he gets a break from the cameras. No hi, no how are you. Just more slander. It should be illegal to be mean and handsome at the same time.
You came because he invited you! And because you like free food! And because maybe heâs nice to look at! But youâre not going to waste your breath on telling him something he already knows.
âI heard you called me a little mouse.â You cross your arms as he takes a long sip of water. âIs that your new pet name for me?â
He chokes on his water. Good. âYou werenât supposed to hear that.â Aha, you were right. And to be honest, you wouldnât really mind him calling you his Little Mouse from now on. âItâs because you sent that mouse emoji earlier.â
Ah, yes, the infamous mouse emoji that came right after your infamous sex typo. Good to know he hasnât burned that cursed text from his memory the way you have.
The boy points to the box in your hands. âYou should eat.â
âDid you eat already?â you ask, fidgeting with the notebook in your pocket. A tiny part of you is hoping he hasnât so you can eat together. Then heâd have some time to look over the lyrics youâve been working on for the song.
He shakes his head. âNowâs a good timeââ
âYoongi, we need you back for maybe 30⊠40 minutes?â a camera guy calls out. You thought this was supposed to be Yoongiâs turn for a break. You thought this was your turn with him.
âIâll be there in a sec,â he says, pulling you around the corner to a narrow hallway. The strong grip around your wrist is an odd mix of comfort and clinginess. âI heard the tacos are good. You should eat before they get cold.â In other words, eat without him because he doesnât have time for you.
âTheyâre already cold.â You donât mean it as a complaint. If he ate with you, youâre sure a cold meal would be just as satisfying as a hot one. But the thought of eating cold tacos all alone is kind of pathetic. And that makes you sad.
With a frown, he takes the box from you and pulls a taco out, examining it closely like the hottest certified health inspector in town. Youâre suddenly hungry. The taco does look quite appetizing in those hands of his. Anything he touches becomes a thousand times prettier.
He takes a small bite as if whateverâs yours is his. You donât mind, though. At least you know heâs getting some food in his stomach before returning to work.
But then he turns the taco to you and holds it up to your lips. You feel a piece of tortilla cling to the corner of your mouth as you bite into your dinner.
âGood, right?â The boy picks the tortilla bit off your cheek and pops it into his mouth before you can hide the mess from himâcanât get anything past his eyes.
You nod as you munch on the taco. Youâve never heard of a mouse being fed like royalty. But you have to admit, you kind of like it.
Satisfied with your answer, Yoongi tucks the half-eaten taco away with the rest of them in the box. You reach for the box, but he pulls it back out of reach.
âYouâre not gonna grab some coffee too?â he asks.
Youâd long forgotten about the coffee. Besides, whatâs the point if you canât enjoy it with the biggest coffee enthusiast you know?
âMaybe next time.â You swipe for the box again like a cat making a move on its prey. But once again, he holds the box as far away from you without actually distancing his body from yours. You both know thereâs nowhere to run with that taco box in this narrow corridor.
âHow about tomorrow morning?â he casually throws out. What, like a coffee date? Like an actual date? Thereâs no way. âIâll pick it up on the way to the studio.â
Right. He canât be seen out in the open with anyone other than his members and managers. You just wish so badly that that wasnât the case.
âYeah, thatâs fine.â Besides, the two of you are just friends. A coffee date with him is asking for too much. You feel yourself shrinking against the wall and fail to notice the way he studies the hint of disappointment in your eyes.
Before you know it, his lips find yours. Theyâre soft and lazy but also comfortingâmore comforting than any cup of coffee you couldâve gotten from here. And thatâs when you know the small trip you made tonight was all worth it. Any time you get to spend with him is always worth it, no matter how short it may be.
âIâll surprise you with something good,â he hums against your lips before finally handing the box back to you and walking toward the cameras. âSee you around, Little Mouse.â
When you get back to your studio, all you think about while eating your cold tacos is Yoongi kissing you again. This time was different, though. It wasnât prompted by sexual tension or frsutration. It was the kind of kiss youâd give when parting with a lover after a perfect night spent together. What business did Min Yoongi have with sending you off like that? Youâve heard of superheroes being charmed by the enemy, but you wonât let yourself be that easy. Not that way.
So after you take the last bite of your tacos, you shake off the thought of his soft lips and reach into your cardigan pocket for your notebook. Itâs time to get back to work.
But the pocket is empty. The one on the other side is empty as well. Oh fuck. The notebook with all your lyrics is gone. All your hard work is suddenly gone. You mustâve dropped it on your little outing for free food.
And thatâs not even the worst part. There are things in there no one else is supposed to see. If it falls into the wrong handsâi.e. Yoongiâs large veiny handsâyouâre going to lose your goddamn mind.
You should probably go back and find it before the enemy does.
As soon as you step out of your studio, your body smacks right into a solid chest. You square up on instinct like itâs some late-night intruder, but itâs just Yoongi. And heâs got his stinken hands on your notebook. Of course he does.
âOh good, I was looking for that,â you say as innocently as possible before swiping your paws at him. He takes a step back along with the notebook.
âFirst of all, ouch.â He rubs his chest right where youâd collided with him. âSecond, youâre welcome for returning this safely to you.â
âThank you, Yoongi. You truly are the best,â you mutter, somewhat distracted by the hand on his chest. Itâs so veiny. âHappy now? Can I have my notebook back please?â
âWait.â He holds a finger up like youâre a puppy in training. You only obey because you really need the notebook back. âWhat are all those lyrics in here?â
âFor the song weâre working on, obviously.â A half truth.
âSome pages have dates from years ago.â
âWell you werenât supposed to see those.â
âWell I read all of them.â He finally hands the notebook back, but it appears to be too late. He knows your secrets now. âItâs a waste of good lyrics. Assuming you werenât planning on using them after all these years.â
âIâm not.â You cling to the notebook as if thereâs anything left to hide in it. Anybody whoâs read them could tell those other lyrics werenât written for Bangtan songs. They were clearly written for you, from your perspective. Your unfiltered feelings, good and bad, make up approximately 99% of those lyrics. You mightâve even written soft shit about Yoongi.Â
âOkay, well, Iâm glad I got to read them at least.â He leans against the doorframe. Youâd expect him to be smirking after reading all the sappy things youâd written in that notebook, but heâs well-behaved tonight. âI wouldnât be mad if you put out your own music eventually.â
âVery unlikely.â Although you appreciate him subtly supporting everything you do when it comes to music. âI already have my hands full with you, donât I?â
âOh, am I too much for you to handle?â Thereâs the smirk.
âPerhaps.â You press both hands into his chest and walk him backward to escort him out. There shall be no smirking or charming boys in your studio tonight.
âI have to head back before we wrap up.â He nods in the direction of the shoot as your hands continue to rest on him. âWill you still be around in an hour?â
âNah, Iâll probably be out of here in about twenty minutes.â You pretend to check your phone even though you know youâll still be in the studio for at least a few more hours. Youâd rather not encourage him to come back and extend his already long day. âI just need to jot down a couple of ideas first.â
âIâll see you tomorrow then.â He starts walking away before turning on his heels. âOh, by the way, thereâs been a change of plans about the morning coffee.â
Your heart sinks. No coffee? Got it.
âThe photoshoot was supposed to be a two-day thing, but since weâre finishing it up tonight, I donât have any work scheduled for tomorrow.â A free day? For Min Yoongi? Unheard of. âIâll pick you up in the morning. Just bring your guitar. And that notebook.â
âYou forgot the part where you tell me what the actual plan is.â Youâre skeptical. Heâs being sneaky, and thatâs never a good sign.
âI told you itâs a surprise.â He dips before you can protest.
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Hello! Iâm wondering if you have any recommendations for Animal-themed TTRPGs? Specifically wild animals if possible (jungle, arctic, desert, etc). I have a lot of recommendations for domestic animals and pets! âșïž
Theme: Wild Animals
Hello friend! You are right, there are quite a lot of recommendations out there for cute pet-like animals, but I think I managed to find a nice variety of wild animals. I also have a few longer games to balance out the 1-page rpgs I found.
One Less Lobster in Maine, by Minte.
Youâve made it! You escaped! Freed from your wooden trap you find yourself on the picturesque coasts of Maine. One lobster alone facing the world, on a journey to make your way back to the sea.Â
This game played with a deck of cards, lets you build your own adventure. Play on your own or with friends this is meant to be a fun lighthearted story building game that is easy to pick up and play. All you need are some cards, maybe some friends, your imagination for your very own crustacean crusade.
This game can be played solo or with a group; itâs basically an oracle that presents you with events and obstacles as your lobster makes their way to the sea.
Emu Uprising, by ashleecraft.
You play an emu trying to defeat the government with the help of your friends in this 1-page TTRPG based on The Great Emu War created for the Historically Accurate Game Jam 2023!
This is hilarious re-enactment of a real-life historical event. You roll a series of times using 2d6 to determine what happens in each round of battle. Your goal is to get more Emu points than Human points. Feel free to add your own embellishments to each moment of battle!
Rise of the Apes, by WuDeRPG.
Rise of the Apes takes the premise of the movie Rise of the Planet of the Apes and lets you play as a group of Apes escaping a laboratory on their quest to reach freedom in the woods.
This is the first game using the RISE system, which divides play into 3-act struggles over which your characters will experience evolutionary moments. I think this game has an interesting opportunity as a teaching tool because players have a chance to get familiar with one part of their character sheet before adding on new pieces. Iâm interested to see whether each act could be its own game session; breaking out of the lab as the first act could certainly take up to 2 or 3 hours.
Crabpocalypse, by Z Gosck.
Great news, the apocalypse is here!
but not at the hands of zombies, aliens, or unrelenting capitalism, but rather the meaty claws of giant enemy crabs. And even better news, youâre the fucking crabs!
Become crab, as nature intended, in Crabpocalypse! A game that finally puts you in the carapace of a giant enemy crab, bringing unimaginable death and destruction upon a world that sorely deserves it!
An absolutely ridiculous game, Crabpocalypse requires that players play the entire game with their hands shaped like crab claws, lest they lose a point from their highest crabtribute. The whole game is this silly and over-the-top, right to the end - where you will fight a giant, human-allied crab!
Mortal Wombat, by JoshyLongLegs.
Captured in your infancy by some Australian scientists (unburdened by morals or ethics) you have been turned into a sapient cyborg synapsid, hell-bent on escaping the laboratory you've been kept captive in all these years!Â
Joined by your own marsupial mob you've got to use your head and your butt to prove yourself the finest Wombatant and make your way to freedom!Â
Another simple one-page game, Mortal Wombat embraces the cartoonish style of childrenâs tv shows and gives your wombats some serious chrome upgrades. There appears to be some callbacks to Honey Heist here, so if youâre familiar with that one-pager, this game will probably be pretty easy to pick up and play.
Moose Trip, by Kira Magrann.
Youâre a moose living in the human occupied wilds of Montana. Youâve just eaten some of your favorite psychedelic mushrooms with your friends. The streams are cooling, the willows ripe with delicious leaves, and soft orange moss dots granite rocks amid grassy fields. Youâre settling into your favorite lush sanctuary here in the wilds for a mind altering and inspiring psychedelic trip.
This game is more of a conversational experience than something with a definable goal. You take turns rolling mushroom feelings, and then ask the group around you the related question. I think this game could also be used as a mini-game inside a larger campaign, regardless of who your characters are - you donât even really need to be a moose to play.
The Warren, by Bully Pulpit Games.
The Warren is a tabletop role-playing game about intelligent rabbits trying to make the best of a world filled with hazards, predators and, worst of all, other rabbits. It is a game about survival and community.
There are many creatures, humans included, that are bigger, stronger, meaner, or more numerous than rabbits. The seasons and the elements do not care that rabbits are only little things. Rabbits cannot hope to meet these threats head on. Only through speed, wits, and keeping a cool head can rabbits bypass the dangers of the outside world.
The Warren hails from the PbtA family of games, and pulls greatly on rabbit stories such as Watership Down and Peter Rabbit. It comes highly lauded and is known for its ability to combine the idyllic comfort of being a small creature with the tragic horror of being everyoneâs favourite prey. If you want a deep game that isnât afraid to send you to some dark places, I recommend The Warren.
Games I've Recommended in the Past
Capybara Capers, by momatoes.
Jellyfish Felonies, by Penguin King Games.
My Fish Games Post.
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