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fillinforlater · 1 year ago

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Loathing Love: Lavish Lies (Part 4)

Male Reader x Kwon Eunbi + Kang Hyewon x Jo Yuri

Length: 9060 words

Tags: emotional drama, smut, cheating, alcohol, rage, anger issues, bisexuality, girl x girl relationship, girl x girl action, threesome, literal breeding, mating press, face sitting, squirting, clit play, dirty talk, the dumbest, most improbable sex ever, this is NOT real life, very dark ending

TW: includes topics like cheating, alcohol, sex and death

Inspiration: "Look at Me" by XXXTENTACION, Hyewon x Yuri best ship, gay power couple; this had to be released in Pride Mont (glad I could make it lol), also @capslocked ; @iznsfw, I'm sorry.

(A/N: THE FINALE of my L4 Series. It's finally here. The promise is fulfilled. I hope you get the ending and don't hate me. It's all fiction.)

“Look at me, fuck on me / Look at me, fuck on me / Look at me, fuck on me.”

Volume decreased by eighty percent. You don’t need someone screaming in your ears right now. It only makes you want to scream back. The poor guy has been dead for almost five years now, he doesn’t really deserve it. If you’re honest to yourself, he feels way too on point. Better turn the radio off entirely.

His voice still resonates in your mind, as you get out of the car. Combined with Hyewon’s and Yuri’s moans, they form an inglorious, deadly symphony to fuel your hatred. Visuals of you screaming, scratching, beating fragile, pale skin pop up in your mind. This wave of emotions, it’s crashing in on you like a tsunami. Sadly, it doesn’t bury you. It only makes you angrier.

Push open the door and Eunbi gasps. She kneels on the living room floor, right next to the carpet. Her clothes are in tatters, her knees covered in bruises, but worst of all, her face is ruined with scratches, blood and runny mascara. It looks like someone already did the things you imagined in your head: beat her up and left her whimpering on the floor. The punishment for someone who cheats and lies.

Grab Eunbi’s lifeless arm and pull it up. Your fiance begins to cry, she begs not with words but with her eyes. The way she shakes her head is in honest fear. The potential strikes scare her, how your palm will meet her face over and over again in a loveless, hurt beating.

But you sigh.

"I can't," you squeeze out, voice cracking with every word. "I hate seeing you like this. You deserve to be thrown out and beg for money on the street. But I can't, I—"

You pull Eunbi into a hug. Her small frame melts into your arms, her feet unable to support her. She is like a wet sack, surprisingly heavy. You're barely able to drag her to the couch and watch her whimper and cry, face hidden behind her elbow.

"I still love you, Eunbi.

"Let's try again."

"Y-yes," she sobs and tightly grabs your shirt.

"Let's marry, Eunbi."

"Y-yes, th-thank you."

The proposal might have been a mess, but the marriage was not. Everything was meticulously planned, and even the tiniest details went perfectly. No one knew of Eunbi's affair, and you kept it this way.

Even after your marriage, your luck did not run out. Everything was working out. Two promotions in a year, a new, bigger house, two cars, a part time job for Eunbi that she really enjoys. Talking about Eunbi, she became attentive, caring, adoring, loving to the point where your wound began to heal.

Eight months into your marriage, you became an actor.

No, not the type that moves to Hollywood, swims in money and earns fame with every new movie. The type who has to act all day every day. You have to pretend that it's all fine, smile at everyone, always say the right things—

Acting is lying. You lie to them, because you cannot live with her lying to you.

Eunbi does not know about the abundance of security cameras you installed around and inside the house. They are tiny, but very modern and always connected to your phone for constant surveillance of your expensive home.

Not a single criminal has tried to enter your home—but multiple other 'criminals' entered something else.

At first, it was one guy. Tall, handsome, expensive suit. Eunbi greeted him with a smile. You watched the footage quite confused. The two of them sat down in the living room and talked for a bit. It looked like he tried to sell her something, but it also looked fake, like they were—

Role playing.

A minute later, Eunbi's arms and feet were wrapped around him as he drilled his cock deep inside her cunt. There was no sound, but you could see her moan and scream as he went faster.

Three weeks later, another guy. He seemed to not like role playing. Eunbi opened the door and his tongue was in her mouth immediately. They fucked all over the kitchen, on every damn counter. At least this guy was somewhat attractive.

Things got horrible after this. Guy after guy walked into your home and fucked your wife. Hole after hole, day after day. Whenever you were at work and she wasn't, a cock was inside her. One time, someone seemed to comment on her hair and the next day she went to dye it blonde.

That was also the day you decided to not touch her anymore. You stay at work longer, until late at night. Work frees your mind a little, and soon they will promote you to the second highest position. 500k after taxes, seemingly infinite money, yet you still weep and down whiskey each night watching guys go to town on her.

Today, two guys arrived together. They spit roasted her on the bed, which was already covered in her juices and sweat from another guy an hour before.

The video flashes before your dead eyes. You drop another piece of ice into the glass, watch the auburn whiskey sway and cool. Down it goes as Eunbi gets ready to take a cock up her loose asshole. For the first time, you look at the new guy who groans as Eunbi takes his cock.

His smug grin. It's the same motherfucker, the one you caught with Eunbi a bit over a year ago.

For the first time, you stop your mindless staring at the screen. You pause the security footage as rage builds up at this stupid expression on this stupid face. Without hesitation, you reach for the glass and repeatedly smash it into the screen. It breaks in violent sparks and the room goes fully dark.

You tear the screen off the wall, the same way you tear out the self-pity in your sorrow-filled heart. A violent kick sends the monitor into the computer and the thousand dollar set-up is reduced to broken scrap metals and torn wires.

The entire office is suddenly so dark and silent. Not that you were watching with sound, but the vivid pictures produced enough sounds in your head. It's all gone now, together with the dirty light displaying dirty pleasure.

Don't lie to yourself; this was stupid. But as much as it was stupid, it was also necessary and it felt so right. Even though your favorite whiskey glass fell victim to your rampage, you don't regret it. You need more of this.

Throughout the entire night, you continue to mess up your workplace. You stuff bins and trash cans with everything in your office: Semi-important documents, plants, cables, liquor, chairs and especially all the unnecessary, lavish accessoires you gathered here for some reason. At dawn, the only thing that remains is a table, a chair, a laptop with a charger and a bottle of water. A frugal set-up, but more than enough for your job.

At 6:30 am, you arrive at home and jump right into bed, next to your snoring wife. With a quick glance you check her hand; the ruby embellished gold ring sparkles at her finger. A real, absurdly expensive piece of jewelry on a fake piece of shit, you think but smile nonetheless. There is some irony about it that you can't pin down yet, but you'll look for it a bit more.

A knock at your door.

"Come on in," you say without looking up from your screen. It's probably the intern again, asking for help or another task. To your surprise, it's someone far more important.

"Still feels weird, when you remember what this room used to look like." A man, two decades older than you and a decade more work experience in this company carefully scoots into your office and wanders around it. "It's surprisingly vast."

You close your laptop when the man does not watch. It's out of respect, but for some reason, you do not fear him anymore. His name is Sakimoto, member of the board of directors and chairman of the staff council. Usually, there is only one reason for him to come into your office himself—and it's not a good one.

"How can I help you, Mr. Sakimoto?" you say with an insincere smile.

"Tell me," he responds, eyes wide in either insanity or genuine interest, hard to tell with someone like him. "Why did you throw it all away? It looks like a cell."

"It—to be honest, I—

"Well that's the point. None of the stuff is helpful in any way, even worse, it's distracting, unnecessary bullshit that keeps me from focusing. I don't need it, I don't want it anymore."

Sakimoto nods at your words, his expression never changing, not even at the use of your obscene slip. Maybe being a psychopath is a job requirement for Sakimoto's position. You can't bear to look at his slight smile and wide orbs any longer.

"Intriguing," he finally says and turns towards your door again. "You'll be at the board meeting tonight, 8pm flat."

"Yes, Sir," you calmly say, something grinding on your nerves as Sakimoto leaves without saying goodbye or closing the door. That's it, career over.

They’re gonna fire me, fuck.

This thought knocks on your mind the entire day, only getting stronger with every step you take towards the meeting room. Someone must have noticed your indefensible, erratic behavior, but how? Everyone was gone that night like they all are every night. You made sure of it by checking the nearby offices of your subordinates and co-workers. You even made sure to stuff all your furniture and electronics down to the bottom of the waste containers.

Maybe the board had a meeting and someone heard something? Fuck, that can’t be it, can it?

Deep breaths, calm breaths. If they know what happened, your fate is decided. You have enough money anyways. Other companies will still take you. You’re gonna be okay, this is just a small hit, a dent in the fast, unstoppable car that is you. If you’re honest, it’s a lot easier when you don’t care about the passenger or who she is fucking.

Bang the door thrice with confidence. The silence behind it becomes even more quiet, until someone urges you to enter in a strict, booming voice.

“You are a bit early,” the CEO says from the far end of the long table, his back to the setting sun visible through large windows behind him. The other board members look at you, some with a perfect poker face as if they are in serious business talks, others seem amused, maybe even a little tipsy, but what surprises you the most are those who look at you in anger and fear as if you were the grim reaper, coming for their souls.

“Better than being too late,” you respond with charme, your calm heart picking up in pace.

“That is true!” the vice-CEO shouts and most board members fall into a short fit of laughter. They seem so odd, maybe they are making fun of you before forcing you to sign the resignation. You can already see the stack of paper in the CEO’s hand.

“Enough of this nonsense,” the CEO shouts. The laughs evaporate instantly, yet somehow, the positive vibes remain. The vice-CEO is grinning at you, even the CEO himself cracks a smile. He gets up from his chair, the paper firmly in both of his hands, and walks around the table towards you. Your feet seem to grow roots as he stops before you.

“Congratulations, Mr. Kwon,” he says cheerfully and hands you an—

“Official Invitation to the Board of Directors,” you read out loud in utter disbelief.

“Mr. Kwon, why do you sound so shocked?” someone in the back asks and the CEO nods towards them with a sly grin.

“I did not inform him about our vote last week. Even Mr. Sakimoto only told him to be here today.

“Mr. Kwon, do you accept our invitation? You will be the thirteenth member, as Mr. Muentrich-Schleuser will resign next month. We all think that you are physically and mentally capable, have the pedigree and skill and most importantly, the outstanding drive to push this company forward. The growth in your department has been unmatched the past few months.”

The smooth, freshly printed piece of paper is in your hand. The other members gradually rise from their seats, all looking at you intently. They seemed so much bigger, when you entered the room, but now they are just like you. All you have to do is take the CEO’s stretched out hand, and you’ll be atop a mountain you never even dreamed of reaching.

“D-do I have any other choice?” you say cooly, only your stutter betrays your facade. A couple of chuckles, the CEO looks at the ceiling and pretends to think.

“Well, you can’t go back to your apartment, as your successor has already been chosen. You could be transferred to Japan and lead the department there. It’d be the same pay as here but—”

He leans closer to whisper.

“—you’d have to pay more taxes there.

“What will it be, Mr. Kwon?”

You find yourself on the road again. Somehow, fate has you connected to your car. Whenever something big happened or is about to happen, you find yourself sitting in it, music blasting loud and numbing everything out. Tonight however, you purposefully turn the radio off and drive carefully.

Let me celebrate somewhere; but where?

You won’t go home to your wife of course. She is more than undeserving to celebrate this moment with you. Most of your other friends and relatives are either asleep already or would ask stupid questions about Eunbi and why she isn’t celebrating alongside you. No, you need someone to not ask you about anything and just parties the night away.

Ah fuck it; strangers will do.

Park your car at the side of the road, don’t care for a ticket, hell, don’t give a fuck if someone decides to steal it. It’s used and you can easily buy a new one tomorrow if you want to. You wander down the street, busy with party-goers, drunk, high or both, some are a lot more focused and carry their drunk, high or both friends home. You loosen your tie, no need to look formally if everyone around you doesn’t either.

Suddenly, a familiar sight, a wooden structure with warm lights and that unmistakable smell. It’s almost nostalgic, magnetic, unavoidable, you just have to walk in there. As you grab the handle of the door and see the long, smooth, wooden counter, it hits you.

Oh my God.

“Oh, wow, haven’t seen you here in forever,” the bartender says when he sees you. His face hasn’t changed, his smile is the same, but you need a few moments to really recognize him again.

He takes a step back and smirks, firm grasp on a bottle of tequila.

“Well, yes, it has,” you respond and walk up to him. “It has easily been a year since my last visit, how the fuck do you remember me?”

“I have this tendency to remember people, especially because you were the last man to ever take her backstage.”

He winks and you throw your head back. Time flies, it really does, yet you find yourself sitting on the exact same stool on a very similar night with the same bartender. Even your wife is still a whore, fucking the same guys, probably right now as well.

“So I take it that Hyewon is not coming here anymore?” you sigh and point at an expensive bottle of wine. The bartender swiftly uncorks it.

“I did not say that. She is just a lot more, let’s call it, picky. Okay, you know what?”

With an elegant pour he fills you a glass and places the dark ruby liquid on the counter before continuing.

“You can ask her yourself. She’ll be on stage in a couple minutes.”

A waft of wine hits your nostrils, but it’s a lot weaker than the words coming from his mouth. The thought of Hyewon blows you away, stronger than any liquor, no matter how high the amount of alcohol or the years it has matured. Hyewon, the kind stranger, the hot stranger, the stranger to fuck your stress out. Hyewon, the crazy friend, the bisexual friend, the let's-have-a-bar-backstage- threesome-with-this-hot-singer-friend. She was a big reason why you got over Eunbi cheating on you—but it has sadly not led you to the brightest of futures.

Maybe I should have stayed with her.

Take a sip of the wine. It’s delicious, celebratory, a drink for victors who have gained status and wealth beyond imagination, and you are now part of that group. At least you feel like it, even as the bar gets flooded with more and more people from all walks of life. Some look as well-dressed as you are, others clearly struggle to make ends meet in some months, but they're all here for the same thing.

Wait, what is Hyewon going to do on stage? Is she going to sing?

As you still wonder and savor the wine, one of the waitresses moves from light switch to light switch and slowly but surely fills the room in darkness. The crowd goes quiet as tension rises. Everyone is excited for sure, but none of them reach the level of thrill you feel when the spotlight illuminates the stage and a beautifully dressed woman appears behind the curtain.

Resounding cheers, applause, the occasional toast around you, inside you, but all you can do is watch in awe. Hyewon looks angelic, on one hand illegally beautiful, on the other illegally hot. Something about her is distant yet warm, unreachable yet magnetic, strangulating for the heart yet easy for the lunges—she is oxygen, or even better—the breathable air of heaven.

Hyewon.

Confidence in her stance which silences the crowd again, confidence in her hands which raise the mic to her glossy lips, most importantly, confidence in her voice as she starts the song with a powerful low note that almost throws you off the stool.

It shouldn’t be such a shock. Hyewon’s voice is mesmerizing, you should have noticed it when she spoke to you or at least when she moaned, but only now you see the full beauty of it. It’s befitting of her, and you will enjoy every second of it. She carries this song gracefully, giving it a special touch that will keep the listeners yearning for a studio version, which would be an efficient side hustle for her.

Wait, what if Hyewon becomes a musician, with songs on the radio and the first glimmers of fame? What if she is already quite popular, an underground artist on the rise, from covering songs to writing her own? What if there is a whole story happening in her life that you missed entirely, just because you stuck to your whore-wife and mind-numbing job? This fear of having missed out on something this big and beautiful, maybe even life itself, shakes your heart with a strong aching, until—

Another voice. The first verse, the pre-chorus, the build-up, it all leads to another voice coming in with unbridled power and passion. It cannot be contained in the way it booms through the speakers and puts goosebumps on every single person in this room. You’re included in this list, but when you recognize the voice and see the woman step out on stage, those goosebumps turn to a full-on rush of nostalgic emotions.

Back then, her singing was the catalyst for an unforgettable night. Unexpectedly wild, a lot of fun, but the stinging arrow of envy made things bitter-sweet for you. Watching the two of them be so close, intimate and loving had you yearning for more than just enraged sex. You wanted this too, and there was a time where Eunbi provided it. But the veil has been lifted. There is no love, just despair.

Yuri.

It’s certainly a touching thing, seeing that Hyewon and Yuri are still close friends, connected through the language of music. Apparently they were always here, right in this inconspicuous bar, pulling the stress out of people with nothing but their voices, which combine at the end of the second verse and rush ahead into the chorus. It’s an invasion of your ears, low and high, soft and powerful, caring and overwhelming.

This performance is greatness, the best of what humanity has to offer—and you feel like the embodiment of an embittered, wasted life.

Yuri hits the final note with such perfection that the first few people have already jumped up from their seats and cheered without holding back. Thunderous applause is an understatement to how hard everyone claps their hands or stomps the ground. They’re shaking the entire bar, which has the bartender holding onto some of the bottles with a worried smile. You on the other hand are glued to your seat in deep regret. Not enough to make you cry, but enough to keep you from giving the two angels what they deserve.

Take a look at your wine. It has been untouched in your glass for a while now and it’d be a waste to throw it away just because you’re facing the cold, harsh truth again. What even is true at this point? Not the stuff you promise your customers and certainly not your relationship. Fuck it, take a large sip.

“They are awesome,” the bartender gasps. “They should finally do this professionally, this stage is too small for them.”

“Yeah,” you answer with a weak smile. “Imagine an entire stadium full of people being this ecstatic. The world would hear it.”

“Well, I tried my best convincing them,” he says and looks right next to you with a sly grin. “Maybe you have more success than I did.”

Time freezes when you feel the familiar busty body around your own. You did not see Hyewon launching herself at you, don't realize what's happening until she starts talking.

"Oh my God, it has been so long! Wait, is it really you?"

"Hyewon, I, uhm, yeah. I'm me."

"It's so crazy to see you again! How are you, how is life?"

"Well, it's—"

Hyewon squeezes your body tighter. She pouts when you look down at her until you finally get it. Return the embrace and Hyewon squeals in happiness.

"You don't have to say anything," she coos softly. "I'm just happy to see you again."

"Likewise," you respond with a sigh.

You could stand around like this for eternity. Hyewon's deep breaths and her steadily decreasing heart rate start to heal you from within. The pain and suffering caused by Eunbi's constant cheating, it doesn't matter right now. You deserve a break from the mess that is your life—you feel like you can celebrate your promotion for real now.

"Hyewon, I—no, you. You were wonderful on stage. Your singing, it blew me away."

As you gush about her performance, Hyewon blushes and disconnects the hug. You notice that she has this heavenly aura around her, like she is spraying sparks of love and happiness that try to ignite everyone around her. No wonder that she had this excellent stage presence during her duet.

"Thank you so much—

"Oh, babe~ I'm here~"

You jump at Hyewon's sudden call, which is not directed at you of course. Before your eyes can search for the person Hyewon just called babe, they have already arrived. Delicate fingers entwined with Hyewon's, they both go for a quick peck on the lips.

"Yu-Yuri?"

Your shriek makes the duo—the couple?—look at you with wide eyes, glossy and full of love for life—for each other? There is still too much to process for your brain, it can't handle another input.

"Hey, is everything alright?" Yuri asks with concern in her voice and a caring hand on your elbow.

"Ye-yeah, ju-just not up to date at all. Are you two like… a thing?"

Hyewon has this bright smile on her face. She wraps an arm around Yuri's hip and the younger girl leans her head on her collarbone. Yuri raises a hand up to your face. There is a simple silver ring on it, and you see her eyes scintillate when she shows you it.

"We married two months ago," Hyewon giggles. "So much has happened since we met last time. I can’t really sum it up."

"Don't feel forced to explain yourself," you respond with an awkward laugh. "We had a short stint a while back, I only saw you falling for each other—

beyond that, our lives have happened far apart. But not going to lie, I'd love to hear your story if you're down for it."

Hyewon and Yuri share a glance and then start to laugh for seemingly no reason. It turns into a full fit that suddenly has you in a tight, three way hug.

"We'd love to," Yuri says when she catches her breath again. "After all, you somewhat got us together. I told Hye that we should try to invite you to the marriage."

"Nah, it's good. How about I pay for the first round of drinks because of your amazing performance and then for the second round 'cuz I got a big promotion today."

"What if I want a third round though?" Hyewon asks jokingly.

"Babe, you can never handle three rounds," Yuri responds with sass and pulls the two of you to a nearby table.

"Looks like you just qualified yourself to pay for the third round then, Yuri."

"Like I said," Yuri babbles, her pitch high as the love story reaches its conclusion. "Hye was so scared to tell her father, but I had already bought the rings and planned the dresses, the cake—her mom was literally involved in everything—so on a Saturday night I poured her a third tequila shot—look how done she is after only two!"

Yuri points at her wife, whose head rests on her shoulder with heavy eyes and a rosy hue on her cheeks. Hyewon is in a drunk-dazed heaven, smiling stupidly, while trying to disagree with sounds that almost sound like words.

"Anyways, she was loose and so I dragged her over, we told him and—it was a stressful minute, I tell you that—after a minute he hugged us wordlessly. We kinda had no idea what it meant but during the wedding he looked happy, at peace basically."

"Okay, wow that is—"

Even your tenth reaction to Hyewon and Yuri's story, from threesome over dating to coming out to marriage, is cut short, this time by Hyewon groaning out a functioning sentence from her lip stick and alcohol covered lips.

"Babe, you, you forgot the part where, when you had to quit your job then."

"Oh, I'd love to hear about that too!" you quickly add, reminiscing about their amazing vocal performance. "Why did you decide to only sing for a living?"

Yuri puts on a sad smile as she strokes Hyewon's hair. Her gaze rests upon her empty glass, her orbs turn glassy for a moment then she shakes her head as if to shrug off what's bothering her.

"That's just about, you know, my former job. When I quit because we wanted to focus on music, some were angry because they thought I abandoned the team for childish dreams while others were… not so supportive of us. Ah, just forget it, it's fine."

"Sorry you had to go through it and sorry for bringing it up," you quickly apologize.

"Jeez, I said it's fine, don—"

"Let me make it up to you with a third round and the promise to meet the two of you here again."

Raise your hand to call the waiter while Yuri searches for something in Hyewon's pocket, but the older keeps nuzzling closer and closer as she dozes off. When the drinks arrive, Yuri slips you a phone.

"Put in your numbern" she whispers. "I bet she'll want to hear more from you too."

"Thank you. I assume you don't want to hear from me then?" you chuckle.

"That's right!" Yuri shouts and lifts her glass on high, so the entire bar can hear her. "I'm only here for the drinks. Cheers!"

Even the greatest party needs to come to an end at some point. 3am is when you pay for the drinks and call a cab. You barely find your way up the drive way into your house, which is not that bad, because now you don’t need to go sleep in the same bed as Eunbi and instead have the couch for you alone. It has never been so cozy.

Speaking of Eunbi, her acting is almost great. She apparently was so worried about you last night, and all the other nights the last couple of months. Now she found you on the couch, an obvious hangover by the way you scrunch your forehead. She puts her hand on your shoulder, rubbing it in circles, playing the worried wife like it’s in her script.

“No, this looks wrong, I swear,” you try to laugh it off but Eunbi is just getting closer. God, you can smell all the other people on her. It’s like she showered in a dozen different men’s perfume and deodorant just to taunt you. Ignore the mocking, you’re above this.

“Then what is it supposed to look like, babe?” Eunbi asks, her eyes wide and shimmering. “I’m willing to believe you, but you have to tell me why you got so wasted.”

“Well, I…”

It’s best to mix the lie with some truth to the point where you might believe it yourself.

“I, surprisingly, got a great promotion, and we went out partying for a long ti—”

“Oh my God, babe, that’s awesome!”

Out of nowhere, Eunbi casts aside all her concern and launches herself atop of you. You immediately tense up. Feeling the incredible curves of her body has never felt so wrong, so traumatic. Groan and put a palm to your temple to signal her your distress, but she continues to bounce on your lap.

“All your heart work paid off, I’m so proud!” she shouts gleefully, her arms tight around your throat in what looks like a loving embrace but feels a lot more like someone strangling you. “I almost thought you were out there getting addicted to whiskey every night.”

And you are addicted to men, Eunbi.

Addicted to sex, to being unloyal, to being creamed by other men.

You are the addict, you heartbreaking bitch.

But the words don’t come out. They run circles in your head while Eunbi’s clothed entrance rubs circles over your not-growing, not-aroused dick. You’re not going to surrender to her fuckable body, instead gently pushing her sides and groaning unduly.

“Yeah, no, this was a one time thing. I should sober up, my head fucking hurts.”

“Should I get you some water and painkillers?” Eunbi asks and gets off of your lap to jog to the kitchen.

“Yes, please—”

—and then get out of my life.

The following months brought some drastic changes. Not only is your work harder, it’s also not optional anymore. You started to put up better numbers because of your overtime work, which was due to Eunbi. Now, you can’t escape it anymore. Working from 6am to 10pm is normal, hell, on some days you wish you could sleep three hours.

But everytime you look at your new bank account—can’t let Eunbi have all the access—it all seems worth it. The pay is ungodly, you have way too much money. Even after taxes and buying two new cars to not look ‘broke’ next to all the other board members, you still have no clue what to do with all of it. Two or three more years, and you could retire wealthy beyond belief. Begs the question why these people usually don’t and continue working.

Another change to your life comes through Hyewon and Yuri. By themselves, they installed a new social life in your life. At least two times per month, the three of you meet up in a bar. You get to know new people, entirely different from you, but also basically the same. Everyone is tired from work, so it’s time to drink and party. You almost forgot how good it feels to have a variety of friends—from those that are perfect for loose parties to those that deeply care about you.

Hyewon is the best of those friends. Nothing about your brief yet intense past seems to stick on her. She is chill around you, goofy and not at all awkward. Yuri is quite similar, though a bit more extravagant and flamboyant, which makes them the absolute gay-power couple. They just click, it’s perfect, young love.

“Reminds me of myself.” Your lips betray you.

“What?” Hyewon shouts back, over the obnoxiously loud bass of the rock band on stage.

“Ah, nothing. Just a little envious~” you respond with fake annoyance and raise your glass for a toast. Hyewon hesitates, very out of character.

“Nah, I’m not toasting your glass before you tell me what you mean,” Hyewon says and stares into your soul with her drunk, teary eyes. Maybe she is not that drunk? Maybe you can finally open up about it?

“Really, it’s nothing.”

“Nuh-uh, tell me outside.”

And with that, Hyewon walks out the front door, you in tow as your tie becomes completely undone and your shirt is a mess. Outside you do not find privacy, just a lot of strangers talking, laughing, smoking. This time you pull Hyewon further down the street next to your parked Porsche, where it’s less likely for someone to hear you.

“Now you gotta… tell me,” Hyewon babbles.

“You are drunk, you’re not gonna remember it anyways.”

“Nuh-uh,” she says again, hitting your chest with her long, painted nails. “You need to spill it now, I’ll remember. Like I remember you only asking about me and Yuri and never talking about yourself.”

She’s spot on. You never wanted to talk about it. Eunbi’s name is pain, you don’t need to make the newfound pleasure and joy in your life go away because of her. This cheating whore—she should just go away at this point.

“You remember why we met?” you carefully ask Hyewon, testing if she is capable of understanding even though she is under heavy influence.

“Yes, your girl cheated on you.”

“Guess what: I married that girl.”

“Oh,” Hyewon says and after some delay smiles brightly. “So you talked it out and things got better? That’s why you didn’t come back, right?”

“Let’s just say that,” you gulp and your hands form fists. “Some people don’t change.”

“Fuck,” Hyewon’s pointy heels hit the sidewalk hard. “I’m sorry about that. Was it a bad divorce?”

“Huh? She still lives with you? In the same house? You share the same bed?”

“I—I did not divorce her.”

“I-I did not say that!”

“But it’s true!” Hyewon steps closer and grabs your collar. “I can see it in your eyes, you can’t let go. You hate her, but you can’t throw her away, although she deserves it.”

You want to grab Hyewon’s wrist, push her to the side and run away shouting words of denial that you are stronger than this, that she is wrong, that she doesn’t get it. However, Hyewon doesn’t deserve it—even worse, she is absolutely right.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Yes,” she whispers and lets go. The two of you lean onto the Porsche in silence, watching customers of the bar pass by without worries, without hate, without defeat. The liquor has done wonders, turning a negative week positive. The same can’t be said about you. You feel exposed, utterly defeated by Hyewon’s words.

“Fuck you,” you groan, face hidden in hands. “Fuck you for being right, Hyewon.”

“Sorry, but you had to hear it,” she responds and pats your back. “You need to tear her out of your life, like a terribly written chapter in a book or like awful lyrics that you wrote while high on midnight wine and sex.

“You get me?”

“I think.”

“Good.”

The world might not be good at this moment, yet Hyewon’s reassurance, her slow pats on your shoulder, her strong posture in her stunning red dress and the loving, tipsy smile on her beaming face are enough to show you the light of a better world.

“What about you?” you suddenly ask, wiping away tears you did not weep. “Something you’re hiding or keeping down?”

Hyewon looks away, her smile filling with a hint of agony, though nothing of her stunning beauty fades.

“You got me there. It’s something that’s been bugging me for maybe half a year. I know I shouldn’t but—I can’t get away from the thought, you know?”

“I would know if you would tell me,” you say playfully. Now it’s your turn to massage her shoulder, give reassurance, though you don’t know if you have any.

“It’s just that I—

“I want to have a child—my child. I love Yuri more than anything, I will never regret choosing her and only her, but this longing… it does not go away.”

“And adopting is not an option? S-sorry if that was insensitive…”

“No, it’s fine. I just want to be pregnant and raise my child together with her. You know what, forget that. It has to remain a dream.”

Suddenly, a friend of both you and Hyewon sprints out of the bar and looks around in dramatic panic until he finds the two of you. He takes leaps towards you, almost lands face first on the concrete before catching his small frame and coming to a halt.

“Hyewon,” he gasps out in between huffs and puffs. “Yuri is—she is so full, completely—you know?”

“That girl,” Hyewon sighs.

You return home on the same night. Your chat with Hyewon sucked out all the power the liquor usually has over you. It means that you are able to think about her words and take her seriously, but you’ll also have to live with Eunbi laying next to you, smelling like foreign sweat and cum again. You could choose the couch, but you haven’t gotten around to having it replaced with a couch where it’s better to sleep on.

The moment you open the main door, you hear screams coming from the bedroom. Deja Vu, not the subtle kind, more like a fucking train running you over. You still remember the one time she did it almost two years ago where you caught her. This is basically the same. The same sounds, the same gut wrenching punch to your gut, hell, even the groans by the guy sound the same—

Could it be?

Eunbi, in her brand new bikini, rides the same fucking guy from back then while he has his disgusting, greedy hands all over her skin, spanking it and making her scream even louder.

Like a silent assassin, you sneak towards the slightly ajar bedroom door. Dimmed lights illuminate the room which is filled by the smell of sex and the repetitive sounds of skin on skin. You take out your phone and use it as a mirror to catch a glimpse of what’s happening.

“You like that, you whore?” he growls at her, smiling stupidly dazed.

“Yes, oh God! Hit my tits!”

“I swear to God, your husband must be such a faggot for not immediately fucking you in that outfit. You look like a fucking breeding cow!”

“Yes, I’m cumming!”

“He can’t make you cum!”

The guy squeezes, then twists Eunbi’s breasts as she trembles, screams and squirts to an absolutely ridiculous level, one that even pornography can ot reach. She lets herself fall forward and the guy finishes inside her after a couple of thrusts. His rancid cum leaks out from every corner of Eunbi’s loose pussy.

You almost throw up. You hurry towards the front door and hide in the back of your car. There is rage, embarrassment, pain—you can’t confront her, hell, you can’t even confront him when he leaves the house like a king, the sun slowly rising in the background.

Your mind is empty, empty to the point it’s completely clear. You wait for Eunbi to fall asleep, then collect all the camera’s you have installed and throw them in a public trash bin. Afterwards, you clean up the house, dusting off as quietly as possible while also collecting dirty clothes to wash them (there is fucking leftover cum on some of her clothes and towels).

Lastly, you lay down next to her for a second and check if she has cleaned herself properly.

This fucking whore, I—

“Honey, sorry for not making it last night,” you shout, pretending to come home at 5am. Eunbi shrieks and shoots up, still dressed in the brown bikini, still cum oozing from her cunt. She tries to hide herself underneath a blanket.

“Ba-babe, tha-that’s totally fine,” she responds nervously, looking very puzzled because of your tired yet bright smile.

“I saw you cleaned the house, it looks wonderful!” you compliment her.

“I, uhm.”

“Hey, even the washing machine is running—and did you bring out the trash already?”

“Well, I—”

“God, you look so hot in that bikini,” you lean down to her and cup her bountiful breasts. “I could devour you right now. Did you really wear it just for me?”

“I—

Eunbi hesitates, turns away for a second to look out of the window. She is thinking about it, clearly. This is where her final redemption can start, the way to salvation is to reveal all of her sin, the only way she can come back is to…

“I’m glad you noticed, babe,” she says with the fakest of smiles. “And yes, I would only wear this for you. B-but I’m not feeling it right now, you understand?”

You nod.

“I love you, Eunbi.”

You lying devil.

How did you end up here?

“Are you sure about this, Yuri?”

“Yes, do you really want this, babe?”

Yuri folds her arms and raises both her eyebrows.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Yes, I want this!”

With all doubts seemingly out of the way, the three of you make your way to the bedroom. Hyewon’s and Yuri’s apartment is small, but very cozy, the perfect place to live a relaxed, problem free life.

But they decided to get you involved. You’re a problem here. Sure, you might have helped at starting their relationship in the first place, but now you’re here for chaos.

Hyewon sinks onto the sheets first, Yuri’s fingers entangled with hers. Your fingers find the hem of Hyewon’s short dress. The angelic garment feels incredible, pure even in your hand and so you only hike it up with care, deeply in awe of what you’re about to see.

Meanwhile, Hyewon is a lot less pedantic and awestruck. She yanks Yuri closer, shortly fiddles with the button of her jeans and then quickly starts to undress her wife. The denim is quickly gone and before Hyewon can attack the white lace panties, Yuri shoves her lover's face into them.

“Use your precious tongue, honey~”

Oops, you almost started to stare for too long. Better continue your hike up Hyewon’s beautiful, bountiful legs to her holy sanctuary, covered by the same lace she so greedily licks and nibbles on. Your digits hook into the white fabric and slowly pull it down, making Hyewon melt further into Yuri’s pussy.

“You’re getting so excited, huh~?” Yuri teases and pats Hyewon’s head. The older girl nods while you start to fold her dress to finally see her wet, shaven cunt. You can smell the excitement, the arousal, the anticipation of what is about to happen to her. Now you consider yourself lucky to not have slept with anyone, which potentially avoided any and all STDs.

It lets you create trouble.

How did you end up here?

It’s two days after Hyewon officially asked you to impregnate her. Tomorrow she will ask her wife in what you can only imagine will be the most stressful talk in her entire life. Today however, is not tomorrow. Today is the day you got your STD test back. Hyewon wanted you to take it for if things go her way and Yuri actually agrees to this chaotic proposal.

To no surprise, the results are negative. After all, you haven’t touched Eunbi in forever and by the way she lets seemingly everyone cum inside her, you wouldn’t be surprised if she caught anything. In the end, that was not enough however. You needed to make sure.

A bottle of champagne, neatly placed on the living room table. You put some decorations around it. Eunbi will appear here any minute, you told her you have a surprise waiting, something that will make her speechless, breathless even.

“Hey, honey,” Eunbi announces her return, grocery bags in hands. “What is it you wanted to tell me?”

“Eunbi, I—the reason why I even took a day off is—nah, come on over! Let’s raise a glass first, shall we!”

The glasses are already filled, well prepared. Eunbi seems utterly perplexed. “Champagne in the middle of the day? Honey, what are you planning~?”

Trouble, bitch.

“Oh, yes, eat me, Hye, eat me.”

Yuri has started to tear off her t-shirt, the top underneath as well, to sit on Hyewon’s face completely naked. You on the other hand have only fished out your hard cock, which the incredible display of passion and erotic has surely made harder than ever. The straps of Hyewon’s dress have also started to fall down her shoulders. Finally, the chaos is coming together.

“The two of you are so hot,” you compliment and lean towards them.

“I know,” Yuri responds in between moans and grinds her soaking pussy more and more on Hyewon’s mouth. “Your mouth is so pretty, so go-good.”

“Hyewon, are you ready?” you ask the woman below you, her nipples peeking out from her dress, her legs spread wide and invitingly and her pussy twitching when you rub up and down her labia.

Hyewon finds her way out from in between Yuri’s thighs and rests her head back against her lover’s tight stomach. Deep breaths and eyes of absolute need signal you that yes, she is more than ready. The same goes for Yuri, who is on the one hand very fixated on rubbing and drooling all over Hyewon’s collarbone, while her eyes are focused on your cock.

“Watch him closely,” Yuri whispers. “He is going to give you our child.”

With that, you push inside of Hyewon’s awaiting pussy.

“What are we celebrating? Did you get another promotion?”

Eunbi looks genuinely curious. Strange, she hasn’t asked about your work at any previous point in time, unless it was about when you would be home. Keep the sarcasm to yourself, you don't want to spoil the actual surprise.

"Oh, sweety," you laugh with full bass. "No more promotions needed, we are set for life. Which is why I bought a new house!"

"No, you didn't!" Eunbi shouts and almost drops the glass.

"Careful, careful, don't spill it."

"Oh my God, you are crazy. Where is this house? Still in Korea or…"

You raise your glass towards her and smirk.

"I'll only tell you if you would do me the honor."

Eunbi reciprocates the smirk.

"Of course, darling."

The two of you set the glasses to your lips. Your eyes are wide open, your heart beats in an uncontrollable flurry as you watch Eunbi down the champagne quickly, almost in one go. You're quick to follow, while a new wind of fresh air fills your nostrils.

This should not feel this good.

"Ah!"

Hyewon screeches when you pierce her tight pussy open. She clings onto her wife's thighs, gripping them tightly while blurting her initial, high-pitched moans straight into the pussy above her.

"You take it so well, baby," Yuri groans and rubs Hyewon's breasts with the sweaty palms of her hands. "Squeeze him dry."

Place both hands on Hyewon’s hips and begin to slowly pump into the woman, your cock stretching her walls, filling her whole. When Yuri suddenly starts to play with the small, hidden clit above the entrance, Hyewon becomes noticebly wetter, to the point where you hear the wet sounds of her arousal. It spreads around her crotch, your crotch, her legs, your legs, the bed’s legs, until everything is a glorious mess.

“Oh, I can feel him inside you, baby,” Yuri husks as her hand roams Hyewon’s abdomen. She has gotten off her lover's face and is now gazing at it, her eyes lustful, demanding for Hyewon to be bred. “Soon, I’ll feel something else knock from inside.”

“Yu-Yuri, I’m getting close!” Hyewon screeches, her fingers wrapping around your wrists as you grip her pale body tighter and tighter as she gets tighter and tighter. “I’m about to—”

“Don’t hold back,” Yuri demands and her hand slips down to Hyewon’s clit again and rubs furiously. “I want to see you cum, cum as you finally receive this gift.”

Well, there goes the last shadow of a doubt that Yuri might have something against this crazy idea. Turns out she is even more insane than you or Hyewon. She gets off on you pounding, dominating her wife and she does the same, finally choking Hyewon’s throat gently while bringing her to a loud, splashing orgasm. From the corner of her eye, you see her urging you to not cum yet.

If she just knew how hard this is with Hyewon wringing all over your lubricated, diamond-like cock. Her pussy sucks you in, takes your breath away, yet you are able to make Yuri’s wish come true. Just close your eyes and imagine something normal is happening, a walk in the park, a nice summer breeze, the beautiful green of the leaves—

“You are so hot, baby, eat me~”

Yuri climbs on top of Hyewon’s face again, her subtle ass turned towards you as she slams her pussy on Hyewon’s panting mouth and rubs herself all over the most flushed, most perfect features to ever graze the earth. Hyewon is barely able to stick out her tongue to tickle Yuri’s clit and it’s so endearing, you just have to make it more difficult for her.

Fold Hyewon. It's as easy as folding a piece of paper. Hyewon’s feet dangle in the air, her toes curl frantically, trying to reach the ceiling to find grip, but she is helpless. At first she lost control over her body due to the mind-blowing orgasm, now it’s because Yuri and you use her as you please. Hyewon is a tool for pleasure and she couldn’t feel more pleasure.

“Your tongue, baby, put it in—ah!” Yuri’s climax was predictable. Her small frame trembles throughout, her adorable butt is right in front of you. You take a risk and fold Hyewon further, your lips now right on Yuri’s cheek. Your lick right across it. “N-not you! B-but don’t stop now!”

So you continue. Your tongue travels all over Yuri’s cheeks, an adventure almost as good as the adventure your cock takes inside Hyewon, exploring every single place inside her scorching cunt. You eventually end up in Yuri’s butt, twirling your tongue, getting her addictive taste on your tastebuds. Sadly, you’re unable to go all out on Hyewon in the meantime, so she scrapes your shoulders, probably feeling neglected. When you look down however, she opens her mouth wide and begs in the most adorable, lewd voice:

“Share?”

You drool right into the awaiting Hyewon, transferring the taste of her wife’s asshole, but it’s not enough, you need to dive into her lips and force her tongue around in her mouth. There is no other option, you need to melt into Hyewon to give her the perfect child, a child conceived under the most ridiculous, feverish and unexplainable circumstances possible.

Yuri’s nails dig in your neck.

“Enough fun. Give her your fucking cum!”

Open your eyes a final time to find Hyewon, fucked silly, sweat, tears, girl cum all over her face and hair, eyes barely open, mouth barely closed—why is she more perfect, the messier she gets? You thrust deeply a couple of times and with a final sprint, you finish the race, with Hyewon bred and Yuri rubbing her clit in a daze.

“Don’t pull out yet,” she babbles. “I need to—fuck—I need to get the plug first.”

“It needs to look like champagne, untraceable, no weird smells or anything.

“Yes, I know that that is fucking elaborate and costly, I don’t care.

“Do you want to be on the board or not? I thought so.

“We have a deal then.

“Hm? No, her death does not need to be quick.”

Infact, I want it to be as long and painful as possible.

# 20 years later #

You open the window and watch the wind splash water against the shore of Malta. This view alone is worth thirty million euros apparently—you’re inclined to agree. The blue of the ocean meets the white stones, it’s a perfect match. No matter how rough the wind comes and goes, no matter how high the sea levels may rise, these two will never betray each other.

A knock on your front door. The way she knocks is unmistakable. Ever since moving to this long forgotten, barely reachable island, you have never felt the need to hurry about anything. It’s all calm and quiet out here—you’d need to go back to Korea for your life to be busy again. But if you’d go back again, your need to see her would be too big.

You couldn’t do that to her mothers.

“Hello, dear Godfather,” the beautiful girl says with a smile and playfully bows her head.

“Hello, dear Godchild,” you return the smile and the bow. “Didn’t your mother teach you how to properly bow?”

“Which one?” she asks, not able to contain her laughter. “The one that sings or the one that sings?”

“It’s nice to see you again, Minju.”

I missed you, my daughter.

(A/N: I hope you all had a happy june/Pride month!)

#kpop smut #male reader insert #female idol smut #izone smut #girl group smut #male reader #male reader smut #hyewon smut #yuri smut #eunbi smut

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azu1as · 4 months ago

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Hi, Tin! It's me again 🙈 how about some horror romance?) I love your ghost mentor!pbss, but I propose a ghost!Tang Bo. After TB died, Cheong Myeong developed a habit of talking to himself out loud. At least, people assumed so. And after his resurrection, this habit returned after a while. It's just a quirk so what? But then the disciples start noticing strange things happening where CM is. TB follows CM, but he is a malicious ghost in essence due to his violent death and regrets, full of resentment and looks far from friendly. CM is not bothered and communicates without problems, but more and more people start seeing his ghostly companion and they are terrified

Madlen, hello 💖 !! I'm so sorry this took me forever to get to ily ANYWAY I'm gonna go crazy!!!! YOU'RE SO BIG BRAIN FOR THIS.

Everyone thinks nothing of Chung Myung's offhanded mutterings and random bouts of laughter at times.

They think the malicious aura around him is just something that Chung Myung carries, but little did they know...

»—————————–✄

No one sees the monster until an ancient artifact finds its way into the Mount Hua Sect.

As thanks for saving their town from the demon cult members that attempted to pillage them, the village leader offered Mount Hua one of their village's well-kept relics that they found no use for anymore since there was no one in town who had any spiritual energy for it to resonate with.

It was an ancient artifact that revealed malicious demons and tainted creatures within its zone, allowing the holders to easily eradicate them and remove the plaguing monsters.

Baek Cheon did not think too much of it when they accepted the gift. He didn't know there would be any reason to use it anytime soon but still received the artifact with grace and gratitude.

However, he's proven wrong.

He returns to the sect alongside Jo Gul and Yu Iseol who accompanied him during the short mission and arrives around the tail-end of dinner time. Instead of proceeding to the Sect Leader's Office as should be proper, they first head over to grab a quick meal due to the loud rumbling from Jo Gul's stomach. The Sect Leader would understand.

((He'd also be scolded by Hyun Young if he withheld food from the children escpecially after a mission, but Baek Cheon digresses.))

They arrive at the mess hall with the artifact in tow to a splattering of greetings and congratulations. There were only a few disciples left; the others already turned in for the night.

Just as they were about to sit down, they felt pinpricks of inexplicable terror pierce them. They abruptly turned towards the entrance, swords pulled out and pointed.

Chung Myung enters. He's not alone.

Primal fear was the only way to describe what they were feeling as they made eye contact with the...thing...behind their youngest martial brother.

Its body was shaped like a human, but there was something distinctly off about it. If they had to describe it, it was as if the creature—because what else could you call it—molded itself into what it considered was the appearance of a human.

Its face and neck were a tad bit too long. Its shoulders were too wide and too sharp at the edges. You couldn't see its feet over the dark fog surrounding its steps and its hands were closer to claws as they held Chung Myung's body against it possessively.

Baek Cheon reflexively took a step back when the creature's eyes turned toward his. Instead of white, the creature's sclera was pitch black with the tiniest pinprick of red denoting its pupil.

Its head suddenly snapped at a 90-degree angle. It triggered every sense of preservation the disciples had.

It observed them. Its pinprick red eyes swept across the cold-sweating disciples who stared at the unfamiliar monster with wide eyes.

Y̴̧̳̯̮̰͖͈ͧͅó̴̡͍̱̳̰͖͓̙̬͙̞̬͋ͨ͌̒̑͗̊̽̑͊̃͟ṵ͇̤̤ͨ͑̐̀̋͟ c̴̶̣̪͖̫͕̖̖͔̘͊ͭͣ̃ͥ͐́̈̃͊̑ͫ̈̊ͣ̇͆̇̈̎͘͟ą̷̶̡̧̛̛̱͉̖͍̫̣͉̳̰͔̟͓̒̏̂ͫ̒ͥͣ̌ͣ̊ͤͬ̐̀ͮ̈̚͢͞͠͞ņ̸̸̸̲͎̻̝̞͚̻̭̜͚͚̝̃̔̓ͫͯ͒̈��̹̝̟̥͗̀̆ͩͤ̆ͩ̊͗͘͜͠ s͎͔̲̠̬̺͙̰̋͋͊̇͌̓ͮ̅͊ͧ̂̾͢͝e̵̴̷̙̩̱̬̫̙̺̖̻͕̥̿̀̽̃̍̀ͩͤͫ̀̿͆̑̒̐̔ͧ̂ͫ̽͢͢͠͝ȅ̶̷̷̘͙̻̣̮̠̱̪̠ͭ̂̒͐̎̇̀̊̽͟ͅ m̵̢̗̻̥͙͕͓̑̇̊ͧ̽ͬ̈́ͯͭ̾̄̀͘͟͠é͕̘̥̮̜̘̠͙̟̺͗̍ͩͥ̊̏ͥ̊̓̈̔ͬ̽͋͋̊̊͜͡_̨̢͔͓̼̿͋̌̿̆̕?̶̡̥͔͕͍͙̭͉̭̲̽͊̔̾ͯͭ͢

Primal fear. That was the only way Baek Cheon could explain what he was feeling. The dark, resentful fog that drifted around the creature's feet rose, surrounding both it and Chung Myung.

He had to get their sajil away from the creature, he thought to himself.

RUNRUNRUN, his brain screamed at him.

A wide-eyed Yu Iseol made the first move.

Operating on pure force driven by the desire to protect rather than being consumed by fear, she swung her blade directly at the monster. Teeth gritting and going against their body's instinct, Baek Cheon and Jo Gul quickly followed suit.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

They're all thrown back harshly. Chung Myung had his sword out, his body moving to stand directly in front of the monster.

Chung Myung was shielding the monster from them.

Contrasting the manic look in his eyes, he calmly asked them, "What do you think you're trying to do?"

Behind them, they could see the monster's sinister wide grin as it sank its claws deeper.

#is it actually tang bo or not? i'll leave that up to your interpretation 🤣#alternatively the first time they see monster!tang bo is during the fight with tang gunak where chung myung gets injured #they watch as a stormcloud of resentful energy sweeps through the tang estate and how it formed a protective shell around chung myung #maybe as it formed a shell it shoots out several poisonous spikes that cause all the tang members who get hit considerable damage #in this version i think the disciples would be terrified of monster!tang bo and his strange obsession with killing chung myung's enemies #but at the same time see it as a sort of twisted 'guardian angel'#rambled again whoops HAHHAHAHA #tangcheong #chung myung #tang bo #rotmhs #rotbb #return of the blossoming blade #return of the mount hua sect #tin writes #my ask hole #w-s-kibela #f

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shoshiwrites · 4 months ago

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In which I said “there’s no way I could make Jo and Stalag Bucky truly cross paths other than postwar but a bitch does wonder for the vibes” and then proceeded to take it totally seriously. Enabled by: @floydmtalbert, @basilone, @mercurygray

@junojelli, @upontherisers, and @rosies-riveters. (Seriously, most of this is direct quotes.)

My apologies for the time skips, but it’s just the way the brainstorming cookie crumbled. For those of you unfamiliar with Jo, 1. I'm sorry 2. More here! Bucky Egan/War correspondent OC

→ Jo’s even more restless in this version, and doing some very stupid things. Namely, getting herself in Buck’s fort for the Bremen raid. → (Why would you do that, Jo? Well.) → Bucky’s been wearing his heart on his sleeve — much more obvious, with regards to her, and she doesn’t want him to be a rebound. Maybe said something in an unguarded moment that sounded a lot like love, and she’s not ready to let herself be loved like that. Maybe a sleepy mumble into her hair. It just slipped out. → So she’s really running away. → Easier to fling herself up into a plane, clearly. → And maybe people are doubting her previous stories. Some pencil-chewing prick in the London office telling her the folks back home need to feel more of what our brave boys are doing in the sky to stick it to the Germans. Maybe Jo’s trying to record à la Ed Murrow, so they can broadcast it over the radio later. Maybe the original thought is a milk run, and she pushes for a mission over Germany. A milk run could turn into something else, but she knows it needs to be something bigger for a chance at a harder-hitting story. Tells them that if they want to know “what it’s really like,” they’ll send her on a different mission. → Kay would be furious but also ! at the story and good thing Jo doesn’t quite tell her. → The way she's trying to prove to herself that she has nothing tying her down. Benny’s not about this at all. Buck: "Come on then. Before I find you mid-flight in a place you shouldn't be." He’s practical like that. → If she hadn’t been up before she would not be getting the time of day. And Buck's not about to let her fly with anyone else. He sighs, just the tiniest bit. Gestures, like, well, come on then. "At least you know the risk." Benny's little "last chance to go to London, Jo. tell Buck to scrub this flight." Later — "Going to tell home about this, Jo?" (he’s shouting a little, gesturing at the amount of enemy fighters).

→ So Our Baby goes down. → "John is going to kill us" — Buck’s first words when he sees Jo. To be fair to him, Jo is alive. Which is Benny’s argument. “She’s not dead, Buck, I think we did okay??” Buck just shakes his head. → So Bucky’s in that phone booth. Unaware that Buck went down but also that Jo was even there. Red only tells him about Buck. Because the people who know he should be told about Jo are not anywhere near a phone. → He heads back to Thorpe Abbotts. Red is fuming about a reporter crashing with them. They’ve got the worst discipline, they’re not hitting their targets, and now they’ve gone and killed a reporter, and a woman reporter to boot. There’s no good way to sell that to the homefront. Red and Harding and maybe Kidd are having a bitch session in an office. Bucky goes up to the door, to tell them he’s back, and overhears. “What a goddamn mess. That reporter — she was on the goddamn plane too. Brown, was it?” Bucky, in the doorway, on the edge of the fucking darkness: “Brandt.” → Because he wouldn’t know what to do with himself beside get in the plane, right. → Like maybe no one saw any chutes. Maybe she’s reported missing presumed killed. → And let’s not pretend Harding would be able to keep him off the roster, Major Rear Backup Observation Pilot, who is definitely not in the rear or backup or observing. He'd assign himself another made-up role just to get on the next plane if he had to. → I’m even sorrier to Brady than to Bucky and Buck in this whole thing actually. Jo owes him drinks for the rest of his life. He wanted a passenger princess who could be trusted with the aux cord, and instead he got Bucky.

→ So Bucky’s lying on the ground in the forest thinking he doesn’t mind if he dies right there. → We see a man ten miles from the end of his rope and we drag him further away. → Jo seeing him again, seeing him all bloody and bruised. Maybe this is the processing camp and they see each other in the corridor — he’s coming in, she’s being taken somewhere else. The double-take. The recognition. Both of them fighting the guards to try to get to each other. In her jacket that’s too big for her and her hair messed. → I don’t know how this works from an intelligence standpoint shh I know it doesn’t but her using those few moments to tell him Buck’s alive. Just the quietest whisper, if she can manage to get that close to him, trying to hide it with a cough. → So he knows they’re both alive now. Can’t get that info out of him if he already knows. So all you get is John Egan, Major, fuck you very much. → I know it doesn’t really have lasting potential because she wouldn't really stay with them in the stalag (like any of this is really plausible lmao) but if I want her to then, well, it's my AU. Like, maybe she’s with them in the stalag for a little while, while the Germans figure out what to do with her/negotiate some kind of prisoner swap with the allies. They've never had this happen before. They’re wary because she’s a reporter — about keeping her but also about letting her go. She could get swapped home after the processing, or some time in the stalag if we’re going for something longer. → So there’s a version where he sees her first when he arrives at SLIII, standing back from the crowd or back at the hut. → The embrace though. He's never held on tighter. Her toes are scraping the floor. → He’d absolutely brawl if he sees her being flanked by soldiers being taken out of the camp by herself later on. Maybe she gets out on one of the Swiss Red Cross visits.

→ Also. The issues this causes between Bucky and Gale. Very chewy. Gale letting her. Not telling Bucky he is letting her. Bucky's "wouldn't flat out stop her from doing stupid shit because he also does stupid shit and also knows she's her own person" vs. Bucky’s "why didn't you stop her, Buck.” → Gale knows what running away looks like. And he knows she won't stop until she realizes some things. This will make her realize faster. IT SURE WILL, GALE. → This is the dumbest thing Jo has done in any universe in a very long time and I’m processing but also living for it tbh. → Benny, probably: can I interest you all in talking about how you fucking feel. → Buck and Jo at the same time: shut up. → Benny’s bailing half to get away from them lbr here. Composing a letter to Kay in his head about this. → I have a hard time believing that Bucky would hold onto this toooo much once he's in SLIII and they're all alive but also. Like the relief is there but so is the "why didn't you tell me what the fuck.” And Gale is very…easy about it. “She wanted to, John." (If you have to argue take it up with Miss Wanted To, John.) “Maybe you need to hear her out." → The unspoken "maybe you need to actually say things" at Jo (even though she's not here for this conversation). Which he’s made pretty clear — maybe no in so many words, but his "I hope you had the right reasons to fly with us" is loud. Jo: wow must be a coincidence that I feel nauseous rn it’s definitely not Buck’s tone. → Speaking of Benny’s “leave me the fuck out of this” — Brady. He’s sinking down next to Benny, holding his head like it’s about to explode. "He wanted to go down with the plane, Ben.” (Benny, not paid enough for ANY of this.) → Jo this is an awful lot of trouble to cause because of your situationship. → Benny's commiserating. telling Brady they will get a very strong drink when they get out of here. And Jo is buying. → Once again, Jo, drinks are on you for the rest of forever. → Uhhh that’s all, folks! → For now.

#i need...to go put in some laundry #mota oc #bucky egan x oc #john egan x oc #motaverse #jo's tag #tumblr made me put in spaces because i apparently i talk too much #the formatting i had to do on the tags is hurting my heart #anyway. sliding this post across the table before i can change my mind

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nicholasluvbot · 2 years ago

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&team - their love languages

pairing: bf!&team x gn!reader

genre: lots and lots of fluff, established relationships.

warnings: kissing, mentions of food (lmk if I missed anything)

an: first post! hope you like it. this post might not be 100% accurate as I'm still getting to know the members.

masterlist

☁️ ej

laughs at your jokes no matter how humorless they are. showers you with love and attention. he loves spending quality time with you especially putting Legos together. this man is SO in love with you. gets you flowers just because. looks at you with puppy eyes because that's how much he adores you. and sometimes just admires you from across the room thinking how lucky he is to have you in his life.

☁️ fuma

compliments you all the time. he wants you to know how much you mean to him. lets you do anything because he is so whipped for you. slow dancing in the kitchen at 3 am, he loves that. kisses your temple and murmurs 'I love you' before going to sleep every night. looks at you with heart eyes. constantly gets you gifts. you tell him that he doesn't have to but he does anyway. and he puts so much love and effort in your relationship how could you not fall in love with him.

☁️ k

cheek kisses, he lives for them. randomly kisses your cheek whenever you're close to him and makes you blush whilst blushing himself. loves taking late night walks with you on the beach. it's just you and him in silence. maintains eye contact during deep convos. teases you alot but also admires you and everything about you. loves all the things you love. hugging you makes him forget about his surroundings and all his worries suddenly vanish. he's in love with you. and vice versa.

☁️ nicholas

his love language is teasing you. you two are constantly play fighting. loves tickles that turn into pillow fights. talks about you to his friends and tells everyone how wonderful you are. you exist? he's gonna tell his parents and his sister how fantastic and gorgeous you are and tells them how much your existence means to him. gives you long hugs and backrubs after an exhausting day. matching outfits. and he also loves it when you wear his clothes and tells you to keep them. istg you two would be THAT couple.

☁️ yuma

loves cuddling on rainy nights, wrapped in a blanket, watching your favorite movie. also loves it when you're playing with his hair, it makes him feel at peace. plus he's so gentle when it comes to you. wakes you up with soft kisses all over your face and that is such a wonderful way to start a day. you find it impossible to be in a bad mood when you're around him cause he's always making you laugh and loves seeing you smile. loves taking silly pictures of you and using them as his wallpaper. he's just so soft for you :(

☁️ jo

extremely soft for you. will do anything when it comes to you. gives you piggy back rides. he's usually just very shy around you and he's blushing at the tiniest contact between you two and tbh you find that adorable. tries to teach you how to play basketball but instead you two end up making out on the basketball court. loves holding hands. has an entire folder in his phone dedicated to random pics of you. asks you about your day. loves cuddles. he's so cute and you're just so in love with him. he is too.

☁️ harua

loves taking cute pics of you together and looks at them when he misses you. loves listening to you talk about your day. will randomly tuck your hair behind your ear making you blush hard. back hugs!! this boy is in love with you and he doesn't know how to say it so he's just going to show you. loves it when you kiss his cheek. wants to hold hands 25/8. clingy when he's alone with you. and you love this side of him. like no one can resist him he's so adorable.

☁️ taki

matching accessories. you two have matching rings and bracelets and chains. takes you on cute dates. wants to be with you all the time. is looking for excuses to kiss you or hug you. loves to tease you and you two have a lot of inside jokes. like someone says something random, and you two just burst out laughing on making eye contact. makes playlists of songs that remind him of you. is constantly texting asking things like 'have you eaten?' or 'make sure to stay hydrated'. he's so cute istg.

☁️ maki

gives you cute nicknames which are also very weird. cooks for you when you're feeling down. he will not hesitate to spoon feed you if you ask him to. gives you shoulder massages. back hugs are his favorite. saves you a seat everytime. he's so whipped for you. loves it when you kiss his dimples. thinks that every second he spends without you is a waste.

#&team #&team imagines #&team nicholas #kpop ff #kpop #&team k #&team maki #&team harua #&team fluff #&team taki #&team fuma #&team jo #&team ej #&team yuma #&team scenarios

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joelswritingmistress · 5 months ago

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Oh Captain, My Captain: Chapter 11

Joel Miller x f!reader

After a few more tours on board The Mist of the Sea, you and Joel head hand-in-hand back onto dry land. You bump into a family member and aren't sure what they are going to think.

You were beginning to memorize the coastal tour of the island by the time you took your third and fourth rides that evening. Being a “stowaway” on Joel’s boat was something you wouldn’t soon get sick of. It was a charming, relaxing ride and you could see why he didn’t mind giving the tours for eight to ten hours a day.

At the end of the second ride, and the final one of the day near sunset, you snuck in a few stray moments of alone time on the upper deck before gleefully letting Joel whisk you off the vessel and onto the dock. Hand-in-hand you giggled, kissed and walked down the little pier feeling lighter than air.

Mid-laughter, you stopped and stared at a woman straight ahead on a bench outside of a little ice cream shop near your end of the road. She was carefully digging away at a cup of chocolate chip with her spoon and adjusted her big sunglasses. Even without seeing her eyes, you knew hers were locked on yours and then she gave the tiniest grin. Aunt Jo.

Joel leaned into you, unaware of the sudden change in your posture, and began kissing down your jawline with a grin. When you didn’t immediately reciprocate he pulled back with a half-smile.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, squeezing your fingers with his own.

You turned to him, mouth partially hung open, and felt your stomach knot up when Aunt Jo began her flip-flopped walk in your direction. Joel turned as she approached, not recognizing her from the boat ride she’d taken a few days before; though clearly he could see that the two of you knew each other.

“Hey, Aunt Jo.” You tried to smile, not knowing what would come next as all confidence drained from your voice and body, alike.

“Hey sweetie.”

“Is, uh, is my mom-”

“She’s down at the beach with your father,” Aunt Jo used her thumb to motion over her shoulder and then scooped herself out another bite of ice cream.

“Hi, I’m Joel.” He held a hand out in front of him and you cleared your throat.

“Sorry, yeah, um..” You motioned back and forth between the two of them, “Joel, this is my Aunt Jo. Aunt Jo, this is Joel.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Joel.” Aunt Jo returned the gesture and lifted her sunglasses so they sat above her forehead.

“Do, uh.. do you two need a minute?” Joel asked, picking up on the semi-awkward interaction.

Aunt Jo began to swat her hand and shake her head, but you simply said, “Yes, please.” You held up a finger and smiled at him, “Just a second.”

Joel half-smirked and gave a nod, “I can go get us some ice cream if you’d like.”

You nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“The chocolate-chip is to die for,” Aunt Jo told him, raising her half-empty cup.

“That sounds good to me,” Joel agreed, still grinning. He looked at you, “Two?”

“Sure.” You nodded again, and when Joel wandered toward the ice cream shop you gave Aunt Jo your full attention. “Okay, um..”

“Don’t worry,” your aunt said, putting her free hand up in the air, “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Well, I mean, it’s not exactly a secret.”

“So, why do you look so nervous?” Aunt Jo continued to tease you a bit, “I knew you didn’t have any interest in Rafe.”

“I just.. I don’t know what everyone’s going to say about me and Joel. So, I’m working on how to tell them. Cameron and Maggie already know,” you explained, referencing your siblings.

Aunt Jo looked over her shoulder and lowered her voice, “Are you sleeping with him?” She muffled the word ‘sleeping’ a bit and it made you both chuckle.

You sucked your teeth and then looked away with a grin. You looked back at Aunt Jo with another little laugh and shrugged.

“What’s his last name?” she went on, smirking as she indulged in your love life and her ice cream at the same time.

“Miller.” You swooned just saying his name, “He lives right up there.” You motioned to the overhanging balcony that was barely visibly up on the rock cliff that was surrounded by trees.”

“Shut up!” She squinted and shaded her eyes, tossing her side-swept bangs to the side. “(Y/N)!”

“I know, I know..” You giggled, “I..” You sighed now and took a deep breath.

“I’m jealous,” Aunt Jo teased again, sending the two of you into another giggle fit. “How old is he? He’s got to be in his early 30’s.”

“Something like that,” you agreed, looking to the side again.

“Wow.” Aunt Jo popped another scoop of chocolate-chip into her mouth and let it all sink in, “So, what’s the deal? Does he know you’re leaving at the end of the week?”

You felt yourself deflate a bit, “Yeah, he knows. But.. I mean, maybe I could stay a few extra days or something.”

Aunt Jo studied your posture, looking you up and down. “You’ve never had these butterflies for a guy before. Not even David.” She wiggled her eyebrows, referencing your first real boyfriend from high school. It made you snicker and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I don’t know. It sucks that he lives so far away.”

“Are you looking for something beyond this week? I mean really.. Are you?”

You shrugged, “Ideally.. Yes.”

“Does he?” She toyed with her bangs again and you nodded. Aunt Jo looked over her shoulder and whispered, “Oh, here he comes, here he comes. Act like we’re talking about something else.”

You laughed and she smiled wide with a wink.

“You’re not going to tell anyone yet, right?” You whispered, prompting Aunt Jo to zip her lip with her fingers. “Thank you,” you added quietly.

“Two cups of chocolate-chip,” Joel greeted, handing you one of them, “Thanks to the recommendation from Aunt Jo.”

“My reviews will never let you down,” Aunt Jo told him. She took her final bite and scraped the bottom of the cup for some stray chips, “Well, you two have fun. I have to get back for happy hour with Uncle Mark. I swear I married Jimmy Buffet.” She leaned in to give you a hug, whispering, “He’s handsome,” in your ear.

“I know,” you whispered back.

Aunt Jo waved a goodbye upon exchanging “Nice to meet you’s” with Joel.

Phew. You took a deep breath and allowed Joel to tow you to the bench that your aunt had been sitting on.

“You okay?” He asked, nudging you with his elbow.

You nodded, feeling lighter than air after your conversation with Aunt Jo.

“Your aunt seems nice,” Joel said.

“She’s the best,” you agreed, taking a bite.

“What, uh.. What did she have to say?”

You knew what Joel was getting at. What did Aunt Jo have to say about the two of you, or about him.

“She said she was jealous,” you said with a little giggle, making Joel chuckle. “No, really, she’s.. Cool.”

“Will your parents feel that way?” Joel didn’t look at you as he said that. Rather, he circled the top of the ice cream cup with the tip of his spoon.

“Well, they’ll be next to find out.” You stared at him until he looked back at you before you leaned in and kissed him once on the lips. “I’m not trying to keep this a secret. It’s just happened really fast-”

“I know,” Joel interrupted, “I get it.” He half-smiled again and toyed with your hair. You shared another short series of kisses.

“I don’t want to leave at the end of the week,” you told him, leaning a head on his shoulder. Joel put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him.

“You could always.. stay.. for a bit.” He looked over at you.

“Eventually I’ll have to go home.”

“Yeah.” Joel sighed.

The two of you sat in silence for a minute or two before you finally turned to him again.

“We probably shouldn’t spend our time sulking.” You grinned up, continuing to lean against him. “Let’s do something.”

Joel scooped a bite of his ice cream and slipped it into your mouth. “Want to see a secret spot out on the water?”

“A secret spot?” You smiled wider, making him chuckle.

“That is, if you’re not sick of being on the water by now.”

You shook your head. Anywhere Joel was is where you wanted to be. Being secluded on the water with him felt like a little slice of heaven.

“When do we leave?” You asked him.

“Dusk.” Joel squinted his eyes, attempting to sound mysterious.

“Ooo, sneaky.” You took another bite of your ice cream and stared out at the setting sun just above the horizon. “That’s like.. an hour from now.”

“Yep.”

“Do you, uh, do you need to take a shower?” You asked him.

Joel lifted the front of his shirt to his nose. “Do I smell like salt water?”

You giggled and shook your head, “No. I just thought maybe I could convince you to take one with me. You know, kill a little time before the sun sets.”

He laughed out loud and his lips twisted into a smirk. You stared back at him from a few inches away, fighting off a smile that eventually turned into a laugh.

“So?” You asked, standing and reaching for his hand as you tossed your empty ice cream cup into the trash can nearby.

The little tug you gave his hand pulled Joel to his feet. “So..” He chuckled as you pulled him away from the ice cream shop and up the semi-hidden staircase between the trees to his house.

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leifygreeens · 1 year ago

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could you write something about your first kisses with the bachelor/ettes? I feel like you're the only blog who characterizes them well ugh

Hey, anon. Sorry for disappearing on you, that’s my bad. I hope this is worth the wait.

If you're looking for other people who know how to write people like they're people, @maylilithreign, @snailmail444, @babiebom, and @junicult are all great, and I can’t recommend them enough. (Minors do not follow/interact with Jo or Libby, and Bom and Snail don’t want any kiddos interacting with their NSFW stuff, so don’t do that either. Be nice and respect everyone's boundaries.)

Warnings: Cursing (my fault), a little bit of dialogue, and some suggestive moments (also my fault). Enjoy <3

Sam

Out of all of the bachelors, he’s the most nervous

Which is ironic, given the “jump-head-first-into-things-with-no-care-for-my-personal-safety” vibe he’s got going on, but whatever

He refuses to touch you, at first—but not because he doesn’t want to

Sam is an extremely tactile person, so of course he wants to touch you—but he also knows he can be a bit much sometimes, and he doesn’t want to chase you off with his greed or his enthusiasm

So he goes for soft, gentle, and perfectly pliant under your touch as you pull him in

It’s honestly a little jarring, because he seems the type to get desperate (true) and not be able to control himself (also very true)

But this boy is exercising an immense amount of self control to not jump headfirst into getting heavy and fast and yanking on clothes too hard

He does a good job keeping himself contained atta boy, buddy

He thought that once he’d finally gotten a taste of you, maybe he’d finally be able to think about literally anything else

Unfortunately, he would be incorrect

And now that he has experienced it, he’s overwhelmed and dizzy with his want

He keeps his eyes closed and basks in it for at least five seconds after you pull away

He is absolutely heaving, wrecked just from the tiniest chaste press of your lips against his

He’s been waiting for you to do that for weeks

His eyes flutter open slowly, and then his gaze flicks up to you

Licks his lips as he tracks his eyes down your torso and back up

His palm is warm against the back of your neck as he pulls you down for seconds

And yeah, this is more like how you thought it’d be

Does not stop pulling you against him, even though you physically couldn’t get any closer if you tried

Your shirt gets rucked up to your waist untintentionally, because he keeps gripping you and yanking you closer

But the moment he feels your bare skin against his palms, he’s flinging himself backward

Blinks up at you with bright pink cheeks and his hands twitching against your waist

Swallows hard and clenches his jaw

He knows he should let go but he really doesn’t want to

If you lean back in, he drags his hands up slowly, and traces the line of your spine with his fingertips

I’ll stop there lol

Sebastian

This boy. Jesus.

He’s got next to no experience, let’s just get that out of the way now

Is immediately overwhelmed, even before you kiss him

Just the feeling of your palms warm on his jaw as you angle him just so is enough to have him trembling

Stares at your lips through half-lidded eyes until you finally finish closing the distance

Shivers at the slightest brush of your lips against his

He gasps high and can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed by it

Grabs onto your hips for dear life

He is immensely glad that you decided to kiss him while he was leaning on his bike, because otherwise he would have collapsed at your feet he might collapse anyway

Lord help him if you try to deepen the kiss though

If you do, he might actually pass out

Similarly to Sam, he’s going to get desperate after a minute, but he’ll hold himself back

He’ll have way less success with it than Sam, though

Sebastian definitely holds you a little too tight, and doesn’t give you enough space or time to breathe between kisses

Even if you don’t touch him beyond holding his face, when you pull away, he looks absolutely debauched

Like you could’ve sworn your hands were never in his hair but somehow it’s still ruffled?

Nevermind his hoodie sitting askew on his shoulders and giving a considerable peak at his collarbones

Honestly you don’t know how he managed to do all that, but don’t bother asking him because he is not able to think straight at all

His eyes are hardly open, blinking slowly and zoned absolutely the fuck out while he tries to catch his breath

Homeboy is straight up panting

“Breathe, Seb.”

Whines out a “no” all petulantly, pulls you flush against his chest, and dives in again

Alex

Homeboy spent weeks fantasizing about kissing you before he finally worked up the courage

He wants your first kiss to be special, like something straight off the movie screen

But he’s constantly second guessing himself, convinced that no moment is perfect enough to cut it

He’s hoping that the moment will come when you’re on a date or something, and he’s planning romantic shit left and right with the hopes that something will click and that’ll be it

He’s dropping you off at home after another date, and another failed attempt

He walks down your porch and turns around briefly to make sure you get inside safely

You’re watching him go, a knowing smile on your face as you reach for the handle

“Goodnight, Alex. Get home safe.”

You lick your lips, and turn to go inside

That’s what does it. Because of course it is.

The urge, the determination, the sudden desire thick and pooling in his chest that he’s never felt before—he knows without a doubt that if he doesn’t kiss you right now, he’s going to cry

Fuck perfection, fuck the moment, he just wants to kiss you

Practically stomps up your front steps, breath heaving in his chest as he reaches out and pulls you right against him with a hand on your jaw

Angling you just so, and leaning in to seal your lips together

He breathes a sigh of relief

Finally.

Something like satisfaction settles in his chest, warm like honey dripping into a mug of tea

His touch is firm on your jaw, keeping you perfectly angled for him to kiss you how he wants

You hold onto his arms for dear life, anchoring yourself to him as he kisses you so eagerly that your back actually hits your front door

It doesn’t hurt, but that makes you gasp into his mouth, and oof that sound is dangerous for his sanity

Isn’t really rough about it, but he is firm

Hisses a curse or two between kisses, licks his lips a lot because he can’t get enough

Bringing your hands up around his shoulders, you tangle your fingertips in the short cropped hair on his nape

You run your fingernails over his skin lightly, and he shivers hard

Practically pins you against the door in his effort to get closer

He accidentally presses too close, and the tiniest noise rumbles against his lips from the back of your throat

He knows what that sound means immediately, and alarm bells go off in his head

Tears himself away from you and pants for breath

Drops his forehead against your shoulder and props himself up against the door instead of holding you

“Alex?”

God, your voice is all hoarse from kissing him and it’s putting dangerous thoughts in his head

“I should go home. Before I…”

You agree, but he doesn’t move away

Your eyes flick down to his lips for a split second, and that’s enough

Just one more, he tells himself, and then you’re swapping the air in your lungs again

With one hand spread against the mahogany and the other gripping your hip, he gives you a few more than just the one

Elliott

Same dilemma as Alex

Wants it to be special, dramatic, memorable, heart-stopping, all the things

And he tries

He tries so hard

And it almost works.

God dammit, his picnic by the pond next to Marnie’s almost works

The moment is perfect, you’re smiling up at him with the breeze blowing in your hair and the sun in your smile

Until the sun is suddenly gone and the wind picks up into a howl

In almost no time at all a storm cracks the sky open and you two get absolutely drenched

You run to your farmhouse, practically soaked through as you make it to the safety of your porch awning

The picnic is ruined, and he’s super disappointed because he was so close

Then he looks at you, and he’s never seen such a beautiful sight

Hair glued to your face from the rain, with a wild grin on your face and your laughter chiming like bells in his ears

He drops the picnic blanket heavy with rain water across the top of your porch bench to dry, and sets the basket down

He needs his hands free if he wants to do this right

He’s stepping towards you, shivering from the rain sticking to his skin

And we all know Elliott is a romantic at heart

Wipes the rain off your cheeks as best he can, all while he smiles softly at you

“May I kiss you?”

You nod quickly, immediately hooking your hands on the lapels of his jacket and hanging on

Kisses you gentle and slow

Cradles the back of your head and neck like you’re made of glass

It isn’t a particularly long kiss—maybe a few seconds at most

Breathes quietly against your lips when you part

Looks at you for a few long moments with all the love in his heart, and doesn’t plan on kissing you twice until you’re glancing at his lips again

Elliott brings his hands to your shoulder blades and presses you close to his chest

But he can’t get close enough

Drags his hands down to your waist and grips you tight

You squeak against his mouth when he does, and that’s when he loses his composure

Starts kissing you a little more firmly, tries deepening the kiss a bit

Shivers and gasps when your fingers tangle into his hair, still stringy and wet from the rain

And he doesn’t stop shivering

You pull away, feeling his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, and then you giggle because his teeth have started chattering

“Cold?”

“Extremely.”

You invite him inside to dry off and warm up

He may or may not kiss you again.

Shane

You’d think your first kiss would be nervous and awkward—no.

Shane holds himself back for at least a few weeks into your relationship, worried out of his mind that one wrong move is gonna shatter everything for you two

So once he’s confident and knows for certain that he’s what you want,

He’s not holding back for shit

Homeboy physically can’t stand the tension anymore anyway, especially with how often he catches you staring at him—at his lips

Pulls you in by the back of your neck and keeps his hand there to hold you close

Even when he pulls away to let you catch your breath, it’s barely enough because you’re still gasping into each other’s mouths

He literally does not let you go more than an inch or two

Your lips are 100% flushed and tingling from how much he nips at them

His other hand is firm on your waist and he does not let you go unless you ask him to

Struggles to choose between looking into your eyes or staring at your lips any time you part

So he does both

His hair is usually a little scruffy looking, but something about a kiss like that has him looking particularly disheveled

Shiny pink lips, bruised and angry red from how hard he’s pressing into you

Eyebrows pinched together and it almost makes him look angry

His hoodie is probably pulling at his shoulders a bit because somehow you managed to push it down his arms

Presses his thumb against the pulse point beneath your jaw, just to make sure he’s not the only one who’s losing it

And he struggles to keep it together when he feels your heart thumping wildly in your throat

Recognizes which direction you’re both going and starts switching to chaste pecks

Rests his forehead against yours as you both calm back down

Gets a little teary while looking at you, and huffs a wet laugh too

He’s so happy with you, and doesn’t know how he got so lucky

Harvey

Softest fucking kiss you’ve ever been given in your entire life

Your noses bump together a little before he’s diving in close

Holds you so delicately, because you’re so precious to him

Gives you a few test pecks before he actually goes for it, and breathes in heavily through his nose when he does

It’s the kind of kiss that has you pulling on each other to get as close as possible

He holds the back of your neck like Shane, but he’s much more gentle about it

Will let you pull away however many times you want, but chases after you every time

His eyes are all hazy and he physically cannot stop looking at your mouth

With one hand on your waist, Harvey will dip his thumb under the hem of your shirt and rub back and forth over your skin

You’ve never seen him as focused as he is when he’s kissing you

Doesn’t move to take the kiss deeper, and doesn’t use tongue—but he doesn’t need to

Just the insistent press of lips is enough to get his point across

If his glasses get pushed up or clink against your face, he’ll pull back to take them off and set them down

The tension is kind of overwhelming

Every time he tries to restrain himself or exhibit self control, it only takes one look at your big eyes blinking at him with a flush on your cheeks and he’s getting right back up in your business

You’ve never heard him curse so openly before, but trying to control himself is nearing painful

Dives in, pauses a centimeter away, swears viciously because he’s failing miserably at controlling himself, and then he’s giving up entirely

Couldn’t resist you even if he wanted to

You’ll have to be the one to put an end to it because Harvey cannot

Don’t call his name while he’s like this though because then he won’t give you a moment to speak again

#stardew valley #sdv #harvey #sebby #sammy #elliott #shane #alex #asks #anon #requests #i'm gonna save the bachelorettes for later lol #hope you enjoy <3 #as always reblogs are appreciated #and please make sure to give the other blogs I mentioned some love too!#they're all wonderful #and super kind too #long post

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neukdaez · 1 year ago

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heyy, how do you think &team legal line would react to you wearing something sexy like a skirt with long socks or a lingerie-esque top as an outfit? i think at least one of them like k fuma or nicholas would bend you over... could you write this with afab reader if you're comfortable with it?

k would get soooo cocky like in a sense he feels a sense of pride when you go out in something sexy because he gets to flaunt that you're his partner. goes out of his way to have his hands on you at all times so everyone can see who you belong to. slaps your ass when no one's looking heh

fuma is similar to k but he's much more protective and will subtly stare down anyone who gapes at you. also a handsy one and will not shy away from squeezing your ass in public if you're wearing a short skirt or will let his hand linger near your chest if it's the top 🏃🏻‍♀️

nicholas gets so hard so fast he has to fuck you twice before you get out of the door. and then once he's done he tells you to wear your soiled underwear, kind of like a sick little inside joke between you that you're literally walking around with the evidence of how hard he fucked you.

euijoo also gets hard but tries to hide it. gets so needy so he rushes through whatever it is you're doing outside and demands you go home so he can rip off that skirt/top/fuck you in those thigh highs. might not even make it to the house so he suggests car fun AAACKKKK

yuma doesn't even care and pulls you to a secluded spot while you're out and asks you to blow him. but he's too impatient even for that so he tugs you up and flips your skirt over so he can fuck you 😵‍💫 gets an ego boost seeing your makeup smudge the tiniest bit due to your ehem activities.

jo is so sweet but so protective and asks you if you're sure you wanna go out in that outfit. he doesn't mean it to be rude bc he wants the world to see how pretty you are but he's also a teensy bit jealous of all the stares >:( so he drapes his large frame over you and not-so-subtly grinds against your thigh as he does so.

#&team smut #&team scenarios #&team imagines

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jupernaturalweek · 1 year ago

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we're so fucking back

So, the world sucks right now. And the internet is not much better. In the interest of spreading some Jewish Joy on this website, the team behind Jupernatural Week have reunited to bring you...

Jupernatural Week 2023, starting November 5th!

If you've never participated before, hi, welcome! This event was created in 2021 as a way for the Jewish Supernatural fandom to celebrate what makes the show so uniquely ours. We have a calendar for prompts, but you're welcome to take it in whatever direction speaks to you. And you don't have to be Jewish to participate, we just ask that you take a look at our FAQ and Guide/Resources pages first.

Without further ado... the prompt calendar!

November 5th: Life

It's Destiel Day! We're looking at the Jewish Life Cycle today, the Rites of Passage, Love, and Death. Think big and small, even the tiniest moment can be made monumental.

November 6th: Community

Family doesn't end in blood, and neither does community. Think Interfaith, Intercultural, and Intersectional.

November 7th: Sustenance

What keeps us going? What fills us up? Think Food, Warmth, and Understanding.

November 8th: Home

Whether its the Impala or the cabin by the lake, the relationship Supernatural has with the concept of Home is pretty... complicated. Think Reconnection, Ancestry, and L'dor V'dor (from generation to generation).

November 9th: Character Spotlight!

During our time off, one of our mods created the @nicejewishcharactershowdown, which defines a Nice Jewish Character (NJC) as such. So, with those guidelines in mind, it's time to give some love to some of the many NJCs in Supernatural. From the canonical (Rufus and Aaron) to the implied (Moishe, Becky) to the transitive (Eileen, Jo, and Bela), it's their time to shine.

November 10th: Judaica

The things that remind us who we are, where we're going, where we've been, and of our continued existence. Think Physical Reminders, Inheritance (metaphoric and literal), and Stories.

November 11th: Shabbos

No need for elaboration, you guys got this one down.

November 12th: Free Space!

As always, if you want us to see a post, @ us or use the Jupernatural Week hashtags, we're tracking with and without the space. We look forward to seeing what you create!

#jupernatural #jupernatural week 2023 #jewish supernatural #supernatural #jumblr

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aheathen-conceivably · 2 years ago

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Antoine ran back into the room, quickly followed by Josephine and his Aunt Marguerite. The older woman took one look at Zelda and asked Florence how far apart her contractions were.

“They’re almost simultaneous now. Less than a minute between each one.”

Antoine's panicked eyes grew even wider and he couldn't hide the raw rage in his voice, “What does that mean? Tante I swear to God if anything happens to her…”

“Josephine, take your brother downstairs, now. Stay with him. Keep him calm, and keep him there.”

Jo pulled a reluctant Antoine to the club below, his protests growing louder with each step.

Antoine paced the parquet floorboards of the club for almost two hours, his embossed velvet shoes making a continuous, anxious song as the sun rose outside the double doors. Jo offered him one cup of coffee after another. “Whiskey, Jo. I want whiskey damnit.”

Over and over again she told him no, no whiskey. So they smoked an endless chain of cigarettes, occasionally hearing a scream reverberate down the stairs from above. Each time Antoine would throw his lit cigarette onto the ground, dashing for the door, and Jo would stomp it out only to grab him by the wrist, calming him with promises that their aunt and Florence knew how to help Zelda better than they could.

Finally their aunt appeared in the doorway, her face immediately putting Antoine at ease.

“You may come upstairs now; both mother and child are resting and healthy. Antoine, my dear, you have a little girl.”

Antoine rushed past them all, straight into the room where Zelda lay. She was holding a tiny baby, wrapped neatly in a white sheet so that you could barely see the tuft of black hair at the top. Florence was speaking quietly to her, offering words of reassurance and pride that Antoine could barely make out.

Zelda looked up at the new visitors entering the room, her exhausted eyes brightening as soon as she saw Antoine. With a small smile, she beckoned him over onto the bed.

Josephine looked at them, so lost in their own little world, fawning over the tiniest baby she had ever seen. She stood on her tiptoes and leaned in to get a glimpse of the child without disturbing Antoine and Zelda. Even from a distance it was clear that the child’s eyes were a deep olive green, just like her own and her mother’s had once been.

On the bed, the new parents seemed to lose sight of anyone in the room other than their newborn. They just sat in happy silence, stealing glances at one another, simply thankful that the three of them were together. As Antoine gazed down at his daughter with happiness in his eyes, his aunt signed the birth certificate: Violette Darlington, born August 1924, paternity unknown.

Part 2/2

#1924 #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #the darlingtons #1920s #tw childbirth #tw pregnancy #tw labor #florence darlington #zelda darlington #antoine duplanchier #josephine duplanchier #violette darlington

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Lonely But I'm Good - A Vika Interlude

Had a not-great mental health moment recently, decided to project it all onto one of my OC's and... this was the result. Fondly referred to as "Vika lore" by my dear @winniemaywebber 🫶

hi @winniemaywebber @blakelysco-pilot

tw for depression, self isolation.

It had been nearly a month since she’d last properly spoken to her friends when the thoughts began to pop up in the back of her mind.

Vika was no stranger to these thoughts— they’d cropped up in the time she and Jules had first drifted apart, when she’d had only her family for companionship for a while. They had finally waned — ironically— during the war, when she and Jules had reconnected and her circle of friends had grown more than she’d dared to imagine.

But it seemed that time spent alone had allowed them to rear their ugly heads once more.

What if they’ve decided they’re better off without you? What if they’re all together right now, not giving you a single thought? What if they’ve forgotten about you? What if, what if, what if…

Logically, Vika knew, these thoughts were nonsense. There were perfectly reasonable explanations for why their little group had gone quiet for the moment.

Juliet was busy turning her new house into a home with John, and on top of that the new school year had started.

Olive was happily starting a life with Dougie out in Michigan.

Val and Ev, Rosie and Jo… all of them were in newlywed bliss, Jean and Croz had their hands full with Little Croz, and Benny…

Her heart squeezed the tiniest bit, but she did her best to ignore it.

Benny had found a job— she was ecstatic for him— and had his hands full with his new responsibilities.

They’re all perfectly happy without you, that awful voice in the back of her mind hissed, see?

She exhaled slowly, staring determinedly down at the ledger in front of her. Then bit by torturous bit, her gaze shifted to the phone on the desk.

Perhaps she could call one of her friends, see if they’d like to meet for lunch or some little thing… it was the hotel’s slow season, after all…

You’d only be bothering them, the cruel thoughts sparked up again, if they really want to see you, they’ll call you themselves when they have the time.

Vika screwed her eyes shut, trying to find fault in the cold logic, but—

Well.

They had a point.

They were all busy, she let the cool flow of reason persuade her, it would be rude to butt in on their various honeymoons and domestic affairs and jobs.

She would wait for them to contact her first.

And as she waited, the cruel thoughts grew louder.

It was gradual. An occasional sharp reminder to wait whenever her thoughts drifted to setting up an outing with her friends. A periodic fantasy about how happy her friends surely were at the moment, and how unwelcome her interruption would be. A sporadic imagining of all of them finding time to spend together, while she sat at the front desk, or at the dinner table with her parents, or— increasingly more frequently— alone in her room.

Because she was the outsider, wasn’t she?

She knew that wasn’t true, she knew. She knew her friends cherished her place in their little group, knew that on the rare occasions she wasn’t able to join them in the early days of their friendship she could at the very least anticipate a phone call filling her in on all she’d missed, how much they wished she’d been there and what she’d have to look forward to next time she joined them.

But that little part of her that knew was growing smaller and smaller, overtaken by the dark cloud growing in her mind— the one that, when her friends finally had clear schedules again, convinced her to make excuses as to why she couldn’t come, lying that she’d see them at their next little outing, all the while a shadow purring in her ear that yes, this was for the best, they wouldn’t have her dragging them down, they won’t even notice she’s missing.

Eventually their phone calls went unanswered entirely, letting them be picked up by her parents, who gave well-meaning excuses about Vika being busy with the hotel, or needed at home, or simply tired from a busy day.

She was tired. It wasn’t a lie.

It just wasn’t exactly from busy days at the hotel.

It wasn’t not her work, but lately it was less caused by the strain of logging which rooms were reserved for an upcoming weekend and which were available, lugging what felt like tons of linens back and forth from the rooms to the laundry and back, making sure every inch of the building that was her family’s livelihood was spotless…

And more due to the weight of the cruel thoughts spinning in her head. She didn’t have the strength to fight them off with the logic and reassurance of her friendships, especially when that reassurance was fading faster by the day with each unanswered call, each outing she skipped out on.

The calls would stop eventually, she reassured herself— or was it the shadows reassuring her? It was getting harder to tell.

They’d soon realize they could stop pretending to want her as part of their little group, she’d be alone with her family and the hotel to care for, and everything would go back to the way it was.

Pressure built behind her eyes at the thought, but she clung to the cold, cruel logic that lived in the shadows of her mind.

They didn’t need her. She didn’t fit in their group. She would always be the odd one out— the one that wasn’t allowed into the fancy clubs they wanted to visit, the one that was stared at, the one dark spot amid their bright complexions. It was better that she cut herself off, slowly drift away from them on her own rather than deal with them pushing her away bit by bit.

It had been several weeks of carefully cutting herself off before Juliet showed up at the hotel.

Vika blinked, stunned into silence at her dearest friend rushing into the empty lobby, worry etched all over her face.

For one horrible moment, Vika thought something was wrong with Jules, with John, with one of their friends—

Juliet’s expression relaxed the tiniest bit as her green gaze settled on Vika, thought not by much.

“Jules,” Vika stammered, “What are you—?”

“Are you alright?” Her friend demanded, marching up to the front desk. Her frown deepened as she took in the dull brown of Vika’s eyes, the bags underneath them that makeup did little to hide, the downward turn of her lips. Her tone softened the slightest bit, “We’ve been worried sick.”

We?

Motion caught her eye as the rest of the girls, their respective gentlemen in tow, followed by Benny, tumbled through the front doors.

“I—” Vika couldn’t find the words to react to the scene before her, “What..? Why—”

“Vika,” her friend’s tone was almost fearful, full to the brim with worry and anxiety and love, “It’s been nearly a month and a half since any of us have seen you, I— we can hardly even get you on the phone anymore, what’s wrong?”

For all the cruel whispers and dark thoughts, that shadowy, sorrowful part of her mind hadn’t planned for this— for them to be worried about her.

“I—”

Her breath caught as she looked out at her friends— the friends she hadn’t had a proper conversation with in far too long, the friends that should want nothing to do with her— and the dam broke.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face, “I’m sorry, I just— I was so lonely, but I didn’t want to bother any of you when you all had better things to do, and then I don’t know what came over me but the next thing I knew I thought you’d all be better off without me, and— oh, I didn’t think you’d actually worry—”

The words left her in a rush as she felt herself almost collapse. She would have ended up crumpled on the floor had it not been for the girls swooping in to hold her up, stricken looks on their faces.

“Vika,” Juliet said carefully, eyes shining with tears of her own as the girls guided her to a cushy loveseat nearby, settling in next to her, “I— ‘better things to do’? You didn’t think we’d worry?”

Vika sniffled, trying to stem the flow of tears as she did her best to catch her breath, focusing on the girls squeezing her hands, pressing in next to her, the warm hands on her back, the soft words of comfort they were murmuring.

“I was lonely,” she said again, quieter this time. “And sometimes I get… I don’t know how to describe other than this shadowy cloud of sadness closing in around me. It’s… it’s mean, and it takes my meanest, saddest thoughts and makes them louder, until they’re all I can hear, until—”

She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a slow breath in and out as she gathered her thoughts.

“I wanted to give you all space while you were on your honeymoons and setting up your homes and starting new jobs and all that,” she said eventually, “But that cloud rolled in, and…”

She sighed. It sounded so silly when she said it now.

“I was convinced I’d be bothering you if I called. I convinced myself that if you all wanted to see me, you’d contact me, and then when you did, I had that cloud whispering in my ear that it was out of pity, that you didn’t really want to see me, and eventually… that it would be best if I drifted away from you all entirely.”

“Oh, Vika.”

There was a heartbreaking silence, and then she was enveloped on all sides by warmth.

“Never, I promise—”

“You can call us anytime, I thought you knew—”

“Please, please, never think that again—”

“If there’s ever a time we don’t hear from you for a while,” Jules said, her voice muffled from where her face was pressed into Vika’s hair, her arms like a vice around her friend, “I’m marching in here and dragging you out with me, I swear it.”

Vika let out a watery laugh, still not quite believing the amount of sheer love radiating from the girls around her.

“And we’ll be right behind her,” Val spoke up, eyes blazing, tears threatening to spill over.

“Would it help if we had a scheduled outing? Or even a phone call?” Olive suggested, brushing away the tears on her cheeks, “I know our get-togethers have been a bit on the fly lately, but I know I’d love having a weekly or even monthly phone call to look forward to with each of you. That way even if our schedules won’t allow a proper get together, we can still have a chance to catch up.”

“That sounds very nice,” Vika sniffled, doing her best to remember how to smile properly.

“That’s a wonderful idea, Olive,” Jean smiled, her voice warm.

“I can see the boys getting fussy about the phone bill, so monthly would probably be best,” Jo chimed in, giving Vika a squeeze.

“We can work out the details later,” Jules said, “What matters is—” she pulled back, making sure to meet her friend’s eyes— “We’re going to make sure you never feel that kind of lonely again.”

Her gaze softened, guilt flashing in her eyes, “And I’m so, so sorry you ever felt that way in the first place, Vika.”

Unable to find the words to soothe her friend, Vika used what little reach she had— with the rest of the girls’ arms still wrapped tight around her— to pull Juliet into a fierce hug.

“I love you girls,” Vika said tremblingly, hoping that all she couldn’t say was understood in her voice.

“We love you, too, honey.”

#sending hugs to anyone who relates to this even the tiniest bit. you are seen and so so loved <3 #the book club girlies #these girls mean so much to Vika and sometimes she just needs reminding that she means just as much to them #oc: ruthvika 'ruthie' patel #oc: vika patel #sage writes #sage speaks #masters of the air oc #mota oc #mota oc angst #angst #hurt/comfort

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